#omg them sleeping in bunk beds the next summer

[softgreensakura]

Dream documentation dump

*because today I had one that was easily S tier and then realised I don’t document my dreams enough.

Pictures included to help with visualisation :) -------------

1) Dream of 27/4/21

Featured Characters: Cure Grace, Cure Summer (Pretty Cure), Chicken Little’s dad (the Disney movie Chicken Little), Lunette Agnarsson (Original Character), Masa Shimamoto (Meta Runner), Pelly, Phyllis, Copper, Booker, Blathers (Animal Crossing).

Parts: 2. __________________________________-

Part 1 (The Gaming Setup) -- Cures Grace and Summer lived with unknown parents in a house, and they were sisters. Cure Summer wanted a gaming setup, but the father of this house didn't have Dad Building Skills, so Cure Grace called Chicken Little’s dad, who did know how to build stuff.

He came over and built a cool desk thing in the garden where there was space, but he knew nothing about the gaming part! So he called Lunette, who was in the supermarket.

Because Lunette is tall af, she saw Masa in the next aisle and was like “yep, that’s your tech guy.” She waved at him, which annoyed him because he is Edgy and Lunette is Loud and Annoying.

Now Lunette (wearing a high vis jacket and sunglasses over her glasses) and Masa were in the garden and Masa built the computers and shit. Lunette did nothing except play the role of director.

The girls had their gaming setup now, and everybody liked that.

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Part 2 (Animal Crossing Secrets) -- In this dream, the bedrooms of the Pelican sisters were revealed. They shared a living space, but their rooms were divided into different parts of the space and they both had unique themes. The furniture inside their rooms was rare and only obtainable by a gacha system.

Then Blathers and his museum were seen. I do not remember what the dogs did. I just know they were there. ___________________________________________END

2) Dream of 16/5/22

Featured Characters: Laurent (Fire Emblem), Steve, Alex (Minecraft), Me, Duchess (my dog), Original Dream Character.

Parts: 1. __________________________________ Panda Girl Protection Team -- There was an evil organisation with 12 devastatingly powerful team members and a boss. They were all aware of a 13th, greater power and they wanted to use her. Their only problem? This girl is a pacifist, and she has a protection squad. She has brown hair and a panda themed bag so I’ll call her panda girl.

The protection squad have a big mission tomorrow, so they sleep on their weird ass triple bunk bed/wardrobe thing. The Minecraft folk have the middle bunk. And me, Duchess and Laurent (omg! fan moment right there!) have to share the top bunk. It’s cramped but Duchess is warm and cuddly.

Morning comes and we have to wear disguises to do some power testing stuff with the pacifist panda girl. I wanna wear cute clothes. Laurent says no. We have to wear blue mormon clothes. Meanwhile Duchess wiggles.

We do some stuff with the girl and then the dream ends. Duchess loves everyone!!! ___________________________________________END

3) Dream of 20/10/22

Featured Characters: Steve (Minecraft), Wallace (Wallace and Gromit, Serena, Calem, Professor Sycamore, Diantha, Guzma (Pokemon).

Parts: 2 ___________

Part 1 (The weird Roblox game) -- This dream was set in some sort of Roblox game where you kill other players by jumping on them, and you grow in size the more you kill. Also if you kill someone large you grow a lot, but if you get jumped on, you lose all your progress and you have to start again.

The main player base was young mean girls with their Pinterest aesthetic avatars. A toxic playerbase indeed. 

Wallace joined and after a few failed attempts, he got quite good. Like, top 3 good. The nice people of the server rejoiced, but the toxic players did not like that. So they lured him to a shed and put superglue on his neck. For some reason this killed him.

Also there was parkour high in the sky and Steve died after falling from a high place.

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Part 2 (The S-Tier Open World Pokemon Game) -- Now this dream is the reason I’m making this post in the first place~

Anyway. As the title says, this was the best open world Pokemon game EVER! Basically, you had 2 characters that you could switch out at any time (each with their own pokemon), and you controlled a primary character while the secondary one followed, and you could switch their roles at any time.

At the start of the game, you got to choose your first primary character (the first secondary one would be chosen as you played the game and found character changing areas). The choices were all the game protagonists. I don’t recall who I picked, but it seems my cursed blorbo Calem was the lead, so uhh. yeah.

Anyway, once that was done, you basically had free exploration across the entire world of pokemon, as well as game-exclusive locations. The starting island was a new minor region, with “more flowers and colours than any of the other regions”. Swimming, climbing, fighting: just any and all world interaction was possible here. 

So we (I was playing the game), ended up swimming to Sinnoh, which had an exclusive little Alola hangout and a Hisui town replica. Here, Guzma was added to the team. But then I saw a secret character exclusively accessible from the Hisui replica, so I temporarily made him my main to..  beat people up. That was a thing you could do in this game. And also Fire Emblem Fate’s silly armour break thing happened when you did a lot of damage. Nothing nasty or illegal because it was pokemon and I sure as hell do not want to see that in my game or dream. It was more like an outfit alteration thing, where they would lose something, but then when their current outfit was damaged enough, they would magically wear a new one. That was one way to change the appearances of everyone.

Guzma wore the Hisui survey corps uniform for a bit, before being shuffled back to his original swag attire. Then he went to a chicken shop.

The aforementioned character changing areas were mostly found on bridges, and they had pictures of the four possible characters you could switch to there. From the Alola/Hisui area, I switched back to the blorbo, while also switching my secondary to Serena. 

Another thing about the outfit rotation/breaking thing was that different outfits appeared depending on who induced the change. So the Hisui exlusive guy made playable characters wear clothes from Legends: Arceus, while Guzma would make characters wear punk attire (why it wasn’t street swag was beyond me).

Uhh the Kalos duo then swam to Diantha’s wine factory, where Calem stole Professor Sycamore’s prized wine and then they swam to Lumiose City which looked SWAG in the dream. Everywhere looked like it had perfect GTA level of detail! 

I did some more outfit shuffling and some exploring (admiring the graphics and imagining how cool the other regions would look). Serena had lovely chic outfits while Calem mostly had shitty loungewear. BRUH. Then angry Diantha and Sycamore came and they wanted the wine back. Serena minded her own business while I had to make Calem outrun the police. He became an outlaw lmao.

Anyway that dream was so good I didn't want to wake up, but I did wonder: where were the Pokemon? I’m sure if this were a real game, they would be very useful in exploring and battling. And I would LOVE to visit Hoenn and explore as Steven and Wallace :)) As Champion/Gym Leader, their battles and encounters would be very interesting.

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Anyway that's all the dreams I wanted to share enjoy the summaries and images. I did not draw because that would take all year.

#softgreendreams #dream documentation #if you listen to the rainbow bunchie music while reading this you will get a really accurate picture in your head :) #I love when laurent appears in my dreams

[thejilyship]

Taking the Lead

For @jilychallenge August 2021 Theme: Summer Prompt: "I saw you staring and so decided to try to put on my suncream ~sensually~ but omg the lid just popped off and the whole bottle came out stOP grinning oMG" @thejilyship v @sirenicc I did not think I was going to get this done! Also it's fem!jily. No one should be surprised at this point.

WC: 3.5k AO3

A leadership camp was the absolute last place that Jamie wanted to spend any part of her summer. She and Sirius had made plans to go white water rafting, concert hoping, castle hiking, dive bar hunting and he’d even promised to attend a total of four sperate ballets with her. She did not have time to spend a week in the middle of the Scottish hills singing camp songs with a bunch of people that she didn’t know.

She didn’t need a leadership camp. She was, as almost every single one of her teachers and professors had said, a natural born leader. Some of her teachers had said this with admiration coloring their tone, and others had said it in a ‘your daughter really needs to stop getting the entire class to break into song in the middle of third period’ kind of way, but either way, they had all been in agreement.

She took the bus to camp so she would be less inclined to run off in the middle of it, and she went to the main building to sign in, which she was informed would be hence forth called ‘command center.’ She refrained from rolling her eyes.

She accepted her key and went off to find her dorm with her yellow duffle bag resting on her hip. Since they were all adults, they weren’t making them sleep in groups of twenty or so, and were instead grouped into fours. Jamie’s cabin was number five, which was her lucky number, and so far the only good omen she had gotten from this place.

She knocked before she pushed the cabin door open. Two of her three bunkmates were already there, setting up their beds. A redhead with striking green eyes and a petite brunette with springy hair and a gorgeous smattering of freckles. Jamie smiled at the two of them and they smiled back.

“Hey! My name is Lily,” The redhead held out her hand, bold and assertive. Jamie didn’t think she was in much need of a leadership camp either. “This here is my best friend, Mary.”

“Lily and Mary, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m Jamie.” She pulled her duffle off her shoulder and claimed the open bottom bunk. “Are you best mates in the camp sense, or have you met before today?”

Mary laughed, “Best friends since we were eleven. I dragged Lily along to this camp because I’m incapable of leaving home without her.”

“And it sounded like fun!” Lily added, looking back at her curly haired friend. “Did you know that this camp has a ropes course?” She asked, turning back to Jamie.

“A rope course? And that sounds like fun to you?”

“Of course, it does!”

“Wait until we’re actually on the ropes course,” Mary chuckled, “Lily is afraid of heights.” She tilted her head toward Jamie and raised her brows.

“I’m not afraid of heights,” Lily argued. “I simply… do not… like them.”

“Right.” Mary laughed.

Rooming with best friends might not be the best case scenario, as they already had someone to pair off with for all the group activities they were bound to do over the next week. They had a fourth roommate yet, so Jamie would reserve her pessimistic judgment until then. In the meantime, Lily and Mary seemed like nice people who she could eat meals with if nothing else.

“There’s also a lake,” Lily apparently still found the need to explain why she thought this camp would be fun. “And the weather is supposed to be brilliant this week. Sunny and warm!”

“I’m here for the seminars and workshops, not for the lake.” Mary said.

“You can be here for both.” Lily shrugged. “And, as much as I love you, I’m here for the arts and crafts, camp food and fun activities.”

“Arts and crafts is an activity. And this is a camp for adults, do you really think-“

Lily cut Mary off with a scoff. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. “If you think I didn’t check before I agreed to come, then you have another thing coming, MacDonald.” She turned her phone out so it was facing Mary, and Jamie a bit. Jamie was able to see colorful pictures of string bracelets, painted pottery, and she couldn’t tell what else.

“Well then,” Mary shook her head. “I hope you get to live out your summer camp dreams.”

“Thank you.” Lily nodded, looking rather smug. It was a look that worked for Lily. Her cheeks took on a dusting of pink, her green eyes grew brighter, and she sat up taller. Jamie turned to her duffle to avoid being caught ogling.

There was a knock on the door and the three girls turned in unison.

“Hello, I’m Emma Vanity. I guess I’m your fourth.” She gave a sharp wave and then looked at the three taken beds before her eyes fell onto the unclaimed top bunk above Jamie.

“I’m Mary and this is Lily,” Mary pointed at Lily, who offered a bright smile.

“And I’m Jamie Potter.”

“Potter?” Emma’s brow shot up. “As in Potions by Potter? Are your parents Fleamont and Euphemia Potter?”

“It’s a fairly common last name,” Jamie shrugged. She wouldn’t have added her last name if she had thought someone would recognize it.

“Right,” Emma laughed and dropped her bag to the ground. “Well, either way, I’m sure that you are a greatperson to share a bunk with.” She knew who Jamie was, that was clear.

“Mary’s mother was a circus performer if that interests anyone.” Lily had pulled out a bag of jelly candies and tore one in half with her front teeth. Jamie smiled at her appreciatively.

“Does she still perform?”

“No, she retired when I started school.” Mary said. “But she does teach trapeze classes down at the local leisure center.”

“They’re great fun.” Lily nodded. “Should we go and find ourselves some lunch?”

“I hope you know that they aren’t going to serve bad camp food.” Mary pushed herself off Lily’s bed. “Are you two coming with us?”

Emma looked at Jamie, and since Jamie had no desire to be alone with Emma just then, she smiled at Lily and nodded. “Sure. I’m always ready to eat.”

“I’ll come too,” Emma nodded. “I’ve already memorized the layout of the camp, so you can all follow me.” And then she was walking back toward the door.

Lily, who had just proven herself to be very familiar with the camp, was looking at Emma’s retreating figure with raised brows, but she didn’t say anything and just hopped off her bed.

“Off we go then,” Mary bit her bottom lip and followed Lily. Jamie closed the door behind them.

The sun was out, and it was warm, which Jamie hadn’t fully appreciated before Lily had told her that they could expect this weather to last all week. And she hadn’t known there was a lake. That hadn’t been on her list of fun summer activities she wanted to do with Sirius, but she hadn’t been a beach in a while, and while she was sure the beach on this random camp lake wasn’t brilliant, it would be nice.

Especially if Lily was also there to talk it up.

oOo

Jamie gravitated toward Lily over the next couple of days. At first she thought it was because the other girl’s positive attitude was contagious, and while it was, that wasn’t the sole reason.

Jamie had developed a little bit of a crush.

Except not really, because Jamie had never once developed a ‘little’ crush in her life. It took exactly one day for her to realize that she was already deciding how the two of them would find time for each other after they left camp. Two days in and she had decided that their first pet would be a short haired cat named Mr. Tums, preferable all black.

Three days in and she was almost certain that she was in love.

Not in love in love, she understood that was ridiculous.

No, on day three, she was simply falling in love.

It would be a few more days until she was actually in love.

Lily had her shoulder length hair in twin braids today. Whisps of baby hairs framing her face and she kept reaching up to brush them away from her eyes, which only drew more attention to her eyes and her hair and all the other parts of her face that Jamie couldn’t stop staring at.

And at the moment, she was wearing a bloody bikini as she sat on the towel next to Jamie’s on the small beach the camp had to offer. A bikini.

Jamie was doing everything she could to ignore the bikini, but it was there, and showing off every soft curve and gentle swoop of Lily Evans’ body. Jamie was in a t-shirt and boardshorts, because she couldn’t possibly exist in the space next to Lily Evans wearing anything less than this and keep the ability to speak.

Not that her ability to speak was getting her far. Lily was doing most of the talking.

“What do you think?” Lily reached out and nudged Jamie on the shoulder, her bubblegum pink nails scraping lightly on the sleeve of Jamie’s t-shirt.

The quirk in Lily’s brow let Jamie know that she had missed something. Keeping her clothes on may have left her with the ability to speak, but Lily wearing that bikini had hindered her ability to listen. She’d been so focused on not staring at Lily that she hadn’t remembered to pay attention to what she was saying.

“What do I think about what again?” Jamie asked, not bothering to pretend that she had heard Lily. The knowing smile on Lily’s face should have made Jamie a bit self-conscious, but she liked how smug Lily looked knowing the effect she had on Jamie. She also wanted Lily to know that she liked her, especially since Lily had not acted as though knowing made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“I was asking for your opinion one what we should do this evening. I want to watch the sunset over the lake, but I don’t think I can stay down here until then. I’ll fry. So should we go to the craft cabin and make some more bracelets,” She held up her rope bracelet covered wrist and shook it, “Or should we have an early dinner?”

“Don’t we have a class to go to before dinner?” Jamie asked, looking out at the water after briefly glancing in Lily’s direction.

“I didn’t sign up for anything. Did you?”

“Probably not.” Jamie shrugged. “Mary isn’t upset with you for ditching her?”

Lily snorted. “I’m hardly ditching her. Besides, she knew I wasn’t going to be signing up for anything that wasn’t required. I came for the crafts and the beach. And to share a bunk with her.” She was smiling at Jamie, she could feel it aimed at the side of her head.

“Alright, well then, I think we should stay down here for a while longer and then go and get some dinner. I didn’t really enjoy the bracelet making.”

“You’re just upset that I’m better at it than you.”

“No.” Jamie shook her head. “I can honestly say that I’m not upset because you’re better than me. I’m upset because I can not figure out how to do it at all. All five attempts turned into a tangled knot of colorful string and heartbreak.”

“You picked out great colors,” Lily had her lips pressed together when Jamie mustered up the fortitude needed to face her. She used all the strength she had to keep her gaze on Lily’s face and then let out a huff and laid back on her towel.

“Thanks a million.”

“Of course.” She reached out and patted the back of Jamie’s hand, her bubblegum pink nails drawing Jamie’s eye. “If we’re going to stay for a while more, I should put on more sunscreen.”

Jamie reached for the bag on her right and handed it to Lily and then shut her eyes. She couldn’t watch Lily put on sunscreen. She knew that she wouldn’t handle that well. Especially not when Lily seemed to be in a mind to tease the shit out of Jamie. Which Jamie knew she deserved after the entirely unsubtle way she had told Lily and Mary about her ex-girlfriend. She had blushed immediately after saying it and then muttered about needing a restroom.

Lily hadn’t brought up any exes at all, but she had followed Jamie on Instagram the first night, and it didn’t take a whole lot of work to figure out that Lily also represented a letter or two from the alphabet.

Jamie bit down on the tip of her tongue and wondered how long she would need to keep her eyes closed before it would be safe to open them.

She heard the cap of the sunscreen pop open and started counting, figuring three minutes to be ample time. She took the time to take a few deep breaths, have a few imaginary conversations with Sirius where he called her a dumbass, whacked her over the head and told her to make her move, and then tried to clear her head of any and all nonsense.

“Where do you head back to after this week?” Lily asked, and Jamie almost opened her eyes.

“Winchester. My brother and I are staying with our parents for the summer, and we have a lot of plans. This camp actually threw a bit of a wrench in our plans, but da wanted me to come here.”

“He didn’t want your brother to come?”

Jamie snorted. “Can you imagine? I mean, da did ask him if he wanted to, but Sirius is very… anti-group activities.”

“What plans were ruined?” Jamie turned her head and opened her eyes, figuring the sun screening was done with now.

It was not.

Lily was rubbing it into her shoulders, her hands moving slowly and her nails contrasting sharply with the pale tone of her skin.

Jamie’s mouth went dry and she tried to swallow.

Lily’s brow went up and Jamie cleared her throat. “Ballet.”

“What?”

“The ballet. I got Sirius to agree to go to a few different shows with me, which he never does, and I’m missing one of them to be here.”

The tip of Lily’s pink tongue peeked out from between her lips and Jamie bit down on her own tongue. What was it about this girl that had Jamie acting like a randy, seventeen-year-old, boy?

“The ballet? I didn’t picture you-“

“I’m actually a ballerina.”

Lily blinked her big green eyes and brought her shoulder up to her chin.

“I mean, I saw the pictures of you with your dance bag, but I guess I just…” Jamie hadn’t posted any recent pics of her in anything dance related, and so she smirked at the knowledge that Lily had been snooping.

“You didn’t picture me as a ballerina? What kind of dancer did you think I was?”

“Honestly? I thought you were a theater dancer.”

Jamie chuckled. “I mean, I have dabbled in the theater.”

“Dabbled? I think it’s you use of words like ‘dabbled’ that made me think theater actually.”

“Dabbled is a normal word.”

“Sure, and it made me think ‘theater kid.’” Lily turned back to the bottle of sunscreen and picked it up, squeezing some onto her hand before she angled one of her legs and started rubbing her hands together. The point of her toe, the angle of her head, it was all deliberate. Jamie knew that it was all deliberate, but she didn’t care. She watched on bated breath as Lily started working the sunscreen into her leg. She started at her upper thigh and worked her way down to the ankle, slowly, making sure to cover every inch of skin.

“How long have you been a ballerina?”

Jamie had to unclench her jaw to answer. “Since I was about five.”

“And when did you dabble in the theater?” Lily’s voice was even and normal, like she wasn’t currently putting on a show for Jamie. She should have kept her eyes shut. She should close her eyes right now, but she knew that she wasn’t going to.

“Um… I think the first musical I was in, I was eight? Mum was helping out with…” She trailed off as Lily angled her other leg and started on that thigh. “Mum was helping with costumes. It was just a small local production.”

“Of what?”

“Fiddler on the Roof.” Jamie hoped that she was answering Lily’s questions, but she really wasn’t paying attention to what either of them were saying. For the first time since she’d seen Lily in this stupid bikini, she was allowing herself to look at her. She was drinking it in.

Jamie was pretty sure that Lily said something else, and half of her brain heard it, though it took a while to get it all pieced together. “I’ve seen Fiddler on the Roof. Mary was a theater kid, so I’ve actually seen a lot of musicals.”

“Good.” Jamie nodded, even though she knew that wasn’t really a top notch response.

Lily picked up the bottle of sunscreen and popped the cap open again, and Jamie could feel the pop in the back of her teeth. She watched Lily tighten her hand around the bottle, squeezing more onto her open palm.

“I might need your help with my back-“

About two seconds before Jamie would have had a heart attack and passed away right there on the small camp beach in the middle of nowhere, the top of the bottle came off and, with Lily still squeezing the bottle, the sunscreen went everywhere. It splattered all over Lily’s lap, chest and towel. It got on Jamie too, a large glob landing on the lens of her glasses.

They both froze for a minute before Jamie looked up at Lily from her one clear lens. Lily’s cheeks were bright red and she was looking at the still dripping bottle as though it had purposefully ruined her plans to send Jamie to an early grave.

The building tension crumbled like a saltine cracker.

“That’s what you get,” Jamie said, reaching over and wiping a large glob off of Lily’s nose. Then she started laughing as Lily turned to look at her. Her cheeks stayed red, but she cracked a grin. “That was totally deserved!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lily shook her head and dropped the offending bottle. She started smearing and wiping at all the excess sunscreen, wiping her hands on her towel to get it off. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Jamie started laughing harder. “You’re a liar.”

Lily bit down on her bottom lip, still shaking her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You most certainly do know what I mean, and now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

“The cap broke! I don’t know why you’re telling me I deserve it.”

Jamie reached over and swiped at another glob at Lily’s shoulder. “Sure, Evans.” She whipped her hand so it landed somewhere in the grass and then got another glob from Lily’s hair. “So that’s just how you normally put on sunscreen?”

“Of course it is.”

“I can’t wait to see how your normally put on your pajamas tonight.”

Lily’s face went a shade or two darker and Jamie laughed again.

“You know what, if I was putting it on… a certain sort of way, it was only because you were looking at me-“

“I hadn’t been looking at you!” Jamie took her glasses off and carefully went about cleaning them. “I had very deliberately not been looking at you. You waited until I was looking at you.”

Lily was quiet until Jamie looked over at her, having to squint in order to see the look on her face. She put her glasses back on to confirm that she was looking smug. She was. “Okay, but then you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”

“Have you ever heard the phrase, in for a penny, in for a pound?”

Lily narrowed her brow in confusion. “I have.”

“I’ve only ever had fancied three people in my life, including yourself,” Lily sat up straighter and Jamie felt her cheeks heat but shook her head. Lily had already known that Jamie fancied her. “Yes, go and head a preen over it.”

“I am flattered,” Lily, still covered in globs of sunscreen, waved her hair back over her shoulder with one of her hands. Then she looked at Jamie expectantly.

Jamie sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and released it all at once. “Where do you live, Evans? And how far is it from Winchester?”

“And why do you ask?”

“Because I’ve a feeling that we’ll have some unfinished business come Friday.”

And then Lily laughed, and Jamie felt it all the way to the tips of her toes.

#jily #jily challenge #fem!jily #jilychallenge #my fic #fel writes jily

[szopenhauer]

Think of a movie and now give me that movie title: random Elvira: Mistress of the Dark 

Quote a line from that movie:

Name a song: random MARUV & Boosin — I Want You 

What’s a line from that song? Baby turn me, turn me on All night long What’s the last word spelled backwords of that line? GNOL XD Whats the relationship between you and the last person you texted? my fiancee What would your name be if you replaced T’s with S’s & A’s with E’s? Zuzenne Would you ever legally change you name to that? nah Your boyfriend/girlfriend say they can’t hang out & it’s been two weeks. You? ok How often do you think about death? all the time Where were you when you had your first sleepover? Your house or a friends’? friend’s - P.W.

Are you hungry?: thirsty

What did you buy last time you went to the store?: food? bread not food? trinkets - for example - two books and a tiny stuffed dog

Do you think stained glass windows are pretty?: I don’t know tbh

Are you a chocoholic?: not at all

Have you ever been carded when buying something? : not even when I was buying cigarettes

Do you have a favorite highlighter color?: yellow

Do you have a flashlight?: I do

Do you like watermelon?: nah

Has anyone ever walked in on you while you were on the toilet?: obvi, many times but usually just family members

Do you like a lot of ice in your drinks?: noooo

Have you ever painted a room?: bathroom Have you ever petted a donkey? from what I remember

Out of all 24 hours, which one is your favourite? hmm... Have you ever been in a lighthouse? nope

What time are you planning on going to bed tonight? no idea Have you ever been bit by an animal? yeah Did it rain today? kinda What was the name of the last dog you pet? it was my dog - Łasuch Do you find that you have a certain meal you eat every time you go to certain restaurants? sure Are you constantly judging people? could say so Have you ever had anything stolen from you? sorta Which would you rather, a snowy day, sunny day, rainy day or cloudy day?: cloudy or sunny maybe rainy but definitely not snowy How long have you ever spent away from home? month? Has your luggage ever been lost at the airport? Did you get it back? - About how many times during the night do you wake up from your sleep? few Are there any air fresheners in your house? What kinds? no What scent of candle do you burn the most? we don’t For what reason did you last cry? ugh... What kind of surveys do you wish there were more of? deep

Last time you were attacked by an animal? this summer? Are you paranoid all the time or just during the night? more often during the day actually  Have you ever dated someone without knowing their name? last name, not first, I was a stupid kid and was dating a guy online once and several boys at camp just to show off somebody likes me that way even tho I wasn’t really interested nor knew anything about those matters

If you go to an all-you-can-eat buffet, how much do you really eat? a tiny bit If you need to ask a question in class do you raise your hand? of course How many times have you been engaged (if any at all)? once, currently Do you have to see something to really believe it? jak niewierny Tomasz - często Have you ever gotten so dehydrated that you passed out? I’m surprised that I didn’t :x If your friend was being cheated on, would you tell them? absolutely Do you always assume the worst? that me indeed Are you sick and tired of life? sadly Have you ever been busted for under age drinking? I wasn’t drinking underage, I still don’t drink  Do you have a picture of you and your lover kissing? 1 and a tik tok Have you witnessed a fight at school? bunch

What is your favorite time of day to run? when I’m late for the bus lmfao

When was the last time you talked to your mom? recently Do your parents crush your dreams? sometimes Did you sleep in today? I didn’t Do you hate sleeping in? I love sleeping in  How late do you consider too late to sleep in? noon, 11am is already late  How long have you had a smartphone? less than 5 years Do you keep lists of names that you like? even tho I don’t want kids :P Have you ever butt-dialed someone? it happened

First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed, like *that*; M.

Do you like going to school sports games? eww, boring Have you ever worn your boyfriend’s clothes? guy from camp gave me his cap for a day Have you ever stolen your sibling’s clothes? I had to wear them when she was growing up, gross Have you ever loved someone and HATED it? later? Do you like Starbucks or would you rather just have water or something? just water lol Have you ever walked into a door before? po maturze zapomniałam, że woźny zamknął drzwi, które się same otwierały i walnęłam w nie, raz przytrzepałam sie w futrynę bo za szybko skręciłam w nocy do pokoju, mama uderzyła mnie drzwiami jak byłam mała i stałam za blisko wejścia dzwoniąc do domu więc spadłam ze schodów, a ojciec stuknął mnie tymi dworcowymi przy wiadukcie i wylałam na siebie sok - to chyba wszystkie przypadki Do you know anyone who’s like, psycho-religious? fanatic? my uncle is one of those Have you ever been stuck on a ski lift? luckily never been there to begin with Do you know who Nancy Sinatra is? ain’t this the gal who sings “those boots were made for walking” or smth like that? Have you ever bought anything from an airport? I wasn’t there so... If I asked you who you were gonna marry a year ago, you would say; omg Do you snore, talk, sleepwalk, or drool? drool at times, sorry also roll/kick around and fart ^^” When you woke up this morning, what was your first thought? I was wondering why Nat fronted If you could start completely over knowing what you do now, would you? possibly

If you drink coffee, do you have a favorite flavor & brand? If so, what? not applicable Have you ever personally known a pair of Conjoined twins? woah What is your first thought when you see people kissing in public? "get a room” Would you ever consider being a professional stunt-person? I have no abilities/skills/health etc for that kind of job and it’s really sad actors get prizes for stunt-ppl’s work

How about a Mailman? my father was and that ruined his body so I doubt it (Besides Hello kitty) Do you have a favorite Sanrio character? If so, Who? Hello Kitty is evil Do you flinch when strangers touch you? don’t touch me! Can you remember the first time you went to a movie theater? I believe Is there something in particular you like to look at photos of? What is it? I have strange interests... Do you actually like the taste of Diet Soda? didn’t try and don’t plan to What brand of toliet paper do you normally use? I don’t give a shit ;) Do the Charmin bears make you feel uncomfortable? xD fact that they’re red makes me uneasy On average, how many cans of soda would you say you drink daily? zero Did/do you ever stick your chewed -up gum under tables? I spat it on grass when I was younger and had stuck it in my hair years before as well but every other gum I trashed properly Can you remember the last thing you watched on the news that upset you? that’s why I avoid news How do you feel about red lipstick, is it whorish? it’s my fav but I no longer use makeup What is your definition of feminism? fighting for equal rights between women and men like pay in workplaces Are you comfortable in shorts? am not So, have you watched that Bob’s Burgers show? Do you like it? fragments 

Do you ever get the feeling you dont belong? always Do you believe actions speak louder than words? good actors will use both ways to lie

If your friend tried to commit suicide infront of you how would you react? how, why, who, when etc. Ever had a rumour spread about you? plenty Have you ever tried to impress someone before? majority of my life and I hate myself for that If someone jumped on your back what would you do? die? If you had a child and they turned out just like you would you be happy? poor kid... If you could choose the gender of your child what gender would you choose? not that I want kids but girl

Name three people you want to meet in Heaven. from those who died or are alive rn?

What could be the theme song of your life? I was taking a quiz today and they gave me Kero Kero Bonito - I'd Rather Sleep

Do you have any embarrassing health issues? :( Who do you wish you could talk to? grandma and/or brother Do you lose or misplace things a lot? very rarely lose, misplace more often but still usually same item like my scissors What was the name of the street you grew up on (if you don’t live there now) I live here! Does it still feel like summer where you live? it’s too cold for that Do you have a Paypal account? I wish Have you ever had a brand or company reach out to you on Instagram? polyvore What is the last thing you purchased from Etsy? I have no bank account to be able to buy stuff there Do you sell on Etsy? I’d like to someday Do you have a favorite aunt, and if so, who is it? aunt Alice Who is your favorite cousin? no one Have you bought next year’s calendar yet? yup What year did/will you turn 30? 2022 What’s a food that you like, but it makes you feel sick? no comment Do you like the name Addison? sounds like a shoe Is there anything that you regret getting rid of? ... Have you ever stood up to a bully? couple of times Do you own striped tights? nude and transparent Have you ever made your own Halloween costume out of clothes from ur closet? yep When was the last time you received a hug? this day Do you have anyone who hugs you regularly? dad? Would you rather have the bottom bunk or top bunk? bottom Window seat or aisle seat? window, aisle if in church  Have you ever thrown up on an airplane? that’s one of the reasons I won’t fly Have you ever seen anyone else throw up on an airplane? that’s another... Have you ever gotten sick in the car? almost Do you still wear clothes from the children’s section? whoops you got me What color is your watch? I need to buy watch for Nat... What color was the last pair of flip-flops you wore? last time I was wearing flip flops was before middle school and they were pink I suppose Were you born in your favorite season? in the worst! Have you eaten oatmeal lately? regularly... Do you enjoy editing photos? if not a snapchat filter selfie then I prefer them “natural” What is your favorite app on your phone? Choices forever! lately I begun playing The arcana and it’s pretty good, Lisa downloaded Addams family mystery mansion or smth but it’s not that cool and I used to play the detective story which was awesome <3  Do you answer your phone every time it rings? hell no Do you like to decoupage things? scrapbooks/collages are way better How many tabs are open on your browser right now? 9 with this one but I forgot to close the background music 

How many times have you had sex within the past two years? Guesstimate? personal How many times in a month do you go to the movies? How much do you spend? not at all

When was the last time you heard thunder? Where were you at anyway? this month? home When was the last time you were in trouble with your parents? If so. it’s complicated Do you know anyone who claims to have the ability to see the future? I have dreams that come true and my parents do, also my gf When you go to the movies, do you actually watch the movies or not? ... what else would I do in the cinema? oh, you mean kiss and such? waste of money Do you love or loathe the Eurovision? I don’t mind it Have you ever wielded a sword? wanna try :D If you were famous would you want a statue or a building names after you? what for Can you erect a tent? hope I didn’t forgot How tall is the tallest person you know? didn’t ask Have you ever ridden a camel? might try What’s your opinion on rats? cute

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Omg are you still doing prompts? Please zimbits the first time bitty goes back home (jack in tow) for a bittle and/or phelps family reunion since the stanley cup win and Big Kiss. Please for drama and bitty sassypants bittle overcoming it but in a bless your heart southern gentleman sort of way.

CW: There is a lot of implied homophobia here. Bitty handles it, but it’s clearly there.

The morning of the Fourth Of July dawned hot and humid and clear, but there was something in the air — a tingle, maybe, or a frisson of extra energy — that promised a storm to come.

Bitty was sitting up in bed when Jack woke, back against the wall, legs criss-crossed in front of him. His face was neutral until he noticed Jack looking up at him and a small smile played at his lips.

“Everything okay, bud?” Jack asked.

“Fine,” Bitty said. “Just thinking about today.”

“Want to come down here and tell me about it?”

Bitty lay down, tucking his head into the junction between Jack’s neck and shoulder and skimming his hand down Jack’s back.

Jack wrapped Bitty in his arms, the better to feel the warmth of him, to inhale the scent of him, and marveled at how safe he felt when he was holding Bitty. It made him feel powerful, he supposed, and like everything important in the world was secure.

“So?” Jack said.

“We’re expecting a lot of people today — relatives and relatives of relatives and so forth,” Bitty said into Jack’s chest.

“You don’t think they’ll be happy to see us?” Jack asked.

“Sweet pea, we’re the main attraction,” Bitty said. “We’re who they’re all coming to see. But happy? Not really. Maybe curious is the most charitable way of putting it.”

“And we’re being charitable now?”

Bitty raise his head so he could give Jack an affronted look. “I, at least, am a southern gentleman. I am always charitable, and hospitable, too.”

“What about me?” Jack said.

Bitty dropped his head back to Jack’s chest.

“You’re Canadian,” he said. “You can’t help but be polite. Unless you’re checking someone into next week on the ice, but that’s different.”

“I think the only ice today will be in the drinks,” Jack said, lifting his head to look out through the guest room window.

“And in the veins, don’t forget that,” Bitty said, rolling away to get up.

This visit was so different from the one the previous year. He arrived with Bitty instead of on his own (good), and they were met by a nervous, unsmiling Suzanne who darted furtive glances around the baggage claim area in fear that they would be recognized (not so good). They spent the night together in the guest room’s queen-sized bed (good — it was much easier to fit than in Bitty’s old twin — and not good, because Bitty and his parents were clearly uncomfortable).

That was the issue that sparked the first open conflict yesterday. As soon as they had settled into Suzanne’s minivan (“You take the front seat, Jack. You’re the guest,” Suzanne said. “And you’re half a foot taller ‘n me,” Bitty added), Suzanne said, “Now Jack, we’ve put you in the guest room. You should be more comfortable there.”

“Jack can bunk in with me, Mama,” Bitty said.

“No, he can’t,” Suzanne said.

“It worked last year,” Bitty said.

“Last year Jack wasn’t your boyfriend,” Suzanne said. “Or if he was, we didn’t know about it.”

“So it’s not about Jack being comfortable,” Bitty said. “It’s about you not approving of us.”

“No,” Suzanne said. “It’s not you and Jack I don’t approve of. It’s having my unmarried child sleeping with his partner under my roof.”

Jack would have been willing to say fine, I’ll take the guest room, but this was Bitty’s family and Bitty’s argument.

“I’m not a child, Mama, and neither is Jack,” Bitty said. “Do you think I’m sleeping in the guest room at Jack’s this summer?”

“As you said, you are an adult and I can’t control what you do when you’re a thousand miles away,” Suzanne said. “But your father and I make the rules for our house, and we don’t hold with unmarried couples sleeping together.”

Bitty scoffed in the back seat, and said something under his breath that Jack didn’t catch.

“What was that, Dicky?” his mother asked.

“Never mind,” Bitty said. “It was rude and I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Well, you also shouldn’t argue with your mother,” Suzanne said. “Especially in front of company. Jack, we owe you an apology.”

“Jack’s not company, Mama,” Butty said. “He’s my boyfriend and my best friend, rolled into one.”

The rest of the ride had been quiet, but when they say at the kitchen table in Madison for lunch, Bitty brought it up again.

“Why is it so important to you that Jack and I don’t share a room while we’re here?” he asked. “When you know we do the rest of the time we’re together.”

“I could turn that around and ask you why it’s so important you share a bed while you’re here,” Suzanne said. “When you can do that any other old time you want.”

“I didn’t bring Jack here to be separated from him,” Bitty said.

“By ten feet of hallway?”

“Yes,” Bitty said. “I feel safe when I’m with Jack.”

“And not sleeping alone in the room you grew up in?” Suzanne said. “You always felt safe enough before.”

“Not really,” Bitty said. “I didn’t really know what safe felt like. You go on and on about why I didn’t tell you about me and Jack before – this is why. Because I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m trying,” Suzanne said. “But if you want to be treated like any other couple, this is how it goes. If you were dating a girl, she wouldn’t be allowed to stay in your room either.”

Jack was about to suggest they could check into the nearest hotel and come back in the morning when Coach, of all people, stepped in.

“Come on, Suze,” he said. “You know if Junior brought a girl home, we might put them in separate rooms, but we’d be turning a blind eye if there was some late-night visiting going on. And I don’t know if we’d even do that if the girl was 26 years old and Junior was all but living with her.”

“But we have everyone coming over tomorrow,” Suzanne said. “What will people say if they see all your things in the same room?”

“Mama, I think the ship has sailed on what people will say,” Bitty said, working to hold a straight face.

Suzanne looked at him, and she finally giggled.

“I guess you’re right about that,” she said. “I still don’t like it – and I’m saying that if you two tied  the knot, I wouldn’t say a word against it, but until then, I’d rather you didn’t. But I know when I’m outnumbered.”

“Would it help if we put my stuff in my old room and Jack’s in the guest room?” Bitty asked.

“Maybe,” Suzanne said.

“Then I’ll do that,” Bitty said.

“You may as well sleep in the guest room,” Coach said. “Bed’s bigger.”

Bitty had turned red, but when they went to bed, he went to his old room to find a T-shirt  to sleep in, then padded down the hall to the guest room to sleep with Jack.

Now he was leaving to back to his old room to get dressed.

“Meet you downstairs in ten minutes,” he said.

Much of the morning’s preparation was similar to the previous year’s. Bitty and Suzanne were busy for hours in the kitchen, and they were joined by MooMaw – who seemed unabashedly delighted to see both of them – well before the rest of the guests were set to arrive.

Jack helped Coach move patio furniture, haul coolers out and wash them, set up a canopy and sprinkler station for the kids … the list seemed endless.

The first company arrived early in the afternoon, and Jack started to get what Bitty meant. No one was outright rude – if anything, the questions had been more plentiful last year – but people kept looking at him, and looking away if he tried to make eye contact. He felt like an exhibit at the zoo; “Come see the world’s only gay hockey player!”

Bitty finally popped up at his side, bearing a cold lemonade in one hand and a beer in the other.

“Which one do you want?” he asked.

“Beer,” Jack said. “Definitely beer.”

Clouds were starting to gather, but the sun was still hot.

Bitty handed it over and turned to survey the crowd that was surveying them. Jack put his arm around Bitty’s shoulders and pulled him close without even thinking. Jack saw a couple of guys give a side-eye, but no one said a word.

That, apparently, wasn’t going to fly with Bitty.

“Hey there, Uncle Peter,” Bitty said, addressing the side-eyer in chief. “How are you? I was awful sorry to hear about Linda ‘n you splitting up. You find a place to rent yet? I guess it doesn’t have to be too big for you all on your own.”

Uncle Peter sputtered, then said something about finding another beer and walked away.

“What was that about?” Jack murmured.

“Help me take the trash out back and I’ll tell you,” Bitty said.

Jack followed Bitty as he emptied trash and recycling cans and carried bags to bins behind the garage.

“Linda — his wife — split with him last year,” Bitty said. “They claimed irreconcilable differences and she kept the house. But she told all the PTA moms that she booted him because his dick was too small.”

“Ouch,” Jack said.

“Just reminding him that gossip cuts every direction. You know he’s fixing to go to work at the auto parts store and tell all the guys about how we were all over each other.”

“We weren’t —”

“And his erect penis is probably more than two inches, but that’s the story that’s all over town.”

Once trash duty was done, Jack sat in the shade for a bit with Moomaw and Aunt Judy, who seemed to have planted herself firmly on the side of Team Jack.

“That was sure something when you won the Stanley Cup,” Judy said. “Just like your father. Is that trophy as heavy as it looks?”

“It didn’t feel like it that night,” Jack said.

“I can’t tell you how many people in Madison were watching after you came to visit last year,” Judy said.

“I guess they saw everything then,” Jack said.

Judy nodded. “But don’t let it worry you,” she said. “Folks’ll get over it. I know Suzy spent some time putting people in their places, and there was always gonna be some curiosity when you came back the first time, but it’ll blow over.”

“I’m more worried about Bitty,” Jack said. “Whether he’ll feel welcome in his hometown.”

“Well, I won’t say Dicky’s always fit in the best around here,” Judy said. “But he’s resourceful. Always was, even as a child. That boy can take care of himself.”

She paused.

“Clouds are coming in,” she said. “Think we’ll get rain today.”

Bitty found Jack again a while later. “Let’s take advantage of the sun going behind the clouds and get some ball hockey going,” Bitty said.

They gathered about a dozen of the kids and Bitty divided them into teams while Jack dragged nets and a box of sticks onto the driveway.

“I know a bunch of y’all ain’t played hockey before,” Bitty said. “And Jack here just won the biggest championship in hockey with his team. We’re gonna show y’all how to hold a stick and shoot, and go over some rules.”

Bitty gave each kid a stick and set them up in pairs to pass to each other.

“Once you got that down, we’ll shoot at the net and then have a game.”

Jack imitated Bitty, watching the kids and correcting grips and offering advice. Bitty told the first pair to take shots at the net; Sarah, who was around ten, put it right in. Her little brother had more trouble.

Jack bent down and said, “Let me see that again, buddy.”

He watched, then said. “Okay, now try it like this.”

Jack repositioned the boy’s hands on the stick, and adjusted the way he was standing. The boy whacked at the ball and sent it sailing into the net.

“There you go!” Jack said, holding his hand up for a high five. “Next thing you know, I’ll be taking lessons from you!”

“Mason! Come here this minute!”

A woman stood at the edge of the driveway.

“I didn’t say you could come out here and play hockey,” she continued. “I’m sure Cousin Eric and his friend have better things to do than play with you anyway.”

“We really don’t,” Jack started, but Mason was already protesting.

“Everyone else is playing,” Mason said. “And Mr. Jack just showed me how to shoot! Did you see me?”

“It’s time to stop now, Mason,” the woman said. “You, too, Sarah.”

“You need to leave already, Marjorie?” Bitty said, walking away from the kids he was helping. “Trying to beat the weather?”

“Oh, no, Dicky,” Marjorie said. “We’ll stay for a bit longer. Haven’t had a slice of your pie yet.”

“Then why can’t the kids play hockey?”

Jack heard the undertone of flint in Bitty’s voice, even if Marjorie didn’t.

“Well, it’s not safe, is it?” Marjorie said. “We don’t want anything to happen.”

“Anything like what?” Bitty pressed. “I know you’re not worried about him hitting his head in a friendly little game like this, not with him already playing tackle football.”

“Now Dicky, don’t be like that,” Marjorie said. “You’re making a scene.”

Jack looked around and realized it was true. More adults had filtered out to the driveway, including Suzanne and Coach. And there were Uncle Peter and Aunt Judy. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Jack’s eyes caught a flash of lightning

“I’m not making a scene,” Bitty said. “I’m trying to play some hockey with my little cousins. With my professional hockey player boyfriend.”

“That’s what I mean,” Marjorie hissed. “There’s no need for that in front of the kids.”

“No need for what?”

“Telling them that he’s your … boyfriend,” Marjorie said. “We all saw what you did on TV.”

Jack stepped next to Bitty and took his hand.

“But he is my boyfriend,” Jack said, before Bitty could answer.

“Marjorie, that’s enough,” Suzanne said, coming up behind her. “You know family is always welcome here, but not if you’re disrespectful to Dicky or to his boyfriend, who is also our guest.”

“Marjorie,” Bitty said. “I’m really sorry.”

Marjorie’s shoulders seemed to relax at that.

“I’m really sorry that you can’t see how happy Jack and I are and be happy for it, and I’m sorry you won’t let Mason have some fun with us,” Bitty said. “I one hundred percent guarantee that playing a little ball hockey will not turn him gay, if that’s what you’re afraid of. But he’s going to grow up and be what he’s going to be, and I guess it would be a kindness to hope he’s straight, for his own sake, because I don’t know that he could trust you to be the kind of mama he needs if he’s not. Now I expect you’ll be wanting to be on your way, so I’ll go cut pie slices for Mason and Sarah to take with them. Unless you don’t mind them staying – Jack and I can run them home later.”

Marjory had actually taken a step back from Bitty during that speech.

“They’ll come home with me,” she said.

Bitty went in the house and came out with two slices of pie on paper plates.

“Remember, these are for the kids,” he said. “Bless your heart, you wouldn’t take sweets from your own babies, now would you?”

“I’ll eat my whole slice, Cousin Eric,” Sarah said.

“’Atta girl,” Bitty said. “What do you say the rest of us put this hockey stuff away before the rain?”

He was too late for that, as fat drops started falling before he finished the sentence. The kids scrambled to put the sports equipment back in the garage while the adults ran for the deck to get the food under cover.

The storm was short but intense. Jack would have liked to think it cleared the air, but as soon as the sun came out again, the heat turned the air steamy.

Most people took their leave not long after the storm, and Jack and Bitty did their part helping to clean up.

Once everything was stowed in the kitchen and shed, Suzanne turned Bitty.

“You boys have been nothing but helpful,” she said. “You want to take a break and take your daddy’s truck to go watch the fireworks?”

“Thanks, mama,” Bitty said. “That sounds great.”

#omgcheckplease #omg check please #zimbits #prompt fill #my fic

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A headcannon struck when Z so graciously gifted us this image so I followed it straight to hell. 

Now on AO3

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Peter has been studying for his last final for what feels like years when his phone buzzes against the hard surface of the university library table.

MJ: Hey dork. I need a small favor.

Peter’s brow furrows.

Peter: Shoot.

MJ: I have been sexiled yet again

MJ: and while I would normally just kill time around campus for the next couple of hours I just finished my last final and I feel like if I don’t take a shower in the next 10 minutes I might not ever smell clean again. Would you mind if I came over and used your shower?

Peter couldn’t help the frown that slips onto his face. This is the 6th time MJ's been unable to get into her dorm since January because her roommate is having sex. She normally doesn't complain because she loves her roommate and is generally a huge supporter of any woman who actively claims their sexuality but she had let it slip to him once that she was beginning to feel like she spent more time avoiding her dorm than actually living in it. He doesn’t even need to think about it when he types out his response.

Peter: Of course, Em. You don’t have to ask, I made the extra key fob for a reason. I’m still studying for my Orgo Lab final but it’s all yours for as long as you need it. 🤓

Even though he was technically not allowed to, he’d taken his key fob apart in Mr. Stark’s shop and made duplicates for Ned and MJ to get into his building when it had become clear to them that his living arrangement in a newer dorm that gave each resident a private room and bathroom was, by far, the most agreeable place for the three of them to hang out.

MJ had used her’s a hundred times over the course of the last 9 months, Peter is sure, but there is something oddly intimate about letting her be there while he isn’t. When he'd typed his message, the only thing in his mind had been his memory of MJ during last semester's final season, exhausted and worn, and even Peter had to admit, looking a little worse for the wear. Now that he's paused long enough to push past that mental image and the immediate urge to fix it anyway he can, he thinks that perhaps saying "you don't have to ask" may have been a bit too much. He panics for a long moment, trying to remember what state he’d left his room in but eventually resigns his worries to the back burner when he remembers that MJ once saw him blow his nose with a sock and then proceed to leave the snot crusted sock on his bedside table for a week and has since managed to voluntarily and enthusiastically kiss him 59 times since (yes he’s counted). Either she was just as gone for him as he was for her or she had a serious lack of regard for the hygiene of others. 

He can't help the surge of excitement he always got when he and MJ crossed into any new territory in their relationship. He'd given her the key to his dorm as a friend and now she'd using it as his girlfriend and that felt very significant to him in a way he knew would make her fondly roll her eyes at him if he shared with her.  

MJ: omg I’m definitely taking a nap in ur bed and you can’t stop me!

MJ: also thank you

Peter squirms as he reads the first message and tries desperately not to think about MJ freshly out of the shower and in his bed.

He’s seen her just out of the shower twice in his life, and would be lying if he said they were anything less than moments that defined his teenage sexuality. The first time was when she accidentally got snowed in at May’s apartment one weekend in their junior year of high school. She'd stopped by the bring him his homework and decathlon flash cards after he'd missed school due spider-manning a little too hard the night before, and didn't get the chance to go home until Monday evening. That was the weekend she'd found out about him and also the weekend that he'd first realized that he was probably in love with her, a realization that came about largely because of how incredible she looked after her shower. He remembers the very confusing combination of feelings he’d felt when he’d seen May’s green stripped pajamas sticking to MJ’s still wet skin as she stumbled into Peter’s room from the steam-filled bathroom and shook out her hair from it’s bun. He’s still convinced that the whole scene happened in slow motion.

The second time was during their summer abroad after graduation. They were staying in a bunk bed laden Airbnb in south France with Ned and Betty and a couple other Midtown Tech graduates. Peter had been talking himself in and out of just finally asking her out all summer. They were practically already dating in that they spent most of their time together, wholeheartedly supported each other's hopes and dreams, and very routinely accompanied each other to various events that society required people to bring dates to. His only hang up was the unyielding fear that making things romantic would ruin the best friendship he'd ever had outside of Ned. That hang up was mostly stomped out when he saw her next that night. She’d stepped into the room in blue silk shorts and a matching tank top wearing, and Peter remembers this very clearly, absolutely no bra. She had water droplets sitting on her shoulders and arms as she wrestled her hair into a towel and she finally moved her body upright he could see the faintest sliver of exposed stomach resting just above the band of her shorts. It was, in Peter’s opinion, one of the most under appreciated Michelle Jones looks of all time. And Peter had very thoroughly appreciated it at least 4 times.

He glances back down at his Organic Chemistry text book from the screen of his phone, the page half hidden by the notes he’d been going over, and groans at the reality that he’s at least an hour away from an A on his final and more realistically two if he wants to walk in feeling really confident.

Peter takes a second to gather his will and silently reminds himself that even if he was with MJ in his room at that moment the most that was likely to happen would be some making out and co-napping since they hadn’t actually done anything more than that yet. His monkey brain then counters back at him that literally nothing in the world actually sounds as good to him in that moment than making out with MJ and then taking a nap and he’s back to grumpily looking down at his textbook.

It only takes a couple minutes of begrudging reading for him to actually gets caught up in the material and loose track of time for while. It's an hour after their original conversation that his phone buzzes and snaps him back into the real world.

MJ: How much longer do you think you’ll be studying? You should come nap with me.

And then the temptation to say fuck it and just chance getting a slightly less awesome grade in Orgo was back in full force. He takes a deep breath and pries himself away from the alluring thought of a warm bed and an even warmer MJ. 

Peter: The thought did cross my mind. I am probably another 45 minutes away from feeling very confident for this exam, though. Will you wait for me?

Peter hits send and forces his attention back to the material. Whatever the answer, the sooner he finishes studying the sooner he’ll be able to see her.

Five minutes later his phone buzzes and he flips it over to see that he has a Snapchat from MJ.

When he opens it his barely suppressed moan is caught in his throat. MJ is laying on his bed, hair twisted up into a towel, glasses on instead of her normal contacts, lips covered in his f a v o r i t e shimmery chapstick that tastes like mint, all of which would make Peter want to jump her bones even more than he normally does, but on top of all that she is very clearly wearing one of his shirts. One of his Stark Industries shirts.

He’s so overcome by the image that it disappears and he has to replay it again to read the text she’d left in small print over her shoulder.

“I’ll be here all night….” It read. At that Peter actually does moan at that. Out loud, and it turns a couple heads from near by tables. He doesn’t care though because this picture of a very cuddly and soft MJ in his fucking shirt literally waiting for him to get home is too suggestive for his over crowded brain to take. He closes his textbook with more force than is sticky necessary and shoves it into his backpack, scrambling to do the same to the highlighters and notebooks he’d spread around the table as well.

When he’s packed up he grabs his phone and texts MJ.

Peter: I’m coming home now

MJ’s response is almost instantaneous.

MJ: what happened to feeling really confidant for your Orgo exam?

Peter rolls his eyes and then grins. If she wants to play coy he can too.

Peter: it got really hard

He sends and then waits for her to open the message before typing again

Peter: to focus, I mean

MJ’s response lives in the gray dot dot dot at the bottom of Peter’s screen for what feels like ten years before she finally send it.

MJ: Maybe I can help you work it out…

And it’s the ellipsis at the end that forces him into action. Suddenly, before he can bully his brain into keeping up with his body, he’s out of the library and making his way steadily across campus to his dorm with the kind of speed that he normally only employs when he’s patrolling but he’s loathe to find a time that more desperately calls for such measures.

In the end, he learns two very important lessons.

The first is that there is nothing hotter than coming home to find your girlfriend spraying canned whipped cream directly into her mouth clad not only in your T-shirt but also in your boxers. And as he later finds out, absolutely nothing else.

The second is that you tend to test better when you take an exam after a post orgasm induced sleep. Who knew?

#spideychelle #spideychelle fan fiction #spiceychelle fanfic #peter parker #michelle jones #mj #pp #Spider-Man #spider man: homecoming #spider man: far from home #ned leeds #marvel #spideychelle headcanon

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The Tides Have Turned-Part 5

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Five

Nate’s POV I had a pretty restless night’s sleep. Thoughts of y/n kept me tossing and turning in the bed. I felt bad, Swazz probably wanted to kill me for making so much noise. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling, contemplating what to do. I ran a hand through my hair and turned to check the time on my phone. 9:00 AM Well I guess now’s as good a time as ever to get up. I make my way over to the closet and pulled out a pair of flannel lounge pants and pulled them on over my boxers. I didn’t bother to grab a shirt because I knew it would be a while before the guys would stir. They would sleep until dinner if you’d let them. I make my way down the staircase and stopped momentarily to stare at the incredible view of the beach. The entire living room was flooded with light from the huge windows. I could see the trees sway slightly, it must be a beautiful day. I round the back of the couch and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. I instantly smelled fresh ground coffee-somebody was already up.

I walked back into the living room with my drink, about to head back upstairs, when something moving caught my eye. There she was, gently swaying on the swinging bench on the back porch. Of course, she’s up. She loved the way the morning time was so peaceful. I tread carefully over to the sliding glass doors and stared at her for a minute before she noticed I was here. She sat in pale blue silk robe, fuzzy socks on her feet and her coffee mug clutched tightly in her hands. Her eyes were closed, her breaths even and slow. She must have sensed my presence because she slowly turned towards me opening her eyes. “Hey” she said sweetly. She was in a good mood. I made a mental note to not say anything to fuck this up.

“Hi” I say rubbing the back of my neck. “Wanna sit?” She asked arching a brow. I nod and eagerly join her, the two of us now rocking in sync. This was it, I needed to get us back on good terms.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She asks staring at the ocean. “Mhm” I agree, but I wasn’t looking at the ocean. “Y/n I don’t know what got into me last night. I think I had too much to drink, and G and I were beefin’ over something before the trip and I guess it all just pent up.” Lie. All lies. I knew what my motives were, but if she wanted to be with Gilinsky and that’s where her happiness lies then so be it. I would have to get over it.

“Is that what this was all about Nate?” She asks relieved that she finally got some explanation. What she didn’t know was that it was still bullshit. “Yeah, I guess it was” I laugh nervously. “I was still buzzed when I came to talk last night, and I didn’t know what I was saying. You know I would support you and who you chose to be with, don’t you?” I question her. “Of course Nate. And you know the same goes for you” she smiles at me and places her hand on mine. It was obvious that she didn’t realize the implications of my question. I gave her a weak smile, hoping it was convincing enough.

“So! You ready for a great beach day?!” She clapped her hands together snapping into excitement mode, ending our previous discussion. “Uhh duh!” I say matching her joking mood. “Great! I’m gonna go jump on the guys and get ready!” She giggled causing a smile to form on my face. “Meet you down at the beach?” She asked standing to go inside. “You got it babe” I say. She shot me one last smile as she half-stepped into the house. “Nate-” she stops mid stride to look back at me, I lift my head to look at her. “I’m really glad we had this talk. Now we can get back to enjoying our vacation” she says cheerily and comes over to place a peck on my cheek. My lips barely curve into a smile, but she was already skipping into the house. I refocus my attention to the beach and sigh. I still felt at a loss without my girl, but at least this was a step in the right direction. Y/n POV

I march upstairs feeling like the weight of the world was off of my shoulders. After talking with Johnson last night I realized what was important and didn’t want to let a dumb misunderstanding come between Nate and I. Now hearing from Nate himself that it was all an alcohol-induced mistake, instilled my confidence in making this vacation go back to normal. And now here we are ready for our first beach day of the summer. I re-enter my bedroom and see Gilinsky still in a sound sleep. His legs are tangled in the blankets and his dark hair splayed on the pillowcase. I get a running start and jump on top of him. “Jackkkkkk” I say in a sing-song voice. He just grunts in return. “Come on get up! It’s a beautiful day, we’re finally going to spend time on the beach” I say drumming on his back. In one swift movement he rolls me over on top and starts tickling my sides “JACK! OMG!” I scream. “You know I don’t like to be woken up” he states pressing his lips just under my ear “but for you I’ll make an exception” he says almost seductively. “I’m honored” I say rolling out from under him. “Get ready, I’m gonna go wake up the others” I add before leaving my room.

I skipped down the hallway and threw open Nash and Cam’s door, not bothering to knock.

“Come on it’s time to get-” I stop short when I saw the two of them spooning in a dead sleep. They started to stir, Cam’s eyes fluttering open clearly trying to piece together where he was.

“I’ll just leave you two alone” I barely choke out through a string of giggles. Cam looked down at Nash’s arm and jumped so high I could swear he hit the ceiling.

“OH COME ON” he says loudly. “You know I was already weirded out by the fact that there’s one bed in this room” he laughs. Nash looked equally surprised but at this point he’s done some weird shit in his videos that he seemed indifferent.

“Anyways…” I say bringing their attention to me. “We’re having a beach day so get your shit together” I laugh before leaving to find my next target. I continue down the hall and crept into the room I knew the rest of the boys were sharing. I shut the door behind me quietly so I didn’t announce my presence just yet. The room contained three sets of bunk beds to allow for the maximum number of guests. I knew the sitting duck was Sammy. I ran downstairs to the kitchen to grab a glass and filled it with water. I had a devious smirk on my face as Nate was placing his empty glass in the sink. He rose his eyebrows at me and I held my finger up to my lips to shush him, and directed him to follow me.

We crept back upstairs and entered their bedroom once more. I slowly stalked to where I saw Sammy passed out on the bottom bunk. I knelt down on the floor and carefully placed the glass next to where Sam’s hand laid exposed. Nate crouched down behind me with his hand on my back, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was biting down hard so he could suppress his laughter. I gingerly place Sam’s hand in the glass and watch his face contort in his sleep at the sensation. Nate and I take a step back covering each other’s mouths to prevent us from busting out laughing.

“Uhh” Sam groans slightly opening his eyes. “What the fuck is this?!” he yells his eyes widening in terror now. He looks down at his pants to make sure nothing happened, which caused Nate and I to lose our shit. We were laughing until tears were streaming down our face.

“YOU!” Sam points at Nate accusingly and Nate threw his hands up in surrender claiming his innocence. This caused Sam to shift his focus to me, still giggling wildly. I turn to run but before I could even reach the door he picked me up from behind and squeezed me tightly causing me to squeal.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?!” he play shouts tickling my sides.

“Omg Sammy stop I can’t breathe” I laugh.

“You don’t know what you have gotten yourself into babe” he says placing me back on my feet. “You just started a prank war. I would watch my back if I were you” he says mischief gleaming in his eyes. By now we have effectively woken up the entire house. Johnson just throws his hands up in the air making his way into the bathroom. He’s used to our antics.

“Hey man! Let me in! I really have to pee thanks to y/n!” Sam bangs on the bathroom door wildly.

“Damn, I didn’t think that old trick even worked” Nate says with a laugh.

“You got twenty minutes before we’re going down to the beach Wilk!” I say before exiting.

I head back into my room and quickly change into my bathing suit and put my cover-up on. I find my sunglasses and beach bag full of sunscreen, gossip magazines, and a towel. I was good to go, running down the checklist in my mind as I walked downstairs. Dillon and Kenny were lifting a large cooler out the back door as I entered the living room.

“What’s in it Kenny?” I ask.

“Uhh we got some waters, juices, fruit bowls, you name it! Since you were hell bent on getting to the beach right away we had to take breakfast to go” he chuckles.

“And we got the goods” Dillon says smirking while showing me a bottle of Malibu Rum. Trust Dillon to be in charge of “the goods.”

We all proceeded down the private path that wound its way down to the beach. It was a gorgeous day out, and we didn’t even have to worry about a crowded beach. The next group of people were at least a mile down the beach, which was fine by me considering the boys could get wild. I laid my towel out on the sand and kicked off my flip flops before I put my hair up in a bun.

The guys removed their towels from where they hung around their shoulders and claimed their individual spots. Nash, Cam, Kenny, and Dillon wasted no time before they sprinted to the ocean.

“Come on y/n show us the goods” Sam jokes as he playfully smacks my bum walking past me. I just flip him the bird to which he blows me a kiss.

Nate’s POV

I placed my black Ray Bans on my face and ruffle my hair. I look out towards the water where the guys were wrestling. The Jacks were next to me arguing about the direction they want to take their next single. They were artistically unique, and they somehow always found a way to make their styles mesh.

Suddenly all of that background noise faded away as I saw y/n lift her cover up over her body in one swift movement. It was like slow torture, but I couldn’t look away. I prayed to God that my jaw wasn’t on the floor. She began to rub sunscreen all over her body, her hands caressing every curve. This was the type of shit I would see in my dreams. It suddenly felt like it was a thousand degrees out, and not just because of the summer sun.

“Need some help?” Gilinsky sauntered over to her and began to rub the lotion all over her back and down to the curve of her ass. I hated the way he always slinked his way into these situations. It’s not that I’m mad that he has “game” it’s just he’s presumptuous. Rules don’t apply to Jack Gilinsky. I couldn’t bear to see this sight anymore and jogged down to the water, adjusting my swim trunks after that impromptu show. I know I said I would be cool with y/n and G, but damn this is going to be harder than I thought.

The afternoon continued on like this. When she was in the water the guys would splash her, pick her up, tickle her, you name it. Johnson and Sam set up a volleyball net on the beach and started up a game. We split ourselves evenly on both sides.

“Come on baby, you’re on our team” Johnson said to her. She was standing opposite me with the net in between us. She jumped up high to spike the ball, she had a look of pure concentration. She was good at everything she did, and I stood in awe of her. The ball went soaring past me at a neck-breaking speed and landed in the sand next to me. She received cheers and high fives from Cam, Nash, and Johnson.

“COME ON SKATE THAT WAS ALL YOU!” Dillon yelled at me, his competitive side coming out. Y/n looked at me and motion from her eyes towards me indicating “I’m watching you” I just shook my head and laughed.

7 Hours Later

Y/n POV

It was approaching dusk as we all sat in the sand in a circular pattern so we could face each other. A roaring bonfire was in the center of us. We were exhausted from being out in the sun for too long, but it was a great beach day. Our cups were filled with Malibu as we exchanged stories and talked about life.

“Do you guys remember that awful substitute teacher that we had for Spanish?” Johnson asks aloud.

“Oh that ex-military guy?” Gilinsky says busting out laughing as the memory floods back to him.

“Yeah man, he completely butchered the Spanish language. He made everything sound like ‘vagina’” Johnson joked and he had us all in stitches. He always had the best stories. Granted we were laughing a little too hard as the effects of the Malibu started setting in.

“Hey, who wants s’mores?” I question and saw their eyes light up like it was Christmas.

“ME!” they all but shout in unison. I walk over to the cooler and pull out the chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers. I handed everyone a share of the ingredients and we all huddled closer to roast them over the fire. Gilinsky put his arm around me, but I didn’t think much of it. He always got flirty and touchy when he was tipsy. A slight breeze picked up on the beach and I shiver slightly.

“I’m just gonna run inside and get a blanket, I’ll be right back” I said heading up towards the house.

Sam’s POV

“Hey guys I’m just gonna go for a walk down the beach. I won’t be long” Nate said standing while he retreated towards the direction of the ocean.

“That’s odd” I whisper towards Johnson. He nudged me with his elbow.

“I think you should go talk to him, he’s going through some shit right now. If he’d tell anybody it would be you” Johnson said. I started to get worried. It wasn’t like Nate to let something affect him this deeply, he was a chill dude that kinda took life as it came.

I get up from my spot at the fire and follow the footprints in the sand, until I spotted him down at the shore. He sat on the sand with his feet in the water, reclining on his hands. I sit down next to him.

“Hey man” I say concerned. “Everything okay?”

“Nah Sam. I have a problem, and it’s eating me alive” he says glumly. Now I was really worried.

“What’s going on man? You know you can talk to me” I assure him.

“It’s y/n dude. She’s always on my mind. And I mean more than ‘she’s a part of the squad’ type thing” he says exhaling sharply.

“I love the girl, man. And it’s tearing me apart to know that she’s with Gilinsky” he says looking down.

“What are you talking about? Y/n and G aren’t together” I say furrowing my eyebrows. I don’t know where he’s getting this from. Yeah G flirted with her, we all did. Didn’t mean he was dating her any more than I was.

“They-they’re not?” he says his eyes widening.

“Nahhh. I mean I guess I can see why you would think that, but you know how G is. Dude’s a horndog” I say laughing. Nate’s demeanor visibly changed at my words. All previous sadness and tension resolving into the night air.

“Shit, that’s so good to hear” he laughs slightly, overcome with emotion. “Thanks Sam, you’re my bro” he says extending his hand for our handshake.

“Yeah man, that’s what friends are for. Now make sure you get the girl” I say. He just smiled at me before we return to the bonfire.

Y/n’s POV (Simultaneous to Nate & Sam’s conversation)

I walked into the house to retrieve a blanket so I could comfortably remain in the breezy night air. I think to myself for a minute as to where the blankets would be kept. I start to rummage through some storage chests in the living room in search of a blanket when I heard the door open and shut behind me. I turn to look at who came in, and I see Gilinsky stalking towards me on a mission. His swim trunks hung low on his hips and his tank top loosely hung on his tall frame, showcasing his sculpted biceps.

Before I even had time to process what to say to him he pushed me up against the wall, causing the blanket in my hands to fall to the floor. He moved his lips feverishly on mine, and pinned both of my wrists above my head. He tasted like coconut and other tropical flavors from the Malibu we had been drinking. I rolled my head back at the sensation as he continued to kiss down my neck sucking and biting all the right places. Jack starts to roll his hips against my groin and I reached down to palm him through his tightening shorts. He let out a deafening moan.

He reaches underneath my shirt, dragging his nails down my back.

“Shit,” I mutter out of breath. This felt good. I quickly move my hands to peel his tank top over his head, revealing his golden torso. He looked down at me with dark eyes, and bit his lip in a way that made me want to take over for him. He reattaches his lips to mine as his hands travel further down my back and grip my ass and thighs.

“Jack” I moan out. This only fueled him to keep going as he lifted me up, burying his face into my neck. I yank at the dark hairs brushing the nape of his neck.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that I’m not going to make it” he groans. The potency of his words made me clench my thighs together around his waist. He turns around and makes his way upstairs to the master bedroom, kissing me the entire way up. He kicks the door shut before flopping us down onto the bed. He peels my shirt over my head and resumes his attack on my neck, although this time he trails wet kisses down my bust and stomach. I clench underneath him, wriggling at the pleasure.

“What do you want, babygirl?” he whispers seductively in my ear.

“Ugh, you Jack” I moan in response. He smacks a kiss to my lips his tongue gliding along my bottom lip effortlessly. He places little nips at my lower lip before slipping his tongue inside my mouth, groaning at the feeling. I can feel his hands lower to mess with the top button of my shorts. Suddenly the euphoric feelings began to subside, and I felt suffocated. The space between us hung hot and laced with rum. This didn’t feel right to me anymore. It wasn’t Jack, he’s gorgeous, this was me. At one point all I would have wanted was a sex fueled vacation with Jack Gilinsky. I went through my phase of having a crush on him, along with every other girl, but it just didn’t feel right.

I move to grab his hands to stop him, and he looks at me concerned.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but uh, would you mind if we didn’t?” I start to say, trying to come up with an excuse.

“I don’t feel so well, must be all the rum” I add trying to laugh it off.

“Yeah, babe. I don’t want you to not feel well” he says climbing off of me. “I’ll catch you the next time” he says with a wink gesturing towards his prominent bulge. I just laugh it off as he places a kiss to my cheek.

“I just gotta take care of this, and then I’ll see you back down at the fire yeah?” he asks.

“Definitely” I give him a smile. He exits my room and I flop back on my bed throwing my forearm over my eyes. What is going on with me? I was enjoying myself ten minutes ago.

My eyes shoot open when I came to the realization that I was “enjoying” myself because I wasn’t concentrating on Jack.

I was thinking of Nate.

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ooo what about after camp-counselor!lachy asks the reader out to late night drink by the dock later, he walks into the boys cabins hearing them talk about who they think is cute from the Fox Den Cabin. Maybe one of them asks Lachlan if he likes or thinks the reader is cute & kinda blushes when they ask him. (PS this au is something I never thought I needed LOL)

Omg it was literally right after he asked you to meet up later. He walks into Raven Oasis and hears Nolan asking out loud whether the rest of the boys thought the blonde girl was pretty in Fox Den. “Hey now, we aren’t here to flirt fellas.” Lachlan would laugh, going into through the doorway that separates his bed from the bunks. It’s still open, just a little more separation between him and the children. “But Lachlan, we’re getting old. We need to find girlfriends.” Hunter says, causing all the other boys to laugh. “I think Erin was really pretty.” Jacob says to himself, having the other boys agree that she was pretty. “And Gabriella was super nice. She gave me a piece of gum!” Hunter cheers, the other boys telling how their partners were throughout the canoe trip. “Okay you guys don’t need girlfriends, you’re too young.” Lachlan laughs after letting their conversation go on for a minute longer, knowing he isn’t supposed to encourage dating as part of his job. “Do you have a girlfriend, Lachlan?” Cole asks, peaking his head into Lachlan’s room. “Why are you asking me that?” Lachlan says, a blush on his face. “You just seemed to really like camp counselor (Y/N), if you had a girlfriend I don’t think she would be happy about it.” Cole shrugs, the other boys going “ooooo!” behind him. “I don’t have a girlfriend, and I was just being nice to her. You guys will get it when you’re older. Now c'mon, get ready for bed.” Lachlan blushes, ushering Cole out of his room. “Do you think she’s pretty!?” Nolan asks, ignoring Lachlan while the rest of the boys make a line to go walk to the showers. “I think she’s a nice girl. We need to take showers, we were outside all day. C'mon, let’s head out.” Lachlan changes the subject again, leading them to the bathroom hall of the campgrounds. After they all shower and reluctantly brush their teeth, Lachlan finally would get them into bed. “You have to promise to answer my last question before bed, okay Lachlan?” Hunter begs, sitting up in his bunk. “What’s up, buddy?” Lachlan asks. “Counselor (Y/N) is pretty, right?” He asks, making Lachlan sigh. “If you guys REALLY care that much, I think she’s a pretty girl. We’re not going to date or anything, now go to bed.” Lachlan blushes, turning the light off on them before heading back into his room. “He is totally into her.” He hears a hushed whisper, groaning as he lies in his bed. “Go to sleep!” He calls, making them all laugh. Time goes by and the boys fall into a deeper sleep, some of them even snoring by the time it’s 10 pm. Lachlan checks to make sure they’re all situated before looking at himself in camera of his phone, fixing his hair before grabbing a backpack and shoving some beer into it, rushing to the dock where you’re already seated. “Sorry I’m a little late.” He laughs nervously, sitting next to you with your legs over the dock. “No worries, I was gonna go head to Raven Oasis to make sure you didn’t forget about me.” You tease. “I’d never do that. I mean, I’d never forget about a commitment I made.” He says, quickly adding the second sentence in. “What did you sneak in anyways, anything good?” You ask him, referring to alcohol. “Just some Corona… I didn’t know what I could get away with.” He laughs, opening the backpack with a few bottles in it. “Coronas the only beer I can drink, this is perfect.” You thank you him as he hands you a bottle. “Yeah? It’s my favorite too.” He agrees, opening the bottle of his own. “So what was your first day at Camp Mystic like?” You ask him, looking up from the water and to his face. “It was good, nothing like across the lake really. Both are good in their own ways, just different.” He shrugs. “How long have you been around here?” He asks you. “Oh I’ve been coming since I was… God, I think seven? It’s my favorite place in the summer, I’m glad I’m finally a camp counselor.” You laugh. “I’ve been looking forward to being one since I was a little girl, my friend Jess and I have always dreamt of it and now we both are. She has Eagle Nest.” You tell him. “My friend Mitch came over here with me when we were told you were short on male counselors. He has Crocodile Burrow, which all the way across camp. I saw him once today, but he seems to be handling the adjustment well.” Lachlan says, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m sure he’s doing okay. Mystic isn’t that hard to get the hang of, it just takes a few days and then he should be fine.” You comfort him. “I’m hoping I get the hang of it. Those boys are all great kids, just wicked nosy and y'know, they act like boys.” He laughs. “You’ll be fine. I’ve had my fair share of bad counselors and I think I can tell you’re gonna make a great one. If you need anything, our cabins are across from each other. I’ll be with you all summer.” You tell him. “Although I might have to charge you in Corona for the really good tips.” You tease. “I think that’s a deal I’ll have to take you up on a few times.” He laughs. “We should be heading back.” He sighs, looking at the time on his phone. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want the kids finding us missing and reporting us on the first day of camp.” You agree, as he stands from the dock. “See you at breakfast tomorrow?” He asks you, reaching a hand out to help you stand. “Thank you, and sounds like a plan, Raven. Oh, some of my girls think your boys are little flirts. Try and keep them under control, I think some think they’re cute.” You laugh. “Hey, it’s not my boys! They were saying the same thing about your girls, so it’s you who needs to control your cabin better.” He scoffs, nudging you with his shoulder. “My girls are innocent! They’d never do such a thing.” You giggle, the sound ringing through Lachlan’s ears. “Well, this is my stop.” You sigh, standing in front of your cabin. “Thank you for helping me today. Hopefully I’ll get a clipboard tomorrow in the breakfast hall so I’m not completely useless.” Lachlan smiles at you. “It’s fine if you don’t, you aren’t useless. You jumped in the lake when the canoe tipped.” You laugh, recalling Lachlan jumping out of your canoe for the kids, forgetting they had lifejackets on. “I guess your right. But you were the queen of bracelets, I was useless then.” He compliments you back. “Alright, I won’t keep you any longer. Get some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow.” He says, waving goodbye and listening to you tell him the same before he runs over to his cabin, sneaking in with a smile on his face, you doing the same across the dirt path.

#camp counselor!lachlan

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Diptember 2018 Week 2: Supernatural

“DipperDipperDipper!” Mabel raced up to him, her face shining with excitement, weaving through piles of used clothes and knick knacks.  She'd spotted a yard sale on their way to school and insisted they check it out.  “Look what I found!”

“Is it something that will make us get to school faster?” Dipper asked.

“It's a music box – look!”  She held up her hands.  Resting on her palms was a pale green music box shaped like an egg, with a thin gold line running lengthwise along the seam and several highly stylized flowers carved into the top.  

He squinted at it.  “Those flowers look weirdly familiar...”

“The lady said it never worked, so she gave it to me for free!”  She grinned slyly.  “I'm thinkin' if I made a certain culinary creation, my nerdy twin bro would be able to fix it right up!”

“If you're talking marshmallow grilled cheese then we so have a deal.”

He started on the music box late that night, after they'd finished homework and their parents had turned in.  (They knew Dipper always stayed up late, and they'd long since given up trying to get him to sleep at a timely hour.)  Waddles had stayed up with him for a while, probably because he thought it was an Easter Egg like the ones Mabel had given him to snack on.  But the pig had long since retired to its bed in the corner, leaving Dipper alone to work at it.  And the more he did, the more frustrated he became.

“Dipprrr?” Mabel slurred, waking up after he'd nearly stabbed himself with a screwdriver.  “Wut're you doin'?”

“Are you sure this thing is a music box?” Dipper asked, sitting on his bed and glaring at the thing.  “It has no hinges, no nails, no clasp – and yet there is a tiny gap all the way around the seam except the long part so there really should be hinges and there aren't!”

“Pretty sure.”  Mabel rolled over and rested her chin on the rail of the top bunk.  “I mean, I know the lady said it didn't work, but when I shook it it made this really pretty chiming sound.”

Dipper held it up to his ear and shook it.  “I don't hear anything.”

“Well not like that,” she said with a snort.  She climbed down the ladder and he handed it over.  “Here – you gotta shake it like this!”

And she immediately started shaking it like a maraca.

Dipper huffed.  “Mabel, what are you even –”

“TADA!”

She shoved the box right next to his ear.  He jumped, startled, but then he heard it: a thin, silvery tune, a breeze wafting through slender chimes.  But he'd no sooner heard it than it faded completely.

“It stopped – can you do it again?” Dipper asked.  

Mabel gasped with delight.  “An invitation to dance?!  Why Dipper I'd be delighted!”  She grabbed Dipper's hand, yanked him out of bed and started pulling him around the room, laughing.  Dipper allowed it, half-smiling at his sister's typically crazy antics.  The silvery sound grew in volume. Waddles woke up and snorted curiously.  

Dipper grinned.  “Amazing!  It must be motion-activated.”

“More like fun activated!”

Dipper laughed – until he noticed something else about the music box.

“Mabel, keep dancing, but look!”

She looked.  It was hard to tell because she had to keep shaking it up and down, but the weird flowers on the lid were changing shape.  For a second Dipper thought the flowers might be 'dancing', too, but then the egg started glowing a pale yellow, and the slender lines of the flowers became more and more familiar, until they almost looked like –

“Alien code!” Dipper shouted, just as the egg turned red.  The soft silver chimes abruptly changed to a loud claxon blare, so loud Dipper could feel it in his teeth.   Waddles squealed and tried to burrow under the bunk beds.  

Mabel clapped her hands to her ears, dropping the egg.  “OW!  WHAT IS THAT?!”

“I DON'T KNOW!” Dipper shouted back.  He tried to cover it with a pillow, then two pillows and himself, then just plain smashing it with a hammer.  But he couldn't turn it off or even quiet the sound. Their parents slept like the dead, but the sound was so bad it was bound to wake them up eventually!

“TURN IT OFF!” Mabel shouted.

“I'M TRYING!”  He looked around quickly and grabbed his journal – he'd started one this summer and included a lot of the codes he'd found in Gravity Falls.  He hurried to flip to the page where he'd stuck a photo of himself and the alien text he'd seen at Crash Site Omega. “OKAY!” he shouted.  “I THINK I CAN DECODE THE TEXT!  IT SAYS – uh...”  He double-checked the translation.  “IT SAYS 'REMOTE SHIP ALARM'?”

Suddenly the klaxon shifted to a high-pitch screech, then broke off into someone speaking.  

“– told you we dropped it around here somewhere!” said a voice, which sounded very oddly like a rubber duck.  “If you hadn't forgotten to charge the battery we would've found it ages ago!”

“Oh, don't blame me just because you can't keep track of things,” grumbled a second voice.  “We don't even need it, we always find our ship without it.”

“Don't forget that one horror story about the ship that never returned!  If we didn't find this one I was going to fly us back to Centaur A for a new remote!”

“I'm not going back there, that wefleki kept looking at me funny –”

“Uh, hello?” Dipper said.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Oh great, someone found it!” the first voice burst out.  “Listen up, whoever you are, drop what you're holding and walk away, or we'll – we'll alien abduct you so hard you'll be seeing lights in the sky for years to come!”

“You mean, like the stars?” Mabel asked.

“Ye – I mean no!”

“And who made a remote control that's dance-activated, because that is awesome engineering!”

“It's not 'dance activated,' the voice said indignantly.  “When else would you flail your arms except in panic because you can't find where you parked in the intergalactic space mall?”

“Wait, are you really aliens?” Dipper said, leaning forward.  “Which star do you come from?  Are you here on vacation?  Do you have a spaceship?  Can I see it?”

“He actually really wants to drive it,” Mabel told the egg.

“And can I drive it just for like two seconds!?”

“Wait,” said the second voice.  “Are you 'Dipper-bottom-line-Pines-bottom-line-Paranormal-bottom-line-Investigator'?”

“Yes! Yes, that's me!”

“I've seen your petition online!”  There was a clear smile in his voice. “I was impressed that you were able to outmaneuver the drone.  That kind of flying definitely comes in handy when you're flying through clouds of carnivorous space comets.”

Dipper leaned forward eagerly.  “And I can totally do that!  I think. D'you want a demonstration?  I can show you how!”  

“Or you could just buy crunchy peanut butter,” Mabel said.  

Dipper elbowed her and made a sh!!! motion.

But the second alien sounded intrigued.  “Peanut butter, you say?”

“Sure! Just throw a scoop at any ol' space rock, and they'll eat it because peanut butter, and then their jaws'll get stuck together and presto!  No more ship-munching!”  She paused.  “Unless they're allergic to peanuts, in which case molasses should do the trick.”

“Fascinating.”

“But,” Dipper cut in, “if you still wanted those extremely high quality aerial lessons as, you know, back-up, I could totally help you out with that!”

The alien hesitated.

“Well I'm doing it,” the first voice said finally.  “The peanut butter plan is sheer brilliance, but I want a back-up plan in case it doesn't work out.”

“As long as it gets me out of visiting Centauri A,” the second one grumbled.  

“Stay where you are,” the first alien told them.  “We'll home in on the remotes signal!”

Dipper's face lit up with excitement.  He looked up, caught Mabel's eye, and the two of them dashed outside.  Waddles was close behind.  

The backyard quiet devoid of life, save for the creepy-looking gnome in the rose bushes.  The twins looked up.  One of the stars in the sky was growing brighter by the second, until a disk-shaped spaceship the size of a city block was descending slowly above their house. Waddles oinked at it.  

“Omigosh, look!” Mabel squealed.  As the UFO put on its brakes, jets of superheated gas hissed out of the vents on the bottom, searing strange designs into the grass.  “It's lawn art, Dipper! Space-shippy lawn art!”

“And it just melted that creepy garden gnome,” Dipper said giddily, still clutching the spaceship's remote.  He stood back a little farther to let the bottom dome of the ship touch down.  His parents would probably think they pulled some crazy prank on the lawn, but who cared?  He was about to drive a spaceship – an actual, real-life, still-functioning space ship, with actual aliens inside of it!  He was about to make First Contact, at least in this dimension!  

He was so thrilled he was practically dancing on the spot, clutching the space egg with excitement.  “Oh man, oh man, this is gonna be so great, I can't wait to tell Great-Uncle Ford, I've gotta take pictures –”

Abruptly the spaceship stopped descending.  The remote glowed.  “Did you say 'Ford'?” the first alien asked.

Dipper blinked.  “Uh – yeah?”

“Ford Pines, the human?”

“Um, yeah!”

“Four limbs, one head, twelve phalanges, also known as Sixer – that Ford?”

Mabel gasped.  “OMG you know him!!  Are you his interdimensional space buddies?!”

“Oh no we're not!” the alien barked, and the whole spaceship turned red.  Metal cylinders jutted from the ship, and before he could blink, a wall of red laser fire light up the grass at his feet.  He and Mabel jumped back with a yell, nearly hitting Waddles.  The pig squealed and pressed into Mabel's leg.  

“HEY! What was that for?!” Dipper demanded.

“We're not letting the family of an interdimensional criminal aboard just so he can steal our ship for spare parts!” the alien shouted.  

“Interdi – but – we're not criminals!”

“Tell that to all the people he stole from to build his so-called quantum death thingie!” the second alien spat.  

“You're not so much as touching our ship!” the first alien growled.  “And forget trying some other alien marks – we'll be making a very strongly worded post on the Space Lizard Forum, warning everyone about exactly what kind of scam you're trying to pull!”

“But – but –”

The spaceship fired, so suddenly that Dipper, Mabel, and Waddles were all thrown tumbling back onto the porch.  Heat seared their faces and light flashed through their closed eyelids.  Waddles squealed.  

When Dipper opened his eyes, the lawn was a charred mess, and it looked like his mom's roses had melted right along with the creepy old gnome.  

He stared at the carnage.  “Tell me that didn't just happen.”

“Well...” Mabel sat up slowly, one arm around Waddles.  “I could, except that I'm trying to wrap my brain around the fact that both of our Grunkles have actual criminal records.  D'you think crime runs in the family?”

“I think the aliens thought it did,” he said numbly.  “He did say Ford, right?  Like actually Ford, not Stan pretending to be Ford?  I didn't even know Ford had a criminal record!

“Well if crime is inherited then I wanna be an art thief, or – oh!  Maybe a masked vigilante!  With rainbow powers!!  Rainbow powers of JUSTICE!”

He groaned.  “I was this close to being in an alien spaceship...”

“Hey, Dipper, look!”  She pointed.  The space remote was still sitting on the burnt lawn, untouched and shiny as ever.  “They left their thingie behind!  We could call them and try to get them to change their minds!”

He reached for it, but before he could touch it the remote made a dull thump noise and black smoke poured out of its seam.  It had self-destructed.

“Ah,” Mabel said.  “Well...maybe they won't post on all the Space Lizard Forums?”

“Aaaauuuuggghh!!!”

AN: Thus ended Dipper's dream of driving an alien space ship.

#diptember2018 #dipper shall never fly a spaceship #never ever #EVAR #muhahaha #dipper pines #mabel pines #spaceship #Ford's criminal record revealed #death of the creepy garden gnome

[strawberryspeachy]

I can read through the convo I’ve had with that boy for the past month in the same amount of time it takes me to read through a day in the summer

He actually asked me questions and kept the conversation going and joked with me so reading through any given day can take upwards of 10 minutes. And most of those days we had half of the conversation via Snapchat that I can longer see

It takes about 7 minutes to read what is me just me talking and him either not responding or giving one word replies or reluctantly a few sentences after I’ve nagged at him about it :(

Yea yea. Take the hint. From November to now (March) exact same day too... he’s never wanted to talk to me

There’s literally been two instances that he talked to me normally and I melted for the rest of the day. Not long either. Just him texting me first to just tell me something. So short that I’d even wondered those times if he accidentally texted me instead of someone else.

I’ve asked every question except for “do you actually want to talk to me” because as he said yesterday. The answers no. I knew it was no. That’s why I’ve stressed over everything else. Because I knew this whole time he hasnt wanted to talk to me. And I’ve asked every question

Why are you ignoring me

Why are you talking to that girl

Why don’t you treat me like you treat them

Why didn’t you look at my picture

Did you like my picture

Do you still think I’m pretty

Am I annoying you

Who are you texting

What are you doing

Any question around the focus. Do you WANT to talk to me.

No.

He doesn’t care about me at all.

I hate that he has options.

It sucks. Because if he didn’t have options. I know he’d like me. He did before. He got bored and there’s always someone else willing to be there for him so he can drop any of those feelings and leave

Me though. I don’t have options. No one I ever legitimately like reciprocates those feelings.

Years go by intbetween the times someone I truely want to be with comes along and shows interest.

If I had options and he wanted me I’d choose him and that’s what sucks. Because he won’t choose me and I don’t have other options.

It’s not like I haven’t been open to guys advances. But no one ever does. I’ve become interested in boys I didn’t find physically attractive but who were nice to me and acted interested. And then they were even meaner to me.

I’m fucked up. I’m miserable. I’m a shitty person when I’m upset. But I always meet these guys when I’m feeling ok. I don’t show that side. I do everything right.

There’s a legitimate attraction. We talk about our lives and interest. We joke and laugh together. We show interest in each other. I don’t flake on people even when I really want to but everyone I’ve ever met had cancelled on me at the last second. And with these dudes that do that (with the exception of the college dude) I’ve always been a normal understanding person who goes - that’s ok! You do what you gotta do we can reschedule if you want!

I don’t understand. I genuinely don’t understand. I’m not trying to make myself look good by any account when I say I literally have no clue what’s goes wrong every time.

NO ONE. WILL. TELL. ME.

It’s been happening my whole life and I started getting mad about it come college. I started demanding to know. Ive started acting like the crazy person when it happens. And. It doesn’t lead to answers

To be fair I started off just nicefully asking. All that got me was ‘what are you talking about? I didn’t stop talking to you! We’re talking right now’

When when I started pointing out that we are because I tracked them down I get ‘I’m sorry! I’ve been really busy!! I didn’t even realize’

Pointing out what it is they’ve been doing that show they no longer want to talk lead to people reacting the same way as if I went insane on them. I literally haven’t recieved a different response to me politely and thoughtfully going

‘hey. Idk if you’ve meant to do this. But it feels like you don’t want to talk to me anymore. You’re responses have been shorter and we don’t talk much anymore. You don’t seem to find my jokes funny anymore even thought they’re the same as before. And you haven’t reached out in a while - it’s just been me. Maybe you’re busy with (insert whatever thing I knew they were up to a month ago) and I’m sorry if I’m bothering you if that’s the case. But I was just wondering if I did something wrong’

That would lead to the same ‘OMG YOU EXPECT SO MUCH FROM ME!! I HAVE MY OWN LIFE AND DONT HAVE TIME TO PUT UP WITH YOUR BS!! I HAVENT BEEN IGNORING YOU IVE BEEN TIRED AND BUSY.’ —- followed by being personally attacked with whatever it is that person feels (whether it be projecting. Bringing up something small from months before they stopped talking to me. Or whatever nerve I touched during my message or speech)

I’ve literally gotten the same response from doing that as I’ve gotten to say.... going to their house and confronting them at an inconvienient time.

Both generally followed by ‘you always play the victim’ or ‘ you do stuff like this so that’s why’

These same speaches come from people I’ve known as little at a week to people I’ve know for 10 years.

It sounds as thought I’m hiding something. I just act like this psycho person all the time probably right. It’s not like I can prove that’s not the truth..... it sucks.

I hold so much hate still toward my freshman year roommate because she reacted to me this way and I know for a fact I never did anything wrong to that girl. I consciously every second of the day made sure to be nice and considerate and positive. And when she left and told the world that I was the devil. The only things she said that actually happened were

1) I raised my voice. I did whine loudly that one time at the like 3rd time her and her bf tried to have sex in the bunk bed above me I let out a loud whine and in the same pitch said “please stop I’m trying to sleep”

2) I had a dusty fan. You’re right. I should have cleaned it. It only blew on me but that’s my b. It didn’t occur to me that it was a problem but I would have cleaned it if she ever told me it bothered her

3) one night I got irritated and yelled at my printer and hit it. Yes. I did that. It was quite late but she was over on her computer and all the lights were one. I got stressed out that my printer stopped working and in a louder tone went something to the effect of “what the fuck you stupid thing!!” My friends earrring had dissapeared inside of it a few days prior. We looked for it but the printer ate and hid it somehow. I hit the printer in frustration. And then it began to work and in a happy voice I went “oh cool that worked” according to her that incident made my fucking psycho.

4) not in her list of complaints to everyone as to why I was the absolute worst were. One time I walked in and didn’t see her sleeping. So I turned on the light as I talked to my friend. I felt really bad when she sat up very disoriented and apologized and turned the light back off and left. Another time I walked in while her and her bf were in the middle of fucking and backed back out of the room.

One time when I was going to a party my friend said I should have my roommate do my makeup - while she was sitting there. I was already getting vibes the girl didn’t like me and so I didn’t try to talk to her unless she talked to me - keep it polite... I... didn’t actually admit to myself that she didn’t like me but I did try to give her as much space as you can in a dorm. She’d go to the library all day to be away from me so when she’d come back to go to sleep I’d go to the common room till I was ready to sleep. Stuff like that. But my friend saying that right in front of her I went with it and excitedly went - you’re right she does do great makeup and asked her if she’d like to do my makeup for me. She said ok. And when the day came I texted her and asked her if she still was ok with doing my makeup. She said she was busy studying and went that’s ok! I didn’t tell my friend that I thought she didn’t like me or anything. I just stayed surface level and said she’s busy studying! That’s ok! I don’t think my face is a good canvas for her preferred makeup.

I have literally never tried harder in my life to be good to someone. And that girl fucking despised me. She didn’t just dislike me but she wanted EVERYONE to hate me. And she went out of her way to make that happen.

And that’s what’s devastating about it. Not that she was a great person. She wasn’t. She said things that disturbed me all the fucking time and I would be positive and compliment her on something that’s going well for her or that’s she’s doing good now. I successfully for the first time since elementary school stayed positive with someone who tried so hard to make me say something mean. And instead of anything good was punished for it.

And she did what she sought out to do. My friends stayed on my side and told me how they didn’t understand why she disliked me so much. But I could always see them wondering - it’s it true? She’s actually insane to be with too long isn’t she? So many things for the next few months that they didn’t just tell me she was doing. They waited to see if I brought it up myself. Like I told my one friend days later that I asked someone on my floor if they knew why she had moved out. If she said anything specific about what I’d done. And he told me he didn’t even know she left. That’s when my friend spoke up and said - no she tagged him on fb and said thanks for helping her move out. No one told me toll the next year that she had added the boy I liked on fb. Not till once again I said I was talking to him and it was good at first but then he suddenly pulled away and idk why. Then suddenly - oh yeah! She added him on fb btw - they’re friends.