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oiksuga · 3 years

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prompt: smell of mint: “the strength of love and hate are one in the same.“ for @tooruluv | #tooruluv2kparty pairing: oikawa x f!reader tags: angst, misunderstandings, childhood neighbors to enemies (?) to ?, rated M for Makeout (so rated pg-13) warnings: underage alcohol consumption, ambiguous ending wc: ~4k synopsis: the one where you and oikawa grow up right next door of each other. complementary songs: unholy - hey violet // new girl - finneas // like real people do - hozier a/n: this fic had me biting my nails. i haven’t written in ages and to tackle something this long made me woozy. hope you enjoy it! (update: decided to turn it into a semi-angsty one-shot instead, maybe i’ll continue it as a side project, but for now, it is done!) no beta we die like men. i’ll proofread later.

You first meet Tooru Oikawa at the age of six. He had just moved to your street. The house right next door, no less. Quiet, shy, a bit of a crybaby. He clung to his mother for the entirety of that first meeting, a stuffed cartoon alien tightly clutched in his right hand. Your mothers, naturally, hit it off. You and Oikawa on the other hand, well that’s was a work in progress.

You tried to play nice, you really did. Your mother had told you about how it was just them two and his older sister. His father had died a little over a year before. So obviously you felt bad. You went over to his house on a few ocassions. His mother would welcome you with open arms each and every time. He was another story.

He had enough manners to come say hello, even inviting you up to his room to play with some toys (at the behest of his mother) but the minute she was out of sight, he’d go back to his own things, paying you no attention. Not that you particularly fancied playing with him, but if you walked this far to visit him, you would think he could acknowledge you for more than 2 minutes.

Tired of wasting valuable playtime sitting on the floor of his room, you take matters into your own hands and ask your brother for advice. He was a year older than you and Oikawa, so naturally you believed he held the secrets to the universe.

You approached him after dinner, and presented him with your problem.

“And I don’t know why he makes it so hard to be friends. And mom just keeps forcing me to visit him.” The huff of indignation only made him laugh.

“Well Y/n, you have to understand that he’s lonely. He is not very used to having others around him.”

“But if he is so lonely, wouldn’t hanging out with me make him feel better?”

“Remember how mom told you his dad is no longer with him?” you nod, “Well he has been living with other girls so much he probably wants to play with another boy. Guys don’t always want to play princesses you know?”

“So would he want to play with me if anothery boy was present?”

“Well, that is up to him, but it would interest him.”

“Then will you come with me tomorrow when I go over?”

“Sure”

And that is how you found yourself at his doorstep once again, brother in tow. His mother practically bounced off the walls seeing he had accompanied you. Did she also think he needed a boy to play with? She called Oikawa down, and you could hear some grumbling from his end. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, a confused looked ag the sight of two people instead of one.

Your brother went up to him first.

“Hey, uh Tooru right?” First name basis already?“I’m Y/n’s older brother. Well I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me and a couple of my friends today?”

Huh, so that was his plan. Your brother is the unofficial leader of his group of friends, comprised of various kids in the neighbourhood. Some his age, some more around yours. They like to cause trouble and torment other kids at times. Your mothers were close too. Unfortunately for you, none of them had any sisters your age. So everytime you were supposed to play with them, you were miserable.

After that first meeting, your brother and Oikawa had become quite the pair. He took him “under his wing” (as he liked to call it) and formally inducted him to his squad. They were over the moon to have someone new to hang out with (read corrupt). You, on the other hand, could not hate it more. Now that those two were buddies, Oikawa was always present in your home. Anywhere you looked he was there. And now that he had other people to be with, he came out of his shell. Gone was that snotty kid with the alien plush, now replaced with a self-absorbed bastard you wanted no relation to. Too bad he never took the hint. It got worse once you both turned 14.

“You know Y/n, I’ve gotten so many confession letter this week. But oddly enough, I have not gotten one from you. You need to hurry up before one of these girls wins your spot as my girlfriend.”

“Well good thing I have enough smarts to never feel the need to do something like that.”

“Ouch Y/n you are killing me over here. Whatever, I’ll just look for it in your room when you are gone.”

“What the- how are you going to do that? You know what don’t tell me. Just please get out.”

“Or you are gonna do what? Call your brother to-“

He was interrupted by the arrival of yet another nuisance in your room.

“Hey Oikawa, please leave the poor girl alone. Stop being such a pain”

Enter Hajime Iwaizumi. Ah Iwaizumi. The other half of the obnoxious duo. Not that you don’t like him. No, quite the opposite. He keeps Oikawa tame and off your hair, something which you are deeply grateful for. But he also has his habits of annoying the crap out of you. All of your brother’s friends do. But you like to think that deep down they’d do anything for you.

“Not now Iwa-chan, Y/n is about to confess her secret feelings for me.” He says, clearly aware of the growing irritation on his friend’s face.

“Don’t make me pull you by your hair again. We are going to be late for the movie.” He emphasized his threat by rolling up sleeves, a tell-tale sign he was about to beat the crap out of Oikawa.

“Alright alright Iwa-chan you are such a hard ass.” He now turns to you, taking a few steps forward and stands right in front of you. “I’ll see you later, m’lady.” With that nickname, he took your right hand and kissed your knuckles. You could only srunch up your face. Gross, how many of those shows are he watching.

You heard the downstairs door shut and with that, it was silent again.

Finally, peace.

Years went by, and Oikawa’s popularity only skyrocketed. Everyone around him found him attractive, so naturally they’d hang on to him. He was also really good in volleyball, so everyone would go to see him play. Your brother and him remained close friends. Hosting parties together, going on weekend long trips with all their friends. All things you were forbidden from participating in because, as your brother said, this is not the crowd you want to be with. Your parents still let you host your own events, but nothing of that magnitude.

Soon enough, years went by, and you began your senior year of high school. This was going to be your years. With your brother now gone, having graduated and gone off to college, it’s your turn to be the life of the party. No more “you can’t be there.” Now all eyes will be on you. And what a better way to make your debut than with a party. While classes didn’t start until a week later, it was your brother’s tradition to take over your parent’s beach house for a weekend and hold a last big major bash before the semester began.

Invitations were sent, music was chosen and all that was left to do was tidy up the place. You brought some of your friends with you to help you get the place ready before the chaos began. Sweeped everything, locked away valuables, and got them settled in two of the rooms so they could sleep comfortably after. As you were outside stocking up the bar area, you heard a collection of voices coming from the living room. It’s too early, why are there people coming already? As you walk back in, you are greeted with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and their two friends, who were also part of your brother’s group, Hanamaki and Matsukawa, all too sitting too comfortably in your couch.

“I hope you guys know this is a respectable place.” You crossed your arms at the sight of them getting too comfortable in your couches. Feet up on coffee table like savages.

Oikawa spoke first. “Relax darling,” God you hated that nickname, “You do know we have been here more times than you right? The parties that have happened in this place oh man.” You felt indignated at his attempt to one up you in your own home.

“Well if I recall correctly, this is still my parentms place, so I can have you and your friends kicked if I wanted to.”

At that, the other three butted in, a chorus of “Oikawa what the hell man,” and the sound of Iwaizumi hitting the back of his head.

“Okay fine. I’m sorry Y/n that you are so jealous of me and my party animal ways.”

“God you are exhausting. But anyways, I am glad you guys are here because I need help hanging some lights outside. Iwa and Mattsun, could you pretty please come with me to hang these?”

You led them outside, before sticking your head back in, directing your gaze to the two remaining guys camping in your couch.

“And don’t think I have forgotten about you two. Kiyoko needs some help putting more stuff together, and the rest of the girls went out to order food, so please make yourselves useful and go.”

You play some music on the speakers, and get to work.

Soon enough, the party was in full swing. You swam through the sea of bodies trying to locate the kitchen. The sheer number of people was disorienting. But to your luck, the swaying crowd somehow guided you to your destination, slightly sticky from stranger’s sweat, but otherwise unscathed. You make way to the counter and try and lift yourself onto it. The drinks in your system making in a harder task than usual. You are halfway through climbing in a more unlady-like manner, when a voice calls out for you.

“Uh Y/n, need some help?”

You turn around to see Oikawa. His face was flushed, you assumed it was from whatever was in the plastic cup in his hand. Hair disheveled, forehead shiny from his sweat. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and the lighting made his chain glint at an angle. If he wasn’t Oikawa, you’d admit he was attractive.

You become aware of your compromising position and stop your attempts of getting on the counter. The suddent movements make you wobbly, and you grab onto the counter to keep stable. You notice him walking over to you, and motion for him to stop.

“I don’t need your help. Just get me a water bottle from the fridge please.”

He obliges your request and gets some water for you, going so far as to opening the bottle, and hands it you. You are silently grateful, as you don’t think you have the coordination to do it yourself. As you are drinking, feeling the relief of the coolness down your throat, you notice he’s staring at you. This felt odd, there was something about the way he looked at you. You felt too vulnerable. It was getting awkward.

“So, you enjoying the party? I saw you doing a shots competition outside earlier. Did you win, Mr. Party Animal?” You made sure to emphasize the mock of his nickname.

He huffs indignantly. “Well Y/n-chan, cannot believe you doubt my abilities. If you must know, I did in fact win, with an impressive 5 shots down my system. And look at me, cool as a cucumber.”

You look at him for a second, brows furrowed, and then burst out laughing. “‘Cool as a cucumber’? God you are lame.”

All he can do is stare at you. You have never laughed like that. It’s always measured, not too loud, not too long. This is different. He likes different.

When you stop, you notice he is staring again. You feel small. As if you are under a million spotlights, all pointed at you. You are about to ask if he was okay, but seems like someone beat you to it.

“Hey Tooru~ I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?” She notices the position you are in, and slightly grimaces, “Tooru who is this.”

He blinks, a bit too hard, and turns to face her. “Hey Sara, this is Y/n,” he motions to you, “you know, the one who organized this party.”

Sara. You know who she is. And she definitely knows you. You two met at the last student council election, a few months back. When you found out you were running agaisnt each other. She was the current president, and you held a lower position as secretary, so running for president felt like a giant leap. Though it seems that after a month of campaigning, debates, and a tiresome election you had won. A very exciting moment, and what felt as a good culmination to your high school career. You and Sara had an extensive talk about it over coffee, in which she assured no ill feelings towards you.

By no means were you guys best friends, but you also like to think you were not enemies.

“Oh Y/n and I know each other. Great to see you again, and amazing party, you really know how to entertain.” Well that answers that, she doesn’t hate you. Great. “Do you mind if I borrow Tooru over here? There are some things I need to talk to him about.”

“No problem at all, glad you are having fun.” You wave goodbye and with that they were gone. You were alone.

Now feeling more sobered up, you decide to go back to the masses. Your newfound energy leading you to the makeshit dancefloor, letting loose to Makk’s karaoke rendition of Pursuit of Happiness. What a movie moment. Everything letting loose in a beach house living room.

The thing that wasn’t a movie moment though? How much you needed to pee. How come no one ever informs you of the effects alcohol has on your bladder?

Once again, you venture through the bodies to find the bathroom. There was no line, which should have been a sign. But you made no thought of it, until you swung the door open and found, in the most cliche moment ever, the ever-present Tooru Oikawa passionately making out with Sara. That sobers you right up.

If they noticed, you wouldn’t know, because you bolt out immediately and go straight to your room. You go to the bathroom there, and as you are washing your hands, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Even though you only saw them for a second, the image of those two making out was burned in your brain.

There was something about the way he held her, pressed to the sink counter, hands on her waist, that made you feel something inside. You chalked it up to general lust and splashed cold water on your face, trying to stop whatever your brain was imagining. You left the bathroom, ready to take a break in bed.

That was, until the man in question made his appearance in your room.

“You know there are laws against trespassing right? So I don’t know what you are doing here but-“

“I came to apologize.”

Well that’s a first.

“Apologize for what exactly. You haven’t been an ass the entire night, if anything, I should congratulate you for that.” You say, tone more snarky than you intended. What were you even pissed about.

“Well I think you and I both know what you walked into. And I just wanted you to know that is not who I am, nor how I behave.”

“Well let me be the first to tell you that I don’t care who you suck face with, as long as it doesn’t happen in my presence.” What was up with you right now.

“What if it was with you? Would you care then?” He took a step towards you. You took one back.

“What are you talking about.” Why did he keep walking towards you. This room cannot be that big.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” Your back was met by the wall at the end of the room, and Oikawa now stood in front on you, “Darling.”

Something about the way he looked at you, combined with the alcohol in your system and the muffled music you could hear from downstairs made your insides feel on fire. I must be going crazy, you thought.

Because as soon as that god-awful nickname left his lips, you pulled him down onto yours.

“As your big brother, it is my duty to protect you from all the evil things that are out there. You know that right?”

“That includes Oikawa right? He is such a meanie. I don’t know why you even hang out with him.”

“Well, Tooru is different. He means well, he just doesn’t express it how you are used to. Boys his age usually behave like that. But he’ll grow out of it. You’ll learn that eventually.”

“Well I don’t care. He’s mean and I hate him. I don’t care if he changes. I’ll still hate him.”

“Haha. Well I’m glad. Wouldn’t want you messing around with someone like him anyways.”

Curse the heavens. There was no denying it. Tooru Oikawa was an amazing kisser.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Grazing his tongue to yours every now and then. His hands, god his hands, his right one was holding his chin, while his left one slid up and down your waist.

Curse his perfection. This cannot be that snotty kid from all those years ago. This is a whole different person. Yes that’s it. This is not Tooru Oikawa. Because Tooru Oikawa is not capable of making you feel these things.

Like any normal person, you have to breathe, so you break the kiss. He has the audacity to whine at that. You look of to your side, because something tells you that if you look at him right now, lips swollen and pupils wide, who knows what’ll happen next.

He doesn’t like any of it.

He takes this opportunity to move his mouth south, landing on the flesh of your neck. He seems to have caught you offguard, if the sound you make at his action is anything to go by. He works his magic in the area. Biting. Kissing. Sucking. Anything that’ll draw out more of those noises. And you wish he’d stay there for eternity.

But you are you. A little selfish. And always wanting more more more. So you take him by his shirt and lead the two of you onto the bed, gently sitting him down and taking a seat directly on his lap. Now this is more.

But this also felt wrong. On so many levels. You don’t think you could ever look at your parents again if you have sex on their bed. But the desecration of their sleeping place is a small price to pay for the enormous pleasure you are sure he would bring you. Because if there’s one thing Oikawa Tooru believes in, is doing his best.

And he sure as hell will do his very best with you.

“Well well darling, look who is eager now.” He spoke with that sickeningly sweet tone he always uses. But there is something else behind it. You can’t really pinpoint it, but before you could ponder on that, he got a hold of your hips and started to drag you along his length.

Well if you are off to hell, might as well enjoy the ride.

You decided to be bold and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and onto the floor. You could sit here and wax poetic about how intimacy goes beyond physical appearance and his muscles are not important, but you are no philosopher. So you’ll say it. He’s hot. You knew the guy was ripped, having been witness to the arduous workouts he and your brother did over the summer, but this was something else.

Your brother. Ha. Imagine if he could see you right now. Actually don’t. That’s weird. But he would be dissapointed wouldn’t he. All those years being so put off by the mere presence of Tooru Oikawa and now you are sitting atop him, like some sort of worship. Oh the hypocrisy.

No you can’t think of him right now. No get out of there.

“Something the matter, princess?” Ah again with the nicknames. “I think you’ve had enough fun up here. Maybe it’s my turn to be on top don’t you think?”

You nodded. Because that is all you could muster. You feared that if you opened your mouth, all of your thoughts would slip out.

He rolled you to the side, off of him and onto the mattress. He stood up and groaned and god the way that made you feel. He kneeled on the soft surface, and leaned down to face you. Because he is the epitome of cliche, though, he makes sure to flash you the biggest smile you have ever seen. It looks different. It looks genuine. That’s new, a bit exciting even.

And before you know it, he goes back to work on your neck. He used his knee to put a slight pressure between your legs. You cannot keep your thoughts straight for long, because the next thing that comes out of your mouth is a moan of his name.

You’ve never used that tone with his name. He, of course, loves it.

“You cannot imagine how many times I have imagined of doing this.” While you are on your way to what could be a very mind-blowing orgasm, and you are incapable of coherent sentences, your hearing is very much okay. But there is no way you heard what you just heard. Because what the fuck.

“Stop.” It’s low, a bit above a whisper. He couldn’t hear you, you conclude, so he keeps at it for a bit, but when he feels the push of your hands on his chest, he pulls away immediately.

“A-are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop this?” For someone with the charm of a western hero he sure is insecure.

“What did you mean by that? What do you mean by ‘I imagined of doing this’?” Well of course you know what he meant. But what did that mean for you two? This isn’t something that should be happening. And you tell him just that. “This is not something we should even be doing.” Crap.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You might not be very fond of him, but you know him. So you know he is probably getting too much inside his head right now, so really you should have seen his next words coming.

Except this is all new and you haven’t been able to see any of this coming.

“You know what, you are right. I am sorry. I think we should leave. Actually, this is your room, so I’ll go.” You have to be imagining things, because there is no way he sounds hurt over this. Is there?

You want to ask if there’s a genuine chance he meant what he said. You really do. But you are scared of his answer. All your life he has been the kid you cannot stand, your brother’s annoying friend. But this changes everything. You have no feelings for him, that you know. But apparently there is chance he does. So what are you doing about that.

Before you can ask, you hear the door shut. In a flash, he is gone. How befitting.

And like that, once again, you are left alone. All you can hear is the boom of the speakers.

Your lifelong long was to have Tooru Oikawa out of your life. Now that you have succeeded, why do you not feel at peace.

fin.

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thegoodgayshit · 3 years

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Thirty-Six: I Have the Best Summer Ever

The rest of Luz’s summer was a total blur of the best kind of amazing, fantastic, demigod-ness a kid could even imagine.

Luz’s days were filled with training in the arena, playing capture the flag, and hanging out with her friends. Every morning that she woke up and put on one of her orange t-shirts was another reminder that as of right now, she really had it good.

Sometimes in the mornings she and Eda would head out into the arena and spar while King took his usual sunbathing position a few feet away. Eda would parry and block her strikes, give her dirty tricks to use in upcoming games or events, and sometimes Luz would even get lucky enough to disarm her or pull something new she wasn’t expecting.

“I swear kid, one of these days you’re going to be even better than me,” she’d say, reaching down to ruffle her hair and switch her weapon and get ready for another round.

More than once, she and her siblings in the Hermes cabin had banded together to play some light-hearted pranks on the other cabins. Viney and Jerbo were a mischievous force to be reckoned with, and while Luz liked to participate she never really got lucky in the “getting away” part. More than once, Lilith had caught her in the act while she was placing a prank and turned a blind eye, and Luz always felt a rush of affection for the daughter of Zeus. It was asking a lot for her to not snitch, especially since she was a stickler for rules.

Luz made it up to her once or twice by pranking Eda on her behalf with a little bit of help from Edric and Emira. When her mentor showed up to the dining pavilion once with her hair sticking straight up in the air thanks to some magic hair gel, the laugh that came out of Lilith’s mouth made it all worth it.

At nights, Luz and Amity would sneak out of their cabins and hide from the harpies, sitting with their sketchbooks in the strawberry fields. They would laugh, and talk, and kiss, and enjoy each other’s company until one of them inevitably almost fell asleep and they decided to head back.

The wall of Luz’s bunk was soon tacked to the max with drawings, some of them of her quest, and some of them with fond memories of camp. She always did her best to text one to her Mami once in a while, and let her know how she was doing.

Luz made sure her cabin would try and team up with Gus and Willow’s whenever they could. The three of them were officially a force to be reckoned with during capture the flag. Their combinations and chemistry in battle often resulted in very easy and very early wins, and some of the other cabins were quick to point out they had an “unfair quest experience advantage”. While Eda had just shrugged, Willow did her best to make sure the teams would sometimes even out a little better after that.

Gods kept visiting camp here and there, usually to come by and say hello to their kids. Aphrodite had the habit of showing up unannounced and snapping her fingers, giving everybody an unrealistically fashionable outfit and hairdo, while the clothes they’d been wearing got snapped back to their bunks freshly washed and laundered. While some of the campers hated it, Luz didn’t mind. Aphrodite certainly had her style down to perfection, and pocketing another free outfit was always nice. Amity had other opinions on the matter.

“I just don’t get why she has to do this!” She complained, adjusting the pink t-shirt Aphrodite had magically slapped onto her. “It’s so weird!”

“I think that really suits you,” Luz shrugged while pointing to the leather jacket slung over Amity’s arm. “And your shirt says Hexside! How cool is that!”

Amity rolled her eyes as Luz did a spin, showing off her new green jacket and beanie to Gus and Willow. “She gave me new shoes too! My old ones are torn to bits from the quest.”

“You have to admit Amity, it’s nice getting free stuff,” Willow said while examining her own yellow jacket. “And she’s not the goddess of beauty for nothing. These are nice clothes.”

“My clothes look exactly like the ones I already own!” Gus complained, looking down at his simple navy button-up and jeans.

“If it isn’t broken don’t fix it!” Luz teased with a smile, patting him on the back. Amity groaned in embarrassment, slapping her hands to her face.

When Hermes showed up the first few times to visit the camp, Luz said hello to him, but also made sure that her other siblings got to spend some one-on-one time with their dad. As he was leaving the third time he visited, he pulled Luz aside for a quick chat.

“I just want to let you know that the gods have talked about adding an additional reward for you and your friends after what you’ve done for Olympus,” he said quietly, and Luz’s jaw dropped.

“I… I don’t need another reward dad. The way you guys have been showing up at camp is more than enough.”

Hermes tilted his head, smiling softly. “Perhaps you don’t need one, but the gods want to give it to you anyway. You have no idea the gravity of the situation that Belos had created upon Olympus. He almost destroyed us all.”

He looked around to make sure nobody was listening, and then leaned in to whisper.

“As the god of messengers, I was responsible for delivering a package to your mother and the rest of your companion's parents. You should hear from them shortly.”

Luz gaped. “What? What do you mean…”

Hermes reached over and gripped her shoulders. “I am proud of you, Luz. And trust me when I say I will make good on my promise and be there more for you and your siblings.” He winced rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “And… don’t be the first one to use the shower this evening. Your siblings and I might have set up a bit of a cruel prank.”

With a flash of wind, leaving behind a thoroughly confused Luz, Hermes was gone.

Luz didn’t have to wait long to find out what exactly the gods had done, because her Mami was calling her on her cellphone almost immediately after.

“Luz! You’ll never guess what showed up in the mail today! You’ve been accepted for a full ride to a boarding school downtown…”

And she wasn’t the only one.

“I can’t believe this!” Gus had exclaimed while the four of them were sitting on the beach just after dinner. “We’re all going to the same school next year!”

“It really does seem too good to be true,” Willow grinned, handing Luz one of the illicit cans of Sprite that Viney had managed to sneak from out of camp in celebration. “My dads are sad that I won’t be staying at home in Wisconsin, but they had to admit it is a great opportunity.”

“I’m just excited to go to a school where I finally have real friends.” Luz had never been so happy to think about the start of a new school year before. “We’ll get to go see Olympus on the weekends! Working alongside the actual gods!” Luz turned to Amity, who was watching Luz with her own soft smile. “Are your parents… okay with this? After everything that happened…”

“Oh trust me, they’re more than pleased. They see this whole internship program to create a bridge between the gods and their mortal kids as a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity'. They’re even talking about paying for Edric and Emira to go with me and hope that my ‘success’ rubs off on them. They don’t love that you guys are also a part of it though…” Amity’s expression darkened for a moment, and Luz reached across the beach to squeeze her hand.

“I’m sorry,” Luz started, but Amity just shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t apologize, this is a good thing. I’m going to get to stay here in New York full time.”

“We all get too!” Gus grinned, digging his hands in the sand like he was holding back a squeal. “Luz you’ve got to show us all your favorite moral spots in the city.”

Luz’s smile had stretched wide, already imaging the kinds of shenanigans she and her friends would get up to running loose in Manhattan. “Obviously! The city’s huge; we could do something new every night!”

“You’ll never be able to get away from us now,” Willow teased, passing Amity an amused look as she sipped from her Sprite. Amity tilted her head back and laughed.

“Oh gods, I better stock up on Advil. Between you three and the twins I’m going to have a constant headache…”

As it started to fade to late August, Luz’s days just kept getting better. Thanks to Eda and her training paired with the other camp activities, she was faster than she’d ever been, she could scale up the rock wall in record times, and her sword skills had gotten incredibly good.

So good, that when the annual sparring tournament came up in the arena towards the end of the summer, she’d been able to knock Boscha into the dirt with the pommel of Aletheia, leaving the red-faced daughter of Ares extremely bitter and her final opponent being none other than her girlfriend.

“No chance you’re going to go easy on me?” Luz asked at the campfire that night, really only half-joking.

“Nope,” Amity replied with a little smirk. “I’ve won this tournament two years in a row. I’m about to make it three.”

To say the camp was buzzing with excitement would be an understatement. The whole camp had watched as Luz the newbie quest hero and Amity Blight had grown obviously closer, and in the three days leading up to the final tournament match, the discussion of which girlfriend would be the winner was as common as asking what the harpies would serve for dessert that night.

“Come on, kid, this is what we trained for!” Eda said, smacking her shoulders encouragingly the night before the match. “I don’t care if she’s you’re little girlfriend, she won’t be going easy on you so you shouldn’t either!”

“Knock her into the dirt!” King screeched from his napping spot on the ground.

While they were only trying to help, it wasn’t the most reassuring advice she’d ever received.

Luz tried to turn a blind eye to the gossip leading up to the fight, but it was hard to ignore Emira and Willow exchange a bet right in front of her at breakfast right before the right.

“Seriously?” Luz scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Sorry Luz, but Mittens has years of training under her belt, and I’m out of allowance,” Emira shrugged while she shook Willow’s hand.

“You don’t see the way Amity acts around her,” Willow retorted. “If she’s like that today, Luz has a good chance.”

Emira hummed, “Shoot. I didn’t think of that.”

“Oh my gods,” Luz groaned, slapping both hands to her face, sinking into the bench of the table, mortified.

Once Luz had been fitted into a set of finally well-fitting bronze armor, she drew Aletheia and met Amity in the center of the field, where Eda and Lilith were standing to referee the match. As she approached, she watched Amity coming from the other side, armor almost identical to Luz’s strapped over an orange camp shirt, the crowd of campers cheering in excitement. As her gaze flitted up to Amity’s eyes, there was a glint that reminded Luz that Amity was not the person she wanted to be on the bad side of.

It was too easy to forget weeks after their quest that Amity was a demigod force to be reckoned with and not the kind of enemy you wanted to have.

As the crowd quieted to an anticipated hum, Lilith raised her hand. Her mouth was cocked in an uncharacteristically juvenile smirk. It made Luz wonder if the campers hadn’t been the only folks at camp to place bets. When Eda shot Luz a cartoonish smile with two thumbs up, before patting her pocket knowingly, it confirmed her suspicions.

Gods. Now she really couldn’t lose. Eda would never forgive her.

“Amity! Luz! Are you ready?”

With a single touch to her own wrist, Dike sprung into its full form, lifted just high enough to cover the grin that was spreading across Amity’s face. She swung her sword experimentally in her hand, the little flecks of a glinting in the sun. “Yep.”

Luz took a deep breath and raised her own blade nodding once. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“No holding back, right?” Even though Amity had phrased it as a question, Luz knew better. It was a challenge. The nerves in her stomach faded, and a laugh escaped her lips.

“Since when have I ever held back? ”

She smirked, “good point.”

“Alright your adorable banter is literally making me sick,” Eda scoffed, “let’s just do this already.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, dropping her hand. “Begin!”

Without wasting another beat, Amity charged and swung, and Luz lifted Aletheia to deflect it. A loud metallic clang echoed around the arena, and the watching campers erupted into cheers.

It was Luz’s toughest match yet.

The two of them traded blow for blow, each pushing the other to their limit. Amity was, inarguably, better trained, with mastered precision and skill that left Luz reeling with each strike. But Luz was more creative. She was able to flick her sword at the right angle to push her off balance and shove, she was able to dodge and weave without the extra weight of a shield, and she was crazy enough to take steps closer to her and press into her personal space, forcing her to recalculate moves.

As the fight went on for some time, the cheering got louder, their arms got heavier as they began to slow down, and the fighting got dirtier.

Luz did it first, though it was kind of an accident. Amity went to swing when she’d knocked Luz off balance, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop it before it cut into her armor. Amity would have taken it out on herself later if she’d seriously hurt Luz, so it came out as more of an instinctual shout.

“Too low!”

She closed her eyes bracing for impact, but it never came. With a woosh, the sword went right over her head. She opened her eyes and saw Amity’s misty eyes clearing, before changing to a completely indignant look.

“Did you just use your Hermes bartering on me?”

She smiled sheepishly and swung Aletheia towards her, and Amity barely had time to raise her shield to deflect it.

She could hear the snorts and chuckles from both Eda and the crowd, but Luz barely had time to be proud of herself. Within the next two swings back and forth, Amity got her revenge.

Luz swung upwards, flicking the blade and finally getting a decent move that knocked her off balance. But as Luz went to disarm her, Amity’s eyes flashed and a curled smile crept up her face right as Luz brought her weapon forward.

“Don’t!”

And for a moment, all Luz could feel was the thrum of her heartbeat in her head as her vision went blurry. There was an overwhelming urge to get rid of Aletheia, back away, stop herself from getting any closer to Amity. All she could think about was how she couldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t even try. When her vision cleared, she had backed up five feet, and her sword slipped from her hand and clattered in the dirt.

She blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened before it dawned on her that she’d seen Amity do this once before. Aphrodite’s passion.

Luz looked down at the sword, then up at Amity, scowling. “Really?”

Despite the smirk on her face, Amity’s eyes were sparkling with humor and affection. “You started it.”

Luz barely had time to leap out of the way from another swing, doing her best to make a grab for the sword, but Amity wasn’t coming to play. She stepped right over it, and for a couple of moments, all Luz had was her speed. She ducked and dodged and weaved between swings, doing nothing but buying herself a tiny bit of time.

It wasn’t enough. Luz tried to make one last grab for the sword and Amity reached out with her hand, grabbing Luz by the arm and honest-to-gods judo flipping Luz over her shoulder. With a comically loud “oomph!” Luz was thrown onto her back, looking up at Amity as she grinned, her sword lifted in a faux-threatening position just below her chin.

“Alright,” Luz groaned, slapping her hand against the dirt. “Mercy.”

As Luz heard Eda groaning behind her and Lilith’s positively gleeful “and the winner is Amity Blight!” Amity sheathed her sword, reaching down with one hand and pulling Luz up to her feet.

And yeah, it was a tiny bit embarrassing to lose to Amity. But as her girlfriend lifted her fist to the roaring crowd of campers and grinned, her own hand wrapped tightly around Luz’s, she couldn’t find it in her to care.

The following night was Luz’s last night at camp before her first summer as a camper was over. She sat at the dining hall for hours with her siblings, joking, laughing, promising to stay in touch over the school year. Viney ruffled her hair and passed her an emergency pouch of Hermes tricks, while Jerbo reminded her not to be too close to this one when it exploded.

Edric and Emira snuck up on Luz at the table and informed them their parents did in fact enroll them in the same boarding school come the fall, and while Luz loved Amity’s twin siblings, the devious grin on her face did make her a bit nervous.

Right after dinner, Luz made a point to go find Eda and King, who were in their usual spot at the arena.

“Kid!” Eda said as she approached. “That was some great swordplay today.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t win, I know Lilith is probably giving you a hard time…” Luz said immediately, but Eda just held up a hand.

“Gross, sympathy. You’ve accomplished more than most first-timers this summer, and you’ve… made me proud.” There was a crooked smile on her face as Luz looked up at her, and she realized that Eda really was going to miss training with her. “Don’t be slacking while you’re gone. Keep your skills sharp. Stay out of the bad trouble, but in the good trouble. Don’t die. Oh, and if you’re getting chased by another empousai and need a quick getaway, there’s a great alley on sixty-second street-”

Luz rushed in, pulling Eda into a tight hug. While Eda huffed out a little groan at Luz’s overwhelming need to be touchy, Luz felt a rush of affection as the daughter of Zeus leaned into it anyway.

“Thanks, Eda,” Luz muttered into her shoulder.

A hand came up to pat into her hair. “No problem, kid. If Lili and I are ever heading to Mount Olympus, I’ll make sure we stop by that fancy new school of yours and say hello.”

“You better.”

"Can I come too?" King called out from at their feet, and Luz bent down to pick up the tiny hellhound scratching behind his ears.

"Yeah, can he?" Luz pleaded, and Eda rolled her eyes.

"Gods, you two are just the cutest things ever. Fine, whatever, the next time I go to Olympus I'll let him tag along."

After a chorus of excited cheering from Luz and King, it was time for the last campfire of the year. Luz finally got the true Camp Half-Blood experience. As Eda was leading the campers in a final last hurrah of songs and games, she walked over to Luz and reached out, handing her a leather necklace.

“As you all know, per tradition, every year we give our campers a bead to celebrate another year at camp. This year, the Hermes cabin designed the beads, and there is someone very special they wanted to honor.”

Luz blinked at it, taking it gingerly, and as she did Viney stood up, the twisted smile on her face visible through the crackling orange, magical, campfire.

“Luz, not only are you our newest sibling, but you helped lead a quest that not only saved Camp Half-Blood but all of Olympus. So with permission from the councilors from all the cabins, we dedicate this year’s bead to you and your quest!”

There was a whooping of applause as the beads were passed out, and when Luz took a look at it her heart clenched, affection and gratitude washing over her in a whirl.

It was a beautiful deep purple bead with a very familiar-looking sword and shield, and as she turned it in the light of the campfire, the glint of the light made it glow a beautiful magical bronze.

“So, did we nail it?” Viney asked as Luz was left speechless. Willow and Gus were grinning over at her with knowing smiles. Next to her, Amity squeezed her hand, looking just as emotional as Luz felt.

Luz leaned over and threw herself into the embrace of her half-sister, and the campfire erupted into more whoops and cheers. And yeah, Luz might have teared up a bit as she sat back down next to her friends, but if anybody noticed they didn’t comment on it.

That morning as she packed up what few belongings she actually had, electing to leave a majority of the items she’d bought for next summer, she was digging through her backpack when her fingers touched something soft. She pulled out a stiff, slick, feather, and immediately broke into a smile. Carefully sliding it across the leather to dangle right next to her bead, she clipped the necklace on and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Saying one final goodbye to the Hermes cabin, she walked out the door to go meet Willow and Gus in the strawberry fields.

When she got there, she couldn’t help but grin. Around the growing collection of beads on their necklaces, five and four respectively, a single matching feather was dangling from the middle. While none of them said anything about it at first, Luz watched as both Willow and Gus glanced down, their eyes softening with affection.

“Well?” Willow asked as she reached them, gesturing towards the now distant Camp Half-Blood. “Give us the verdict. What did you think of your first year at camp?”

“I…” Luz didn’t even know what to say. Sure, there had been the lows. The hungry belly as she traveled across the Midwest, the sword slashes, the monsters, the horrible villain who’d threatened to destroy the world. But right now as Luz looked between her friends and her new home, she felt nothing but love for her new life. The mischievous half-siblings, the rivals between the cabins, the eccentric camp directing duo that was the daughters of Zeus, Gus, Willow, Amity…

Luz couldn’t ever recall a time in her entire life that she’d felt so full.

“All I can think right now is that I don’t want it to end,” Luz finally said, and Willow and Gus stepped forward to pull her into a group hug.

“It won’t end, at least, not really,” Gus promised, his voice muffled as he was shoved into Luz’s bicep.

“Yeah, it’s just a short break,” Willow nodded, leaning her head against Luz’s shoulder and wrapping her other arm around Gus. “And in two weeks, we’ll all be together again on a new adventure.”

Luz laughed, “yeah, because the life of a half-blood is never really quiet, is it?”

“Well, that’s half the fun of it,” Amity said from behind her, and when Luz turned her head she saw her girlfriend walking through the field to join them. Her own backpack was swung over her shoulder, and she had a genuine, at peace, smile on her face.

“Spoken like a true Blight,” Willow chuckled from next to Luz, and Amity laughed.

“Well, maybe I’ll get lucky and this year away from my parents will shake some of that out of me.”

“You’re sure you’re mom and dad are okay with you staying at my Mami’s for two weeks?” Luz asked for what felt like the sixth time that week, and Amity shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m back to being their number one, despite all the… drama, that happened the last time we saw them. Edric and Emira will pack my things for school for me. Honestly… it’s kind of nice not going back to Colorado.”

After getting a first-hand glimpse into how uptight and uncomfortable the Blight Manor was, Luz couldn’t help but agree.

“Don’t have too much fun you two,” Willow teased, and Amity flushed over the sound of Gus’ laugher while Luz bumped her with her shoulder.

Whatever retort Luz would have come up with died in her throat as she looked down towards the pine tree. There, a few parents were already waiting at the border, with some campers joining them and saying hello. Among the waiting ones, Luz saw a man almost identical to Gus, and two other men standing together with their hands interlinked.

“We better not keep them waiting,” Gus said slowly, but he looked back up at Luz with a frown. Willow was standing there as well, and for just another moment Luz felt that same rush of love.

“No, you shouldn’t. Amity and I will meet you at grand central in two weeks, okay?”

“Two weeks,” Willow affirmed, and Luz pulled the four of them into one last group hug before Willow and Gus grabbed their things and went to go join their parents at the pine tree.

It wasn’t a real goodbye, nowhere near it. But Luz couldn’t help but feel her throat close up at the sight of them reuniting with their parents. Gus’ dad scooped him up into the biggest hug, and one of Willow’s dads immediately took her backpack while the other one kissed her cheek.

She felt Amity’s warm hand close around hers, and when she looked back, the daughter of Aphrodite was smiling softly.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” Luz said, and she meant it. She squeezed her own hand around Amity’s, taking a moment to really let the gratitude she had for this camp, for these people, sink in.

It wasn’t long until she saw another familiar person join the other parents near the pine tree. Luz perked up immediately at the sight of her Mami, still dressed in her scrubs. She’d probably gotten off of a shift at the hospital and rushed all the way down to Long Island just to meet her and was looking around anxiously at the other gathering parents and campers.

“Is that her?” Amity sounded nervous, and when she looked over, she was reaching up with her other hand to self-consciously adjust her mint green hair.

“She’s going to love you,” Luz promised, giving her a reassuring kiss on the cheek. “She’s been talking about how excited she’s been to meet you for like, three weeks.”

“That… somehow makes me even more nervous,” Amity breathed out. Luz chuckled, adjusting the straps of her backpack over her shoulder as her Mami finally looked up and noticed them. She beamed so widely Luz could see it from all the way up in the strawberry hills, waving towards them.

“Well, then let’s do this together.”

Amity looked back at her one more time, taking a deep breath. “Alright. Together.”

And as they walked through the fields hand in hand, slowly getting farther and farther away from camp, Luz felt her anxieties about the coming months slowly begin to fade. That was part of the magic of Camp Half-Blood. The place wasn’t just a training ground for young demigods. It was a safe haven. A family. A place that, even miles and miles away from it, you always knew it would have your back. It would be there for you, whenever you wanted to return. So leaving it didn’t feel like a goodbye, not really.

Instead, it was the promise of another new beginning as a child of the gods.

#the owl house #percy jackson au #lumity #luz x amity #shelby speaks

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dream-wreck · 4 years

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Count On You

Surprise! “Count On Me” has an unintended part 2.

Chapter 2 Title: Count On You Rating: G Word Count: 1,668 Description: When the office door closes, Neil can be alone in his own world. That's not always a good thing.

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Of all things, Neil missed spaghetti the most. Jarred red sauce, fifty-cent pasta, pre-grated parmesan (if he was feeling especially bougie). Nothing could beat it. He didn’t miss the reflux, but he’d deck his esophageal halls with ulcers if it meant eating a real meal, a heaping bowl of comfort food that would leave him full and sluggish and knock Insomnia flat on its back.

Neil ran his thumb over a medicine-purple protein bar wrapper, smoothing out the perforated ends between the flesh of his thumb and index finger. The yellow POWER BAR logo rippled and glimmered under his office lights like a cheap trick.

Clearly, the graphic designers had no idea that their chosen font and colors made the meal replacement look like a cartoon villain’s mind-controlling sugar bar. This one was supposed to taste vaguely reminiscent of peanut butter, which he’d discovered was easier to stomach than the artificial vanilla flavor that stuck to his tongue for hours after the fact.

He tore the wrapping down the middle. The sickly brown bar revealed itself, shedding its tacky cape.

He took a vengeful bite out of the bar, feeling as triumphant as he possibly could while chewing something that tasted like cardboard soaked in old peanut oil. Just last week, these weren’t so bad. He could stomach them and they had tasted pretty decent.

I was thinking of you the entire time, he’d eventually say to a heaping bowl of angel hair pasta and marinara.

Eventually. One day, soon. When all this was over, Neil could quit skipping meals and popping pain pills like tic tacs and Mentos.

The single bite of bar began to disintegrate in his mouth the same way a bad piece of gum chewed too long turns into a compound of sand and slime. Neil choked the mixture down and lunged for his water bottle. Empty. He turned to the mini fridge and pulled out an ice cold energy drink that had been sitting on standby, untouched, for months.

“Don’t tell Eva,” Neil said, snapping the tab open in the vacant room. The drink went down cold and sweet, washing the gritty paste from his tongue. He’d regret the caffeine in an hour or two, but for now, the familiar bubbles were worth whatever he had coming later.

A lot of things had become worth it recently. He banished the pitiful excuse for a protein bar to the bottom drawer, sitting down in his desk chair, staring at the paperwork that so desperately needed filing. A fib, of course. He’d never filed paperwork on time in his life. Lying to Eva....Neil had yet to discern if that was worth keeping any secret.

What secret? In the end, what could be worth keeping from her? That Neil Watts was mortal? Extraordinary, but mortal. Extraordinarily mortal.

He thought of Eva sitting outside the men’s room while he retched, stretching to keep pace with him in the hall, reminding him about the simple things. There is so much said in reminding someone to take care of themselves in the little ways, to drink water, to take time. Neil wished he were a better listener, that his pride would crumble for a day or two, long enough for him to set good habits and be honest -- with himself, with Eva, with everyone.

Fluorescent humming grated his ears, burned his eyes. He felt new sickness swelling. He shut his eyes to the room’s blue white.

He’d worry a lot less if Eva would just let it drop. She cared too much, that was her problem. She was usually good at hiding it. At work, of course, surrounded all day by dying people and their repressed traumas, you need to find a way to push through it all without completely breaking down, balancing visible empathy with healthy detachment.

Crying in front of the clients doesn’t get the job done, and it certainly doesn’t look good on evaluations.

Their particular line of work called for expert compartmentalization. Eva had mastered concealing a naturally compassionate disposition behind cold professionalism, efficiency, and control. It was never just another day at the office for her, even if she’d sometimes seem unfeeling when the chips were down.

Neil knew her too well. She always wanted to help. She was a problem solver, always trained on an objective, never one to dwell, to stutter-step, to second guess. She never let things lie. Why should a problem go unsolved?

He used to hold that against her, that she couldn’t let things be, that she could get a little control-crazy when things shifted from their right places into wrong places, drifting away from order like moons out of orbit. But she wasn’t the one who had to cheat on her entrance exams. And between the two of them, she seemed to have her life under control.

Neil Watts had looked to Eva Rosalene for a lifetime of answers. He could count on her for anything. She always came in clutch (he’d been watching a lot of Esports streams lately, picking up on the lingo during his late night nausea fits).

It wasn’t a question of whether or not Eva cared about him. It was a question of, if Neil truly believed in Eva Rosalene, why on God’s green earth had he not told her a lick of truth about what was really going on? He dove down for a good answer, or even a scrap of a convoluted selfish reasoning, but resurfaced empty.

In his coat pocket, a little blue bottle pressed against Neil’s thigh. He crossed his arms, but he only grew more aware of the light pressure resting there. It annoyed him, more than anything, like feeling a strand of hair brush along your skin, but just when you think you’ve swiped it away, there it is again, brushing just light enough to frustrate, to aggravate, to piss you off. Neil bounced his knee, trying to shake the coat off his leg, but the bump beneath the white cloth just moused its way back and forth, prodding.

He should do that paperwork. Listen to music or something to pass the time.

His stomach roiled. Neil slipped a hand into his pocket. He closed his fist around the smooth bottle, ran his thumb over the cap, catching his thumbnail along the ridges there. Comforting, he thought. The action really did calm his nerves.

Eva was across the hall. Fifteen steps away. A knock away. A conversation away.

Neil didn’t bother to set a stopwatch so he never knew how long he sat there, his thumb running back and forth over the ridges in the lid while his mind wandered, imagining the many ways that conversation could go, the look on Eva’s face, the disappointment. Daydream Neil started crying, but Real Neil didn’t think that was very dignified, so he started from the beginning, approaching Dr. Eva Rosalene in her office. Figuring she’d probably be busy, he reset to the cafeteria. A nice talk over lunch. When Eva burst into tears and people from the surrounding tables looked their way, Neil chose the park, even though they weren’t in the habit of going to the park together and never had been. But it was quiet, undisturbed. A gorgeous day in this self-revising simulation. He guided Eva to a bench. They sat down. Eva told him to take his time, that she knew something was wrong, that she was glad Neil could finally talk to her. Yes, he was ready. It would be amazing to finally say it out loud. To someone else. To confide. To confess….

He opened his eyes to the harsh light.

Confess? What was that word doing, flitting about in his stream of consciousness?

An email notification pinged on his desktop. He moved to open it with a click. It read:

If you’re up for it, they’re showing Inception and the Cowboy Bebop movie tonight. It’s the weirdest double feature ever so I have to go, it’s the law.

Popcorn’s light on the stomach, right? Let me know, my treat. --Eva

Perfect. He could talk to her then. Simple, easy as that. All that melodramatic daydreaming over nothing. He could talk to her then. Besides: free food.

Neil’s stomach suddenly felt very, very empty. His usual nausea felt like he was too full and ready to burst.

But it suddenly felt as if something small inside were eating away at everything, the lining and the tissue and the bile, hungrily consuming out of a gluttonous jealousy that which consumes. And when there would be nothing left, that small something would eat the air and the Nothing until an impossible vacuum remained. And Neil would also remain, nothing more than a container to conceal a parasitic anomaly, cursed never to be filled again.

His hand closed around the little blue bottle. The pills inside stirred, knocking against the walls of their plastic prison.

The emptiness in his stomach slowly spread into his hips and ribs, knees and neck, his head and the space behind his eyes, until his whole body felt hollow and the hollow spaces felt sore.

This moment was nearly one of those moments that change everything. Very important, nearly pivotal, but not to be realized, lacking the crucial self-awareness that would have sent things this way and that, particularly along different this-es and better thats. The manner in which a single rock falls prevents or triggers a landslide.

Neil drew the bottle from his pocket, poured two little white pills into his palm, tossed them back. They scraped down the dry walls of his throat, as though clawing for a foothold, before eventually settling in the cavern of his stomach, and almost instantaneously, the pain began to dwindle.

Neil didn’t stop to consider the impossibility of this. If he had, it would have made all the difference. But he didn’t, so it did not, and things seemed to remain relatively the same, the distant sound of tumbling rocks drowned by electric humming.

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Chapter 2 end notes: Ended up somewhere unexpected, as writing usually does. My fingers like to run without me sometimes. Pleasant surprises though! Thank you for supporting "Count On Me"! You all are the best :)

Wubnjeft

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I've been reading a lot of science fiction lately.

#lol it was all supposed to stay a one shot #that never happens #count on me #count on you #rosawatts #to the moon #finding paradise #eva rosalene #neil watts #fanfiction #finding paradise fanfiction #drug use #imposter factory

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Have you ever overflown a bathtub? Hmm, I can’t remember ever doing that.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? My new manager, Kata, messaged me a bunch of links to EXO’s videos to get me into them – I looooove that she’s friendly and we vibe super well so I have a feeling will be close soon enough, but I’m still a bit shy so I ignored her for a bit while I was thinking of a reply haha. I’ve since gotten back to her, though.

What's your favorite pizza place? Yellow Cab’s pizzas have never failed me. Mama Lou’s is good too, but they don’t deliver to my area so I haven’t had their pizzas and any of their food in over a year now.

What was the last stupid thing someone talked you into believing? That we can stay friends. I believed it for a while and it was so mentally and emotionally deteriorating for me, so I did the right thing and let go instead.

What's at the top of your to do list in life? Save. I’m superrrrr frugal with my money and hate spoiling myself. I’d rather enjoy everything in the future once I feel like it’s right to settle down.

What's a song that would describe your life at the moment? What Type of X by Jessi. Maybe not my life, but the song certainly matches my mood these days.

Do you ever scream at inanimate objects? Occasionally, if they’re not working or if I accidentally hurt myself with them.

What was the last thing that you shared? I just had lunch delivered to Angela’s place as a surprise, if that counts. I got her chicken wings and these chocolate chip cookies she’s always wanted to try. It feels really nice surprising people with gifts; I might start making it a habit :) I have to credit my director Bea for it - she’s been having food delivered to mine and Kata’s places recently and I just want to pay it forward.

What smell/s can you absolutely not stand? Fruits. We constantly have a stock of oranges because my parents and sister like having them after dinner, and the smell is nauseating. Spoiled food is also high up on my list, and the general smell in Manila is also very foul. Go to other places in the Philippines if you’ll ever visit!!!

Do you ever eat leftover pizza cold? Yessssssssssssssss. Idk why but I find it really good? like even if I eat it straight out of the fridge.

Where are you the most ticklish? The sides of my stomach and around my neck.

Would you put your life in danger to rescue someone? Someone absolutely important to me, yes.

When you're wanting a midnight snack, what do you normally get? I usually don’t really like the snacks we have in our pantry so unless I already had food delivered earlier in the evening I just let the hunger fade because I don’t like having food delivered that late anyway.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Buster from Toy Story. Or Maximus from Tangled but in dog form, because I don’t know how to care for a horse.

What color best represents you? Something peaceful like off-white, or a pastel shade.

Do you like marshmallows? I hate them.

What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? I also don’t like candy canes, or candy in general. Too sweet and I can always feel how unhealthy they are whenever I have to have them.

Do you have any shoeboxes full of old photos/letters/other memorable stuff? My mom has several plastic bags filled with photographs over the last few decades. As for me, I don’t own any memory boxes; but recently, I’ve been sticking up notes from my friends and co-workers up on my corkboard.

Are you in any way double jointed? Nope.

Have you ever considered a career in music/acting? Never. I never liked singing in public and I’ve never considered acting.

When was the last time you felt seriously embarrassed? A few days ago when I accidentally turned my camera on during a work Zoom meeting while I looked completely unpresentable. Luckily I knew I clicked the button and immediately un-clicked it, but my video still showed up for like 0.001 seconds lol.

Have you ever liked a song, looked up the lyrics to it, then hated it? I don’t think I’ve gone so far as to hate it. I have felt slightly disturbed upon hearing the lyrics of some songs I’ve taken a liking to though; and Cherry Wine by Hozier certainly ticks off this box.

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold? Hot, which is why living where I do doesn’t work with me well for the most part.

What would be the icing on the cake for you this Christmas? Get nicer gifts for my loved ones. I was able to get everyone presents last Christmas, but given that I had just received my first-ever salary then, I wasn’t able to go all out as much as I would’ve liked. I’d love to spoil my loved ones even more for next Christmas.

If you had the opportunity to live forever, would you take it? Probably, as long as I was guaranteed to live comfortably. I’d love to see how else technology can continue to improve.

Have you made someone happy today? I hope so, when I got Angela food earlier.

Do you generally watch a lot of television? I do watch my favorite shows a lot, but not on television. Most of my content I already consume online.

If your bedroom walls could talk, what would they most likely say? They’d probably go over all the shit I had to go through and the ensuing breakdowns they’ve had to watch from me over the years.

What's your favorite Christmas song? It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas, because it makes me feel festive.

Did you ever really believe in Santa Claus? Only for a brief moment when I was introduced to the concept, but kid-me never bought it because he never showed up.

Do you like the band Relient K? I’ve heard of the band name but I’m largely unfamiliar with them.

Have you ever seen a movie that was better than the book it was based on? Maybe, but for the most part I usually find the books to be better.

Do you like quesadillas? Yes, omg and with jalapeños and cheese *chef’s kiss*

Did you like the show Invader Zim? Nope.

Do you think tomorrow will be a good day? I feel like I’ll be sullen because it will be Sunday again, but I still plan on making the most out of it.

Do you ever talk to yourself? A lot.

Whose butt did you last slap? Idk, probably my ex.

Do you think that chivalry is dead? I don’t think so, but I also think it’s a bit outdated.

What's the greatest/most influential song you've ever heard? That’s a lot of pressure on a song... as much as I don’t really like The Beatles, I’d say Hey Jude has been pretty influential.

What's the weirdest thing you've seen in a grocery store? Not sure. If I had thought something I’ve seen was the weirdest thing ever, I would’ve taken a photo.

What is true love to you? Sacrifices.

Do you like chocolate milk? YES, lactose intolerance be damned.

Have you ever bought yourself a present on Christmas? Not yet. I hope to be able to this year!

Have you ever been on a mechanical bull? Nope, but I’d definitely get on one if I find one here.

Do you prefer to pull off band-aids slowly or quickly? Slowly. Actually, I prefer running water over it until it just slides off.

Have you made a mistake in the past week? I am constantly making tiny mistakes at work.

What was the last weird thing you said to someone? Idk, I feel like all the conversations I’ve had recently didn’t involve any inside jokes or general weirdness.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? I got to work with one - Redd is the drummer for a local band but he’s since resigned to work with another company.

Have you ever sat on a copy machine and made copies of your butt? No. I’ve never even used a copy machine.

Are you a camera whore? Not at all, I hate posing for the camera.

Have you ever purposely dropped someone's toothbrush in a toilet? Never even considered it.

What kind of mood are you in right now? A little sad because it’s the weekend and I can’t even do my weekend coffee shop trips anymore because Covid cases are experiencing another surge (9000 cases a day!!!), protocols are everywhere again, and my parents already told me I can’t go out...those moments were my rare time alone where I can take walks and reflect and whatnot (and not to mention experieince air conditioning for a few hours), so it sucks to have to be stuck at home again. There’s not much to do at home to begin with, so now I’m just stuck in a cycle of taking surveys and finding videos to watch on YouTube.

What was the last thing someone told you that had you at a loss for words? I was ranting to Andi about how I started despising Diane from BoJack Horseman the moment she flipped out over Mr. Peanutbutter gifting her an entire library. I get where she’s coming from, of course, “understand people’s love language” and all that; but I felt like the very hostile reaction was super uncalled for and it reminded me a lot of my relationship with Gabie – I liked giving and giving, but it was either 1) never enough or 2) apparently the wrong way to show her love, and I was always the one punished for it in the end. I told Andi that because of my experience with her, I don’t even feel like giving a library (metaphorically speaking) to any future significant others anymore because of how hard I had it with her.

Anyway, they gave me some advice about it and in the end they told me, “One day, someone will tell you, “Thank you for your library.’” It was very beautifully put and I struggled to find the words to reply.

What's something that always makes you smile, regardless of what’s going on? I’m not sure there is such a no-fail thing.

What was that last thing that you bought online? Food for Angela.

Do you enjoy riding around town looking at Christmas lights? Yeah, but the general mood for last year obviously wasn’t super festive and there weren’t as much lights, so it’s been a while since I’ve seen my village all decked out.

Is there someone that you're mean to for no good reason? No, that’s terrible.

What was the last thing you got out of the freezer? The coffee ice cream that I bought from Leigh yesterday! It’s crazy fucking good and I already feel a repeat order coming through.

Are you currently reading anything? No.

What's a good book you'd recommend? I don’t read anymore. I know child/teen-me would be very disappointed.

#survey #surveys

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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1. What is one thing you will never do again? Go back to school.

2. Would you rather be twice as smart or twice as happy? If I’m not happy then would twice as happy just make me happy? I’ll take that. That probably doesn’t make sense, but whatever.

3. What happened the last time you cried? I was frustrated about things and my emotions got the best of me like they always do.

4. What happened the time in your life when you were the most nervous to do something? Hm. There’s been numerous times in my life where I was really nervous about things. Sometimes I had to go through with it anyway and other times I didn’t.

5. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you? That I’ve smoked weed a few times and had edibles.

6. What’s your worst habit? Touching and picking at my face.

7. What superpower would you have for one day? Teleportation, perhaps.

8. What fictional character do you have the biggest crush on? Alexander Skarsgard’s characters, ha.

9. Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world? I don’t know, honestly. I’d have to really think about that and weigh out my options.

10. What is your most bizarre pet peeve? Probably not bizarre, but I haaate being told to “calm down” or “chill out.” That really pisses me off. Most of the time I’m not not calm or whatever when they say that but then after they say that I’m irritated.

11. Who knows you the best? Ha, anyone who keeps up with my survey answers probably knows me pretty well. My mom knows me really well, though.

12. What after school activities did you do in high school? I came home and snacked and watched TV or something for awhile before starting homework, ha. I wasn’t involved in any after school activities.

13. What “most likely to” superlative would you be most honored to receive? *shrug*

14. What’s the last book you really loved? I’ve been enjoying this murder mystery series by Mary Stone recently.

15. What was the greatest television show of all time? I couldn’t possibly choose just one.

16. What’s been your favorite age so far? Childhood ages and some of my teen and early 20s.

17. If you could go back in time, what is one piece of advice you would give your younger self? Take better care of yourself.

18. What one thing would you be most disappointed if you never got to experience it? I really hope to be able to travel a lot more in life and visit other countries.

19. Apologize or ask permission? Huh?

20. Unlimited love or money? $ which probably makes me seem like a shitty person but i have a lot of love in my life but not a lot of money. i am limited by the amount of money i have, not by the amount of love i have. <<< No, I agree.

21. If you knew you would die in one week, what would you do? Honestly, probably nothing because I’d be so scared and upset. I’d just be with my family. I’m sure they’d try to get me to do something, like take to my favorite beach or something, but I would be too consumed and preoccupied with the fact I was going to die soon to care about doing something.

22. What’s your most listened to song? I don’t know.

23. Beach vacation or European vacation? European vacation for sure. There’s beaches there, too.

24. If you could have been a child prodigy what would you have wanted to be skilled at? A writer, perhaps.

25. What’s the first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Pay off debts, which would include mine, my parents’, and my brother’s.

26. What celebrity would you trade lives with? I wouldn’t want to trade lives with a celebrity. I don’t want that life.

27. If you were a performing artist, what would you title your first album? I have no idea.

28. What story do your friends still give you crap about? --

29. If earth could only have one condiment for the rest of time, what would you pick to keep around? Ranch cause I eat it with pretty much everything I eat.

30. What is the ideal number of people to have over on a Friday night? Zero? ha. I’d be cool with my aunt coming over or my other aunt and cousin for something chill like a game night, maybe watch a movie, and get some takeout. Just a couple of people and something low key is my kind of thing if I’m feeling up to it.

31. What was the worst age you’ve been so far? My late 20s and my 30s so far have been awful.

32. What is your weirdest dealbreaker? Hmm. I don’t think I have any “weird” ones.

33. What fictional character reminds you most of yourself? Hmm.

34. Do you believe in karma? No.

35. What was your favorite TV show as a kid? I loved shows on Nickelodeon, Disney, PBS, Kids WB, Fox Kids, Saturday morning cartoon lineup on ABC, and the TGIF lineup.

36. What is the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person? Again, I can’t think of anything weird that I find attractive. I think they’re pretty common, typical things. Unless I just can’t think of one. *shrug*

37. What Jeopardy! category would you clear, no problem? I’m sure I couldn’t clear any category to be honest.

38. What is something you’re superstitious about? I do the knock on wood thing, but I think that’s just more out of habit cause I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. Oh, but I am sometimes afraid to talk about certain things or say them out loud because I worry it will or will not happen if I do.

39. What is the scariest experience you have ever had? Health related stuff and surgeries.

40. Who is a non-politician you wish would run for office? I don’t have anyone in mind. That’s not something I’ve given any thought about.

41. What cheesey song do you have memorized? A lot, probably.

42. What one dead person would you most like to have dinner with, if it were possible? My grandma.

43. Do you think it’s important to stay up to date with the news? Yeah, I think it’s good to be aware. Admittedly, I haven’t been staying up with a lot of the news as much lately because it’s just so depressing and overwhelming and draining and yeah, just a lot.

44. What is the best present you could ever receive? Uhh. The gift of good health?

45. Would you give up one of your fingers if it meant you’d have free wifi wherever you go, for the rest of your life? Absolutely not. It’s not worth cutting of part of my body for, jeez.

46. What’s the first thing you’d do if you were the opposite sex for one day? Let’s be real, I’d just sit around doing the same things I do everyday but as the opposite gender, ha.

47. If someone told you you could give one person a present and your budget was unlimited–what present would you get and for whom? I’d love to do something big for my mom. She deserves so much and I wish I could treat her to nice things.

48. What is the nicest thing someone could say about you? *shrug*

49. Giant house in a subdivision or tiny house somewhere with a view? How tiny? I don’t need a mansion, but my family and I (4 adults and a doggo) have outgrown our 2 bedroom duplex a long time ago and have been wanting to get a bigger house to comfortably fit us, so I wouldn’t want to go smaller.

50. What is the weirdest quirk your family has? We’re comfortable just staying home watching TV or doing whatever, just chillin. Like, we don’t need to go out and do stuff all the time (especially me) or have company over. We’re not big on having company over to be honest. Not that we never do, we have family over sometimes, but yeah.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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flightfoot · 4 years

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Divergent Points - ML Salt ch. 6

(A/N) So this one's based more on common themes and mindsets underpinning Adrien saltfics rather than on Adrien saltfics as such.

AO3/FFN

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“AAAAH!”

*Thunk*

Ooooow.

He’d really hoped that the fall after breaking out of that nightmare world, when he and the others had teleported to that white room, would be the only time he’d be unexpectedly falling on his butt.

But apparently the main method of getting from one place to another in this… place? Whatever the heck it was, wasn’t something sensible like “going through a doorway into another room”. Nooooooo. It just had to be SPECIAL didn’t it. And apparently, that special thing was teleporting them a foot above the ground so they’d all fall if they weren’t prepared.

Which none of them were. Because who expects opening a DOOR to do that?

“Is everyone okay?”

He doubted any of them would be hurt by just a small fall like that, but… a part of him worried.

“I’m fine!”

“All good here.”

“I’m good, dude.”

Looking around, he tried to get his bearings.

Which wasn’t very hard, since they appeared to be in the middle of Paris during the day.

“…Are we home?”

Nino frowned. “I hope so, but… this seems a little too easy. And in the world I was in I was able to move around freely too, and it looked just like our regular school, so… maybe best to look around some more.”

A pedestrian passed by, looked at Adrien, and did a double-take.

His face turned stormy.

Adrien automatically braced himself, backing up slightly. Oh god oh GOD what did I do wrong what will he do to my friends oh CRAP will he hurt them what will I lose-

A firm touch on one shoulder, and someone holding his hand on the other side.

Nino edged his way slightly in front of Adrien, his hand still on his shoulder, as if to shield him from this man’s wrath.

Marinette held his other hand, giving him a reassuring smile before turning to glare at the stranger.

“You… do you three know what that boy DID? How utterly HORRIBLE he is?!” The man hissed, stalking over.

Adrien tensed, ready to run. This sounded a lot like what the Not-Ladybug had said in his nightmare world, and what the Fake Marinette had said about him in Nino’s world.

But this man was a total stranger. What reason could he have to hate Adrien so much?

“Back away, dude,” Nino warned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but STAY BACK.”

“Oh, so you’re DEFENDING him now? After he threatened to leave Ladybug to ROT?! After he held the whole city hostage while he threw a little temper tantrum?! He’s supposed to shut up and fight. NOTHING. ELSE.”

…Huh?

What was he TALKING about?

…This probably wasn’t their world.

“I’m glad Ladybug took your Miraculous. You didn’t want to fight? You thought ABANDONING Ladybug was acceptable? Well, now you can NEVER HAVE IT AGAIN. You got exactly what you wanted didn’t you, but now everyone knows what a disgusting human being you are!”

Took his Miraculous – took Plagg – and he deserved it –

“Please take me and get me away from this horrible boy, the Guardian made a terrible choice!”

That- that was-

Again? This was happening again?

Oh CRAP, would LADYBUG-

“YOU. TAKE. THAT. BACK.”

Nino and Marinette marched up to the man, looking like they were about to throw more than words if he went much further.

This- this wasn’t that nightmare world. It was similar, but-

This time he had his friends here. His REAL friends.

And they would never do that.

The man sneered. “I hope it’s worth it to you, to defend such a horribly toxic person. I bet you’re just as bad. You’re ENABLING him, making him think he’s an acceptable human being. If you keep this up, you’ll be in the same boat as him. And you’ll deserve it.”

NO.

“Threaten me, call me terrible things, fine. But leave my friends out of this!”

The man’s lips curled into a triumphant smile. “So he has SOME integrity after all. Where was this when you left Ladybug?”

…This wasn’t worth engaging in. The man wasn’t going to back down or be persuaded.

“Come on, let’s go.”

He tugged Marinette away, who looked ready to launch into a volley of insults and defenses. He loved her sense of justice – the way she stood up to Hawkmoth, stood up for what was right and good and told him off, all while promising they’d both defend Paris – it was one of the reasons he first fell in love with her.

But sometimes fighting back directly would just get them hurt. And looking around, this appeared to be one of those times – at least without having more information first.

Best to just walk away.

They retreated. Thankfully the man didn’t follow them, though he had a heart-stopping moment when he thought he might.

Sequestered near a tree in a nearby park, they regrouped.

“I think I’ve found what that man was talking about.”

Adrien looked over at Alya, who was looking down, frowning at her phone.

Huh. Reception worked in these fake worlds apparently. Who knew?

He and the others crowded around her.

Useless Chat Noir threatens to quit; is fired before he has a chance.

Chat fiddles while Paris sinks

Arrogant, entitled Chat Noir revealed to be useless, conceited rich boy Adrien Agreste! Should we really be surprised?

The last one was from the Ladyblog.

The phone shook in Alya’s hand. “I- ERGH! I just – I know this can’t be real, but I still can’t BELIEVE this!”

Adrien smiled slightly. He and Alya had been hanging out more – mostly in friend groups, still not as much one-on-one – but they’d gotten to know each other a lot better than they did before, when it was mostly in passing. Though they HAD started bonding over their love of superheroes lately, even exchanging comic books. It was nice to have someone to geek out about that with. Nino and Marinette liked superheroes, but they were more casual fans who just saw a few movies and cartoons now and then. The deep absurdity of the comics? That’s something only he and Alya shared.

Turning his attention back to Alya’s phone, he frowned. ‘Paris sinks’… that sounded familiar.

Some videos popped up in Alya’s search results as well.

The thumbnails looked kinda familiar as well, though being so small and seeing from a distance… well, that didn’t mean much.

Alya clicked on one.

The video expanded. It was clearly shot at a distance, but the sound quality and picture were still pretty good.

It showed him as Chat Noir, sitting around on an abandoned rooftop, surrounded by water.

Flooded Paris… was this the Syren attack?

“This is so dumb.” He stood up. “Claws in!”

Plagg came shooting out of the ring as he detransformed.

So far it looked just like his memory of that day. He’d been so close to giving up – though he’d doubted that it would’ve been forever. He had a habit of coming around as soon as His Lady was in any serious danger.

That day, Plagg had affirmed how much Adrien meant to him, personally, not just as a tool. And Ladybug had persuaded Fu to drop by and fill him in.

That day, his closest friends had affirmed that they DID care about him as a person, not just as a tool, as a fighter. Something that he struggled with remembering sometimes, with how his father emphasized his worth being tied to what he could do for him and ignoring his feelings or protests about anything he wanted him to do.

He’d been in a dark place, but between Plagg and Ladybug, they’d helped pull him out of it.

“Tell me what Ladybug’s hiding from me, or I’m done!” Adrien put his fingers on the ring, ready to pull it off.

Huh. Something about this seemed slightly off. Nothing he could really nail down, but… it didn’t feel right.

“Go ahead. Pull it off. You don’t deserve it anyway.”

WHAT?!

Ok, that was definitely NOT Plagg. Not the Plagg that he knew, not the REAL Plagg anyway. This was like that fake Plagg, from the earlier nightmare world.

“You’re willing to threaten for everyone to DROWN, hold Paris hostage just because you’re unhappy with being kept out of the loop?! You’d leave her to fight alone, make her apologize and fill you in?! You’re not worthy of knowing what Ladybug does. THAT’S why I didn’t show you, tell you everything. And now? You’re replaceable, you know that? Go ahead, get rid of the ring, I’d WELCOME it. You’re a horrible Chat Noir and a horrible partner to Ladybug. You shut up and follow orders. That’s all you’re good for.”

WHAT.

That wasn’t- he’d never- WHAT THE HELL?!

The video froze.

Alya lifted her finger from the phone. “Ok, before we continue with this any further, I think we all need a moment. Because I’m about ready to either scream at someone or throw up from watching that, and I doubt any of you are doing any better.”

“Plagg would never say that. Would never THINK that! I may not know him as well as Adrien does, but I sure as hell know that!” Marinette spoke up, a dangerous look on her face.

Nino looked over at him. “Dude. I know we’ve all talked about how this isn’t right, it isn’t true, but… just to say it some more, just in case you’re doubting… I took on the ring for awhile. I could do it, but I still wasn’t YOU. I can substitute in an emergency, but that doesn’t make you replaceable. Not as a person. No more than Alya being able to take on the Ladybug Miraculous in an emergency makes Marinette ‘replaceable’.”

He closed his eyes and just… breathed.

He knew what had really happened.

He knew that Plagg wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t react like that. That none of his friends would.

But… it was really reassuring to hear them say it.

“I think… I think I’m good. Go ahead and play it.”

They all looked a little uncertain, but Alya hit play. Still, he noticed they all cuddled up closer to him than was technically necessary.

“I- Wha- That’s not what I was-“

Plagg hissed, drowning out whatever the version of him on-screen was going to say.

“So it’s YOU.”

Adrien flinched at the menace, the scorn in Ladybug’s voice.

Marinette pressed up harder against him, intertwining her hand with his.

“I always thought you were a nuisance who couldn’t do his job properly. But this? This is going too far. I lead, you follow. I tolerated you because at the end of the day, you usually did what you were told. But if you’re not prepared to do that, if you demand to know more than you need to, if you THREATEN me, threaten Paris with leaving me alone, leaving me in danger because you’re throwing a little temper tantrum?”

Ladybug threw her yo-yo, knocking his loosened ring from his hand. Plagg caught it, delivering it to her.

“Then you don’t deserve a Miraculous anyway. Go home and rot, for all I care. I’ll find someone more worthy.”

Tears ran down Adrien’s face as he stammered incoherently.

A drop of liquid fell on Adrien’s hand.

“ADRIEN!”

He looked up and over at Marinette.

Her own eyes looked slightly puffy, but her mouth was set in a thin, determined line.

“SHE. IS. WRONG.”

Maybe. But…

“Some of this… some of this did happen. Or something close to it.”

As Marinette’s mouth fell open, he hastened to clarify. “Not what Plagg and Not-you said and did, but… some of the rest of it. The threatening to take off the ring part? That really happened. I did that.”

She blinked.

He braced himself for some sort of admonishment, for her to yell at him like in the video-

But she just softly ran her hand along his face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Her tone was so different from what he’d just heard. So kind and gentle.

He forced himself to speak. “Not really. But… I think I need to.”

Gathering his thoughts together, he spoke slowly and carefully. “Shortly before we fought Syren we had a short mission with Alya – or rather, Rena Rouge. I was happy to have her on the team, but… well. I was afraid and… and very insecure. Cataclysm isn’t necessary. Not like your Miraculous Ladybug and Akuma purification are. And if Rena had your back – well, did you really need me? And with being kept in the dark about her identity, while YOU could know hers, and you were getting all these Miraculous from somewhere else and knew important, Miraculous-related things you wouldn’t talk to me about and- and I just felt like I wasn’t needed. Or wanted. I’d thought we were a team of equals, you know? Even if you took the lead, that ultimately both of us had the same authority, had the same power level overall.

But then… that wasn’t true anymore, and I didn’t know why.”

Marinette looked really downcast, her eyes dropping to her shoes as she took shaky breaths.

Adrien’s heart panged. “Crap, Marinette, I didn’t mean – I understand why NOW, why you couldn’t just tell me everything. It wasn’t your secret to share.”

“I- I know,” she said, her voice small. “But… even if I couldn’t do much about that then, just knowing what you were going through – the version of you in my nightmare world was talking about the same thing. I was sort of hoping, once I found out that that wasn’t the true you, that it was some sort of made-up version, that you hadn’t been through that level of hurt, but… now I’m thinking that maybe the one from my nightmare world was more accurate than I thought – that he represented those feelings of frustration and anger you have, just… not everything else about you.

For what it’s worth, I hated it too. You’re my partner, friend, and even boyfriend now – not my sidekick.”

She winced. “…There were a few points where maybe I could’ve done better. Like when I first found the book and suspected your father of being Hawkmoth. Fu never told me to keep the book secret, just to be careful, since he believed whoever had the book was probably Hawkmoth. But that shouldn’t have kept me from telling you about it. It didn’t really endanger my secret identity – I could just have said I found it as Ladybug shortly before confronting Lila about her lies – and I knew I could trust you.

Honestly I’m still not sure why I DIDN’T tell you about it. I can put up some guesses but… ultimately, I just don’t think I was thinking about how that would feel for you. I was hung up on other thoughts, like relief over discovering that you weren’t secretly Hawkmoth-“

WHAT.

“PFFFFT- BLAAA HA HA HA?!”

If he’d been drinking something, he would’ve done a spit-take. As it was, his mouth had apparently decided to improvise.

She chuckled too, until it turned into full-on laughter, Alya and Nino soon joining in.

It wasn’t really that funny, but… well, after all this, they needed a laugh.

“It’s- it’s such a ridiculous thought now, but… but you had the book, so maybe-“

“Maybe you thought the most meowvelous boy you knew secretly ran around mind-controlling people and giving them some of the most ridiculous and ugly costumes known to man?”

She burst into raucous laughter again, taking a good thirty seconds to calm down to the point where she could speak again. “To- to be fair, I doubt your fashion sense is THAT much better.”

He clutched his chest. “Oh, how my Princess has wounded me with her sharp tongue and piercing words! But there you are wrong, Milady. For while my designing sense pales in comparison to yours, I at least know what good supervillain designs should look like. And a child’s bathtub toy is not one of them.”

Nino shuddered. “I don’t know whether Hawkmoth just REALLY hates me or what. I don’t think even Reflekta’s design was uglier – and she was supposed to be as eye-catching and garish as possible.”

He grinned. “See, if I’d had the Butterfly Miraculous, you would’ve looked more like Zorro. Or maybe the Dread Pirate Roberts.”

“The Princess Bride? Who would you be then?”

Oh he’d THOUGHT about this one. “Inigo Montoya, of course!”

“…So we’d have an awesome sword fight where we both got to be as ridiculously awesome and over-the-top as possible?”

“You know it!”

Nino looked at Alya and Marinette plaintively. “Guys we’ve got to find some way of tracking down Hawkmoth. Our movie re-enactment depends on it!”

Marinette giggled a little. “Sure. Hawkmoth won’t know what’s coming for him!”

They all laughed a little more at that.

Marinette’s face turned serious once again. “I made a mistake back then I think, not telling you at least a little more of why I suspected Hawkmoth. I’m really glad you know now.”

He nodded, giving her a small smile. “Thanks, Marinette.”

Taking another breath, he continued with his story. The short little aside had helped at least, had given him and the others a breather from this screwed-up situation, even if only for a couple minutes.

“When you left to go do something, something Miraculous-related that I wasn’t allowed to know about, and I just needed to wait for you to come back, I just… I put up with it for a bit, but I just kept going over and over in my head what you knew, why you might’ve left, how you already had a new partner you’d gotten to pick yourself and I just… I snapped.”

He sat there waiting for her to return.

She’d done this a few times before, left to go pick up a Miraculous or something, but… the other times he’d been otherwise preoccupied, had some role to fill while she was gone, like when he helped hold off the Sapotis or was helping to preoccupy the panthers like earlier that morning. He still wished he could come with, but he had a vital role, a job he was doing, and he understood that.

But this time? This time was different.

He couldn’t DO anything about Syren. Everyone’d already evacuated themselves (Parisians had gotten VERY good at that over the past few months).

There was no greater purpose, greater reason to him needing to stay behind. He just wasn’t allowed to know whatever Ladybug knew, and wasn’t allowed to know WHY he wasn’t allowed to know, either.

Secret identities, he understood. He still thought that maybe it would be better, be worth it to know each other’s identities. Both because they could coordinate better… and more selfishly, he’d sometimes admit to himself, because then they could hang out more, get to know each other better than they could now.

But this? He could tell that Ladybug wasn’t the only one involved in this, she’d mentioned needing to talk to ‘him’ about bringing – well, himself, into the loop.

He didn’t want to take it out on Ladybug. But – he just-

He was ALWAYS left in the dark. Whether by her, now, or by his father when he asked- well, pretty much anything, but especially concerning his mother.

Didn’t he have at least SOME right to know these things? About things related to him, and people he cared about?

And no one would tell him why he couldn’t know in the first place.

Not even Ladybug or Plagg.

Did they just not care?

He stood up, muttering to himself. “This is so dumb! Claws in.”

Plagg spiraled out of the ring, groaning. “What’s taking her so long?”

Adrien slowly started pulling the ring off his finger.

“Whoa, easy!” Plagg cried out, alarmed. “W-What are you doing?!”

Something he’d had percolating in the back of his mind since that morning, since Ladybug left with Rena Rouge, leaving him out of the loop – while also showing she could bring in another superhero on demand whenever she needed help.

He loved being Chat Noir. He loved running across rooftops, fighting villains, and most of all, seeing His Lady.

But he had his limits, and his self-respect.

“If you don’t tell me what Ladybug is hiding from me, I’m done!”

He’d followed along with her plans, trusting her to come up with good ones, and to tell him what he needs to know. Trusting that even if he couldn’t see what she was doing, what she was planning, even if it made no sense to him, it was for the best.

But that didn’t mean he was fine with not being told anything at all.

He trusted her. But it seemed like she didn’t return that trust, not even enough to tell him why.

And she didn’t need him.

“You can’t do that!”

“Why not? No one’ll know if I quit. No one’ll care.”

She had Rena Rouge now. She’d barely even notice his absence. If she just needed a superhero to help her pull off her plans – well, she had another one now.

And while she’d laughed and joked with him, while they’d shared some intimate moments together – it was starting to feel like she didn’t respect him as an equal. Didn’t think he had the right to know anything beyond what he technically needed to, in order to fulfill his role in battle.

He got enough of that, of only being told what he needed to in order to get a job done, with his father.

He didn’t have any choice with that. Not if he still wanted to be able to see his friends.

He did have a choice with this.

“I will!”

“Why? Because you won’t have anyone to give you Camembert?”

He smiled as he said that, but he was only half-joking. He knew how much Plagg loved cheese, and he cared for Plagg, but… well, was he so different from Ladybug here? He provided Plagg with food. Did he care at all past what he could give Plagg, what he could do for him?

But… even just seeing that concern, that immediate alarm at seeing him thinking of quitting…

Even if he wasn’t sure of the reasons yet. Plagg at least didn’t want him to leave.

“Oh, I’m sure there’ll be another Chat Noir to give me cheese…” Plagg said in a faux casual manner, turning his back on Adrien.

Plagg looked back at him over his shoulder, “but he won’t be you.”

He cared.

Genuinely.

And not just because of what Adrien could give him.

Plagg could find another wielder easily, or someone else could find a wielder for him.

But Plagg didn’t WANT another wielder.

Didn’t just WANT someone else to give him cheese.

He wanted Adrien.

Not for what he could do for him, but for who he was.

“Fu appeared immediately after that saying he’d tell me everything later, but for now, he needed me to go help Ladybug, and handed over a vial of the transformation potion. Realizing that Plagg cared and that you’d made good on your promise, had talked Fu into appearing and filling me in? I may have hit a low point that day, but… between you and Plagg? Both of you lifted me up that day, showed me I was wrong. That even if neither of you would tell me everything, you cared. That I wasn’t just a useful tool. That I wasn’t to be seen and not heard.”

Marinette pulled him into a hug. “God, Chat, if I’d known it was this bad I would’ve done something sooner. Would’ve pushed for Fu to reveal himself sooner. And… and even before that, have worked harder on bringing you into the loop when I could. Have tried to give you more information when possible, have talked with you more as an equal partner. I just… I got caught up sometimes in thinking that everything was on my shoulders, that everything was my responsibility, that… well, I thought it was my duty to make the decisions, to take that on, and forgot about the effect that could have.”

He gave her a small smile. “It’s fine, Buginette. It hasn’t been a problem lately anyway – not with Fu talking with everyone and the four of us knowing each other’s identities.”

“I can’t believe whatever’s causing all this, is using that moment to just… just to try say you’re horrible!” Marinette shuddered. “I know what it’s like to think you’re not needed, that giving up your Miraculous is – if not for the better, not going to make things worse, and to be insecure in general. You guys all saw that back when I tried to give my Miraculous up that first day.”

Adrien shuddered. He’d been shocked to see that – they all had. The idea of Ladybug not being there, of her honestly not thinking she was good enough – he’d seen her self-doubt before, but never so blatantly.

And just… never seeing her again, at least while not KNOWING she was her…

Alya would’ve been competent with the Ladybug Miraculous even if he believed that Marinette was a better fit. It would’ve been doable.

But he wouldn’t just miss Ladybug – miss Marinette, though he wouldn’t know it – because of the role she played.

Even back then, just knowing her for that short amount of time, he was enamored with her and wanted to get to know her better. To get to know the slightly awkward girl who fell on him and tangled them both up in her yo-yo, and the awesome, courageous, clever girl who fought beside him to defeat Stoneheart.

He’d miss HER, not for her role, but for who she was.

Same as she did with him; he knew that now.

He squeezed her tightly. “We really are a pair, aren’t we?”

She gave a small smile. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

*cough*

Adrien glanced over towards the sound, at Alya.

“As much as I’d love to continue this, we need to figure out what to do now. If a random bystander has that kind of reaction to Adrien I don’t want to know what the reaction of someone who knows him personally would be like; plus, the longer we stand around, the more likely we’ll attract unwanted attention.”

Oh crap. He’d forgotten about that. That man had been bad enough. If there was a crowd…

He shuddered. Crowds of people all fixated on him were bad enough when they LIKED him. When spewing insults and treating him as if he was one of the worst human beings alive? And when his friends might get caught in the crossfire?

Bad enough that time he snuck away to watch his mother’s movie and gotten Marinette caught up in it. But at least she didn’t seem to be too terribly upset about the paparazzi assuming they were a couple! She’d just seemed a bit flu… stered…

…Okay so in hindsight that made a LOT more sense.

Marinette frowned, putting her hand to her chin. “We’ve gotta be careful since we can’t escape or fight anything very easily, especially if one of our superpowered counterparts tries to fight us. Well except for Chat I guess, since… well…”

She trailed off, wincing awkwardly.

That’s right, the Ladybug here had taken Chat’s Miraculous.

Had taken HIS Miraculous.

But… that wasn’t His Lady in the video. That had been very clear from the start.

…the version of himself though?

Hmm…

“Maybe we should visit this place’s version of me, see whether that’ll give us any leads?” he suggested.

“You know, I think you might be onto something there,” Marinette said, slowly perking up. “Since he doesn’t have a Miraculous anymore, he probably can’t attack us if things go wrong. He seemed more normal than anyone else too, sounded and reacted more like- well, YOU. I don’t know whether that means he’ll be more able to help, but… well right now, I wouldn’t mind just meeting someone who hasn’t gone crazy.”

“Just be careful,” Nino said warily. “I thought the same thing with the Marinette in that nightmare I was trapped in, and… well, you know how that turned out.”

Nino hadn’t recounted the full thing, but from what he HAD said, he’d rather take his chances with this reality’s Ladybug than the Marinette he’d met.

…Aaaaand time to stop thinking about that before he got even more stressed. Deal with the current terrible situation, no use dwelling over a past one he had no control over and was already resolved.

“Next stop, Adrien’s place!”

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(A/N) If Ladybug saw what went down in Syren with Chat almost giving up the Ring, there's NO WAY IN HELL she'd yell at him about it. She'd be devastated that he felt so bad he was willing to give up something he loved!

Also with the civilians in Syren (and OH HELL has Syren been litigated to death), the shots of Paris filling up with water make sure to show everyone involved escaping to higher ground or finding some manner of floatation and being perfectly fine, with no one panicking or all that worried and no one being injured or hurt, I'm pretty sure we're meant to be believe that everyone was fine, even though that's unrealistic considering what happened. Considering how unrealistic ML Paris is in general (seriously do only like. 500 people live there?) I'm willing to take it at that. There wasn't much of a reaction to that skyscraper being felled back in Origins and that was before anyone knew that Ladybug could repair things (plus she didn't actually repair anything until the next day), so collateral damage in ML that isn't explicitly shown doesn't seem to be counted as that big a deal usually. So I figure Parisians are just reaaaally good at escaping harm and also are really lucky in general.

One of the things that really bugs me with a lot of Adrien salt is how it totally discounts his thoughts, emotions, and mindset as being invalid, as not mattering. As if his only purpose in life is to be a tool and if he asserts any dissent or will of his own, he's treated as evil. He's just... he's not treated like a person in his own right.

There's NO WAY his friends would stand for that.

#Divergent points #ml fanfic #ml fandom salt #adrien agreste #Miraculous ladybug

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biblio-bitch · 4 years

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Teen Titans 1x01 Blind Reaction

I haven’t watched the OG Teen Titans yet. Sue me. I wasn’t allowed to watch cartoons as a kid so I’m playing catch-up here. As usual, spoilers and cursing under the cut! Also. apologies for the short sentences, it was like 3 am.

A disclaimer: This is entirely for fun and a lot of the comments I make are based on my preferences for media as well as the way I, as a writer, would have written things.

If I say something you disagree with (more likely in my analysis posts than my reactions) then I am more than happy to hear your opinions so long as you are respectful!

If you followed me for Detroit Evolution content I promise I’ll post the rest soon. Formatting and proofreading takes ages. I also might start liveblogging my adventures in screenwriting so look out for that!

That being said, let’s get into it!

[In brackets is added post-watch.]

Holy old animation Batman. It feels like Phineas and Ferb.

BB Sounds like Phineas.

The cheesy intro tho

Seriously which Robin is this cause I think it’s Dick but Idk

“Titans Go!”

The theme song is iconic

Love the OG Raven design

Is the theme Japanese?? It kinda feels Japanese

I love that Starfire’s outfit isn’t like literally a bikini it’s nice since she’s designed like a sixteen year old

Epic fight scene™️. Makes me feel like something’s going to go wrong.

“I am stronger than I look” fuck yeah Star get his ass

Honestly wtf Rob you’re like twelve and you don’t have powers??? Also is he wearing steel toe boots?? I thought they were converse at first. Seriously Batman, what’s with the child soldiers??

Cyborg?? I love him

Ouch that was a fail

Ok the bo staff is a Tim Drake signature as far as I know so wtf???? Which black haired mf is this???

It’s Dick. I googled. [I love DC and I realize that most of the Robins were designed before having diverse characters was a thing but literally they all look the same. Like personally I’d love to see a Romani or other non-white rep for Dick.

{I gleefully return to this post with news that Dick is canonically Romani! He’s been played so often as white, including in the new Titans, which I will be making a post about, but he was confirmed to be poc in Devin Grayson’s Gotham Knights. He’s part Romani on his mother’s side. She, according to Tim Seeley’s twitter, is an immigrant. He was originally presented without a confirmed ethnicity! My apologies for being uninformed about this. I stated Romani specifically here before knowing because I had seen people talk about him as such and really enjoyed it.}

Maybe a mixed Jason? I feel like Tim is white mostly bc he’s rich IN GOTHAM,,, but like I never turn down the possibility of poc characters. Damian is canonically middle eastern so if I ever see a live action Damian not played by a middle eastern brown kid I’m rioting.]

What a petulant child. Blaming each other. Now they’re fighting. [This part feels very overdramatic to me personally. I do think that if this wasn’t animated it would be toned down quite a bit. That being said? I do think it’s in character for Dick, especially late Robin-era Dick, to have outbursts like that, especially as a character that I see as needing a lot of control.]

Oh wonderful. He quit. That’s overly dramatic.

Oh goddamn it Slade.

I’m not supposed to know he’s Slade yet tho huh. [Rip the element of surprise with that, I have a habit of learning everything from things before investing my time in it, and my obsession with other versions of DC comics isn’t helpful in this situation. Also the 25 pages of AO3 I’ve read about the Bats gives quite a bit away.]

Oh ew that’s a plasma monster

He looks like fuckin,,, Underbelly! that mf from the Red Hood/Arsenal comics. [Underbelly is the personification of the criminal world. I got through four RH/A comics as of posting this so once I finish that storyline I’ll probably post about it]

“It’s pointless to get upset about Cyborg” breaks glass. [I personally really fw Raven being like ‘master of meditation i feel nothing’ but then these dumbasses get all up in her brain and she ends up loving them like honestly that’s amazing]

“I’m fine” fucks up that punching bag. Master of emotions this bitch. [I don’t think that this little tantrum is entirely because Cyborg left. Again, Dick was raised by Batman, and neither of them are too good about losing control and fucking up. This to me is very much a mix of guilt for having driven away a friend and teammate, anger at Cyborg for leaving, and also anger at himself for a perceived failure. Bruce really needs to get his kids therapy bc the complexes are really shining through.]

Now they’re sad like bitch ur the one who kicked him out???

He’s eating something and it’s gross.

“That stuff can’t be good for you” Robin,,, sweaty,,,

The puns. Jeez Louise.

Immensely powerful half demon lady and the best you can do is some cans?? [Again with the things you shouldn’t know, Theo. Yeah I get that she’s still a kid and the demon lady thing isn’t exactly revealed yet, but I maintain that the barrels -- which I realized that they’re barrels not cans -- could be improved upon]

“You giant zit”??? A Child [Seriously how old is he because it’s concerning that he seems as young as he does. @ Bruce wtf did you do to your kids]

Phase three what an ominous asshole

Again with the puns Rob like jeez just fight this mf

Star,, you’re an alien?? Why are you screaming??

Both eyes on the road while flying Raven

He just extends the bo again bro what kinda bat bullshit is this

Cyborg saving the day!! We gotta love that. “Still got the sonic if you still got the boom” what kids I love them

I love that he just,, brought Cinderblock with him. He’s just that powerful.

Wtf is up with this knockoff Alfred mf with Slade? Also?? What stereotypical villain shit Slade step it up. [Titans (2018) Slade is like,,, so much better at this. Hell, even Arrow Slade is more nefarious.]

[I know it’s stupid to say this about an antagonist from a kids show vs two YA/Adult shows but like?? Titans Slade had the Motive, and Arrow Slade was Deep. In my defense here, I’m only on Ep 1, I’m sure he gets more interesting as the show progresses.

My non-sleep deprived rating? 9/10. Points off for melodrama but points on for nostalgia and attention grabbing. I’m not really into kids shows so I did my best to be fair despite that. Personally I think it’s a little much on the fighting especially for a pilot and it definitely seemed a little bit rushed. But, the animation is fun, I love the way each character is distinctive in costume and personality.

Keep in mind I prefer watching things with writing/pacing like Arrow, The Flash, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and the new Titans TV show and all of my ratings are going to be skewed based on a preference for stronger and darker material.

With that in mind, I did enjoy the episode and I do want to continue watching. I think if I had watched this as a 10-11 year old, it would’ve been amazing.]

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akemiozawa · 4 years

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Big Sister

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This’ll be a 3 part story, and of course inspired by @sintheyokai and her scenario of Vil’s niece, Ebony.

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Trina, you have a call!

Trina snatches her phone off her desk and held it to her ear, while tugging on her other boot.

“Trina here!” She chirped.

“Hi Trina!” A bright voice sounded.

The brunette’s eyes widened. “Aunt Momokase?!”

“Yes! How’re you doing?”

The girl stood, awestruck, before stammering out,

“I-I’m fine. And you?” She tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Well...” Momo sighed before continuing, “I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I’ve got a giant sushi order that needs to be taken care of for a cocktail party this weekend. And my usual babysitter got sick with the flu. So...would it be too much to ask of you to watch the kids for me this weekend?”

Trina’s surprise grew, then her lips set into a smile.

“No! It’s no trouble at all!” And she wasn’t lying. She loved her little cousins more than anything!

“Oh, thanks so much!” Her aunt was relieved.

“So, when would be a good day to start watching them?”

“Uh...about that, I’m actually waiting in the main hall with the Headmaster at this moment....”

And cue the sound of a record scratching.

“Oh...” Trina trailed off, completely caught off guard. She whipped her head to the clock on her desk. It wasn’t that late for a Friday afternoon. All her classes were finished and she had plenty of time before the dinner bell.

“Hold on, Mo! I’ll be right there!” She declared and clicked off her phone before her aunt could respond.

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Ortho knocked on the dark blue door, and stepped back waiting for an answer. Not five seconds have passed before Trina’s face appears in the open doorway.

“Oh, hey, Ortho!” She smiled.

“Hi Trina! I just got a notice from the Headmaster, he needs to see you!” The younger Shroud brother informed.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way!” She smirked and ran through the dark halls, not looking back.

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By the time she got to the front doors, she had a light row of sweat along her forehead. But through her ragged breathing, she could clearly see her aunt speaking with Crowley with two small bodies clutching close to her legs.

“Auntie!” She waved and sped over.

The young woman with medium-long black hair with blue highlights and green eyes, with a delicate face turned towards her voice and smiled. But as she opened her mouth to speak, the two smaller bodies ran in the opposite direction towards Trina, simultaneously crying,

“Big Sis!!!”

Trina knelt down just in time as the two children were enveloped in her arms. She cradled them close to her as she smiled gently.

She drew back to look at the two.

“Hello Breelyn! Hi Brayden!”

The two in question looked up at her: one had bright green eyes, matching Aunt Mo’s, and mid-back length brown hair in gently curled waves. The other had electric blue eyes, mirroring Trina’s, and noticeable combed down black hair. But both had matching beige skin and wide smiles.

“We missed you!” The blue-eyed boy exclaimed.

“When will you come home?” The brunette girl whined.

Trina smiles with sympathy, “I’m sorry, little ones. I’ve still time here until I can come back. But I promise, I’d never forget you two!” She lightly pinched their cheeks before hugging them again.

Aunt Mo, who was watching the heartfelt exchange with a smile, laughs delicately. “It’s so good to see you, Trinity.”

“Hi, Aunt Mo.” She smiled back. After Trina left for Night Raven, her aunt called her to congratulate her on the news. Even before NRC, Momokase was the only person Trina had trusted with everything. Well, most things. After being accepted, they maintained contact with each other despite the borders of Night Raven.

“While you were on your way, I was speaking with the Headmaster. I’ve told him how Bree and Brad looked up to you and wanted to follow in your footsteps.”

“Yes, if these two are extraordinary as you claim, Ms. Mikazuchi, I’d be glad to take them in when they’re of age.” Headmaster Crowley stood on Mo’s right, smiling in agreement.

Trina knew the whole story: Mo’s husband, Trina’s uncle, got called in for a job halfway across the country a year and a half ago, and wouldn’t be back for quite a while. But video called the family when he had the chance. During this time, Trina decide to step in her uncle’s place and help Mo around the house. It was a hassle: juggling her academics and houselife, against her father’s wishes, but Trina loved her aunt. During the time spent, Trina became a regular face around Mo’s house, the twins made it a regular habit to call her “Big Sister” due to their attachment towards her as an older figure they’ll never have. They loved watching her build gadgets from their age, and still do. After learning about Trina’s new abilities during a get together, it was around the time as well when they, too, developed their own magical attributes. While Bree was growing in Ambient Energy Manipulation and Force Field Generation, Brad had a knack for Quantum Artillery and Digital Weaponry. Both of which had amazed Mo and Trina.

“I’d bet they’d be wonderful!” Trina giggled. After getting back up, with the twins now glued to her, Mo handed her two kid sized suitcases.

“Okay, I’ve packed them some extra clothes, bathroom appliances and a first aid kit, books and things if they ever get bored, snacks, drinks, and some little things they’ve been working on.” Trina nodded in understandment.

“Bye you two!” She cradled the two children in her arms, giving them raspberries as they giggled. “Take care of each other and Trina!”

“Yes, mom.” They said in sync. After another exchanged goodbye, aunt Mo was jogging out the door, while the two twins cling to Trina’s outstretched hands as the three walked back to Ignihyde.

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It was around 6:30 in the evening when it was time to eat. In the common room, which was fairly empty, save for a few students dotted here and there, Trina heated up the twin’s favorite food: Noodle burgers, and popped in a DVD of Big Chibi 6 cartoons for the twins to watch on the big tv. Meanwhile, Trina sat at the couch while fidgeting with her a few of her Scan Jammers, which had busted a few weeks back. That was the last time she’d let the Diasomnia first years use them. Just as she put her nose pliers down,

“Sis! We’re done!” Bree sounded. Trina looked up to see the twins with their plates and cups empty on the coffee table’s end.

“Okay, go ahead and put the dishes away, wash up and we’ll get started on our video games!” Trina instructed. Silently nodding, the two grabbed them and ran off to the small kitchen.

As Trina gathered her tools, she felt someone watching her. Smiling, she turned to see Idia walking into the common room.

“Oh! Uh...hello, Trina...” the dorm leader waved anxiously, a small smile present.

“Hey, Idia. Another leader meeting?” She walked over to him.

“Y-Yea.” He answered shortly. “Wh-what are you doing out here? You’re...normally in your room at this time...”

Before Trina could answer,

“IDIA!!!!”

And cue the twins running in and koala-hugging his long-ass legs while he gasps in surprise, while trying not to fall on his back.

He looks up at Trina in confusion, who mouths to him “That’s why” as her answer. Smiling, she says, “Okay, you two. Give him some room before he passes out.” And like nice, the two scurry to their Sister.

The third year looks in confusion at the Trio. “Idia, say hello to Brayden-” the boy at her left waves. “-and Breelyn.” The girl at her right smiles sweetly. “They’re my aunt Mo’s kids. I’m watching ‘em for the weekend. Bree, Brad, Idia Shroud. He’s in charge of Ignihyde. And he and his little brother, Ortho, are close friends of mine.” At the mention of his brother’s name, Ortho comes walking in.

“Oh! Hi Big Brother! Hi Trina! And hey Bree; Brad!” The lil bot waves. The twins wave back with equal enthusiasm.

“They...th-hey know m-me?” Idia stuttered one disbelief. Trina nods.

“After I moved into Night Raven, I’ve talked with my aunt and told her about you and the others. And let’s just say, you, and the other leads, got some pretty big fans.” At that, the twins scurried to Idia and started spewing one question after another. They were talking too fast for the third year to keep up.

“What kind of things did you invent?”

“Do you really use the River of Styx as your personal swimming pool?”

“How mad do you have to be for your hair to turn red?!”

“I heard some students in Octavinelle use your head as a barbecue grill, and for roasting marshmallows!”

“IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE A CYBORG BOYFRIEND NAMED AL?!”

Trina tried to hide her grin behind her hand, as did Ortho, but Idia looked close to fainting at that question.

“Okay, you two! That’s enough!” Trina laughed. She motioned for Ortho to take Idia to his room. The younger Shroud nodded and gently took his brother’s hand.

“Cmon, big brother! Let’s get you settled from the meeting.” In a daze, Idia didn’t bother responding and followed silently.

As soon as the two were out of sight, Trina smirked at the kids down at her.

“Who’s up for some Mario Kart?”

“ME!!!!”

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The headcanons belong to @twistedwonderlandimagines and a brief cameo of @oiseaunoir11 b/c Idia and Al are so cute! pt. 2 is coming soon.

#trinity homura #twisted wonderland oc #idia shroud #ortho shroud

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tev-the-random · 4 years

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A Miraculous Aro/Ace Headcanon

Ok, so as I’m finally free from schoolwork, I went back to my dear old habits and decided “hey, I’ll go watch some cartoon, I miss those” aaand now my new Thing I Won’t Shut Up About For a Few Monthstm is Miraculous Ladybug because I have no life.

And as I’ve been reading a lot of really cool ML headcanons lately, I actually had an idea and I wanted to share it with you because I love this scenario:

Just imagine: Aro/Ace supportive Ladybug

Imagine Ladybug agrees to an interview with Alya for the Ladyblog.

At some point, Alya asks her if there’s any boy she has a crush on. And she asks it with a smug face that’s way too reminiscent of the one she gives Marinette when she asks about Adrien.

Ladybug panics. Of course, she can’t let anyone even suspect a thing about her personal life, so without even thinking, she promptly and unhesitantly says ‘No, I would never'.

‘What do you mean you would never?’ Alya asks, not knowing her legit curious question threw the heroine into a “damnit” loop inside her head.

‘I mean um… I uh- of course I mean that I, uh… I am a… aromantic… asexual?’

Something about the way she says it throws Alya off for a second, and she just blinks. Meanwhile, Ladybug can’t stop thinking “is this the best you can come up with?! Where did that even come from?! What if they ask more questions, of course they’ll get suspicious!”

But Alya just smiles. Then she turns to her mobile’s camera and goes ‘well, there you have it, Ladyblog! Your aroace Ladybug is confirmed!’ And then she just continues with the interview normally.

Ladybug is so confused, because that was so easy.

But she’s also a bit relieved, because she doesn’t have to explain it further; at least not tonight. And besides, as Tikki points out later that evening, she just led herself away from suspicion, because most people knew Marinette wasn’t aroace. In fact, everyone was well aware she was in love with Adrien. Well, everyone but Adrien.

(I actually like the sound of Demi Marinette, but that’s something for some other time)

After that, Marinette actually starts researching a lot on the matter. She goes through forums and articles and blogs, reaches out (anonymously, of course) to the community, and really just tries to get as well informed as she can to avoid saying something hurtful as Ladybug. Because she knows she’s an influential figure, and now that she “came out” to the public, certain people would start looking up to her in a different way, and she wants to be as positive an influence to those people as possible.

Chat Noir isn’t nearly as alarmed about the news as she thought he would be. He is slightly sad she never told him, ‘we’re friends, m’lady, you know you can trust me!’, but he overall understands she didn’t really have a reason to tell him before.

(Yeah, let’s say she never told him she liked somebody else, for the sake of continuity)

Instead of feeling like he has to fight someone for his lady’s heart, Chat Noir actually understands Ladybug is being truthful to herself. So he just… accepts it. He knows he can’t force her to fall in love with him, as much as he wants her to; he can’t force romance down her throat, so he just… sets to respect her. She loves him as a friend, right? Honestly, that’s enough for him, as long as his lady is happy.

He doesn’t stop the casual flirting, tho. Ladybug can’t really say she is annoyed. In fact, it became more of a recurring joke of theirs rather than actual flirting. She appreciates how their friendship became just a tiny bit lighter.

Back in school, Lila keeps telling everyone how ‘I was the first one Ladybug really came out to, since we’re good friends, you know? She was so nervous, because she thought I wouldn’t understand, but of course I support her all the way’ and Marinette actually gets happy about how Lila explains the concept of aromanticism and asexuality just right to whoever asks her. At least her lies aren’t hurtful this time. But Marinette does listen closely to get to know what stories she won’t tell everyone when they ask Ladybug.

Nathaniel and Marc feel kind of bad, because they’ve been building this romantic innuendo in their comics for a while and they’re afraid they offended Ladybug in some way with it. Ladybug makes sure to come by and tell them she loves their comics and they should keep it up, for she is eager to read the next issue.

Eventually, Marinette reaches out to Alix, who is in fact aroace. She discreetly – or as discreetly as Marinette can get – asks her some pieces of advice and some information about her own personal experience being a part of the aspec.

‘Why are you asking me all of this all of a sudden, Marinette?’

‘Oh, uh… because… after Ladybug’s declaration on the Ladyblog I felt… inspired! To make some designs for aromantic and asexual people, you know, bring about more visibility? So… yeah, I figured I should talk to someone who actually knows about it so I could make something more… special?’

‘Why didn’t you just say so??? Look, if you want to settle for the classic, get yourself a deck of cards – the aces are your friends – and a bunch of arrows, but if you want to think outside the box, I have a few ideas…’ Alix’s spitting words at the speed of light now. Marinette is eager to listen.

(I LOVE aroace Alix, ok?!)

Marinette did feel encouraged to try some Aro/Ace inspired designs. After her talk with Alix, word spread out about it, and some people started asking her casually if she had any ideas based in other orientations. Soon enough, Marinette fills half a sketchbook with pride designs.

Once Chloé commissioned a lesbian flag bonnet. She claims to never have done so, and Marinette doesn’t see the point of contradicting her anyway.

Imagine Ladybug going on a Pride Parade once and rocking the aro flag, because green and red are complementary colours and that is just beautiful.

Imagine Chat Noir going to that Pride Parade with Ladybug because hell if he was not going to be the most supportive friend ever.

Now imagine both Chat Noir and Ladybug legitimately having a good time at the parade and telling people of all orientations and gender identities how great they are.

Imagine Ladybug calling aphobes out on their crap.

Imagine Ladybug taking opportunities to validate everyone in the ace/aro umbrella.

Imagine Ladybug embracing this image and just being extremely positive and proud and…

Just imagine!

Ok, feel free to add anything, I like this way too much.

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The Briefest Kiss Part 21

2016

Placing the guitar away, Alex looked up from his spot on the floor of his old room. He turned to face the bed, placed his arm on it, then rested his chin on top of that. “Will you stay for dinner? And my dad cleaned out the guest room, so you could, you know, stay the night. Or even the weekend.”

Miles, who rested on Alex’s bed, playing mindlessly with a guitar pick, met his friend’s eyes curiously. “If that’s what you want? Of course, I will.” He sat up, gave Alex all of his attention. “Are you alright, babe? What’s going on?” He’d heard it in Alex’s voice. That forlorn tone, that shade of doubt, that slight tremble in his demeanor.

“My nerves are getting the best of me,” admitted Alex as he avoided Miles’ gaze. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I’ve played so many shows in my life, it should be normal, right?” He shrugged. “But you and I are about to play our album live for the first time and I wonder if people will like it.”

“What does it matter if they like it?” Miles scooted down the mattress, crossed his legs and sat in front of Alex. “We didn’t write any of the songs to please people. If we had done that, it would have sounded a whole lot different. We wrote it ‘cause we love the songs. You taught me to always write what I like, never to write what somebody else likes.” He took hold of Alex’s hand. “We’ll play. We’ll enjoy it. And we’ll see what happens. When they heckle and boo, let them. We’ll stand by our album.”

Alex squeezed Miles’ hand and smiled, a look of gratitude on his face. “Listen to you, all confident and self-assured.”

“You got yourself to thank for that.” Miles’ stomach rumbled. “And for that, as well! You ate my cake earlier!”

Alex looked guilty. Somewhat. “Sorry. But it was really delicious! And you were napping.”

“Could have woken me up!”

“But then you would have eaten the cake,” pointed Alex out. And grinned. “Shall I bake you a new one?”

Loud laughter. “I’d love to see you bake! But I’m not brave enough to eat it, got to be honest! Not after the great fish disaster of 2013.”

Alex rolled his eyes. Hard. “One burnt fish, Miles.”

“The neighbors wanted to call the fire department!”

“That bit of smoke!” He snorted.

Miles scoffed. “You tried to quell the smoke with water! That could have easily gone wrong!”

“But it didn’t!”

“Whatever. Let’s not try our luck by tempting the kitchen fairies again!”

Alex laughed again. “Kitchen fairies?” He jumped up and pulled Miles along by his hand. “Let’s see if we can find them downstairs. Maybe they miraculously prepared dinner for us!”

Miles allowed Alex to hold on to his hand as he tugged him down the stairs, through the hallway, all the way towards the kitchen, where Alex raised Miles’ arm to curl it around his shoulder.

Penny Turner, who was busy cooking, offered them a warm smile. “Figured you’d stay for dinner, Miles. Lasagna will be ready, soon.”

“Where’s dad?” asked Alex.

“Dining room. Go join him. He’s been reading this book about astronomy all day. Hasn’t spoken a word yet!”

Alex perked up. “Does he have a new book?” Slipping away from Miles, but not without letting his hand trail slowly down his arm, he walked away.

Miles shook his head with a smile. “Another book?”

Penny sighed. “Oh, I know.” She met his gaze with a look of amusement. “He and David are very much alike. Once they find a topic that fascinates them, they surrender to it completely. My husband got a whole shelf of books which all describe the same scientific details. Personally, I find it boring. But whatever makes them happy, right? Ask David, or Alex, anything about space and they will light up and talk for hours! Which is the reason they need us,” said Penny as she handed Miles a fork of Lasagna. “To remind them that there’s life outside of a book. Try this. Is it done?”

Miles tried. And nodded vigorously. “Oh, it’s perfect!”

Penny looked pleased. “Thank you, dear.” She busied herself with opening the bottle of wine, quietly posing a concerned question. “Miles, is he alright? He seems a bit worried lately.”

“Just the nerves,” reassured Miles. “May I?” She handed him the bottle of wine and smiled. “Once the first show is done, he’ll perk up. He says he doesn’t care for people’s opinion, but deep down, he’d be crushed if they hated it. But it’s a beautiful album. He’ll be fine!”

“You’ll look out for each other on tour, will you?”

“We will, Mrs T.”

Happy with the answers, she nodded. “Go tell them that dinner is ready!”

Once the Lasagna was eaten, Alex’s parents settled in front of the television. Alex and Miles had offered to clean up and do the dishes and once that was done, Alex slipped his hand back into that of Miles’. “Shall we watch TV, too? Or go somewhere?”

“Let’s just stay in,” suggested Miles. They’d be out on tour soon, partying and whatnot. Enjoying a quiet night might actually be a good idea.

Alex looked thankful as he headed towards the living room. Miles took a seat on the side of the large couch, crossed his legs and smiled appreciatively when David handed him a big bowl of popcorn.

Alex used the remaining space of the couch to lay down. Curling one arm around Miles’ thigh, he rested his head alongside it. “What’s that show?”

“An old Agatha Christie movie. A classic.”

“Who’s dunnit?”

David chuckled. “We don’t know that yet. It’s why we’re still watching!”

Miles smiled at Alex, who let his eyes drift close every now and then. Television was more often than not the most boring thing in the world to him, cartoons aside. But he enjoyed the soundtracks of movies. And the musical scores that underlined the stories. Whenever those began to sound, he paid attention and watched.

“Thanks for staying here,” whispered Alex.

Miles placed his hand on Alex’s shoulder, squeezing it. “Don’t even mention it.” His voice was low, he was trying not to disturb Alex’s parents. “Stop worrying, babe. Just think of all the fun we’ll have.”

“Can’t wait to play Bad Habits,” he admitted.

“And Bowie!”

Alex pinched his thigh. “You’re supposed to look forward to our own songs, Mi!”

“I am!” He grinned. “But still! Admit it, you can’t wait to do Cohen!”

“True,” conceded Alex. “I am looking forward to it, Mi. It’ll be different than a Monkeys tour. We’ll be closer to the fans.”

“It will be incredible! And spending my summer with you is just an added bonus!” Absentmindedly, his hand drifted from Alex’s shoulder to his head and he began to play with his hair.

Alex sighed contently. “Wake me when the music starts,” he murmured as his eyes closed.

“Will do.”

As Miles turned his attention back to the television, he saw that Alex’s parents were watching them with curious expressions. Miles frowned, looked down at himself self-consciously, but found nothing out of the ordinary. “What’s wrong?”

Penny grinned as David shrugged and turned back to the TV. “Nothing,” she said. Her grin got wider. “All’s fine.”

Present Day

Fourteen days. He couldn’t do more than that. Miles paid the cab driver, stifled a fierce yawn that was struggling to escape, and got out. He grabbed his massive suitcase from the trunk, motioned for the cab driver that he was good to leave and then made his way towards Alex’s front door. The night was clear and the moon was shining brightly, allowing Miles to walk down the driveway without stumbling. Damn Alex and his need for saving energy. All the lights were off. Then again, it was almost three a.m. and who would possibly need lights at this time, right?

Miles fished out his key and let himself in. Over the years, they had amassed keys to all of each other’s places. Most of the time, however, they forgot to actually bring them. Taking careful steps, quietly closing the door behind him, Miles placed his suitcase against the wall and headed towards the stairs when he spotted the dim light by the pool through Alex’s living room window. Was he still awake?

Heading out, Miles found him snoring softly as he lay on a lounger, his acoustic on the floor next to him. He looked so peaceful and content and Miles didn’t have it in him to wake him, even though he was starving for his lover’s lips. Instead, he slipped out of his shoes, carefully climbed onto the lounger and curled up against Alex’s backside. Wrapping one arm around his middle, he smiled happily when Alex, still asleep, took hold of it and tugged it against him.

“Love you,” whispered Miles as he closed his eyes.

Miles felt the tingling all over his skin before he even opened his eyes. It was a warm sensation, a slow-spreading arousal that took hold of him and made him curl his toes and moan loudly. His teeth sank into his lower lip, dragging along the flesh, as his breathing became uneven. And then his eyes flew open.

Looking down, he found Alex kneeling between his legs, his hair disheveled from sleep, his eyes a bit drowsy, but a satisfied and smug smirk on his marvelous lips as his mouth hovered over Miles’ erection. Then he took him into his mouth again, making Miles forget time and space and everything else there was.

Alex let go with a pop. “You know,” he said, grinning, “There’s a tune that’s stuck in my head for days now and I can’t get it out. Can you guess, or shall I hum it for you?” His brows wiggled suggestively.

Miles’ lids became heavier as his mouth fell open. “Hum it,” he croaked, transfixed by the glorious sight in front of him.

“Your wish is my command.” Alex licked his lips before wrapping them around Miles’ cock once again. The soft vibrations of his humming undid him entirely. His head rolled back, he arched and writhed and chuckled breathlessly when it finally registered in his head that Alex was humming All You Need Is Love.

Alex wrapped his hand around Miles’ erection, jerked him off slowly as he tongued the crown of him.

“Ohhh…babe!” Miles was on the verge of losing his voice. “Feels insane!” He couldn’t remember ever feeling so good during a blow-job. And this wasn’t just any kind! This one was magnificent. It was beautiful. Mind-blowing. Unbelievable! “God, Alex! Yes!” He came hard and unexpectedly. Alex swallowed all of it, all the while looking immensely pleased with himself.

As Miles was slowly drifting back to earth, Alex wiped his lips with his finger, which he sucked into his mouth. He made a provocative show out of swirling his tongue around it to lick it clean. A cocky grin lit his face as he crawled on top of Miles, coming to rest on his chest. “Liked that, huh?”

Miles wanted to congratulate him, wanted to praise him, even call him a God. But he couldn’t speak. It required too much energy. So, he just smiled like a crazy person and nodded shakily.

Alex laughed. “You’re welcome.” He was about to lean down, and Miles already moved his arms around Alex’s torso, when he jumped up with big eyes. “OH FUCK!”

Miles, dazed and beyond comprehension for anything at the moment, just watched in sudden surprise as Alex tugged on his arm and pulled him off the lounger.

“Get up, Mi!” Alex pulled harder and Miles tried to comply, but his legs were a bit wobbly. “Fucking move, Miles!”

“Why? Huh?” He looked over his shoulder, tried to see what Alex was focusing on, and froze. “SHIT! What are they doing here?”

“Visiting!”

When Alex’s parents slid the glass doors to the patio open, Miles felt Alex’s strong hands on his chest and suddenly found himself shoved backwards into the pool. Alex jumped in after him.

Miles sputtered water as his head returned above the surface. “What the fuck?”

Alex wiped strands of wet hair from his face. “It’s either this or explaining to my parents why your pants are undone and why there’s a tent in mine!” When his parents walked up towards them, he swam to the edge of the pool and hovered there. “Mom, Dad, I completely forgot that you planned on dropping by!”

His father held his hand against his eyes, glancing around the property while his mother squinted at him. “Dear, since when do we swim with our clothes on?”

Alex clenched his jaw as Miles combusted in laughter.

“And you?” Penny addressed Miles sternly. “Why are you in the water? It’s been a bit, Miles. Seeing you here is a pleasant surprise! I’d have appreciated a hug. But you’re dripping wet now. Is that on purpose?”

Miles gulped. “Alex shoved me into the pool!”

Alex gaped as he flashed him a scathing glare. There was no doubt in Miles’ mind that he’d have to pay for that later. But, then again, the idea of a vengeful Alex was highly intriguing and held infinite possibilities. He licked his lips hungrily. Alex’s glare got even harsher.

“You should go freshen up,” suggested Alex. “Take the guest room. Take your time! We’ll get cleaned up and meet in a bit for breakfast. How about it?”

Miles noticed that Alex’s father was quite fascinated by the lawn near the edge of Alex’s yard. A blush crept up his face.

“What happened there?” wondered David Turner as he faced his son. “There’s a weird spot on your lawn, Alex. All this dirt. Did you dig for something?”

Alex turned crimson as Miles spun around, trying to swallow his laughter.

“That one is on Miles,” stated Alex and tossed his friend a dirty look. “Tell him, Miles. Tell him how that happened!”

Miles was tempted to throw Alex under the bus and be very honest about the origin of that dirty spot. But he didn’t dare to admit to Alex’s father what they had done in the rain the other day. He made up a little white lie. “A mole. Feisty one. Tried to shoo it away, but it just dug on.”

David nodded. “Oh, don’t I know that problem! We got those damned moles all over our lawn! Don’t we, Penny? I talked to the local lawn doctor and—”

Penny Turner rolled her eyes as she placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Let’s go freshen up, shall we? Boys,” she added, pointedly, “I expect hugs when we return.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Yes, Mrs T.”

As soon as the elder Turners were inside the house, Alex roughly shoved Miles’ shoulder. “You snitched on me to my mother? I thought you loved me.”

Miles chuckled. “I do, babe!” He moved closer towards him. “But she’s frightening! And she regularly talks to my mother, who is even more frightening!” His hands slid around Alex’s waist. “Let’s focus on something much more important.” He leaned forward, bringing their heads together. “Earlier, when you were making me lose my mind…” He grinned when Alex’s smug expression returned. “Where in hell did you learn that thing that you did with your tongue?”

Alex smirked. “Gay porn.”

“What?”

“You weren’t around to experiment with. Figured I might as well try and use that time to learn some. It was highly educational.” Alex leaned in, giving Miles a slow, torturously teasing kiss. “You’ll be amazed by just how much I learned during those last two weeks!”

Miles wanted to know. He wanted to know right now. He wanted to strip Alex naked and spend the rest of the day doing all the filthy things with him that he’d dreamed about while they’d been apart. As his hand slipped into the back of his partner’s pants, Alex, however, scooted away.

“No, no. Parents, remember?” Alex moved carefully back towards Miles. He reached out, placed a hand on Miles’ chest and let it linger. “No naughty business. Just kissing. Nothing R-rated. But do not worry.” He inched closer. “They won’t stay for long. They are meeting up with some other couple later tonight. So, we just have to manage until then. We managed for years, Mi.” A quick kiss. “How hard can it be?”

Miles chuckled as he raised his brow, sliding his hand down Alex’s front, finding him very, very erect. “You tell me.”

Alex’s face fell as he groaned. “We’re doomed.” He placed his hand around Miles’ and tugged him with him out of the pool. When they walked towards the inside, he looked at Miles’ undone pants and smiled coyly. “I thought I had taken care of that one?”

Miles looked down, saw the bulge in his own underwear and shrugged. “Around you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Alex and placing a kiss on his neck, “it never stays down for long.”

A grin flashed up on Alex’s face. “I like it when you say nice things to me!”

Miles kissed his neck again.

“You take the bathroom first,” said Alex when they reached his bedroom. “And I’ll get dressed in here. We really shouldn’t be naked around each other at the moment.” A laugh slipped from his lips. “There’s a real chance my mother is standing on the other side of the door, eavesdropping.”

Miles chuckled. “Oh, I know!” He spotted the dresser and smiled. “It’s finally here! And it looks incredible!” His gaze travelled around the room, taking in the finished and freshly renovated sight. “Alex, you did great. It’s far better than before!”

Pride tugged on Alex’s expression. “You really like it?”

“I love it,” Miles assured him, walking up to him. He gently caressed Alex’s cheek, letting his thumb linger near his lips. “I really do!”

“Happy to hear that!” Leaning into Miles’ touch, Alex bit his lower lip. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. The—”

Somebody knocked.

“Boys, ready for breakfast?” Penny called from the other side of the door.

“That woman has the worst timing in the world,” muttered Alex and sighed. He nudged Miles towards the bathroom. “I’ll ask you later. Better get ready before she brings breakfast in here!”

Miles laughed as he headed for the bathroom.

“Out of curiosity,” asked Alex’s mother as they sat on the Patio, enjoying breakfast, “where are you sleeping, Miles? We noticed that the guest room was unused and—”

David nudged her arm.

Penny frowned. “What, I’m a mother. I’m allowed to know!” Miles tried to fight the blush that was burning bright on his face. And seeing Alex succumbing to laughter didn’t help the least bit. What was he supposed to say? Admit to it all? He swallowed. “I…uh…”

“My bed.” Alex reached for Miles’ hand and entwined their fingers, startling him. “He’s my boyfriend.” He pulled their linked hands to his face and kissed Miles’ knuckles. “He’s sleeping in my bed.” A matter-of-fact statement. “To be fair, we slept on the lounger tonight. But wherever we sleep, we sleep next to each other. That’s what matters.”

“See?” Penny tossed her husband a pointed look. “Told you!”

Boyfriend.

Miles was still stuck on that part. Alex hadn’t called him that before. Sure, it was understood that they were a couple. They had confessed their love to one another, had done it plenty of times and everyone seemed to assume they were together, anyway, but being officially called a boyfriend in front of his love’s parents was still a major step. He held on to Alex’s hand more tightly and smiled at him when he caught his eyes.

What a long road they had travelled to get here. At times it had seemed blockaded, even barricaded with insurmountable obstacles. And now? In retrospect, it all looked absurd. If they had just given in, had just done it and worried less, they could have been together for a long time already.

Miles leaned into Alex, nuzzling his neck. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” replied Alex.

Once breakfast was done, Miles began carrying the plates and whatnots into the kitchen, giving Alex and his parents the chance to catch up. But as he stood at the sink, he noticed for the first time that something startlingly big and shockingly fancy had moved into Alex’s usually sleek and minimalistic kitchen.

A giant coffee machine. In bright red. It was even bigger than the one he had at his own place, and that one was big already. Miles put the plates away and began to inspect the big red beauty. It had everything one could wish for. High tech display, futuristic buttons and blinking lights, a very elaborate menu and two coffee cups that stood empty next to it. One read Alex and one read Miles. His heart skipped a beat.

“Got it last week,” rasped Alex as he wrapped himself around Miles from behind. His nose brushed against Miles’ cheek. “You like it?”

Miles didn’t know what to say. “I thought you hated them. You keep calling ‘em coffee monsters.”

He felt him shrug. “You love ‘em. And I’m hoping you’ll be here more often than you used to. So…got it for you. That way, you can have fancy coffee whenever you want it.”

Miles was speechless. He spun around in Alex’s embrace, cupped his face and kissed him hard. “I can’t believe you got me a coffee machine!”

Alex blushed, which made Miles smile. “It’s not like I got you a plane or something.”

“I like this one better,” hushed Miles and leaned in for another kiss. Letting his fingers slip into Alex’s hair, knowing he loved it when he played with it, Miles kept kissing him. He could easily do that for the rest of his life. Those soft little moans of pleasure were all he needed to survive. His lover’s lips were warm and pliant and giving and irresistible. Spinning them around, he grabbed Alex’s derriere and lifted him up on the counter, deepening their tantalizing kiss into something considerably more debauched.

Alex pulled his legs up, wrapping them around Miles’ middle and Miles dug his fingers deep into Alex’s thighs, towing him against himself, dying for that forever exquisite friction.

Miles’ left hand let go of Alex’s leg and reached for his button-down shirt, determinedly undoing button after button, as his lips tasted every increment of exposed skin they could find. Alex squeezed his eyes close, lost in pleasure, and he moaned Miles’ name loudly when he nipped on the delicate skin above his collar bone. “Miles…”

“Need any help?”

Miles whipped his head around, saw Penny Turner in the doorway, and briefly considered turning around. But Alex clung hard to him as he sat up, startled.

“Don’t you dare move an inch,” he warned and made sure their delicate states were not visible. “Mother. We’re a bit busy at the moment.”

Penny giggled. “I can see that.”

Miles was blushing dark red as Alex and Penny got into a fierce stare-off.

“Dear,” she said, not the least bit eager to close the door again, “your father and I will go for a walk. We should be back in half an hour.”

David appeared next to her. And blinked. “Oh. Sorry.” He immediately turned around. “Pen, let’s go!”

“A minute. What’s with the haste?” She giggled again. “Boys, like I said, we’ll be gone for half an hour.”

“AN HOUR!” shot David. “We won’t be back for an hour. Take your time! I mean…don’t…eh…oh God. Just…enjoy? Oh…this is embarrassing!”

“Very,” muttered Miles into Alex’s ear.

Alex still stared at his mother, who smirked hard. “Bye, boys. Make the most of it,” she laughed and blew them an air kiss.

When the door closed, Alex let out a deep rumbling groan. “She’s bloody enjoying this! I bet she waited behind that door, listening for that one opportunity to come in and…argh! She’s getting a kick out of watching me suffer! And you can bet your hot, sexy ass that she’ll be on the phone with your mother the second the front door closes behind them, spilling all the dirty details of us making out!”

Miles blushed even harder. “Don’t say that!”

Alex chuckled. “Oh, baby, are you embarrassed? Stop with that. I swear, the only way to make it less fun for her is to not care!”

“That won’t ever happen,” Miles declared without a shred of doubt.

Alex tenderly caressed his cheek. “Lucky for you, you look extremely sexy with that bright red blush!”

“Mock me, will you?” Miles captured his lips in a hot, quick kiss. Then something registered with him. “You find my ass sexy?”

Alex grinned hard. “Exceptionally!” His hand tugged on the front of his shirt, bringing him closer. “We should continue. There’s no way they’ll stay away for an hour!”

Miles dropped his head against Alex’s. “Can we finish in the bedroom? Just in case they do return early?”

Laughing, Alex hopped off the counter and turned Miles around, gently nudging him out and towards the bedroom. “Let’s break the bed in, then!”

And breaking it in, they did! Half an hour later, Alex and Miles lay on top of the bed, sweaty and panting, but blissfully satisfied. Miles glanced at his upper arm, let his eyes linger on the red bite mark and smirked. “My first sex injury from you!”

He felt Alex’s vibrating body against his back as he was laughing.

“Sorry for that, but…” Alex kissed Miles’ cheek. Then he licked that very spot. “It just couldn’t be helped!” His lips brushed against his skin.

Miles rolled onto his stomach, stretched out his arms and held on to the headboard as Alex aligned himself against his back. They had barely finished but all it took was a brush of lips or a tiny caress and he needed Alex all over again.

“Wanna know something dirty?”

“Always,” moaned Miles, feeling wildly satisfied and utterly starved for more at the same time. He wiggled his butt against Alex’s erection, trying to get the message across. But his partner was busy teasing the hell out of him.

Alex moved his mouth to Miles’ ear, speaking slowly, reminding Miles of cigarette smoke, smoldering and thick. “When I walked by that furniture store, I spotted another bed in the window. I liked it more. The headboard was different. Dark, solid wood. One large piece. Looked very sleek.”

Miles bit his lip as Alex’s voice echoed seductively against his skin. He writhed restlessly beneath him.

Alex let his hands travel down the lengths of Miles’ arms until they came to a halt on top of his hands. He entwined their fingers. “But as I stood right in front of the bed, taking a closer look, I realized something truly important.”

“What?” asked Miles, impatient, hoping the end of the story would mark the beginning of a greatly desired fuck.

Alex grinned as his lips brushed his cheek once more. “Keep in mind, at that point, I had yet to ask you out. But, as I was taking in the bed, I thought to myself, I can’t tie him up to it! There’s nothing to attach a tie to. So, I had to pick a different one.”

Miles glanced at the headboard and noticed that it wasn’t made of one solid piece but came with a row of wooden bars instead. Bars to be tied to. His mouth ran dry as he arched against Alex’s hard cock. There was a fantasy he couldn’t wait to participate in! But as much as that idea aroused his curiosity, at the moment Miles needed to be fucked much more than he needed to be tempted.

Another feathery kiss. Alex placed his lips against Miles’ ear. His voice low. “May I tie you up one day?”

His lust was getting the better of him. Miles moaned into the mattress, sinking his teeth into the fabric in frustration. He nodded his head shakily. “Do it, tie me up! Kiss me, lick me, touch me, suck me, do whatever the hell you want with me!” He was despairing. “But bloody fuck me already!”

“Yes, Sir!” With that, Alex slid inside.

Alex sat on the couch opposed to his mother. His legs were crossed, as were his arms, and he pinned her down with a stare. His father, always wisely at a distance, sat in the corner, reading a book. Miles watched from the doorway and bit back a chuckle. He wondered if anyone had ever told Alex that, during one of his stare-offs with his mother, they looked eerily similar.

Penny looked away first and her eyes landed on Miles. “Look at you, dear. All dressed up like that!” Penny beamed. “You even put on a tie? For us? It’s not a fancy dinner, just a bit of cake that we brought back from our stroll!”

Miles shrugged, but kept his gaze firmly locked on Alex, whose eyes were glued to the tie. When he saw him swallowing, Miles fought hard not to smirk. After Alex’s teasing from earlier had left him on the brink of insanity, Miles had decided to return the favor. “I like to dress up every now and then.” He took a seat next to Alex, placed his hand on his thigh. He felt him twitch underneath his touch. “And you never know, maybe Alex has plans for later that require a tie.”

He saw the dark shadow of ravenous hunger take hold of Alex’s bright eyes and he let his hand slid up his thigh just a tiny bit. But it was enough to make Alex jump up.

“Cake, you said? Let’s have cake. Let’s have it now!”

Penny got up, startled. “Dear, calm down. What’s going on? Are you that needy for it?”

Miles tried to mask his laughter by coughing, but Alex flashed him a harsh glare, nonetheless. He took in a deep, shaky breath as he looked at his mother. “Wait outside, mom. And dad. We’ll meet you there. Let me and Mi grab the plates and the cake, alright?”

Alex grabbed Miles’ hand and gave it a hard yank, pulling him off the couch, towards the kitchen. Once there, Miles found himself roughly pushed against the door. Alex fisted his tie and growled as he hauled his face against his own, plunging his tongue deeply into his mouth for a devastatingly intense kiss. When Alex let up, Miles gasped for air.

“Trying to kill me, are you?” Alex still held on to the tie, his fingers sliding down the silk. “Might as well walk around naked!”

Miles kissed him quick and hard before burying his nose in the crook of Alex’s shoulder. “You’re the one who filled my head with images of being tied up and…” He growled hungrily, grabbed Alex’s waist and bit his neck playfully. “It’s getting worse, Al!” More teasing. “I want you more, not less!”

“We’re getting really good at this sex thing, aren’t we?” He wrapped his arms around Miles and smiled slyly. “How long do we have until your tour continues?”

As his lips placed tender kisses against the skin he’d teased, Miles whispered, “I can stay for six more days.”

The smile on Alex’s face turned blinding. “I get to keep you for an entire week?”

Miles nodded.

“We need more lube, then.”

#the briefest kiss #milex #milex fanfic #milex fanfiction #miles kane alex turner #fanfic #fanfiction

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Allegedly Anon 2

Oct. 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Tell me , why was himself attracted to such a spindly legged bint like nutmeg. It’s like watching a Popeye cartoon with Olive Oil telling him what to do. ( comparison photos please anyone) and now has involved himself in litigation on her behalf, as if this wilting violet is such a crushed petal …… really ‘REALLY!! ‘ she’s got a skin thicker than a Rhinoceros. It’s bad timing because of the exposure of the forthcoming vid. “ OMG it’s her”. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The question is’ how far will the MOS go up the litigation hill before they settle OOC, or will they enjoy the Kabuki pantomime it will descend into? I don’t think the BRF wants a public circus in the high court of litigation ,then again I can imagine LG rubbing his hands together at the image of nutmeg swanning into court wearing a denim onesie, and reading a word salad statement prepared by SS describing her alleged trauma 😱😱😱🤣🤣🤣🤣Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 5

ALLEGEDLY ANON … is it all about archificial?????? O my ‘ a paternity suit. This is going to get quite interesting ‘ so will DNA be produced? Is archificial “ of the body ? I think their both pissed off with the truth. The SA nutmeg show was a disaster …… and for gods sake, what is Harry doing …… it’s now super Kabuki!!!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The creature from the BLUE lagoon and a few hundred itinerant yachts has set up Her father in a fait accompli regarding the leaked letter ‘ its perfectly ok for a gaggle of chums to blab about said letter , but when her own father claims misrepresentation he’s castigated on the world stage ……… vile women!!! I think LG will string her up by her pneumatic mammaries. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, once upon a time , on a yacht in an ocean far far away’ as MM ANON said its opinions ‘ if you install face recognition and then fast forward after reconstruction surgery then you can make an inspirational assumption its nutmeg, after all we have a lot of missing years and information. It’s funny how the media are V. quiet?? but then they have their own dossier on the dubious provenance of the DOS. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Oct. 8

ALLEGEDLY ANON, What’s with the coy 15 year old routine with nutmeg, this from a woman whose sucked more d*** than I’ve had popsicles , she’s got a past that would challenge Caligula, unless you’ve lived in a cave for the last 2 years everyone in the country knows what a POS this grifter is. Let’s hope the BRF gives her the big E. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 9

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Canada ‘ move to CANADA!!! What’s she going to do, go back to suits as a Parailegal? I don’t think she will go anywhere near the commonwealth. She hates the RF. She’s disliked and despised. She’s at home more in Calipornia , return to the industry she knows best. This trash has alienated herself from everything she married into. Go home stay home. She’s a classless tramp. Allegedly speculation of course.

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Oct. 10

ALLEGEDLY ANON … kartrashian said “ nutmeg is changing the world ‘ Ummmm ‘ ok , how is that then , O’ I know, by lying about your father bankrolling you upbringing, abortions , having a child, yachting, escorting, tossing salads, golf girl , hockey girl , every ones girl, black and white movies, blue movies,THAT WEDDING ‘ THAT FAKENCY, THAT BIRTH, ARCHIFICIAL, SA. BABY, ……sue the MOS. good luck!!! Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON,SS PR writes her word salad, a vacuous, empty, meaningless diatribe that’s supposed to encourage the audience that are in the unfortunate position of having to listen. PR key words written to trigger an emotional response. ENVIRONMENTAL, FEMINIST, DRIVEN, INSPIRATIONAL, SOLUTIONS , POSITION ,SPIRITUALLY POSITIVE, CONCLUSIONS, I could go on all day with her babbling bull$h!t. We see through you nutmeg!!!! Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 12

ALLEGEDLY ANON, hey skippy ‘ is nutmeg on public appearance anytime soon ‘ I’m looking forward to her facing the British MOS readers …… and the fortuitous anticipation of being booed. Unless the pubic are unlikely gracious she’s going to get a hammering. One can only hope , she’s an obnoxious toss-pot who thinks her $h!t don’t stink. Treated the BRF with utter contempt. A return to porn awaits,allegedly, speculation of course. 💩💩💩💩💩

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Pakistan Tour 14-18

October. 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HC’ 30.000 destroyed emails, never indicted …… Benghazi, and she’s got the gall to stick that yachting hooker on a pedestal!! Then slag off the BRF. YEAH RIGHT!!!! Thank goodness we have a REAL ROYAL COUPLE on an official visit with dignity and protocol at the fore- front. I’m a little pissed with colonial trash telling the British how to conduct their lives. F#@ck -em. Allegedly,speculation of course. 😤😤😤

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON , Hoping that nutmeg gets verbal distain from the British public today. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 can’t wait for anons to post.

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October. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The escort in green , himself looks so pleased to be in the company of a (what) ‘I don’t know? What’s wrong with you Harry???????????? … this is becoming beyond Kabuki. Harry plays the game for the sake of HMTQ ……… ok ‘ all roads lead to the So- Hoe. Thank god for W&K ……… a borrowed archificial on SA …… see the photos, allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON … 2/10 /19. BLIND ITEM #8

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8……OMG ‘ rhymes with Toss…… JOINTHEDOTS

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8 Oct 2nd. Read this and connect the dots. It’s not Ross ………rhymes with “late”(first name).

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Oct. 16

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Creech St Michael , has seen tinted Discovery’s heading towards the M5. In convoys. ( didn’t someone say she was hiding In Somerset. ) I’m sure there’s a nice soho sponsored hideaway deep in the rural sticks that she’s holed up in. Trouble is , there’s curiosity amongst the well heeled local pop. Allegedly, speculation of course. 👀👀 👀 👀 🕶 🕶 🕶

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Oct. 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “WHY DO THEY ALL HATE ME, IM AN HONEST DECEIVING BITCH, I HAVE AN ENGAGINGLY WARM SMILE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. “ IM HAVING A HARD TIME HERE PEOPLE, I DEMAND A LITTLE SYMPATHY!!!! “Well sympathy comes in the dictionary darling, it’s betwee $h!t and Syphilis. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 O’ please post this skippy, 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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October. 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, a focus group of 52 million British subjects would find that 78% dislike or have negative opinions about the colonial carpetbagger, 20% undecided and 2% don’t give a $h!t. Survey undertaken by the Sisters of Perpetual Retribution found that middle England and the upper classes have obnoxious contempt for the grifting bint while the working class seek the return of a happy go lucky Harry without the whining wife. All concluded that the BRF should get rid!! Speculation Allegedly.

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October. 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ She’s just existing “ !!!!!! WT(F) existence on a life funded by taxpayers supporting your multi million pound lifestyle ( one million on posh frocks) 4 million on frogcott, private helicopter , private jets , itinerant jollies to see Elton, breaks in £10.000 a night S of France villas weddings in Rome , a gruelling existence in a luxury lodge at soho estate in Somerset, RPO continually, nannies, cooks , shags on tap, ……… Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HMTQ and TBRF have collectively now ostracised the house of Sussex from their social calendar regarding functions and family events , the only contact will probably be official gatherings like Christmas and public appearance such as the Remembrance Day service which I doubt nutmeg will attend due to her being snubbed to another balcony last year. Harry has now gone public on his feud with William. Their socially screwd. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 21

IN PRAISE OF SKIPPYS BLOG , this amazing forum is the most tolerant I’ve had the privilege to post on. Thank you dear skippy for posting comments that perhaps sometimes go against ones beliefs. My utmost respect and acceptance. ‘ Your servant and respectful comrade ,ALLEGEDLY ANON.

I can’t say thank you enough…..or tell you how appreciated you all are! Thank YOU!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oct 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON:- There comes the time when one runs out of superlatives, descriptives, whatever ‘ then you want to tell everyone what you think and a silent hand goes up and you say “ no!! I can’t call her that. Well ‘ fuck it!!!! I’m going to. She is , and has always been a “Manipulative Whore.” Whore ‘ in its most blatant sense. In future Just use the acronym MW. I’ll know what you mean. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …… purple PURPLE!!! really REALLY!!! The colour of royalty, not a one bit tramp with allusions of grandeur and a sideline in self pity. One little tit-bit that crossed my mind, the use of pharmaceutical enhanced performance. This conduct induces paranoias, believe me I’v been in recovery for 35 years , it’s a hard habit to hide from , and I bet it’s prevalent, uppers, downers , twisters , benders. Mmmmmm’ interesting!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON … So !! She single handedly saved the monarchy ……… a yachting comforter who is a quid pro Quo whore saved a 1200 year institution from stagnation and decay. Some colonial carpetbagger with loose elastic grifted her a$$ into the BRF and manipulated a Prince who’s a founder member of the easily led club. EPIC !!!! and insults HMTQ last night by disgracing the colour purple.

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Oct 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON, After a year of PR disasters and faux pas nutmeg still doesn’t understand the secret of royal protocol success , simply put ,you “ quietly attract” rather than obnoxiously promote yourselves. W&K quietly grew into the hearts of The British psyche over a period of hard working years,three gorgeous children and a working royal marriage. Unlike the train wreck of this colonial whore dragged into England’s green and pleasant land. Allegedly, speculation of course. ( O’ Harry). 😔😔😢😢

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So the bitch in Burgundy deciding to vacate her street corner and attend a kitchen meeting with a few collapsible tables and a portable screen. EPIC !!! got out of the electric Audi after a screaming row with himself and went all”power girl” in leather skirt no draws and plunging tits. WOW……… single handedly changing the monarchy 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So…… ‘ what next a black top with plunging tits ,a black leather jacket and leather slacks and Harry rides her in on the back of a Bonniville 120 to attend a “ save the children “ lunch at the Savoy Hotel , I can imagine her being intimately acquainted with the Oakley chapter……… word salad and tossed salad in equal quantities. ……… YEP!!! modernising the monarchy, that’s our nutmeg. 🏍🏍🏍🏍🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …SS IS GOING TO TRY AND EMBARRASS HMTQ ON REMEMBRANCE DAY BY NEGOTIATING THE APPEARANCE OF THE HARKLES. EVEN IF NOT INVITED,THEY WILL JUST TURN UP. SHES DESPERATE TO SINGLE HANDEDLY MODERNISE THE MONARCHY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, on reflection ‘ Skippy is right, I assume the old damaged wig will be in Calipornia during RD. Our Prince will be attending in his official capacity. Maybe K and C will be on the balcony with ST. GBHMTQAOGC

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON ‘ it’s still an anathema to English subjects like myself who grew up remembering the The crowning of HMTQ IN 1952. at WA. That now you have an appendage yachting escort who a few years ago slept with anyone who would give her a leg over her social mobility. Hockey players , chicken chefs , golf pros any suckem and fuckums that crossed her akimbos. It’s a sad time for Britain. Ashley Cole ‘ you dodged a bullet. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 28

ALLEGEDLY ANON … Dear skippy, the audacity of this obnoxious creature,thinking she will be given the opportunity to speak,spout more of her vacuous word salad and send the audience into a premature coma. The royal family is in quite distain of her infantile manipulations effecting her blinkered husband. The colonial carpetbagger will soon return from whence she came to the rapturous delight of all Britain. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, the obnoxious colonial carpetbagger tells porkies!! Outrageous ,narcissistic ,self promotional, hang me out the window and beat me with the National Enquirer porkies !! Its endemic in her DNA , it’s like listening to cnn , she’s a psychopathic extolling conveyer of mendacious verbiage. I sincerely hope that this appendage that is constantly clawing at our once loved Prince retires to her origins … SOON. allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON ……… That letter had one , and only one project in mind ‘ via that carpetbaggers agenda!!! THE DESTRUCTION OF THE MONARCHY. That trashollop doesn’t want to modernise the monarchy ‘SHE WANTS TO DESTROY IT !!!!!!!!! Why do you think mostly LABOUR FEMALE MPs SIGNED IT. Duuuuuuuuur!!! Allegedly speculation of course

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Oct 31

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Since when did a colonial interloper and wife of a royal have the constitutional gall to write a letter of thanks to a sitting MP? Politics off limits!! The rumour mill is grinding away with innuendo and gossip stirring the “ royal sources” into a frenzy. I think there’s going to be quite a Sunday surprise imminent. The protocol illiteracy of nutmegs PR is embarrassing and sad ,where’s Henry 8th !! Allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON, are we supposed to be enthralled by this trash bag visiting a soho sponsored bakery with suspect hygiene. No hygiene gloves, no hand/ hair hygiene, the touching of the matted greasy wig the touching the cake, this video should be shown to the Westminster health inspectorate. No hair covering. There WORKING WITH FOOD PEOPLE ARE GOING TO EAT!!!! another PR pratfall.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON,… some hacks have their tongue so far up nutmegs @rse that rational communication just becomes a sycophantic Dickensian “ ever so ‘umble, mam”. exercise in dickie licking. Such is the passion of their wanting to be associated with the great unwashed one. ( Fame by association )… example ‘ The Telegraph puff piece. I hope Harry is going to adhere to HM. script this weekend.

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ‘MORNING NUTMEG, “ I never wanted the media spotlight “🤣🤣🤣🤣, how’s all your contradictions going about media exposure? Media executives say you BEGGED them for exposure ( begging.?………thats another word for it.) how’s our oracle on instant gratification this morning, all those trips on yachts must have had lots of moments of “ instant gratification” and let’s not forget SH and MA. …a tad wounded nutmeg? Allegedly, speculation of course 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤥

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON,……… THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL INSULTING APPEARANCE SO FAR , MILLIONS GAVE THEIR LIVES FROM AMERICA,GREAT BRITAIN AND CANADA IN BOTH WORLD WARS. …… ‘ this disrespectful tramp turned up to be recorded on film without the world wide symbol of respect for the fallen ‘ the Poppy. HMTQ must have duly noted. social ineptitude on purpose. The final insulting straw.

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Nov 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Ostracised, financially bereft, ignored and despised. An outed grifter gone rogue. This notary of Babylonian reputation and suspect sexual indulgences will allegedly grace one of the hallowed balconies of Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday. She will contaminate the great and the good patrons of the monarchy of the British public. Please feel free to booooooooo !!

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Nov 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WAS NUTMEG SCARED TO APPEAR?? This question is at the top of everyone’s agenda after reports that the colonial carpetbagger has fled her unoccupied cottage in Windsor and jumped on a private jet to LAX. The no.1 priority of slutchess disaster is to avoid being verbally castigated by the public at the RAH Saturday night tribute remembrance service. Also it saves her isolating appearance on The hallowed balcony the next day. A joyous departure for Brits. 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, RE-REMEMBRANCE FIELDS. Expect nutmeg to push ahead of H. Expect it to wear a rainbow poppy, expect her to look for the cameras, expect her stupid rictus grin, as Skippy comments,expect the unexpected. The public once again are dismayed that Camilla will accompany the colonial carpetbagger on this memorable occasion honouring the fallen. I thought it was illegal to drop trash in the hallowed fields. Expect a complete lack of protocol. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Dear Skippy The British public are a reserved but unforgiving lot when one tries deception which nutmeg has indulged in. Sooo , if the slutchess and himself appeared together without a minder they would be open to verbal ridicule …… enter stage left Camilla ‘ decorum and protocol would stifle any and all booing from the public,even though they would probably love a good Booo. We wait. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, NUTMEG to have 2nd child in USA’ FFS, well there’s already a child around according to the Golf organiser where you were a caddy escort, O’ when did you have a child in the U.K.?you mean archificial?? The surrogate dump? Surrogates in the US are ten a penny in Calipornia so a 43 year old grifting yachter won’t have a problem giving “birth” there. You can pay a Surrogate out of the 5mill. Docudrama you’re making in LA. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON … THE ROYAL PREROGATIVE. HMTQ. is the head of our 1200 year Monarchy. There was a time in antiquity when only the head of the monarchy could wear the colour PURPLE!! This is so relevant to today’s protocol and practice. Sooooo !! let’s not dilute this ageless and respectful practice. “ are you listening slutchess!! “ ONLY HMTQ …… OK’ good!! now carry on doing what you do best at Soho ho ho ho. Allegedly ,speculation of course

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Nov 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Alleged conversation between nutmeg and MA “yeah’ $h!t, tell me about it, stroking his bald f**** head, pretending to be having the best orgasm, haven’t had a decent screw since Madrid. When I come over we’ll hook with George in Malibu, get rat-@ssed , make a weekend of it, NO!! don’t call me, there f*** monitoring my phone, OK sweetie , can’t wait, bye”……… “ yes LG the conversation was recorded by one of our team in the RPO.” … “OK Tony , file under “Your Fu****d.”🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… remarks about nutmegs upper lip, all I can surmise is herpes , an old affliction resurfaced. God knows, knowing what we know about her colourful history it wouldn’t surprise me that any number of maladies would have infected her, escorting ,Yachting, So-hoing, auditioning, golf-caddying, friends of porn-stars, hockey players,……… social diseases are an occupational hazard. Allegedly, speculation of course 😷😷😷😷😷

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ you wanted to see me Gran, “ Yes Harry, about you both slipping into the royal box , protocol depicts placement Harry!! You both sit at the back for a reason, she’s not a royal, and Harry’ her dress was inappropriate for the occasion, one exposes ones cleavage on reality shows , not honouring the fallen. Now pop off to America and try to be a Little understated, remind your wife to return those earrings. They belonged to Queen Mary, remember Harry, discretion not obsession.

And here is why I don’t believe you. Harry is NOT leaving, I hardly doubt HM would be so calm…..and second…MM NEVER borrowed any jewelry from HM! That is fake! Those earrings were cheap…..only HM wears Queen Mary’s pearl earrings….MM has NEVER worn them…..this conversation NEVER happened! And another thing…….Harry would not have moved seats without permission…not that close to HM!

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ALL HAIL THE DOC. O dear sweet Kate, elegance personified!! On the balcony with HMTQ and Camilla, dressing as You always do , class and dignity. That Cossack style coat with matching (fascinator) or hat. The most photographed woman on the planet. This is protocol and the Royal Family in all its mystique. Long may it live Thank you dear Skippy for posting so many tributes to the mother of our most loved George,Charlotte and Louie. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🦄🦎🧸

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON … IMAGES OF A DESPERATE ESCORT … of all the slutty images we have seen over the last two years( too many to mention) there are thousands that her PR destroyed that would compromise her position as a wife of a member of the royal family. Is this the dossier that the DM paid a million pounds for, and the intel. that LG has onmegatramp, that face of a thousand smirks says it all “ I’m untouchable”. Where have those lips been Harry??Ughhhh !! Allegedly , speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Expect nutmeg to hook up with HRC during the next few days , mutual hugging and @ss kissing. Dorito will appear in a out of focus photo with Harry and nutmeg, a PR statement will announce another pivotal ploy that she will go to the states but may return to be at Sandringham for Christmas, or may not. All smoking mirror Kabuki for the tabloids to drool over and lay false trails. Actually nutmegs in the Caribbean soaking up the men. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ were going to LA , NOooooo were staying here!! O’ going to Sandringham then , Noooo, were gonna feed the ‘omless at shelter nr Windsor, feed them what , you know Turkey and stuffing,an Brussel sprouts an stuff!!! I’ll take archificial for the sympathy vote , look all humanitarian like’ Haz can f***off to see his gran and I’ll dump archificial on Dorito,then I’ll shlep off to So-Ho house for a quick shag with MA.… 🎼jingle bell,jingle bell,jingle bell c**k. 🎼 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, dear skippy, I know this great blog is not political but KAC just Blitzed ,Wolf Blitzer on CNN , EPIC!! …… The Queen is reported by the DE That she “drops in” on our dynamic duo because nutmeg needs “ cheering up”, and so she has a cuppa with the depression prone actress drawing on her years of experience to inject some positivity, yeah right!! 🤣🤣🤣 we all swallow that bull$h!t. Sunshine Sucks in disaster mode again!! HMTQ DROPS IN ON NUTMEG!! … WTF!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, She was pregnant? A shotgun marriage of unhappy people, a WTF wedding cake, a very hurried guest list, no pomp no carpet, only a narc would walk alone down the aisle alone with the knowledge you’ve got him by the b***. A very strange fakency, no record of actual birth date, FFS birth certificate, “ he’s changed over two weeks” , “ can we see his face.” WE ALL WITNESSED HER LIES, WE ALL SUSPECTED SOMETHING ODD. WE ALL KNEW. IF SHES HONEST , WHY THE AGGRESSIVE PR?? 🤔🤔🤔

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THIS VIDEO OF THE BUMP POPPING WHEN SHE STANDS UP. nutmeg looks very self conscious and embarrassed. ( build-up of air within the prosthetic and a rapid exhalation of compressed air. ) sounds like a “pop”. She compresses the prosthetic when she bends down and air is rapidly expelled as she stands up. POP!! Anyone still think she was REALLY pregnant??? Didn’t think so.

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Rebecca English , HRC visits nutmeg and archificial Hold up , hold up, didn’t I mention this earlier this week ……… the old hack has stolen my scoop !!!!! Can’t give out good information without it getting nicked by the DM and there desperate scribes. Remember …… YOU SAW IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So, Rebecca English writes today “EXCLUSIVE” HRC visits nutmeg, ON THE 13th , two days ago Allegedly anon writes , HRC WILL VISIT NUTMEG!! , all we can conclude is that RE gets her information on SKIPPY!!! like so many informants proclaiming scoops they see IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!! And we all know nutmeg visits here. And HMTQ god bless her. Nutmeg reads the blog and then goes up to her bedroom and cries😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HRC was reported to visit nutmeg and archificial ……… but NOT APPEARING ON COURT CIRCULAR “ Sooooo BS !! It’s all a PR push with the tabloids trying to put some lipstick on this propaganda pig. Rebecca English trying for a try, whooooops , tabloid tosh. Where are your receipts , “ well actually I haven’t any” “ I just printed the gossip” sources darling, sources !! It’s suggested that you’re a good journalist, but that’s gossip, allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE DEADLY DIARIES, O, yes the Machiavellian manipulator has a diary, ( actually she’s on her third) an intimate record of conversations, events and observations that has “ affected” the “ I’m not OK” Woke scribe over the , leading up to, wedding and disasters afterwards. And don’t let us forget all the “ pillow-talk” she’s chronicled. She’s gathered more $h!t on the royal family over the past year that defies comprehension. speculation of course. Publication imminent allegedly.

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Nov 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WELL, here’s a thing, nutmegs coercion of Harry to skip Christmas with the family seems selfish and petty, both PP&HM in their nineties need the love and support of the royal extended family, nutmeg has a younger mother and plenty of years to indulge her self-centredness. She’s not helping the damage limitation by swanning off to Malibu in her poo hat. 💩💩💩… allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The “ court of public opinion” and “trail by media” is a popular hysterical pastime, the peeps need drama , what would we do without the constant daily shower of innuendo and hearsay, gossip and third hand “quotes” from the ever sensational “Tabloids”. Headlines are contagious, insidious deformation of character is the rule of day wether true or false. I’m guilty of jumping on the bandwagon of conjecture. BUT … I suggest we all wait and see. IUPG. allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, BC logged 26 recorded trips on Epstein’s private jet. “ my friend Bill Clinton sat on that seat”,Epstein said to a pubescent jet traveller as she flew to an assignation with the paedophile Billionaire. MSM seems to have air brushed this out of the public conscience, while castigating PA , BC seems to have very powerful press Associations. S’pose nobody wants to be suicided. Allegedly, speculation of course 💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, PA has fallen on his sword, for whom?? Wellllllllllllll! …… BC and his Arkansas cabal has all the tapes, the FBI , has tapes. but, BC has “THE” tapes. Allegedly there were over 15 cctv cameras in his NY mansion. Hypothetically these tapes would hold very incriminating evidence on most guests visiting the Machiavellian mansion. Teflon bubba has complete immunity from association with young girls to murder. Unfuckingtouchable!! Allegedly speculation of course. 💰💰💰💰👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

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Nov 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg courted by Marvel Pictures, Sony, and Disney on arrival in LA. This opens to conjecture her ambitions while in negotiations with said production giants. Courting future ambitions for a return to her former occupation she is using her celebrity to get a foothold into Hollywood ?………… will PH follow??🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON … SO… Nutmeg takes down her Wikipedia post on being a “deal or no deal” hostess!!!! Trying to airbrush her dubious past. There’s an interview with a golf tournament organiser about hiring “deal or no deal girls” as “caddy’s”. She said nutmeg as married, and had a “KID” and was very popular girl with the golf pros. Mmmmm ‘ someone let the “KID” out of the bag. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON, I wonder if the cancellation of “ Breakfast in America “ has anything to do with the Epstein forthcoming revelations. Nutmegs been banging on about America’ America, for ages,suddenly it’s all off. I believe she has “history” with PA ( yachting) And with JE&GM procuring?? ( hidden years). She’s gone all incommunicado since PAs disaster interview. PA should suggest,turn up at Hamley’s with archificial buying Christmas presents. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE IS NUTMEG, not at frog cottage, she’s still smarting from being fobbed off with a “cottage” instead of a palace that she spends her time at itinerant different crash-pads in and around the Capital. Secrecy is paramount when protecting nutmeg and archificial, ………… but wait!!! Nobody has ever seen archificial, is he real???? Was he EVER REAL?? nobody knows,nobody cares anymore. Maybe Harry will shed light. Allegedly, speculation of course 🤫🤫🤫

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, with respect, the monarchy is a dignified elder statesman ruling with ageing concepts that haven’t changed for over 50 years. With it come the problems of cosseted contempt. There is redemption, W&K have the professional ability to change and add a new reality of “ we the people” to the monarchy as a young “Family”. Everywhere they go they trailblaze fresh and new examples of a monarchy for the 22nd century. LETS LET THEM!!

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Nov 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON , One thing my little birdies tell me that’s a consensus among the royal family and it’s this. Nutmegs atrocious taste in clothes. The colonial carpetbag has never sought advice from the younger well dressed royal women on he wardrobe, hence she remains the worst dressed offender in Windsor. And no amount of PR spin can correct that. So she’ll remain an assault on the visual senses for The distant future, poor us. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, POTUS /Melania will stay with the ambassador to the court of St. James and the siblings will probably stay in the same hotel as last year while in London, expect Ivanka to contact nutmeg. The banquet will be a very formal and stiff, Trump will give an address but drift off script, HMTQ will remind all of the importance of NATO. Kate will steal the show and William will endorse his king in waiting credentials. A cool evening. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg is going to choreograph her Christmas card photo because she’s jealous of Kate’s talent in photography. The Green eyed monster is alive and flourishing at frog cott. or wherever she’s sleeping these days,expect a horrifying snap of ginge&cringe with archificial at a suitably obscure location. We wait with baited indifference. 🧣🧣🧣🧣

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, MM said she’s being pitted against the DOC. ………… Ehhhhh , Nutmeg ‘ QUEENS don’t compete with hoes. The Monarchy is the privilege of few , a hoe is a hoe is a hoe. …………… yacht sluts are ten a penny, no matter hoe they married. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, back in LA and attempted the most difficult of tasks, cooking a dinner? yep’ nutmeg has decided to roast the turkey. OMG, how will she cope ‘ frantic phone calls to Cory, are the roast potatoes crispy, do I put the pigs in a blanket on an hour before the turkey has finished? are The Brussels Firm or soft ? WHAT ABOUT THE GRAVY?? yes nutmeg it’s a nightmare, and your skills are only good in one domain. Not the kitchen!! Allegedly speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🦃🦃🦃🦃

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE AGE ISSUE !!!! how old is nutmeg?? my sister is 53 and thanks to PGs wrinkle cream she looks 33. But nutmeg is “ supposedly is 38 but looks 48, her actual age is 43. Another fakency,yehhhh, good luck with that one ‘🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 wants to find another surrogate for a birth in LA. How does Harry live with this fantasising bint. , O yes ,that’s right ‘ he doesn’t !!! Hey nutmeg how’s the Turkey doing?i smell burning. 🦃🔥🔥…… Allegedly ,speculation of course.

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Nov 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, we now have video footage of a brave member of the public tackling a terrorist with a s/vest strapped to him , the police pull him clear then shoot him. Sanity is restored, don’t fuck about, just shoot the POS. BRAVA MET POLICE. lot of isis returned from Syria recently and more released from jail. They have contaminated our once beautiful city , GSTQAOBC.

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Nov 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE’S THE BABY ?? The most disturbing appearance was at the polo match when she wore the green tent. Nobody acknowledged her or the doll she carried around “RE-WATCH THE VIDEO” that was a seriously disturbed individual. ITS TIME THE PRESS RELEASES ALL THE EVIDENCE THEY HAVE IN CAMERA. How many of the public haven’t seen her barbecue ad? or the undressed maid. Better still , sex on the Jamaican balcony?? ALLEGEDLY SPECULATION OF COURSE. 🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON, DEAR SKIPPY, OUR PRIMARY PURPOSE IS THE CONVICTION OF THE COLONIAL CARPETBAGGER, I shan’t loose focus on this procedure, to expose her grifting, lies and entrapment of a Prince. The fakency, illusion of a birth, the doll months , the non appearance of Archificial, the “ soup kitchen “ thanksgiving lie, the ‘ I’m hiding in America,Canada, Calipornia lies. Actually she’s holding up with her minders in SOHOE. trying to arrange her next faux headline.

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Survey #218

“give me liberty or death. ... ah, fuck it, just give me death.”

Do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? Me. What is the nearest glass object to you? A cup. Were either of your parents baptized? I'm sure my mom was, but I have no clue about Dad. The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? No. What was the last computer game that you played? World of Warcraft. If you had to choose a new cell phone, what phone would you pick? Some sort of iPhone. I hate my Samsung. Has anyone killed one of your pets before? People have run over our cats before, but I'm certain that wasn't intentional. Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No. Are any rooms in your house themed? No. Is there a song that as soon as you hear it you are happier? At least to a degree. Do you have a push lawnmower or a riding lawnmower? We don't have one; Mom pays someone to do it. He uses a riding one, though. When was the last time someone teased you? Idr. Would you trust a vehicle that automatically parallel parks for you? Lmao could probably do it better than I could. Have you ever hit a car while parking? No, but I rarely drive anyway and never park close to others. When you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken? Burgers. When was the last time you used Microsoft Excel? No clue. What was the last thing that you recorded? I was WAY too excited the rare felhound mount dropped for me in WoW so I had to show Sara while I screamed lmao. Have you ever edited an article on Wikipedia? No. Do you like the show Futurama? I've never been into what I've seen. Have you ever found an arrow head? I don't remember ever having had. Have you given up any bad habits for someone? Don't think so. Who is with you? My cat's in the room, as is of course Venus. In what part of your life so far, have you learnt the most about yourself? 2017-2018, probably. Have you ever been in a fist fight? No. What aggravates you most about people in general? I guess if you want to put all humans together, I guess you never know what's gonna hurt who. When they have a valid reason to be hurt by it, anyway. Are your ears pierced? Twice in each lobe and then my right tragus. What did you last say out loud? Something to Teddy about wanting so much attention. Not at all in a bad way. Do you like anything about being angry? Fuck no. Did you have a summer job this year? No. Where do you wish you were? I've been dying to be at Sara's BAD LATELY MY MAN. Do you get surprises often? No, nor do I like them. I get too nervous. Name a crime you have committed? Illegally downloading things. Do you tell people when they get on your nerves? No, not normally. You're in jail… Who bails you out? Dad, most likely, taking money into account. I don't even know if he could afford bailing someone out, though. Are your feelings hurt easily? YEAH. What’s the ultimate cake topping? Just frosting. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? No. Do you ever forward or reply to chain mails? Never. Have you ever tried to make your own alcohol? Nope. If you were to join one of the armed forces, which would it be? Lol no. Have you ever been to see stand up comedy? No. Have you ever needed stitches? At least twice. Have you ever been in a submarine? No. What would you do if someone proposed to you tomorrow? I'd say no, even if it was Sara. We're not ready for that yet. Which fictional character do you wish was real? Sobs all my favorites of everything are villains and therefore shouldn't be brought to life. Uhhhh. Idk. Maybe Harry Mason from SH 'cuz the entire human population deserves a dad like that. Do you own a lava lamp? I wish. Have you ever been in a hot tub or sauna? Yes to hot tub, but you couldn't pay me to set foot in a sauna. Have you ever had chicken pox? No. Do you believe there used to be dragons? No. We would've found fossil evidence by now, I think. Who’s your favorite god from ancient history? Man, idk. I love mythology. But memory is pretty faint though so I don't remember what most did/what they stand for. What was the last present you received? Uhhhh I'm not sure. Could you go out with someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. I am not being a mother figure for anyone. What was your first alcoholic drink? Hard lemonade. What was your first detention for? I've only ever had detention for excessive tardies. Did you ever have a treehouse as a kid? No. Have you ever appeared on YouTube? EW LET'S FORGET THAT. Have you ever been on radio? No. Do you like your own name? I do. Could you ever have an affair with a married person? Fuck no. Could you ever split up a couple for one reason or another? I mean I'd urge one to leave the other if they were abusive or not really in love or something like that. I wouldn't out of my own interests. Which celebrity do you find the most annoying? The Paul brothers are fucking obnoxious trash. Is there anyone you work with that you don’t get along with? Why? N/A Have you ever been romantically interested in a coworker? No. Have you ever been romantically involved with a coworker? No. What is the game you’re currently playing most often on your phone? None. Do you have an opinion on adopting/purchasing a pet? Adopt. I understand the temptation of wanting a certain breed of pet, but you've gotta think beyond your desires here. There are so, so, SO many homeless cats and dogs especially that need homes. When was the last time you climbed a tree? Never, I believe. Why were you last pulled over? I never have been, thank GOD. Do you have any friends that own a private lake? I can just about guarantee no. Are you cool with swimming in a lake? It would depend on the lake. Do you have a drone? No. Do you have any t-shirts from any local businesses? No. Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? Only Mark's and his friends'. Do you know anyone who’s had their own podcast? I don't think so. Where were you the last time you stayed in a hotel? The beach. Do you know anyone who is freaked out by cats? No. What kind of music do your parents listen to? Mom loves (classic) metal and rock like me, but she also enjoys Christian music. Dad likes rock and classic metal/rock. What do you do when you can’t escape thoughts of your ex? I mean, I'm a bad person to ask, because my PTSD is tied to my ex. My case is far more extreme. All you really can do is try to do things to distract yourself. What do you think about indoor pets? Love 'em. How it should be most of the time for most animals. Would you agree that love is blind? Very. Did your first real significant other change you at all? Yes. Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? I don't think so, if I was to ever be in that situation with a man again. How many schools have you been to? Five, but I'm about to start my sixth. Do any songs give you goosebumps? I get goosebumps very, VERY easily when it comes to music. I don't even have to really like the song. What do you think about divorce? Sadly necessary in extreme cases. What’s your favorite way to eat peanut butter? In a Reese's lol. Do you still watch any cartoons meant for kids? I don't watch TV now, but if I was still into watching shows, I'd totally still follow Pokemon. What’s your favorite kind of cereal? Man, idk. Maybe Cinnamon Toast Crunch. What were you doing the last time you were on a roof? Just sitting up there. Do you have any stickers on your car? Mom has I think one? Have you ever given someone flowers? I'll always remember this one Mother's Day where I went down our old path with my sister and friend and we picked up SO many flowers to put in a glass cup as a bouquet for Mom. So yeah. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Do you listen to Nirvana? I don't usually search them out, but they're on my iPod, and I won't generally skip 'em if a Nirvana song comes along. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I hate seeing animals in pain and/or dying. Are you easily scared by horror movies? Not at all. How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? I've never been pulled over. When was the last time you drank out of a champagne glass? I've no idea. Do you enjoy plane journeys, if you’ve ever been on one? If we're just talking the ride and not the process leading up to it, and so long I've the window seat, yeah, they're fine. What’s the last movie you’ve seen in theaters and can honestly say you enjoyed? I adored the live action TLK, truly and thoroughly. I didn't at all get the hate. Like I know a common criticism is they took the realism too far (they were lacking in expression), but I liked that, honestly. It made it feel all the more real. I mean honestly, I possibly liked it more than the animated (save for the "Be Prepared" singing), and that movie is sacred to me. Have you ever seen your father cry? I've only seen him tear up like once in my life. How would your parents react if you got pregnant? They'd be confused as fuck because I'm the polar opposite of promiscuous, monogamous, advise that to only happen after marriage, and am with a girl. If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? It's going great. We're just ready to no longer be long-distance. How big is your bed? Queen-sized. Do you believe the Holocaust happened? No??????????? fucking????????????????? shit??????????????????????????????? Ever spent any time on a military base? No. Have you ever tried putting black pepper on mac ‘n’ cheese? (It’s good!) Yes, delicious. Has a wild animal ever been loose in your house? Not our current house. We lived in the woods beforehand, and we did have mild mice problems in the winter. Have you ever felt a temperature below 0? No. Have you ever seen a volcano? Not in person. Are you a fan of Janis Joplin? I've actually never really listened to her. Have you ever mowed the lawn (even a little bit)? No. What’s the closest river to you? The Tar River. Don't mind sharing considering it's ginormous. Who were the last 3 males you talked to? My nephew, his dad, then my own dad. What was the last form of communication you used to speak to your best friend? (e.g. text message, phone call) Text. What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? Uhhhh I think some kind of white wine? Did you like it? Not in the slightest. What’s your favorite feature of the person you’re currently interested in? She has the cutest random little freckle on her hip. Do you remember the first CD you ever bought? I believe the first I personally wanted and got was the Swan Songs album by Hollywood Undead. Where is your favorite place to get fries? You have NOT lived until you've eaten Bojangle's fries. They have a special seasoning that is absolutely spectacular. The Bojangle's experience is so important that it's the first place we went when Sara first came here lmao. Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? Don't believe so. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? No. What is your favorite gaming console? PS2, always. What was the last major city you visited? Chicago. I mean, or Raleigh, if you count it as a "major" one. How many romantic relationships have you been in so far? I only really consider Jason and Sara as "romantic" relationships. Have you ever used a leaf blower? No. What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? The shift from child to young adult. Hormones make the experience so, so much more difficult than it needs to be. What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? Red. They're usually the most crisp. If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? It'd either be Mom or Sara, definitely. I can't really say without being in that moment, idk. Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? Fuck no. I've only ever done it once and never will again, even though the one occasion went fine. Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? Myself lmao. What color skin does the last person you danced with have? White. Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. What is the worst name a friend has ever called you? Do you remember? I can promise you one has most certainly called me a bitch or worse. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? At the start of high school, I remember I'd sometimes daydream about being a guitarist, but it was never something I like, actively craved. Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one? *blinks* Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? December of last year. Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? If I'm at Sara's. Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier? NO. I'm much unlike I used to be in that I prefer brightness. It actually does affect my mood; I recommend to aaaaanybody who suffers from depression to stay in a bright room. I used to live in the dark as well, and I promise, it makes a difference. Have you ever learned any self-defense? If not, would you be interested in learning? No, and yes, especially with how incredibly paranoid I am. Do you like Gushers? Yaaaaas hunty. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. When was the last time you felt like you didn’t have anything to worry about? LOL HUH??????? NO WORRIES??????? How old was the last child that you spoke to? Three. What is the name of the last perfume you put on? "Crazy Lady." That perfume is years upon YEARS old. It was a birthday present from Summer, and seeing as I barely ever wear perfume, it's still in my room. Expired, I'm sure, lol. Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No. Have your parents ever forgotten your birthday? No. Do you like your orange juice with lots or no pulp? NONONONONONONO. I absolutely will not drink orange juice with pulp. Did the Spanish classes have an “El Dia de Los Muertos” (Day of the Dead) fiesta at school? I think so? How long have you had the hairbrush you are currently using? I use a comb now that we've had actually forever. What projects are you doing now for school? I'm not in school, not quite yet anyway. :') Do you know what durian is? Do you like it? No. I would never try it. What’s the most number of comments you have on a Facebook picture? What is the picture of? I don't know, and I don't plan on looking. Most likely some selfie. Do you like coconut flavored things? NO. Coconut is disgusting. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? I don't think so, and I truly hope not... How often do you get a fever? Like, never. What kind of laundry basket do you use? It's just a plain, white, plastic one. As a child, did you ever have a clown or a magician at your birthday parties? I actually believe I had both. I know I had a pair of clowns once, and with how into magic I was, I would expect I've had had one. Do you have a permit or license? I have my permit. It's more than due time I work more towards my license... List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. I think the only one is PetSmart. Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? No, because I was never that childish. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? My favorite! Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Most likely Pink Sands Beach in the Bahamas, but honestly I'm terrified of the Bermuda Triangle, so that's unlikely, lmao. That black sand beach in Hawaii, however, will do. Are all nighters something you have grown used to? BIIIIIIITCH I've outgrown that shit. I'm rarely up past 10 at the latest these days. Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? Anything, no. Smoothies or slushies? Slushies. Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? Nooooooo. Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? I once volunteered at PetSmart during an adoption event, giving the cats and dogs attention while people visited. I absolutely fell in LOVE with a dog there that I begged Mom to get, and she came pretty close. I cried leaving, ha ha... Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? No. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Um, Ozzy????? Duh??????? My Dad???????? Is great?????????????? If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? And here you have it, the stupidest question I've seen on a survey. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yeah. Could you handle living with a male roommate? No, with how afraid I am of men. It'd only work if it was with a long-time bf. Have you spoken to your mother today? Father? For once, both. Do you live by yourself? No. Do you shower every day? No, it's unhealthy and I don't find every day necessary. Especially when you live my hermit life. Is English your native language? Yes. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? N/A Do you watch PewDiePie? Very, very rarely. I'm not that into his content anymore, and his humor changed from more original to heavily meme-ish. Are you married? No. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but totally not apposed. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? Yeah, some. Do you salt your popcorn? Sadly. Do you like McDonalds? Don't even try to bullshit, you don't mind McD's. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No. It's a cool series though, and I enjoy watching LPs of it. Do you like horror movies? YESSSSSS my favorite. Is your favorite animal a dog? No. Do you like chicken nuggets? mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What color is the ceiling in the room? White. Do you like religion? It's interesting, but has done a shitload of evil. However, it has also made wonderful people. It depends on how you use it. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yeah. Can you twerk? Idk and idc. Do you like dabbing? It looks remarkably stupid/like you're sneezing into your elbow. Do you like fishing? I do, but I've stopped doing it. I feel too bad for the fish. Do you like sleeping? Oh fuck yeah. What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? Fucking disgusting, whether in book or movie format. Do you swear in front of children? No. Which Pirates of the Caribbean do you like the most? Never watched 'em. What do you think of Rob Zombie? I enjoy a lot of his music. How far out of your age bracket would you date? Once you hit 10 years, it's a no for me. Have you ever had an STD? No. Is the area you live in more liberal or conservative? I live in the South. Take a wild guess. Have you picked out flower petals, saying, ‘He loves me, he loves me not?' No. Do you like to pace? It's not that I "like" to, it's just a habit. What’s the greatest thing about science? Learning about the world around us. Discovering how life works. Does it annoy you when people dumb themselves down to be cool? It's not "annoying," it's just stupid. Intelligence is cool. What’s a song you like from the genre you hate? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw is a heavy exception. I adore that song. Are your parents divorced? Yeah, they separated when I was like, 16-17. Who was your first friend? Brianna. Have you ever been to Germany? Hell, I wish. What do you hear right now? I'm currently obsessed with "Brand New Numb" by Motionless In White. Have you ever been ice skating? No. Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? No. Would you consider yourself a shy person? I am one of the shyest people you will ever meet in your life. Do you like techno? Yeah, actually. I've really gotten into electronic music. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Two. Can you whistle? No. My lip ring is probably what makes me unable to anymore. How many X-rays have you had in the last 2 years? Three. One of my knees, then over the course of two years, I believe two for my teeth at the dentist. Are you on good terms with your last ex? Yeah. Do you own an Xbox? No. Favorite Snapchat filter? I've never used Snapchat before. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. What’s the worst thing you have ever done? Depends on how you mean "worst." Most damaging to me, let myself turn Jason into a god in my head and nearly kill myself for it. As far as most immoral, probably be partially responsible for why my former best friend and her bf broke up because he wound up liking me because I was a dumb 12 y/o. What's your favorite candle scent? Probably coffee or cinnamon rolls. Do you take any medications daily? Yeah. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) An annoying combo. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) A small one. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Yes, I hate my last name. Last person you called? Mom. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? I don't like sprinkles at all. The texture ruins treats. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Mom, I'm sure. Do you think vlogging in public is scary? I wouldn't say "scary," just incredibly awkward. You'd never see me do it. Would you want to be in a collab channel on YouTube? I don't even want to risk popularity, so no. Do you watch any collab channels? Which ones? Game Grumps and Sam & Colby, mainly. What colors have you dyed your hair, if any? Black, purple, and red. What is your gender and sexual orientation? Female and bisexual. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, but they seem REALLY fun. Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? Yeah, many times for dance. It was really neither for me. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. Have you tried the Beyond or Impossible burger? Thoughts? No, but I want to, especially as I plan on returning to vegetarianism at one point. When was the last time you ate your all-time favorite candy? Oh wow, months. When was the last time you made friends with old enemies? Some time last year, Rachel and I reconnected. She's cool as hell now. When was the last time you took time to pray? It's been a long time. I don't believe it does anything. What is a movie that you heard about recently that you do NOT want to see? Is that "Cats" movie real or was the trailer a fever dream???? What do you do during long trips in the car? I just blare music. Best kind of music to dance to? And the worst kind of music to dance to? I really love "different" songs that warrant a modern sort of dance style. It was my favorite when I took dance, and it's by far my favorite to watch. Worst, I guess like, screamo. How would you dance???? Last candy you tried that you did not enjoy? Or one that you did enjoy? Oh my god. So I tried that new Reese's doughnut from Krispy Kreme today, and it. Was. Repulsive. A candy I actually liked, idk. I rarely ever have treats anymore. Were you a chubby or thin baby? I was normal. Have you ever not given a tip at a restaurant? Why didn’t you? N/A, y'all know my money situation. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve considered doing lately? Okay, I'll admit I at least briefly pondered the possibility of getting a nipple pierced after an eternity of saying I never would lmao. I'm not, tho. Have you ever known somebody who ran away? Most likely. What are your thoughts on Batman? I think it's cool he has that policy of never killing anyone, and he also doesn't have any actual powers, does he? I don't remember. The whole Batman universe (or comics for that matter) is one I don't really connect to anymore, as it was Jason's obsession, so it's a dangerous topic for me. When I say Dr. Seuss, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Green Eggs and Ham. I loooved that book as a kid. Rollercoasters that go upside down… yes please or no thank you? Hell to the motherfuckin no thanks. Is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to? Grocery stores. What was the last animal/pet that you met? There was a BEAUTIFUL standard poodle Mom and I briefly interacted with at the pet store a week or so back. Is there something in particular you always seem to forget? Straighten the shower curtain after I get out so it dries properly. When was the last time you had to wait in line for longer than a few minutes? *shrugs* Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last board game you played? I think it was all the way back when Sara, Girt, and I played Scrabble.

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starburstonlayaway · 5 years

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for @elizabroadwaytrash and i

Current word count :

40,813

Basic summary:

Tyler and Ethan’s family goes through a lot of changes following their marriage. They lose people, take others in, and new journeys are ventured on every day, no matter how scary or exciting.

Title? WIP? Alternate titles?

“Leave a Message.”

Yes, it is a work-in-progress.

I don’t believe we had any alternative titles, and if we did, I do not recall them.

Favorite character and how they are introduced:

Tyler. He’s introduced at the beginning of the first chapter, seen before anyone else.

Favorite ship:

Rose/Victor! I haven’t gotten to writing their relationship and build-up, but from our plans and how we’ve designed Victor’s character to be, I’m excited.

MC’s biggest mistake:

Rose is probably more of an MC than the others, despite it being a Tyler/Ethan fanfic.

Her biggest mistake was probably refusing to give up on Carter. While he was her boyfriend, his actions toward her (and later, Jazzy) were unacceptable after she came out to him. She isn’t to blame at all, but it’s definitely the thing she regrets most.

Inspiration:

A webcomic on Webtoon called “Always Human.” The comic explores the events happening to the girls Sunati and Austen throughout the course of their relationship. Beautiful art, realistic problems (despite being set in a futuristic utopian society), representation, and well-written romance. I wanted to incorporate these factors into LaM to make it similar to a story I enjoyed very much that left an influence on me.

Underrated character appreciation:

Jazzy! Rose’s best friend. Even in the separate story where she’s one of the main set of characters, she’s still very overlooked. She’s very upbeat and friendly, with lots of knowledge on wlw pop culture and history!

A few favorite dialogues:

“I’m ready, but we’re not in a rush or anything.” “Of course we’re in a rush, you slut! The sooner you guys get married, the sooner you have kids, and the sooner I’m an uncle!“ “Aren’t you occupied enough as it is? If you’re so involved in the idea of having a family, then why haven’t you and Jack had any kids of your own yet?“ “Don’t roast us like this.”

(spoken angrily) “Hey, Mister, that’s my soup!”

“That’s Amy! She’s probably Chica and Henry’s favorite out of all of us, but WE SHOULD REALLY SHARE CUSTODY OF HENRY.”

“Uh, I like to read, mostly, but watching older cartoons is also fun.” “Ooh. What cartoons do you like?” “My current favorite is Adventure Time!” “Adventure Time is considered an older cartoon now?” “Guess so.” “Damn, we’re getting old.” “We’re already old, dude.” “Thanks I feel worse.”

“What kind of cancer is it again?” “Leukemia.” “The survival chances of that aren’t terrible.” “Wow. Thanks.”

“You punched Jazzy?! You fucking punched Jazzy?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why would you punch someone for standing up to you when you were the one being a dick?!” “She wouldn’t get out of my face—” “I don’t wanna hear that bullshit! Carter, you can hurt me all you fucking want and I won’t care, but you’ve crossed the fucking line. Jazzy is the only person that’s been nice to me all year. She’s supported me and loved me no matter what, something you never fucking did!” “What the hell are you—” “We’re done, Carter! I never want to see your ugly transphobic douchebag ass again!”

MC moodboard:

N/A

MC’s fondest memory:

Probably when she was adopted. It was the most exciting day of her life, and lead down a journey of self-discovery.

In close second is the day she became friends with Jazzy. She was there for her when she needed her most.

Songs that remind of LaM or the characters:

“What About Us” by P!nk, probably definitely because it’s the song I used for Tyler and Ethan’s first dance.

“Leave a Message” by gnash, the song I named the book after! This one doesn’t need much of an explanation.

“Party Tattoos” by dodie. I plan to use this song in the closing chapter, sung by Rose.

Enjoy torturing the characters?

Not really, but I do it anyway. Good for character development, which there’s a lot of. But I don’t enjoy it, no. I love the characters in this book like my cat and dogs: with all my heart.

MC’s biggest fear:

Being unaccepted. This fear makes itself evident after what happens with Carter. Her mother’s reaction enforces this more.

Goals:

To finish LaM by the end of sophomore year, editing and all.

To be proud of the finished product.

To use this book as a reminder that I can do it. I can write.

Characters’ secret talents:

Ethan, despite not playing for many, many years, still excels at playing the ukulele. This becomes not so much of a secret later on in the book.

Rose is surprisingly good at tic-tac-toe. Not necessarily a talent, but definitely something she’d want you to note.

Turned into a media? Cast?

Seeing as LaM is a piece of fanwork, I don’t believe I would turn it into a media.

If it was to be a media, however, along with Tyler Scheid and Ethan Nestor to play Tyler and Ethan, as well as Mark Fischbach, Amy Nelson, and Kathryn Knutsen to play their friends, a few choices I would make would be to cast Janet Mock as adult Rose Scheid and Elliot Fletcher as adult Adrian Garcia.

MC’s basic morals and general beliefs:

Rose’s number one moral is to never make someone feel shut out. Having been rejected (as well as accepted) many times in her life, she knows that she never wants anyone to feel like that, and makes an effort to be the reason.

How MC found out the tooth fairy doesn’t exist:

She never really believed in it, to begin with.

Best name:

Jasmine “Jazzy” Hinojosa-Mills.

Least favorite OC:

Carter. Abusive transphobic asshat that left Rose with lots of insecurities and trauma for years to come.

Snippet:

Mark really had gone all out with making the altar just like Tyler had wanted it to look. The arch was made out of ebony wood that had been painted white with golden accents. Flowery vines were twirled all around the wood, the flowers colors of black, grey, purple, and blue. The chairs surrounding the aisle were all made of the same wood as the arch, the cushions blue and grey. Both Ethan and Tyler’s family alike filled those chairs, chattering away with one another. Tyler quickly scanned the side filled with Ethan’s relatives, and wasn’t surprised to see Ethan’s aunt and uncle were not present. He hoped to god that Ethan wouldn’t notice. The guests quieted down and turned their heads to look at Tyler, and he felt put on the spot. Most of the guests smiled at him, others clapped quietly. He could see that two people in particular were both smiling and clapping. Seeing Jack and Kathryn so supportive of him was majorly comforting to Tyler. He exhaled, and glanced at Mark behind him. Mark was already smiling, and nudged his head towards the arch. Tyler walked down the aisle and received praise from just about everyone sat in chairs. He high-fived Jack on his way to his place next to the officiant. The lady smiled at him, and he returned the gesture. She opened her book as Mark took his place next to Tyler, gazing over his friend’s tux and wiping off some dust quickly. Mark gave Tyler a thumbs-up, and Tyler couldn’t stop smiling. Now that he was actually out in front of the guests and standing where he was meant to be, his nerves relaxed. In fact, every thought he’d ever had in doubt of this marriage before that moment vanished, as soon as Ethan walked out.

WIP representation:

LGBT

Tyler/Ethan

Rose is trans

Jazzy is pansexual with two moms

Adrian is trans with two moms

Marcus has two dads

POC

Rose and her mother are black

Adrian and his mama are Mexican

Disabilities

Marcus has leukemia (cancer of the white blood cells)

Standalone or part of a series?

Standalone. Although I suppose you could call it a spinoff of one of our other works, the reader does not need to read that series to understand this story.

Biggest character development:

Definitely Rose. Seeing as the story follows the changes through most of her life, there’s a big difference in her character comparing the first chapter she is introduced to the closing chapter, where she takes center stage.

People who know of the WIP:

My co-writer, Caroline. Though I’ve done most of the writing, Caroline and I brought the idea for this story to life together, creating a unique cast of characters such as Jazzy, Rose, Adrian, Marcus, their families, Victor, Rose’s mother Aaliyah, and Ethan’s uncle Zane. Without her, the story would not have been written in the first place.

The lovely readers on AO3. I’ve uploaded chapters of the WIP onto there, updating at least once a month. It feels good to be putting some of my work out there for other people instead of just keeping such a joy all to myself. Of course, this is just a personal opinion.

Characters’ annoying habits:

Jazzy’s very short-tempered. Make one wrong move, anyone could get shouted at, lectured, maybe even a blow to the face.

Marcus feels a lot of self-pity and spite. He wishes his parents wouldn’t baby him so much just because he has cancer. This, later on, leads to him participating in multiple illegal activities to antagonize them.

Adrian grows to be more selfish as he gets older, even going out of his way to go into the military and disappear from Rose’s life out of the blue one day without telling her. He later regrets this.

Rose has plenty of autophobia to go around. After her mother gave her up to the orphanage at a young age and Carter’s abuse towards her in her late middle school years, followed by Adrian’s sudden leave after high school, she always fears being alone or abandoned by the people she cares about.

Tyler and Ethan both never seem to recover from the grief of their first child’s loss. This makes them closed off to people who ask about the incident, and could sometimes bring them back to their depressive state.

Very last three lines (with context):

“Unsure was she on how to approach this. She’d felt it since that first night she met him, but it’d grown more and more out of hand since. They’d also became closer as friends, even now sometimes hanging out without the needed assistance of Marcus and Jazzy by their sides to ease the tension.”

Context: Rose had just come to the conclusion she had a crush on Adrian.

Characters: Based off IRL people(through looks, personality, or habits)?

Tyler, Ethan, Amy, Kathryn, Mark, Jack, Chica, Henry, and all of the parents in the story are based off IRL influencers. The characters have only been switched and changed a bit, as well as the relationships, of course, to fit the story.

Impossible friendship:

Carter and Jazzy. Don’t really need to explain it if you’ve read the work. They hate each other’s guts more than anyone, and they could never kiss and make up. As characters, they aren’t the types to do that at all, especially with each other.

Am I proud?

Yes. Leave a Message has been my most dedicated piece of work so far, and I’d say I’m well on my way to reaching my personally-set deadline next year if I keep it at the rate I’m going. Not to mention the characters and plotlines are exciting and realistic, in my own opinion. There’s still a lot left to be written, but I’ve got everything planned out. I don’t plan on stopping until I’m finished with it.

#i mainly just posted this instead of keeping it in my drafts for Caroline to see #delete later lol

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