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skzstannie · 5 months

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“We’d never want you to struggle alone”

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member! reader

genre: angst wc: ~2100 cw: mentions of depression and death of family members, hatred for the holidays

Hi guys! Here’s my attempt at some Christmas/holiday angst. The fluffy Part 2 is posted and linked at the bottom of this post!

Feedback and likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated! I haven't got the chance to interact with too many people on here yet, so reach out if you'd like!

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"Hey guys, I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna head to bed. Chan Oppa, I'm gonna go lay down in your room until everyone's ready to go back to our dorm," you wave off their comments asking you to stay with them and make your way to the leader's bedroom.

It's December 20th, and the guys are all gathered around the television in the 3Racha/Hyunjin dorm, binge watching Christmas movies. During a normal year, you'd all be at your own homes with your families, cozying up to the fireplaces and drinking hot chocolate with your siblings. However, this was no normal year, and your comeback ran too close to the holidays, not allowing you nor the boys to go home for Christmas. Not that you particularly minded; you hated the holidays.

You imagine what you'd be doing at home right now, no doubt curled up in your bed with an exciting romance novel, listening to some dark academia playlist you'd found on YouTube.

But you're not home, you're stuck here with a bunch of Christmas-crazed dorks who have spent the last few weeks decorating your dorms full of all things Santa Claus. You've been managing to sneak away whenever any holiday-esque activities are taking place. You've not told them of your hatred towards the holidays, and you're not really planning to, either, not wanting to be the reason their fun-filled nights are ruined; they're already sad enough about not being able to head home for the holidays, the last thing you want to do is be a scrooge. So, you’ve resorted to humbly excusing yourself, busying yourself with your own activities when the occasion arises.

As you walk into Chan's room, you take notice of all the little trees he has decorating his room. Cute. You pick up the picture of his family he has resting on his nightstand beside his bed. You stare at his mom, dad, siblings, and grandparents smiling faces, feeling the familiarly unavoidable pit in your stomach form.

Your parents and one set of your grandparents passed away in a car wreck about five years ago, before you debuted with the guys. Your other grandparents, your mother's parents, passed away before you were born, never getting the opportunity to meet them. So, that left just you and your brother. Your brother, being a few years older than you, started his own family the summer after your parents passed. He has a beautiful wife and two children now, one boy and one girl. They got right to baby-making after they got married, so excited to start a family of their own. Unfortunately, that family never included you. You only know of their children because you’re mutuals with your sister-in-law on social media.

Your brother essentially ghosted you after his first child was born. You two were never the closest sibling duo, but you never expected him to completely drop you and ignore your existence. But he did, and that's just something you have learned to live with.

You were not in a healthy place after all this happened. You had no one to go to when your heart was breaking, grieving the loss of both your dead and alive family members. You put all your focus into the trainee program, all your sadness and anger towards the world into your dance and song. Chan eventually found you on that one fateful day that you deemed saved your life. You were at the lowest of your low, and you thought you had finally reached your breaking point, but then walked in Christopher Bang Chan, all smiles and laughter. He recruited you to be in his group as one of the first, right after Han. From then on, you had another reason to keep going, to keep fighting.

You've never told the guys this. You have always been a more reserved member, keeping all of your personal life out of the spotlight. While the boys never heard you talk much about your family, really only knowing you have a brother, they always thought that, when you went home for the holidays, you went home to a nice big house filled with love. They thought when you walked in the doors to your childhood home, you were welcomed in by your parents with opened arms, beckoning you in. They thought you spent your Christmas mornings opening nicely wrapped presents, followed by a home-cooked breakfast that'd be shared amongst your family.

They didn't know of the single bedroom apartment you called yours. They didn't know of the bareness that captured your living room, baren of all things Christmas and the lack of Christmas cookies and presents on Christmas Day. They didn't know you've always spent your holidays alone.

Honestly, you were completely fine with their assumptions. You didn't need nor want their pity. Your family was still an incredibly sensitive topic to you. Before their passing, you were so very close. You'd spent every holiday together, enjoying your time as a family, doing all the cliche things. You'd even gone caroling a few times, walking around your childhood neighborhood singing the classic Christmas songs off-key to your friendly neighbors.

Afraid you'd spiral, leading you right back to how you'd been before Chan found you, you never brought it up, and the boys never pushed you to talk about your family. They figured you were normal with a mom, dad, and a loving brother-so what's to talk about?

The holidays have never felt the same; you knew they wouldn't. So why try? Why go through the effort of making yourself a nice Christmas dinner, attending church on Christmas eve and waking up early Christmas morning, when you knew your parents wouldn't be there to greet you. When you knew your grandmother wouldn't be there to give you the biggest hug she could muster in her old age. When your grandfather wouldn't be there to give you a hearty pat on the back, his only true form of physical affection you'd ever experienced in all your years with him.

A quiet knock pulls you out of your thoughts, and in walks Felix with a glass of milk in hand. You quickly set down the picture frame you didn't realize you were still holding and give him a warm smile.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask him, taking the glass from him and sipping on the cold beverage.

"I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright. You've been pretty distant for a couple weeks now. Is everything ok?"

You're a little caught off guard, this being the first time anyone's noticed your pulling back since the beginning of December. You honesty didn't even realize anyone was paying attention to you, all of them too caught up in the festive activities and excitement of the season.

"Yea, I mean, I'm fine. Just a bit of seasonal depression," you write off his concerns.

"I didn't know you had that," Felix ponders his thoughts for a minute, giving you a loving look. "Is there anything I can do to help? Have you always had seasonal depression?"

While looking into Felix's warm, brown eyes, you decide that keeping all these things from them all these years has been unfair. They're never afraid of sharing their personal struggles with you. You think back to all the times Han's came to you with anxiety, and how you've wanted nothing more than to take away all his worry and pain. How Seungmin's came to you with his insecurities, and you always hyping him up, calling him the most beautiful boy. If any of them had kept their struggling to themselves, it'd crush you. How dare they feel like they couldn't come to you? Why would they want to struggle alone?

You realize that these feelings are most definitely reciprocated by the guys. Now, feeling vulnerable after being left alone with your thoughts for so long, you have the dire urge to come clean about your family.

"Actually Felix, I've been struggling with this for quite some time now. Can you, maybe just, listen? I've never talked to anyone about this, but I want to now. I want you guys to know," you fiddle with your hands, sliding one of your rings on and off your finger.

"Of course! You can always talk to me. Go ahead, I'm listening." He grabs your hand, halting your fidgeting. You look up at him, take a deep breath, and let it all out. Everything you've been holding onto these last few years. It probably sounds like word vomit, all your feelings and hardships falling out of your mouth at lightning speed. You finish your rambling, and you finally have the courage to look up at his face again.

He's crying. Equipped with all the theatrics, the wobbly lip and rosy cheeks. You made Felix cry with all your problems. You reach up to his cheek, wiping a few of his falling tears.

"Ok, I think I'm done," you freeze as Felix also brings his index finger up to your cheek. You flinch when he pulls away, seeing the dampness of it.

You're crying, too. You didn't even realize. I mean, it makes sense. You just trauma dumped all of your troubles onto Felix, the world's most renowned empath, of course you'd be crying.

You guys sit in silence for a minute, before Felix's whimpers become audible. He's so visibly distraught, and your heart breaks even more just at the mere sight of him.

He launches himself at you, clinging to you so tightly you think your ribs may crack. He tackles you back onto the bed, resting on top of you.

"Why did you never tell us this?" his sobs wreck through his body, his arms trembling around you, "We could've helped you."

"I was scared," you wriggle one of your arms free of his embrace, using it to affectionately run your hand through his hair. Your sobs join together as one, both of you a mess. "I was scared you guys would pity me, or look at me less. I was scared that I'd spiral again if I talked about it."

"Well, we're here now, Jagiya." He sits up after a few minutes. His cries have quieted, and so have yours. "We aren't going to let you continue going through this alone, ya know. We are one, and if one of us is hurting, we're all hurting. Please don't keep things like this from us anymore." He begs, standing from the bed. He grabs your hand and pulls you up, making his way towards the door.

"Where are we going?" your voice shakes and you pull away from Felix, standing in the middle of Chan's room. You wrap your arms around your middle, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.

"You know we have to tell the rest of them. They deserve to know, too."

"Felix, I don't think I can tell the story again. Once was enough for a lifetime."

"OK, do you feel comfortable with me telling them? I'll tell them exactly what you told me, no more, no less, ok?"

You frantically nod your head, grateful for Felix's suggestion.

He blows you a playful kiss, no doubt trying to make you feel better, and he leaves to go to the living room. You take your seat back down on the side of the bed and wait patiently for Felix to finish.

You don't hear much for the next few minutes, but you're startled by the swinging open of the door, the handle cracking against Chan's poor wall. Han stands there, a dazed look on his face. His glassy eyes meet yours, and you shriek when he takes off, leaping onto the bed onto your small frame. He wraps you up in a big hug, squeezing the life out of you.

"We love you, and we'd never want you to struggle alone. We're in this life together."

One by one, the rest of the guys make their way into the room onto the bed. We're haphazardly thrown into a cuddle pile of sorts. A cuddle pile filled with the love and adoration you've been missing during the holidays.

You all lay in each other's arms, and you feel incredibly comfortable and safe. Chan's the first to break the silence, "We have five days left until Christmas. What do you say we make some new Christmas traditions? We don't want to replace what you used to have, and you’re entitled to spend your Christmas season as you'd like. But, if you'll let us, we’ll give you something to look forward to about the holidays again. Please?" The guys are all looking at you now, each of them displaying a face that could rival a sad puppy.

You realize now that there's nothing to be scared of. These are your best friends you're talking about, who want nothing but to shower you in love and happiness.

"I'd love that."

Part 2

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 5 months

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Hey have you ever thought about doing a story of two friends that a book in the library that turns both of them into himbo lovers

Oh. Are you talking about Dolan and Trevor? I forgot all about them. I kind of forgot about them after they got stuck in their himbo bodies. You see I never told you fellas about them because I didn’t want you scouring the libraries across the world trying to find the damn book. So it all happened when they were trying to something for their college research project. I forget what they were researching. I’d ask but….yeah they don’t know. Anyway so Dolan found this book and it was old and it looks cool and he was telling Trevor to come look at it. And they were holding it, and started reading the strange text allowed.

Then suddenly both of them began to change against their wills into their worst nightmares! Trevor being the cocky blonde didn’t was screaming in agony as his muscles inflated. Ripping out of his shit. His hair becoming platinum blonde naturally and his face becoming more square. His butt inflated and even his shoes burst from his feet getting 3 sizes bigger. He even got taller !! By the time he finished changing he was unrecognizable. He looked so different and it didn’t help that he was chuckling like an absolute moron. You could tell he was a nitwit. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing ! But what’s even more is that his family always told him to never be a big dumb jock. And to not act like a blonde and here he was now. Exactly that ! Big dumb and blonde! His family would disown him but he would be non the wiser with how stupid he was now.

Dolan on the other hand had some more severe changes. He not only was screaming I pain as his body was packed with muscles,but he also tally got..shorter. By a couple inches. And his feet grew four sizes completely ruining his shoes! That shorter frame made the muscle mass look even bulking and massive on him as it continued to grow expanding his frame further. And then the tattoos began to form. Now Dolan came from a hyper conservative family so it as if the book made home get tattoos in places that could be hidden. His knuckles. Forearm. Neck. And the. His ears became gauged with large 1 inch tunnels. While a thick black beard formed. And his hair slicked back. He too was a victim to the idiocracy as his iq plummeted. I swear I seen it hit the floor when his jaw did from how stupid he got all of a sudden. Or maybe that was the drop in his pants.

I will tell you though that the last I checked in on them. Dolan is the top. Even though he is shorter he is the himbo top of this duo. And they spend every minute together. It’s as if the book did everything to them that their families despised. But I feel they are happier.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 3 months

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You're Such A by Hailee Steinfeld

Summary: After years of being in an abusive relationship, you met Kate and Lucky and learned your worth. But when gifts start appearing at your work and apartment with no name, you start to wonder if you are truly safe.

Note: There are themes in this story that may be triggering please read all the warnings. There will be spoilers in the warnings. As always my inbox is open if you ever need someone to talk to!

Warning: stalking and stalking behavior, rape/non-con, gun violence, kidnapping, reader's ex is abusive, drinking, protective Kate Bishop and Avengers, nightmares, Gaslighting, injuries, ex family is rich but corrupt, implied sex

Word count: 4.7k

Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush to her front. It was impossible not to melt against your girlfriend. Her face buried into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Coffee is almost ready,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the morning’s tranquility. “And I ordered your favorite; it should be here soon.”

“‘M sleepy,” she grumbled. You smiled and turned around in her arms. Kate returned late last night from a mission. Normally, she would spend the next day in bed or lodging around her apartment with you. However, today was Yelena’s birthday, which meant dinner at the tower and bar hopping tonight to celebrate the blonde.

“I know, baby,” you ran your hands through her hair and massaged her scalp. A smile graced your lips as Kate hummed happily. “Once you have breakfast, coffee, and a shower, you’ll feel better,” Kate smirked.

“Are you going to join me in the shower?” You couldn’t say no to that smile and her incredible blue eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she kissed you quickly.

“Go sit on the couch. I’ll make your coffee and wait for the food,” you wanted to protest since Kate needed her rest, but you preferred how she made your coffee. Stealing another kiss, you walked over to the couch and sat down. Immediately, Lucky jumped next to you and rested his head on your lap. You had to thank this little guy for introducing Kate into your life. You were a veterinarian technician and walked the one-eyed golden retriever’s first check-up. It was a little embarrassing how quickly you fell for the archer; her energy matched Luck. The duo came into your life exactly when you needed them to. You found out your girlfriend of 4 years was cheating on you. Kate was everything Ryan wasn’t. Ryan was controlling, manipulative, and easy to anger.

Your phone buzzed, and you groaned, picking it up. You heard your girlfriend chuckling from the kitchen. Knowing it was Yelena’s birthday celebration, you took today and tomorrow off, but they could call you in if they were short-staffed. However, it didn’t work. It was a text from a number you still need to save. A simple hi with a smiley face. Odd. “Is it work?” Kate asked, managing to carry two mugs of coffee and the breakfast. Quickly, you stood up to help her and pushed Lucky off the couch. She gave you an amused smile at your pointed look when she knew you were annoyed she didn’t ask for help.

“No,” you sipped your coffee, moaning at the taste. You loved teasing your girlfriend that she could make an excellent barista if the whole Avenger gig didn’t work. “It’s a wrong number. I’m going to ignore it.”

You were a disgusting, sweaty mess. A mob of bodies surrounded you, and Kate’s arms were around your waist, holding you close as you danced against her. After a few rounds of shots, Kate pulled you to the club’s dance floor. This was the group’s third bar of the night, and you were feeling the effects of the drinks. There was a buzz flowing through your veins. It was a mixture of the alcohol and Kate’s lips on your neck. You moaned, her lips attacking a sensitive spot underneath your ear. “Fuck,” she groaned. “I’m so close to ditching everyone and taking you back to my apartment.” You were surprised you heard her over the song’s bass and the voices of the other people in the club. Giggling, you turned around to face her. Your arms moved behind her neck.

“I don’t think Yelena would be pleased,” you yelled over the music. “She may kill you.”

“Worth it,” she kissed your cheek. “You’ve been killing me all night in this outfit.” It was why you wore it. Teasing your girlfriend was your favorite pastime. You pulled her closer, placing your lips against hers, and she quickly depended on it. No one else mattered. She consumed all of your senses; the fruity drink she just finished was on her lips, and the faint scent of her perfume and the callouses on her fingers gripped the skin underneath your shirt. It was over too soon as a hand-pulled you away from Kate.

“I have to pee,” America whined, dragging you towards the bathroom. You laughed at the defeated look on Kate’s face. There was no one in the bathroom and no line. America stumbled into the stall and let out a sigh. “You and Kate look good out there,” she yelled as if she was still on the dance floor. You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. A few messages were in the group chat, and a picture was sent to you. It was you and Kate dancing together. The picture was a little blurry, but you could see your smile, and how Kate looked at you made your stomach flip. You quickly saved the photo and made it your lock screen. America left the stall, cleaned her hands, and dragged you back out. You had enough time to put your phone in your pocket.

“Someone is popular,” you entered the veterinary clinic with your bag over your shoulder and two iced coffees; one was for you, and the other was for Ashley, your best friend and the receptionist at the clinic. “You got some gifts over there.” You handed her the coffee and walked to the table with boxes, flowers, and stuffed animals. A majority had your name on it, while others had the names of your colleagues. It wasn’t rare that patients sent gifts in the form of gift cards and chocolates to show their appreciation. You preferred the chocolates over everything. Carefully, you picked up the stuffed animal resembling Lucky, even missing an eye.

“Can you divide it up between all of us?” You asked Ashley. “I don’t need all of this.” She nodded, wrapping her hands around the coffee mug, and took a sip.

“Are you keeping Lucky 2.0?” She teased. You nodded your head excitedly.

“It’s so cute!” You cooed, squishing its face against yours. “It has no name. I wonder who sent it. I don’t know who to thank.”

“Probably went with one of these gifts,” she shrugged. “Just ask the patients you see. Someone will take credit for it.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Kate’s sing-song voice rang throughout the apartment. It made you smile. Usually, it would put you in a good mood, but not today.

“I’m upstairs,” you called out to her. You heard her take the stairs two at a time to reach you quickly. When the door opened, you refused to move from the cocoon of blankets with Lucky at the foot of the bed. You found yourself spending more and more time at Kate’s apartment than your own: an extra bathroom toothbrush, clothes in her closet, and your shoes by the door. Her apartment was your safe space, so after a brutal day at work, you made your way to her bed and waited for her to come home. Her scent in the blankets tricked your mind into thinking her arms were around you. You were sure Ashley texted Kate to inform her of the day you had. A life-saving surgery went wrong, and you had to consult a grieving family that quickly turned to anger directed at you.

“Hi, baby,” you felt the bed dip under her weight. “What can I do?” You merely shrugged. She sighed, carefully putting her arm around your waist and pulling you into her chest. There was no energy in your body to fight her, and you allowed her to maneuver you until your face was pressed against her chest. Her hair was damp; she must have showered at the tower before rushing over here. “I got you, baby girl. Let go.” You weren’t used to this soft treatment. Kate was always there to pull you into her arms and allow you to fall apart. “I’m so proud of you. You did everything you could,” she praised. You shook your head. The praise felt bitter. You were undeserving of it. “None of that,” she kissed your head. “I know you, sweetheart, you did your best. We can’t save everyone no matter how hard we try.” The tears escaped your eyes, staining the fabric of Kate’s shirt. But she held you tight.

When you arrived at work the next day, a beautiful bouquet of flowers was at your desk with a note. ‘I’ll be thinking about you today.’ There was a heart at the end. You smiled, slipping the note into your wallet. You weren’t sure how Kate had enough time to set this up, but you were grateful. Texting your girlfriend to thank her for the flowers you got to work. It was during lunch that you learned Kate wasn’t the one to send you flowers. Who was it?

Something was happening. More gifts were being sent to the clinic and even your apartment. The notes that were attached had a tone of possessiveness to it. They wanted you; to them, no one else could have you. It was scary. At first, you kept it from your girlfriend, not wanting to worry her, but she found out when gifts were being sent to her apartment. All addressed to you. She arranged her Avenger duties to walk you to work and pick you up once your shift was done. During lunch, she delivered food to you, so you didn’t have to leave. It was a little suffocating and restricting, but you knew she was doing all this to keep you safe until the Avengers could figure out who was behind it.

Ashley was on her lunch, so you were asked to watch the front desk. It was a relatively slow day. Therefore, it was a no-brainier for you to help your friend get ahead on administrative tasks, reaching out to patients to confirm appointments, answering emails, and reminding them about billing issues. You were on the phone when the door opened. “I’ll be right with you.” You said, not taking your eyes away from the screen.

“Take your time,” your stomach dropped at the voice. Ryan. You glanced over the counter and saw your ex. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a few weeks, her clothes a little messy, and dark circles under her eyes. “Finish the call, sweet cheeks,” she smiled, leaning against the counter. Now you saw it, the pistol in her hand. “Go on.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” you went back to booking the appointment. “Yes, we have availability at 2 PM on Thursday.” Could they hear how your voice shook? Ryan was flipping through a calendar the clinic had set up on the counter. “Right, of course. We’ll see you then. Have a great day.” You hung up, saved the appointment on the computer, and wrote on a sticky note letting Ashley know about the call. You added Ryan’s name to it.

“What do you want?” You asked and faced her.

“I’m disappointed, sugar,” she closed the calendar and looked at you. Her smile once caused butterflies in your stomach, and now it scared you. “Everything I’ve given you and not a single thank you.”

“What-?” It hit you suddenly. The gifts. The random text messages. Was the photo her, too? You reassured Kate that it couldn’t have been Ryan. You changed your phone number, address, and even the place you worked when you ended it with her.

“You’ve always been so smart,” she smiled. “Come with me, or I’ll start lighting this place up.” You had no choice but to follow her out of the clinic. To the average eye, you and Ryan looked like a loving couple. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you closer to her, but those who walked the streets couldn’t see the gun pushed into your side. Ryan opened the passenger door, helped you in, and kissed your hand before closing it. It took a lot of self-control to keep yourself seated. The fear of the unknown of that pistol she had. Would she use it on you? Soon, she got in the driver’s seat and let out a sigh. “Baby,” the pet names were making your stomach twist. It was sickening how much you graved them from her at one point. “Safety first,” she reached over you to buckle your seat belt. You felt paralyzed.

“Where are you taking me?” You finally found your voice to ask.

“I’m taking you home.”

Ashley was surprised to walk back into the clinic to find the waiting room filled with patients. Victoria, the other vet tech, was trying to soothe angry humans with equally emotional pets. “What happened?” Ashley asked, walking behind her desk. “Where is Y/n?” She dropped her bag to the floor instead of hanging it up.

“I don’t know,” Victoria said. “But it’s not like her to just leave without letting one of us know.” Ashley frowned but focused her attention on a woman with a very yappy Pomeranian. She smiled, apologized with her best customer service voice, and tried to put out fire after fire.

“Yes,” she said on the phone. “We can reschedule your appointment.” Ashley looked at her calendar and saw the sticky note with your handwriting. It explained that you added another appointment to her online schedule, but Ryan was written at the end of it. Why would you write her name? Unless. “Yes, sorry, I’m here.”

Ryan’s hand rested on your thigh, nails digging into the scrubs. The radio was on, filling the empty silence, but you weren’t able to listen to whatever song was playing. Your skin was on fire, and all of your nerve endings were fixated on her hand on you. “Are you excited to go back?” She asked. “It’s been a while since you’ve been.” You were watching the mileage signs, and the exists she was taking. She was driving towards Cape May, New Jersey. It was a 2-hour drive from the city, and her family owned a few properties out there. During the warmer months, you would take the drive and stay at one of the vacation homes. “Come on, sweetheart, why are you so quiet? You love this drive.” You did. Ryan always drove, so it forced her to spend time with you. You cleared your throat.

“How - how have you been?” You asked. “How’s the business?” Ryan’s family was wealthy. Her family owned resorts in a few tropical islands built long before Ryan was born. High-profile guests and celebrities frequented the resorts due to their impeccable service, stunning locations, and commitment to creating unforgettable experiences. But when Ryan’s grandparents inherited Heritage Luxury Resorts, the business began to take a darker turn. They were too focused on maintaining their luxury lifestyle and took advantage of the indigenous population and the land the resorts were built on. Ryan sighed, tightening her hold on you, and winced from the pain.

“Complicated. Mother and father are being difficult.” Before you broke up with Ryan, you overheard a rumor from the staff working in her house that her parents would kick her out of the will. The business would go to her younger brother.

“I’m sorry,” you placed your hand on top of hers. “I know how hard it is to please them.” You had to keep her happy and please her whenever you could.

“See, I knew you would understand,” she picked up your hand and kissed the back of it. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, Ry Ry,” you had to be strong and wait until Kate came to save you.

Kate’s blood was boiling. It had been since she received the call from Ashley, and Yelena drove her and America to your work. She watched the security footage of your ex threatening you with a pistol, and you left with her. Her anger was simmering in her stomach, and all she saw was red, but there was lingering guilt. She should have pressed harder for you to take time off, but you loved your job. America placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “She must want to know she is responsible,” Yelena said. “With her money and resources, she could have hired someone to do it for her.”

“I’ll have FRIDAY flag her and Y/n’s passport,” America added. “Keeping them in the states limits the number of properties Ryan could take her.” Kate nodded.

“We have to find her,” Kate said. “Ryan is deeply unhinged.” You spent one night explaining every awful thing she did to you. “I don’t know what she’ll do to her.”

Ryan opened the front door to the house for you to walk inside. You could hear the sound of the ocean and smell the salt. It was once senses that provided you comfort. “Go sit, and I’ll make you something to eat.” She kissed your forehead and laced her hand with yours. She led you to the kitchen island and helped you sit on the bar stool. Round the corner, she began to cook. The pistol was on her back. “I can make your favorite. Shrimp scampi.”

“Sounds great,” you forced a smile. It wasn’t your favorite, but it was the only meal she could cook halfway decently. You looked around the house. It has mostly stayed the same since the last time you were there. “Is this where you’ve been staying?” You asked. Ryan nodded.

“I left for here after you broke up with me,” she flashed you a smile. It scared you. “Which was partly my fault that we broke up, but you also allowed your emotions to get in the way.” Was that her half-ass attempt at an apology? Gaslighting you to believe you acted irrationally. Once upon a time, you would have compromised and taken the blame to keep the peace. But that was before you met Kate, the other Avengers, and learned your worth.

“You’re right,” set a bowl in front of you filled with pasta and shrimp that looked like heated-up leftovers. “I should have stayed and not run.”

“See, like I said, so smart. Now enjoy!” you are as you listen to Ryan droning on and on about the legal battles her family was facing. Never stopped to ask how you were doing. It wasn’t always like this - she showed a loving and caring side for the first year and a half. When you were robed in, trapped, she showed her true colors. She made it impossible for you to leave and broke you down, believing no one could ever love you except her. Once you were both done, you washed the dishes and put the leftover food in the fridge. “I have a surprise for you.” She put her arm around you and brought you upstairs to the master bedroom. She gestured at you to open the closed door, but you hesitated. “Open the door, sweetie.” You wanted to refuse, to be stronger than her, but you needed to keep her calm. You had to make her believe you were on her side. Opening the door, you felt sick. The food you ate turned in your stomach; bile moved up your throat. The windows were covered with blackout curtains; the light bulbs were replaced, so the room glowed red. But the walls were covered with pictures. Most were solo pictures of you going to work, walking Lucky, or shopping. The other photos were of you and Kate. However, Ryan photoshopped her face over Kate’s—the dates Kate took you on, Ryan or someone she hired was there. The worst photos were the ones she somehow got you and Kate in bed. You turned to face her. “Do you like it?”

“How? Why?”

“Oh, sweet girl,” she cupped your cheek. “I told you. You are mine. No one can take you from me. I love you, and I know deep down you love me.” No. No. No. At one point, you did. You loved her so much, but now you hated her. You resented everything she did to you that broke you down.

“No,” you mumbled. Ryan hummed in question. “I don’t love you.” You pushed on her chest and ran for the door. She was quick to react and grab your waist. You fought against her, but she was still stronger than you.

“Pretty girl, please, I don’t want to hurt you,” she threw you on the bed and covered your body with hers, pinning your hands above your head. “Stop struggling.” You kept fighting. You couldn’t give up when you had people waiting for you.

“Please let me go, Ryan, please,” you whimpered, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “I wanna go home.”

“You are home,” Her voice was sickly sweet, and she kissed your cheek dangerously close to your mouth. “You are mine. Now and forever.”

“They cross into New Jersey by the Vincent R. Bridge, and that is where FRIDAY loses them,” Sam explained. Kate found it hard to believe anyone could avoid detection from Tony Stark’s AI. They had footage of you being forced into Ryan’s car and then driving to the bridge. After that, the trail goes dark.

“The Heritages have a few properties in New Jersey,” Maria said. “A few in Newark, Secaucus, and Cape May.”

“Why do you need that many properties in New Jersey?” America mumbled. It was a far point, but Kate was stuck on Cape May. She remembered you telling her stories about a vacation home they owned there. Ryan would take you there after a fight.

“Maria, can you pull up the properties they own in Cape May?” Kate asked.

“If we limit apartment buildings and restaurants,” Jesus, Kate thought, were they trying to create a monopoly? “That leads us to four rental properties.” The front of each house was pulled up on the screen. “Satellite imagining shows vehicles at all 4 of them,” Ryan was brilliant but dangerous, and if they chose the wrong house, she should get tipped off.

“What’s going through your mind, Kate?” Yelena asked.

“She told me that Ryan would bring her to one of these houses after a fight,” Kate explained and stood up. “I just have to think. Give me a second,” she stared at the images, racking her brain for any detail.

‘I know I should hate that place,’ you told her. Your head rested on Kate’s lap with your eyes closed as you told her about your time at Cape May. ‘It was a band-aide that was placed on a serious wound. But I loved being able to walk right on the beach.’

“Remove any of them that don’t have direct access to the beach,” one house was removed. Good. It was a start. Think. Think.

‘There was a pool too. I found myself there when she was off doing god knows what.’

“Do any of them have a pool?” All three pictures remained. “Shit,” she rubbed her hands across her face and crossed her fingers behind her head. It had to be something unique.

‘My favorite part was when we would stay in the master suite, there was a fireplace. I’d love to start a fire and read by it.’

“What house has a fireplace in the master bedroom?” She saw Maria smile, and only one house remained. “That’s where Ryan took her.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked. Yes. No. Maybe.

“Yes, she’s there.” You had to be.

Your body ached as the door opened to Ryan with a glass of water and a wet cloth. She had your arms bonded above your head. Your legs were chained, but she undone them before she had her way with you. Ryan whipped the tears off your face and cleaned between your legs. With even more care, she put on a pair of sleep shorts. “Here,” she held the glass to your lips. “Drink,” you refused to even though you desperately wanted to soothe your throat. Your ex sighed and placed the glass on the nightstand where the pistol was. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying our time together?” You closed your eyes, lips quivering. “Hey,” she slapped you on the cheek, and your eyes shut open. “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

“No,” you answered honestly. “I want to leave.” She stood up and rolled her sleeves to her elbows.

“I gave you everything,” she said. “You are nothing without me. You left me,” she banged her fist against her chest. “For a wannabe Avenger. For a washed-up aristocratic.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” you said. “She is everything you aren’t. You are a -” You let out a shaky breath. “You had your chance, and you blew it. You ripped it up, chewed it, and the more talk you prove it.” Ryan straddled your chest, hand gripping your throat.

“Keep talking. I fucking dare you.” Something snapped inside you. There was so much rage in your stomach.

“You’re such a.” She grabbed the pistol and put it to your temple. “Did you think I would let you crawl back into my life after everything we’ve been through? I’m finally doing better without you.” You spit in her face. A sheering pain rippled through your head. The face before you became unfocused, and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open—a ringing formed in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was the concussion or if you heard the door was forced open. Suddenly, Ryan’s body was ripped off of you, and different hands grabbed onto you. You knew these hands. Warm, calloused hands. She was saying your name, and your arms were freed.

“Kate?” You whispered.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” you choked out a sob and put your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. “I know. I know.” Her voice shook. “You’re safe. Let’s get you home.”

For the first time in the Heritage family’s history, their money and power couldn’t protect them. Ryan was sentenced to prison, and you helped the prosecutors bring down the Heritage family and gave the land back to the ingenious people they stole it from.

Recovery was slow. The injury on your head from Ryan hitting you with the pistol healed, but you would flinch at every loud noise whenever someone touched you, and your nightmares made you believe Ryan was coming back for you. Work allowed you as much time off as needed, so you spent your days locked away in Kate’s apartment.

You were sitting on the window ledge, head resting on the glass. Your hand was running through Lucky’s fur. “Hi,” Kate said, sitting down in front of you. The archer put her Avenger duties on hold until you were better. You felt a little guilty for it.

“Hi,” you whispered, grabbing her hand and interlocking your fingers with hers.

“How’s today going?” She never asked how you were doing. You grew tired of everyone asking you, so she changed the wording but meant the same thing.

“Today is good,” you answered honestly. It was good. There was no nightmare last night that woke you up. You joined Kate on her walk with Lucky. “Katie,” you hummed in question. “You are,” you paused. Was there a singular word to describe her? “Everything. I don’t think I could get through this without you.” The archer smiled.

“Of course you would have,” she said. “You are so much stronger than you think you are. So much more than whatever lies she told you. You are my beautiful, wonderful, brilliant, and strong girlfriend.” You whipped away a few tears that escaped your eyes. “And I will remind you every single day.”

“Yeah?” You smiled. “Every single day?” She giggled, kissing the back of your hand.

“You are stuck with me, baby. I sincerely apologize,” her eyes widened slightly. “Unless you want to get rid of me, then I would understand, but I would be sad.” You giggled. With a roll of your eyes, you moved to sit between her legs. She rested her head on your shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered. She squeaked but covered the surprise noise with kisses on your neck.

“I love you too,” she softly spoke. In your apartment or hers or at the Avenger tower, with Kate’s arms around you, you were home.

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You are the first child of the Florinius family, your birth had predestined you to become the next ruler of H'afeara. But it has been ten long years since the Empire of Aea had declared war upon your home. Ten years fighting to keep your kingdom's independence- for your chance to rule- only for it to ripped away from you. And it's your own fault.

You had one more charge to lead against Aean forces, and you had lost that battle. Losing was no stranger to you, but none had been thorough and devastating. This loss had ended with you being taken as a prisoner of war, and the end of the war soon followed.

Now you are "free", a welcomed "guest" in the Aean court. Being executed would have been a fairer fate.

[Contains elements of: court intrigue, romance, mystery, slice of life, and fantasy]

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This side project is still in the planning stage, and things will be slow to come.

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in progress...

- Semi Customizable MC (personality will be fairly set)

- Make friends, enemies, maybe lovers? Still deciding who gets to be an RO

- Decide how you navigate life in a foreign court

- under construction

Aea Royal Family

Empress Dalia Solia Vespera | she/her | 176

Dalia’s reign has thus far been one of tenuous peace, which is relative. Her predecessor had walked the path of conquest of new territories while Dalia prefers to keep the empire’s current territories in line. She is a calculated and distant with a face that is ever neutral.

King Consort Caesario Julius Vespera | he/they | 140~ish???

The reason for the war.

Edela Soleil Vespera | she/her | 37

Crown heir of the Aean’s empire. Edela is a woman who holds her head high, some may call her over confident but she cares little for the words of others. The lives of most around her mean little to her anyhow. She is also known for her highly destructive gravitational magic and is a formidable battle mage you luckily did not have the misfortune of going up against.

Augustus Valentino Vespera | he/him | 30 | RO

The second in line for the crown is the eldest son of the Vespera family. He is a formidable draconian knight, and the very soldier who struck you down in battle. Despite it all, he seems to be the only member of the royal family who wishes to make your stay at least somewhat bearable.

Camilla Junia Vespera + Camillo Felix Vespera | he/him + she/her | 28 (twins)

The Vespera twins are always found at each other’s side, even on the battle field. They are a terrifying duo, even the most twisted members of the court shudder in their presence. Camillo always has a sinister smile on his lips and is the clear leader of the duo while his sister Camilla trails behind him like a ghost. The two take care of criminals of the highest order, thankfully they were not permitted to try any of their information “extraction” tactics on you.

Diedre Vespera | he/him (atm) | 24 | RO

The youngest of the Vespera children. A sickly man with a bitter disposition. He bears no empathy for others and bringing others down with cruel words is the only thing that seems to bring a smile to his face. He takes special joy in ruining his wife's day.

Aea Royal Court

Astra Aurora Valeria | she/her | 27 | RO

Aurora is an confident woman that many look up to. She is gentle, intelligent, and beautiful, a potent combination that makes her a magnet for the court’s admiration. Occasionally you catch glimpses of cunning ambitions in her eyes. She is also the wife of Diedre Vespera.

Arielle Seballius | he/him | 29 | RO

Ari is Lady Astra Valeria's loyal body guard, wherever she is he is not far behind. Ever since she married into the royal family he has been at her side, though he is not a knight in title or in spirit. He has a playful demeanor but the words that can come out of his mouth are as sharp as his sword, or they would be if he ever carried his weapon with him.

Asrani Alim Valencia | they/them | 26 | RO

Cousin to Lady Aurora Valeria and leading inventor in the courts of Aea, many are jealous of the young noble and believe their position as royal inventor comes from nepotism through their cousin. Asrani is a quiet person always lost in thought, so quiet that it is easy to forget they are right next to you.

Ambrose | she/they | 24 | RO

Ambrose is an actual guest of the court, from the kingdom of Vakar. She is sunny and deeply kind, with an earnest and genuine demeanor that is horribly out of place in such a miserable place. Like a candle in the dark, you don’t know how she still smile in this environment. As sweet as she is her attachment to her “god” is a bit disconcerting.

Ira Maenius | she/her | 35

A noblewoman from the coastal nation of Nizath, one of the empire's closest allies. Her family is known for amazing naval navigation and does a lot of foreign trade. Despite her affinity for water magic, Ira can be a bit hot headed. She is stubborn and quick to react, but she always tries to do right to the best of her ability. But that doesn't mean she can't complain a little while doing it.

Laika Aurelius | she/he | 32 | RO

A disowned child of a merchant family from Vakar, you can't imagine why she lives amongst the Aean court. People do not take too kindly to her and make that quiet known. Perhaps it's because he has a penchant to sleep around, or the fact that he has a sharp tongue that always seems to strike at the most sensitive of nerves. Regardless she seems to be having fun.

Volo | use whatever man | ??? | RO

A mysterious court artist, the empress' favorite at that. You don't know how Volo sees well enough through their mask to paint but you know talent when you see it. Painting is not Volo's only skill, Volo tends to jump from artistic hobby to hobby to fill time. Leaving half finished collages, music sheets, and screen plays in Volo's wake as Volo seeks Volo's next muse.

Noel | they/them | 26 | RO

Once a soldier in the Aean army now a medical professional, Noel is in line to be the next royal physician. They train under the current one and love their work dearly. Noel is compassionate and patient, seeking to soothe whatever pains you regardless of if you are their patient or not. They find beauty in all things, but is partial to the primal beauty of the natural world. Their magic allows them to work in tandem with nature to bring their patients the best medicine possible.

Venus | he/they | 28 | RO

An Aean knight with a grouchy disposition, seemingly friends with Lady Ira Meanius. Their tendency for bluntness and straightforwardness can be is both a blessing and a curse depending on who you ask. Venus is never seen without his scowl and a snide remark on his lips. Despite being a lower ranking knight he holds his head as high as any of the top knights, and takes great pride in his duties. His current one being your personal guard.

Yves | m/f (gender selectable) | ???

Your personal attendant, assigned to make you feel more at home. Dutiful and never heard, like every servant should strive to be.

??? | ??? | ???

Fate is a strange thing isn’t it?

??|??|??

Some things were never meant to be...

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crazystargirl · 6 months

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omg hiiii! i missed you! I honestly wish you would write a fic where jack and reader get caught kissing by either the avatar crew or the scream crew...or both tbh and then jack gets all flustered and awkward and yn is just like "yeah i did that"

I just thought it was a cute idea especially with your writing. No rush! I'm so glad your back and I hope you feel better now

lovebirds!

pairing ! - jack champion x reader

word count ! - 0.6k

a/n ! - hi babe!! sorry my hiatus was so long 😭 but i am feeling much better now since ive been distancing myself from some of the ppl that im in a somewhat toxic relationship with. but i hope you like this since i might be a little rusty lmao, this is also somewhat of a sequel to take one

after meeting on the set of avatar 2, you and jack were very close to one another and your relationship got even better when you both found out you had roles in scream 6

jack was playing one of the ghostfaces, ethan landry, and you were playing his love interest who knew all about his family's little secret

you guys grew close to the cast, but chose to keep your relationship private since if there was one thing you knew about jack, it was that he got VERY flustered when people started teasing him about you and would basically just give away the whole secret

that's why the avatar cast knew about your relationship and which is why you made jack keep your relationship a secret from the scream cast

and it worked out just fine, you guys acted like a goofy duo in public and a couple who seemed really in love in private

until you decided one day that jack looked WAYYYY too kissable in his halloween outfit

you two were sitting on the set of the house where the frat party was taking place, jack in his murder party costume and you in the lavender fairy outfit

there was a few issues with the set that they were fixing and jenna, jasmin, and devyn were going over lines which left you very bored

jack nudged you with a small grin

"you look so bored out of your mind right now"

you turn to him with a smirk and he knew damn well you had an idea that he wasn't going to agree with but would go along with any way since he loved you so much

"well i am…can we go back to your trailer?"

"y/n/n…"

jack gave you a knowing look but still allowed you to drag him to his trailer

he sat down and you quicky sat next to him, kissing him as he swatted you away but was also bringing you closer at the same time?

"y/n your makeup is gonna get ruined…" jack murmured as you pulled away for air

"jack it's ok! they can just redo it" you replied, going in for another kiss and jack gave in, pulling you on his lap

you kept kissing for what felt like hours and you two were in your own little world that you didn't even hear devyn and jenna giggling and approaching the trailer

suddenly the door slams open and you hear jenna gasp and devyn squeal in excitement

"fuck fuck fuck" jack mutters, getting you off of his lap before one of them could get the other cast members to come

he stood up, pulling you up with him just as mason and jasmin came

"so we caught the two lovebirds kissing" devyn says with a grin as jenna nods excitedly

jack shakes his head and gets flustered but you on the other hand? you couldn't be more fazed

"ok yeah we were kissing, we're dating so what's the problem?"

everyone looks at you in shock even jack, not expecting you to be so straight forward with your relationship

"oh um nothing! it's just we're all shocked" mason replied, scratching the back of his neck

"we'll leave you two love birds now, just don't give her a hickey!" jasmin says, walking out as mason, jenna, and devyn follow her

devyn slams the door shut and jack looks down at you, feeling flustered

"well that was um"

you giggle and pull him down for a kiss, which he gladly accepted to soothe him from the shock of whatever the fuck he just witnessed

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space-noods · 22 days

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Physical

JJK x Neko! Y/N

“Are pictures normally part of the physical?”

Shoko hummed. “Yeah, it’s to closer compare changes in your body before and after training.” She continued clicking the button on the camera. “You might as well smile and pose since I’m taking so many.”

Looking nervously away from her, you missed the devious smile on her lips. “Wouldn’t that kind of ruin the before and after photo?”

“We can retake the pose in the after pictures too.”

“Right… well do I have to wear this for the photos?”

As the medic in training, it was Shoko’s job to do physicals on all the Jujutsu students. This was nothing new to you. While your clan was a little behind the times, many members were accomplished doctors. As the strongest of your kit, you were closely observed. From your diet to training, everything you did was prescribed by the doctors in the family. So when Shoko approached you about your physical, you really didn’t mind. You were a little confused by how much the higher ups trusted a student to perform as a doctor, but you shrugged that thought off. She wasn’t just any student; she had a reversed cure technique.

In your physicals at home, you were often asked to wear a sports bra and running shorts and nothing more. And when Shoko handed you a bag with clothes you had assumed it was something similar. And sure, the material of the clothes was similar to sportswear. But once you put it on, you noticed there was a big discrepancy between the clothes you expected and the clothes you were wearing.

Instead of a normal sports bra, the cups in this one had little to no support and were more triangular. They barely cover your more sensitive parts and offered a generous amount of side boob. All tied together with a ribbon. The bottoms were worse. You had yet to even wear anything as scandalous as it. The amount of fabric used (or lack thereof) should be considered illegal.

“Just trust me (Name). As an up and coming doctor it’s like illegal to lie to you, I think.”

You weren’t convinced. “Right…”

Shoko insisted you pose and smile. Many times, she would physically force you to hold complicated poses. All while liberally petting your ears and tail.

“You’re tail is really long. I bet your anatomy is pretty wicked.”

“How many more pictures must you take Shoko? This feels a little excessive.”

“Just one more…” She went behind you positioning the camera close to your ass. It was at this moment that you realized what she was doing. Your tail whipped around grabbing the camera and crushing it. Shoko looked up slowly, her guilty eyes meeting your own glaring ones.

“Lucky for you, seems like we’re done!”

Taking the remains of the camera, she ran out. You put your uniform on angrily. Why were those three so hellbent on harassing you! Heading out of the ‘infirmary’ you stomped your way through the commons. Sitting on the couch Gojo and Geto eyed you as you walked past them. Gojo almost leaped out of the seat to jump onto you, but as he rose Geto held the back of his collar.

“Shoko must have done something to her. There’s no point in bothering that stubborn cat. Let’s go to the source.”

Nodding, the duo headed towards Shoko’s room. There, they found her smirking to herself as she looked through another camera. They didn’t bother knocking before making themselves at home. Gojo laid face down on one side, while Geto leaned on the drawer next to the bed.

“She’s acclimating to the modern world pretty quick, but not quick enough!” She evilly giggled to herself.

“Yeah, she used to speak so formally! It was cute! She was like a little alien. Remember how she spent a whole day looking at the microwave?” Gojo sighed fondly, stroking the pillow near him as if it were your head.

“What did you do to her, Shoko. Her tail was raised and she was chittering all the way back to her room. Even her teeth were poking out. You and Satoru need to stop bothering her.”

Shoko scoffs, not taking her eyes off the camera. “As if you have the right to critique me. I know you harass her as much as we do! Anyways… you two might be interested in what I have~”

Gojo’s head peaked and Geto leaned closer.

“She got a little pissed when she figured out what I was doing. She’s quick, y know? So she she broke my camera with her tail. I won’t lie, it was pretty cool. But there went 30 minutes of hard work. Too bad she didn’t destroy the chip~”

At the end of her monologue she flipped the camera, showing the tiny screen. As Geto and Gojo leaned in, they made out a picture of you bash fully posing in a black bikini. Instantly, they reached out for the camera, desperate to see the picture closer. Just as they reached it, Shoko snatched the camera away.

“If you want to see more, you’ll have to pay up!”

Thanks for Reading!

More Neko Reader:

Neko Reader Blurb (JJK)

Neko Reader Origin (JJK)

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*crashes my imaginary car into your inbox*

OLLIE WHO WAS ADOPTED BY READER'S FAMILY!!!!!

I know this is a major shift in established dynamics but hear me out!!!

What if Oliver's tales about his home life were actually true, worse even so he ended up an orphan? He gets adopted by Reader's parents for the optics mainly because it makes them look good and they figure it'll provide their heir with a companion.

So they become this peculiar little duo, both very observant of the world and people around them. Ollie is a stranger to this world of the ultra rich and endures etiquette classes.

Oliver Quick becomes Oliver L/N, the boy uplifted from squalor by the heroic family *eye roll*

Reader is fiercely protective of their brother and will ruin anyone that insinuates he's not ~really~ family

I know we've never really discussed the ancestral home of Reader but I imagine it is every bit as grand and impressive as Saltburn. Ollie's favorite room is definitely the massive library.

BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS A LOT OF COURSE I LOVE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS!!!!

Of course your parents love the optics of it all.

You're six when they adopt Oliver, and he's five; this mousy little thing who doesn't smile often and barely speaks and can't look you in the eyes. He shys away from your overbearing, performative parents, but you seem to be able to see how overwhelmed he's getting. There's no words in your first interaction, only gestures, taking and keeping Oliver's focus as best you can to ground him in the moment; you teach him a simple game, and he returns the favour. Not a word between you two. By the end of the visit, you realise the adults have gone quiet; your parents and Oliver's case worker are just watching you both, marvelling. As you're looking away, Oliver himself finally steps towards you, taking your hand carefully and half hiding himself from them behind you, as if already deciding to trust you. You and Oliver had begun the day as strangers, and ended as siblings.

Your parents love to tell anyone who will listen about how when you first met Oliver you 'practically fixed yourself to his side and haven't moved since'. You look like the perfect family in photos, and the press is quick to forget how little research your parents did on the last charity they very publicly supported, and it's less than ideal history. Oliver learns to smile on command the way you feel like you've always known, but at least they don't make the two of you seperate in these moments.

Oliver says your house is like a fairy tale. At first he sticks close by you, overwhelmed by it all, but as the days turn to weeks and then months, you start to lose him as he goes exploring amongst the estate's many rooms and corridors. No-one knows the old house better then you, but Oliver is a close second; Nan says Mother used to scurry around just like you did, used to know every trick the old house had, but that was a lifetime ago.

Mother's study locks from the inside and Father works long hours in the city, so it's up to you to help Oliver settle in with the nannys and the tutors and the rest of the staff. Your parents like to buck tradition, so they're not precious enough to hire anyone to teach Oliver the etiquette that usually comes with wealth and a house like this, so long as he was polite and respectful and sweet faced in public, they couldn't care less which fork he used for salad. Honestly adults at events found his lack of grace and understanding of their unspoken rules charming in its sincerity. You, however, know that their condescending adoration grates on your brother's nerves as they talk to him like he was some kind of pet.

On the weekends Nan comes over, and it's clear that Oliver likes her the best of all the adults in your lives. Like you she doesn't pressure him to talk, always taking his silence in stride, but also taking the time and putting in the effort to understand him when he does try and communicate, however that may be.

In public - not that you're in public a lot - you and Oliver tend to cling to each other. As you grow older, even as you stop physically holding on to each other, you barely seem to stray from each other's shadow. Of the two of you, Oliver still is the far more reserved one, happy to let you do the talking most of the time, often only sharing his thoughts as quiet asides to you alone.

Considering your parents had no choice but to publicly acknowledge you in this universe, you and Oliver very much grow up in the public eye. The strange, observant duo who seemed to have the uncanny ability to wrap rooms full of adults, the upper echelons of society, around their little fingers, grow into beautiful and bitchy socialites.

Considering you're both getting privately tutored instead of going to a proper school, most of your time is spent travelling and attending events. Following the various Fashion Weeks around the world is a yearly tradition since you were teens, you go to concerts and film festivals and galas, always together, always inseperable. Or at least, inseperable when being seen by people who might matter. Oliver's confidence grows, he's far more open and even talkative in public than when he was a kid, but there's comfort in your established dynamic too. It returns most often at formal events, with Oliver half a step behind you, murmuring his commentary and amusing aside to you throughout the night.

A few of the independent tabloids your family didn't own print unsavoury rumours about your closeness, but those get pulled from news stands within the day, and a few threats of defamation lawsuits make them think twice before printing those kinds of articles again.

Everyone in the Western world knows who you both are, or has at least heard of you. But thankfully it's been years since anyone had tried to tie Oliver back to the Poor Orphan Boy he was when he'd first been adopted. By the time you both get to Oxford, he's been your brother for so long that it's like the world has thankfully forgotten that it's not by blood.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick imagine #oliver ln au #head heart hand fic #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #it shouts back

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´Like a date ?’ Part 2

Part 1 , Part 2 (this one) , Part 3

House md!James Wilson x reader

summary: when House invites Wilson's crush on a date for revenge or when Wilson falls madly in love with a member of House's team

TW: House being house, mention of failed marriages and divorce, some house’s jokes and for this story I don’t mention the presence of Cameron, the reader being the main female character in the House team.

(ok I definitely imagine Izzie as my character physically, but that's just a suggestion)

Remember:

Y/n : Your Name

Y/F : Your Family name

h/c : your Hair Color

sorry for the grammar mistakes, enjoy!

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30 minutes.

30 freaking minutes since you had been waiting for him.

When House unexpectedly suggested going out tonight with you this morning, you were surprised; it really wasn't his style, so you became cautious.

Why on earth would House want to go out with you tonight?

He then mentioned needing company for the event he had to attend, claiming it was mandatory—a lame excuse that you obviously didn't buy.

"But isn't Wilson available tonight?"

You knew their duo was inseparable under normal circumstances, so for Wilson to refuse to accompany him seemed suspicious.

"He's busy tonight... Well, listen, if you really don't want to come..."

He played the victim card, portraying poor House who had no friends to accompany him tonight.

...And you fell right into it.

"No, no, I never said I didn't want to come, I'm just trying to gather information and-"

"Alright, tonight at my place at 7:30, don't be late" he suddenly said, his vitality restored, then swiftly left the office without giving me a chance to finish my sentence.

That's how you found yourself on a Friday night at 8:05, desperately waiting for your boss outside his house.

Leaning against your car, you checked your watch for the hundredth time.

Since you didn't even have time to ask, you didn't know what to wear. Monster Trucks... How does one dress for such an event?

You ended up choosing a simple black jeans, a long-sleeved top of the same color with a V-neck, and a dark brown leather jacket to keep warm. Your hair was down and starting to tangle in the wind.

8:10

Did House stand you up? No, he's cynical, sarcastic, and his humor isn't for everyone, but House isn't mean.

What if this was a bad joke? You quickly dismissed that thought.

House just needed someone for tonight, that's all.

Still, you wondered why your oncology doctor couldn't accompany him; it wasn't like him to leave a friend alone. But who were you to know how he is?

8:14, if House didn't show up by 8:20, you were definitely leaving.

Anyway, you were curious about where Wilson was spending his evening.

House mentioned he was busy; it must be something important. A date? But with whom?

As far as you knew, alias what House told you (of course, with no innuendos), the doctor wasn't seeing anyone at the moment—not that you cared, but it was surprising.

But as your boss said, Wilson excels at many things but has no luck with relationships.

You sighed in frustration, 8:16, four more minutes and you were gone.

Do you enjoy Wilson's company? Yes.

Do you find him cute? Yes.

Have you had a secret crush on him since the first day you saw him? Yes.

Do you struggle to understand how such an incredible and kind man could be alone? Yes.

But were you going to do anything about it? No.

You appreciate Wilson, sure, you wanted more than just colleagues, but as stubborn and confident as you are, you didn't have the strength and courage to ask him out.

Wilson was the head of the oncology department and a renowned doctor in the hospital whom everyone liked. He liked you too, but not in the same way.

Even though House keeps teasing you with remarks and innuendos, deep down, you knew Wilson clearly wasn't interested in you, and it wasn't worth ruining a friendship between colleagues over a simple date.

8:18, you were going to kill House if he didn't come out of that apartment.

Just as you were about to leave, grabbing your car keys, you heard a door lock and saw House stepping out of his apartment.

"50 minutes!" you exclaimed.

"It's been 50 minutes since I've been waiting for you. I don't think you realize how rude it is to keep someone waiting for so long. I mean, have you seen the ti-"

"Get in the back," he said, pulling out a keychain.

Still shocked and angry, you didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Excuse me?"

Beep beep.

A motorcycle, please tell me this is a joke, you think.

"We're not really going on a motorcycle, are we?"

"Why not? Do you have a problem with my baby? Don't worry; there's no way you're driving it."

"But, I mean, your leg, how?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Are you coming or not? We're already late."

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You dismounted from the motorcycle and waited for him to take his cane out of its case before leaving.

"So, this is where it happens," you began, looking at numerous trucks of all colors with strange paintings in front of you, they were huge and some were completely destroyed.

Well, you didn't have to be a genius to understand that you knew nothing about all this, but you made an effort for House; he had invited you, after all.

"yes, the sacred temple of Monster Trucks!" House replied cheerfully.

You rarely saw him so happy.

"Let's go then! We have a meeting in 5 minutes in front of the cotton candy stand."

"A meeting? But we're already here, and the show starts in at least 15/20 minutes..."

House turned towards you, a playful and mischievous smile on his face, a sign that he was proud of his move.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that we're not alone tonight?" he said with a voice that pretended to be innocent.

You blinked twice, not quite sure you understood everything.

"Oops, I can be really absent-minded sometimes," he added, putting a hand over his mouth. He started to head towards the entrance.

"W-wait," you tried to catch up with him.

"I don't understand, does that mean you invited me from the start, saying you were alone when in reality you weren't?"

"Uh, yes."

"But why, I mean why invite me and who are these people, do I know them? House, I'm warning you, if you're getting me into some shady plan..."

He stopped and turned towards you.

"I invited you because I'm in love with you."

You stopped talking for two seconds, looking at him, his serious gaze fixed on you.

"Cut the shit House."

He rolled his eyes.

"Normally, this is supposed to work and shut you up longer, darn it."

"Do I at least know these people, House?"

He sighed, continuing to walk and putting on his 'Monster Truck' cap.

"You'll see, come on, let's move."

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Wilson's POV:

I had been waiting there with Ben for 30 minutes. House was, of course, late as usual.

I glanced at my watch one last time and sighed in despair.

I looked at my friend next to me, devouring a hot dog; at least he didn't seem to be complaining.

I wondered if House had really invited someone tonight, and if so, who on earth would have accepted to come with him on a Friday night at the last minute?

I made a mental list of names, but I couldn't think of anyone capable of coming to see Monster Trucks in the company of House.

Had he paid someone, an actor... no, that wasn't House's style... was it?

Suddenly, I finally saw him coming from afar, but I didn't see anyone next to him.

When I spotted a silhouette I knew all too well.

"Wow, who's the babe next to House?" Ben whistled beside me.

I shot him a cold look that he didn't notice, too busy looking at the young woman in front of us: Y/n.

House, I'm going to kill you...

They approached us, and I finally saw her face. She looked slightly surprised to see me at first, but quickly caught herself and gave me a warm smile.

God, her smile...

She was very beautiful, with her leather jacket and black jeans that accentuated but not too much her curves. Her h/c hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

To say she wasn't a 'babe,' to quote Ben, would be a lie.

She was beautiful, young, and elegant. But it wasn't just for these reasons that I had a crush on her for the past 4 months.

She's also an excellent doctor, always very serious, ready to help her patients. Working for House requires patience, which she has, in addition to being one of the kindest and sweetest person I've ever met.

She never complains about work; she's one of the few people who can stand up to House and not let herself be pushed around. And her perfume...

Well, yes, I was falling for her, a little bit…

"Wilson, as promised, my guest for tonight," House began proudly.

"I think you already know Doctor Y/F, don't you?" he continued, giving me a look full of innuendos and challenge.

I was going to kill him...

"Um, yes, of course, good evening, Doctor Y/F," I said, stepping closer to shake her hand.

She approached, shook my hand, and replied, "Good evening. You know, you can call me Y/n outside of work," she said, smiling timidly, her h/c strands falling slightly on the sides of her face.

My god...

"And Y/n, this is Patrick, Wilson's friend," House continued, nodding towards Ben.

"In fact, it's B-"

"Anyway, shouldn't we get going?" House cut in, taking another sip of his soda.

I stopped listening to him; I was looking at Y/n in front of me. She seemed to be observing the surrounding buildings. She was so beautiful, but she seemed not to even realize it, as if she didn't mean to drive me crazy with every little gesture.

Suddenly, she turned her face and looked at me. She saw that I was admiring her.

I didn't even look away; I stared right into her eyes, and her cheeks blushed slightly.

We stared at each other like that for a few seconds before House, with a mischievous smile, looked between us and said:

"Alright, let's go people”

The evening was going to be long, very long, and complicated...

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Alright my honey pops, I've managed to find a solution. After my desperate message yesterday, I started thinking, and I decided to divide this story into 3 parts. It seems simpler and better to me because otherwise, part 2 would have been too long. Plus, it gives me a bit more time to finish the 3rd part. So, I'll keep a bit of suspense 🫢… Anyway, thank you for all the support; I don't think you realize how much it can help an author gain confidence. I hope you enjoyed it!!

Tags: @x-uno , @marauderingpaige , @ieatbarsoap , @silverwillow67 , @totallynottrinn

#james wilson x reader #james wilson #james wilson x y/n #y/n #house md #gregory house #house #fanfiction #house imagine #x reader #james wilson x you #James wilson imagine #dr wilson #house x wilson #dr house #Like a date?

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Asriel & Toriel | Chara & Asgore

So, we all know the Dreemurr family loved each other very much.

However, parents and kids can have favorites, and I believe that Asriel and Toriel / Chara and Asgore were specially close.

Here’s proof for each duo (that I got from memory):

Asriel & Toriel:

- Asriel/Flowey, even after trying really hard and failing every time, really believed that being with TORIEL would make him feel love again, feel like himself again. And I think that says a lot.

To be honest while I searched through screenshots, Toriel seems to love her children pretty equally (she is THE goat mom so I get it). But Asriel definitely seems to have been closer to her than his father (not that he doesn’t love him as well of course).

- Toriel obviously still misses Asriel deeply, and has a lot of regrets. She is a bit too drunk in this scene but I like to think she managed to recognize Asriel in flowey somewhat. But that’s more like self indulgence on my part.

- Asriel/Flowey still loves Toriel very much. Even before Frisk fell into the underground and he still had his view of “kill or be killed” - he still was empathetic enough to give her a glass of water everytime she passed out. So he cares, always have, just doesnt want to admit it.

(I would also mention how Flowey still hanged around in the ruins all the time. Some would say he was just waiting for humans to fall down or something, but I say he just liked to be around Toriel and I will die on this hill).

- I always found it interesting how Asriel hesitates before saying Toriel’s name here. Of course, he didn’t mention Asgore because Frisk didn’t spend that much time with him but considering previous proof, I’d like to include this here anyway.

Annnnd that’s all I could find (from memory) for them! Feel free to add to this!

Chara & Asgore:

Surprisingly for me, I found a lot! Really thought it was gonna be the other way around here.

- They both seem to have a great love for flowers and gardening! They probably bonded a lot through it.

- Asgore specifically recalling the “feeling of hope” in Chara’s eyes. I thought it was sweet :)!

- It’s heavily implied that Chara was the one that made the sweater. Asriel could have helped, but considering that in the No-Mercy run, Chara doesn’t have a special comment towards the macaroni art that was also made for Asgore - you could safely assume that Asriel made the macaroni art and Chara made the sweater. It was also probably very big and a lot of work, Asgore is a very big monster after all.

- Flowey being extremely sure that Asgore would show the souls to Chara, even after not showing it to Asriel (since that was probably one of the ways Flowey tried to get to them). You can argue it would be because Chara/Frisk would be the last human and Asgore would show it when fighting them..but it doesn’t really fit with the way Flowey says it I think, it was very specifically Chara.

- Chara and Asgore shared love for tea... and how Asgore’s favorite tea is the golden flower tea. Since golden flowers only bloomed in the underground after Asriel and Chara died, and it was Chara’s favorite flower, They probably told Asgore about how you can make tea with them and reccomended it to him. I wish they could have enjoyed it together.

- And also how Chara’s favorite flower is literally everywhere in new home.

Aaaand that’s it from them as well! Feel free to add more if you find it also!

Now that you have seen the ultimate proof for both cases, do you see it nowdo you see thevdo you see the vision--

#I might do another post for Chara & Toriel and Asriel & Asgore simply because I love this family to death they make me so sick #but I do believe that Azzy and Toriel | Chara and Asgore were closer yes #I imagine someone already made a post about this in 7 years of fandom but I dont care #I cant shut up about them ok #Feel free to disagree with me too lmao as long as you bring your own arguments #I take all I can get from this family you dont understand #show me the angstiest shit #feed me #anyway haha im mentally ill #undertale #chara dreemurr #chara #asriel #asriel dreemurr #toriel #asgore dreemurr #asgore

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Favourite Moriarty the Patriot Relationships! (Platonic and Romantic)

Spoliers Below the cut !!

Mycroft & Sherlock

I do not think there is another Big brother and Little brother relationship I love more then these two. (I mean sure Fuegoleon and Leopold put I mean…) I am dying to know about their past and how they grew up if they were together or separate. When Mycroft first walked through that door and started talking to John I knew he was somewhat related to Sherlock. (I mean, could you not tell?-). Mycroft is that one older sibling who would bring trouble to themselves just to help Sherlock in some way. Sherlock being an idiot doesn't realise it though. Also their nicknames for each other are so cute, Sherly and Mycky.

William x Sherlock

Now. Where do I begin. They are canon and there is nothing you can do to convince me they are not. Sherlock went through all of that trouble just to save Liam. He even jumped off just for him. THEY WERE LITERAL HUGGING WHILE FALLING. I mean if you ask me that is pretty romantic. In the manga Billy literally confirmed it for us when william said 'I want us to live together, share our worries together.' DNHWIQEOHFNLDA Then billy just ruins the moment by saying 'Are you done with your wedding vows?'. Now I am going to shut up.

All of these guys

They are a literal family! Who needs annoying ass noble parents. (Louis is supposed to be there but um- this gif was too pretty not to use) You can tell how upset everyone was finding out William was going to die. Even Louis went against him! Moran didn't want to accept it, he wanted to die with William but he didn't let so he just had to go along with it. Fred and Louis visited Sherlock so he can save him. Albert pinned all the blame on himself. Bond- ummm Well uh yeah-

John & Sherlock

These two are just so funny. John cares about Sherlock, Sherlock cares about John although he is horrible at showing it. The scene after they had saved John from being accused of murder. Sherlock really tried hard to apologise but John knows he is horrible at it. Also when Sherlock got 'arrested' you could see how angry and upset John was since he did it for John and Mary to get married. And their reunion!! John kinda looks like an idiot did crack up but um. still love those two. 'Just as I have a need for you, you have a need for me' says Sherlock

Mycroft X Albert

I honestly don't know how I grew a liking to these two but I guess I just did. They would make a funny duo. Protective older brothers for the win! I do hope to see them interact some more! But out of all honesty Albert is kinda dry but I still love him, they are both very calm and will have a nice healthy relationship (who am I lying to-) They are a chaotic duo in their own way. Mycroft used to really trust Albert before he found out he was the Lord of Crime.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukuko no moriarty #sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #mycroft holmes #james bond yukoku no moriarty #fred porlock #sebastian moran #sebastian moran moriarty the patriot #john watson #sherliam

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Alright it's almost Hispanic Heritage month again yall. Here's a list of Animated characters that I, a Latina, cried over when I found out they were Latin American

For clarification, "Found out" means, having no previous knowledge of said characters and within the context of the show/movie they are confirmed Latin American.

(From the perspective of a Costa Rican 🇨🇷 specifically)

The entire Madgrial Family (Encanto)

The moment I saw the teaser trailer for Encanto I started crying. I was so BEYOND EXCITED to see real, true, positive beautiful Latin American representation in a Disney movie. I'm not even Colombian but seeing something like this become so popular made me so happy. Being able to fully understand "Dos Orugitas" in Spanish just hits so different, its not the same in English. It's such a beautiful step for Latin American representation, and I'm so excited to see what comes next for us. (Still holding out for my Latina Disney princess tho. And no, Elena doesn't count) I've also been told I look just like Mirabel and seeing a character that looks like me in a Disney movie just made my heart soar.

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Bruh a bisexual Latina with mommy issues AND she's bilingual??? She's just like me fr.

Lance McClain (V*ltron Legendary Defender)

He was my absolute favorite character in V*ltron and I will NEVER forgive them for ruining his arc and making him sad forever. He deserved a happy ending. He's NOT "just a boy from Cuba", he's so important and lovely.

Miles Morales (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)

I'm not a comic book reader, so Into the Spiderverse was the first time I met Miles. Finding out he was Afro Latino made me heart soar. He's a sweet boy, such a good character in the movie, and definitely deserved the Oscar. Can't wait for the sequel.

Claire Nuñez (Tales of Arcadia)

Claire is literally such a badass. She's amazing, an amazing character, her story with Jim is beautiful. Love it when she's speaks Spanish. 10/10 character (Watch Tales of Arcadia it's really good)

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Ducktales 2017)

King of my heart. Wholesome dork. Voiced by Lin Manuel Miranda.

Gosalyn Mallard (Ducktales 2017)

What I literal icon. I really really REALLY hope that the rumored Darkwing Duck reboot uses the DT 2017 versions of the DW characters cause this Gosalyn is a QUEEN

Hector Nieves Aka: Hi-Five (Glitch Techs)

Glitch techs was such a cute show it deserved to keep running. Screw Nickelodeon for canceling it just as it was starting to get interesting. Anyway this dork is adorable. Bilingual gamer king.

Troy Sandoval (Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts)

Hi this cutie patootie is a literal king. He and Benson are so cute together. (GO WATCH KIPO AND THE AGE OF WONDERBEASTS ON NETFLIX I PROMISE YOU'LL LOVE IT)

Honorable Mentions:

(From top to bottom, left to right. Tumblr only allows 10 images at a time so I had to combine them)

• Señor Hueso and Capitan Piel, who together make the icon Don Suave (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2018):

I literally laugh my ass off whenever I watch the episode "Hidden City Job" and they do the whole Don Suave bit. Like it's so over the top yet accurate to telenovela characters that I can't help but laugh every time. When they first introduced Capitan Piel, I instantly laughed so hard before they even translated it because they did the whole Skin and Bones bit and I just thought it was so clever. 10/10 duo I'd love to see more of them. (GO WATCH ROTTMNT PLEASE THEY NEED ALL THE SUPPORT THEY CAN GET IF THEY WANT A SEASON 3)

• Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

People were giving Vivziepop shit accusing her of making Vaggie the "angry Latina stereotype) and I couldn't disagree more. Vaggie is perfectly fine as a character, and I can't wait to see what they do with her in the official Hazbin Hotel series!!

• Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas and Ferb was the first fandoms I was ever in, and Isabella holds such a special place in my heart. Love her to pieces

• Marco Diaz (Star vs. The Forces of Evil)

Svtfoe was also one of the first fandoms I was in, so seeing one of the leads be portrayed as Mexican made 12 year old me so happy.

• Miguel Rivera (Coco)

Coco is such a beautiful movie, and I ONLY watch it in Spanish. Miguel is such a sweet and special boy, he really brought the joy of music back into his family.

• Soos (Jesus) Alzamirano Ramirez

Gravity Falls was ALSO one of the first fandoms I was in (PnF, GF, and Svtfoe were my main 3 for a time), and finding out this loveable goof was Latino made me really happy

• Princess Elena Castillo Flores

Now she may not be an official Disney princess (she doesn't meet all the requirements to be part of the franchise) but that doesn't mean she isn't excellent representation for young children. Although the show doesn't represent one specific Latin American country/culture, the show does have bits and pieces of many different LatAm cultures, and even some indigenous inspiration here and there with all the mythology aspects. It isn't perfect, but I do still appreciate Elena's presence in Disney.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month everyone!!!

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I still very much believe that Sir Hiss, Kaa, Ushari, and Fu-xi should be a squad so have some headcanons:

It starts off with Sir Hiss meeting Kaa at like a Disney Villain bar or the House of Mouse and them becoming friends

They eventually find Ushari’s ghost slithering around and Hiss asks if he’d like to hang out with them. Ushari’s surprised they can see him but agrees anyway and they become a trio

Fu-xi has somehow found his way to the Disneyverse and ends up saving the trio (well duo since Ushari can’t get hurt anymore) from some kind of danger. Hiss knows the newcomer isn’t exactly from here, but he accepts and befriend him anyway because as Ushari once said: “Sisi Ni Sawa”

Fu-xi was the first one to figure out Ushari’s actually a ghost. His new cobra friend refusing to eat was suspicious enough, but then he started to notice that nobody even touched him. Wasn’t until Fu-xi went to give Ushari a hug (whatever the snake equivalent looks like) and passes right through him

When Ushari finally confessed, Hiss and Kaa were understandably freaked out, but Ushari assured them he wasn’t here to haunt anyone and got a lot of support when his friends learned about his story

Fu-xi and Ushari are BFF’s and no I will not elaborate

Hiss and Kaa defenitely have a thing going on cuz gay snakes am I right?

Kaa, Ushari, and Fu-xi HATE Prince John for obvious reasons. Ushari because he sees him as pathetic, Fu-xi because John’s a two-legger who looks down on serpents (to his credit, it’s not entirely false), and Kaa just gets bad vibes from him

They have all seen how PJ treats Hiss and he straight up would have died if it wasn’t for Hiss stopping his friends. Fu-xi has repeatedly offered to kill him since he’s promised no one harms a serpent while he lives. PJ’s admittedly scared of all of them, especially after Fu-xi tried to lunge at him going “HOW DARE YOU TREAT HIM LIKE THAT!”

They’re a bit more lenient and understanding with Shere Kahn. Especially, Fu-xi since they both share that hatred of two leggers

Shere Kahn: Those two-leggers are horrible. All they do is ruin things for us

Fu-xi: THANK YOU, FINALLY. SOMEONE GETS IT!

They all have some sort of role: Sir Hiss is the leader and the nicest one, Ushari’s the smart and wise mentor, Fu-xi is their bodyguard, and Kaa is the impulsive comic relief (or should I say KAA-mic relief—I’m sorry I’ll go in the corner)

Fu-xi has been trying to teach the others how to be more intimidating. It’s not going well.

I like to imagine Jormungandr from Ducktales hangs out with them every once in a while (when not in his stone form). He gives Fu-xi fighting tips. Hiss looks at him respectively (and by that i mean he’s internally going “awooga” at the sight of him)

Ushari was the one to give him a chance since the demigod reminds him of a certain friend of his (it’s Kenge. They both share the same VA lol)

Hiss, Kaa, and Fu-xi have probably met the skinks at some point. They think they’re downright ADORABLE

Kaa forgets his hypnotizing powers don’t work on other snakes so he’ll be like “Truuuuusssst in meeeee~” and Ushari would be like 😐

All of them had a rough upbringing but everyone agrees Fu-xi had it the hardest. I imagine after he tells his story about how his family was persecuted due to racism, everyone else was all

The reason why they’re all besties in the first place is that they all bond over being disrespected

Not only is their friend group like a support group, but they honestly bring out the best in each other. They’re better snakes now :)

#not me infodumping on a crossover that doesn’t exist #had to include jormungandr cuz he’s literally a world-eating serpent #i imagine the squad finding norse mythology fascinating #disney #sir hiss #kaa #ushari #fu-xi #the lion guard #disney robin hood #the jungle book #kung fu panda #ducktales 2017

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Why Chilton ruined Rory.

Believe it of not, Rory's ruin didnt come from the people, or the environment. In fact it wasn't even Chilton itself, Chilton was a great experience for Rory.

Then your probably wondering what are you talking about. If it wasn't Chilton, then what is your point?

It was what became -- because of Chilton. Lorelai desire for Rory to go to Chilton was even stronger than her desire to keep limited contact with her parents. I mean wasn't that the point? We see that.

But what we don't see is what breaking that dam meant.

Rory is a child of poverty.

We don't see that, because what we see is a two story house, take out everyday, more books than it seems logical. We see a perfectly normal upper middle class family.

But for all of Rory's life before the two story house, was a shed in the back of the inn her mum worked in.

Rory's world was nothing like we see at the start of Gilmore girls. Which makes why she fell apart as a character so much more clear.

Poverty, meant that things were out of reach -- if Rory got one book for the year that was hers and not one from a library. That was something to treasure, because she only had a sixteen year old who was only now getting her shit together for a mum. I'm sure things were tight for a long time.

So with everything out of reach, everything behind a clear glass so little Rory could see it but never have it because they never had enough -- that gives purpose.

Now with only her mum and maybe her mum's co workers to help look after her, then the older towns folk. I'm sure Rory found herself unable to do much more that sit quietly and read. I'm sure, she quickly put two and two together like kids tend to do when they know their parents are in a rough spot. They try to not be too demanding and keep to themselves, they 'mature.'

She read, she did her school work, and she dreamed about far off places, she dreamed about being an explore, seeing the world. Helping the work, telling stories for those that couldn't. Her pen would be her weapon to fight the evils of the world.

She dreamt about getting out of poverty and I'm sure like all of us, her mum told her the only was she could was to get a good job.

She told her, "but to do that you need to finish middle school, highschool and go to college. The better the college the better your chances at success!"

So Rory started to study and take her school work more seriously. She's working hard to achieve something impossible from where she's standing.

All of us normal people know, something like an ivy league college like Yale or Harvard is impossible. We don't have the resources, or the time or money. And if somehow we did work hard and somehow got in -- we'd be struggling somehow. Maybe we have to help out with the family: chores that your parents can't do or having to pick up part time work so you can help out or looking after siblings.

Even as an only child with a single mum working as a maid it just won't seem likely. This was Rory's drive. Because all she has known up till now was scarifice.

I'm not sure when things started to turn up for the mother daughter duo because Rory was only 15/16 at the start even then they were only okay. They weren't great, they were lower middle/working class at best. Certainly not swimming in money.

The town also plays a role in this, they look out for the both of them, after all they are:

A 16 yr old, highschool drop out mother who clearly has no idea what she's doing with a daughter who could be her sister.

The coodle them, the look after them. Because they are just children and it's not like they could do much. They can only see them on the street, maybe help out with groceries, look after the baby while the child works.

And while they have Rory, they see how bright she is -- and they encourage her. They, along with Lorelai tell her the sky is the limit though they know it's not realistic, they can't afford it.

They are protective of Rory because they all had their hand at raising her. They see how brilliant she is and if it wasn't for her grandparents I'm sure the town would have put up to help that kid go to college. Because that's just the kind of people they have in the town.

Is any of this coming together yet?

No? We still haven't any idea why Chilton ruined Rory?

Now I can't not emphasis enough that Rory is young. She is so young. Things have already made a permanent mark in her life while other things slowly faded.

Now comes Chilton, she got in, how?

Rich grandparents.

Lorelai opened contact and slowly Rory is taken into this world of wealth and riches. Chilton is FULL off rich kids. They've been rich all their lives, I like to think Rory's off brand bright orange backpack was like the constant reminder of where Rory came from. It's not the Chilton bag that matches the uniform, for uniformity sakes.

It might not mean much, but the obnoxious orange stands out. Because she stands out she's not like them.

When she goes home using a bus, a stinky, smelly public bus. All the other kids have cars and private cars coming to pick them up. Maybe they don't drive, they all live ten minutes tops away. While Rory's 30 minutes.

Even now she has to fight for her spot because she doesn't really know her grandparents and she's practically a scholarship kid in a rich school. Nothing she has, nothing materialistic compares to the other kids. Things they can just have and bought on a whim she can't.

Yes, she has her family name that has weight, yes she has her grandma, yes she also has a house ten minutes away from the school. Yes she has rich grandparents that knows all the kid's and their parents.

But all those things belongs to her grandparents.

She has nothing and her mother has nothing. Rory still has a reason to fight to make her place. She has dreams that can only be accomplished by hard work.

She knows hard work.

Now time goes by and she's closer to her grandparents. They open up a wealthy world to her any whim is theirs to grant happily, for example, Her grandfather gives her a meeting at Yale just to 'keep her options open.'

Everything that was once far away is now close to her it's at her finger tips. Though at first she does not use it. Because she doesn't know how -- All she knows how to do is study so she keeps at it. She has a goal, or something that looks like a goal. Her world that she knows has changed again.

From poverty to working middle class to wealthy.

Everything is changing.

But you know what hasn't changed the town she lives in. Their encouragement and coddling of Rory, because she is a good kid and they know her -- she grew up with them. But now she has so much more. Yet they treat her the same.

She by now is not some poor four year old with a bright future yet no resources to do anything about it. But mentally she doesn't really remove herself from who she was as a child. Even though she has no issue accepting what she has, mentally she's still back there.

what once was encouragement for a little girl with no real future, not one she could afford became nothing.

she's so bright, she so smart, so removed from her peers that you can't help but hope for the best from her. Everyone put such a pressure to continue on her shoulders that -- she just did. But slowly, she's losing the steam.

Slowly she realizes that she was just moving without a purpose. She's only doing what's required of her -- because I mean, in that small town there is no one really there who knows what to do. What she should do. So she just keeps doing what she has.

I mean look at when Paris told her she needs to have certain things down, like the event where she had to build houses so she freaked and started looking at things she could do to fill her application. For someone who did so much research about Harvard you would think she would have come across something about the importance of extracurricular activities.

Another example was with her writing, the paper before the ballet in 'die jerk die' the dude says that's she had no opinion. The easy that she got a D -- nothing with substance, half hearted.

Or even the piece for Chilton, when she wrote on cement. No opinion, just a really good factual piece. That got praises.

Then she goes for the interview for the paper and the lady asks, well what would you write? If we hired you.

And she freezes.

Or when Logan's dad says she doesn't have the drive or when everyone was doing internships she went to Europe.

She gets angry but it's just a fact.

She has no heart, her childish dream was one of adventure she isn't suited for but was pressured to use it as a life direction with no space for change. Because she knows that's who she has to be -- that's who her mum tells her to be.

Then comes Logan giving her the fact check.

"You are one of us. You are wealthy, you have just as much as we do."

And he starts to list it off and she can't fight it.

But she doesn't have that -- not for free. Not for her whole life. Hardly four or so years by then. Mentally she's still that little girl with her mum in the shed. She doesn't have money.

Everyone's telling her who she is -- but she knows that's not her. So she spirals, because she's coming at an age where reality is really setting in and she's racing a dead horse. But she can't stop because it's not what's she's suppose to do.

And when she does, she's lost. Because truly she doesn't know who she is or what she likes.

So in conclusion, Rory went from being a little fish in a big uncertain yet comfortable pond. To a big fish in a little pond unwillingly. The cruelty of the world starting knocking, telling her that she was in fact a big fish and she needed to wake up and smell the roses.

While the small pond she's use too, ie stars hollow and her grandparents told her that they did not know what they were talking about because she was a little fish in a big pond.

Don't you think it's fitting that the first episodes plot point was the start of our main characters end?

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #luke danes #emily gilmore #richard gilmore #stars hollow #lorelai gilmore

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