#i'm so normal now chat promise [lying]

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back on my bullshit (obsessively reading through any and all canon roy harper content and taking extensive notes on it)

[ablobwhowrites]

Trapped in the past

(I was thinking about detective y/n and decided to make a small fic about him but with a person from his past. And warning this will be a small bit violent but not a lot.)

Gordon looked tired as he tried to call y/n again, over and over but nothing as y/n was supposed to be done with a investigation but there was no word back nor was his car, it was empty, silent. "Chief Gordon! We might have found evidence of y/n's location." Gordon shot up from his seat to look at the person in the door way. "Well don't stand there! Tell me! We need all the evidence for this!" Gordon shouted as his whole body tensed to hear the news. "The note had the precise location of gothams museum-" Gordon then got up before the co detective finished "Get my task force there now! My nephew could be in danger!" Gordon yelled as he rushed to his car and quickly put on his coat.

Multiple clues have been put around Gotham to the biggest institutions in Gotham to the smallest. Batman and other heros helped but it was just a wild goose chase that seemed to have no end. Y/n sat in a hard wooden chair, his hands and legs strapped down with a single light from above letting y/n see around him, his head was ached. "After all these years, I finally found you. You were really hard to find surprisingly!" A voice echoed around y/n as he tried to look where the voice came from "Who are you? You a new villain to Gotham?" Y/n questioned and then a laughed echoed that was accompanied by footsteps and y/n's eyes widened seeing who stepped into the light. "Wilson? Is that you?" Y/n asked as the person named Wilson smiled "oh you remember but sadly I have a new name! Mr. Delight! Oh how I longed to see you again." Mr delight's smile was so inhuman, somehow trying to stretch more than a normal smile could with his suit multi colored and his hair cut in two styles. "I thought you were still a sidekick to-" a hand quickly covered y/n's mouth. "Don't you dare say that name." He stepped back "let's keep that name in the past shall we?" Mr. Delight laughed "I've seen how you adjusted to this place. Really I heard a lot of good things about you, yet you fight other villains?! Every undercover job you went under, every concert, every time you visited to Wayne's or any superhero! You looked so happy, I WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!" Mr. delight's screamed in anger at y/n who leaned away slightly.

"And that damn picture, the one with you captured by those clowns and you let them put kiss marks on you? I thought we had something special!? But you let these other villains and heros be with you!? That hurt me y/n, really it did." Y/n looked confused "we never dated. We were friends back in my old city when you were a sidekick and I was a still a co detective back then, we change and I'm sorry I forgot about you, I j-" a violent punch was delivered into y/n's jaw as he slouched over in pain. "If you never left, I wouldn't have to had change. Everything was perfect! But when you left for this dump, I had to do the same boring routine of rob a bank this, do this crime and steal this and that and heros of course came but you were missing. The star, the candles on a birthday cake, a color missing from a rainbow. I got tired, the same routine and the same script until...I snapped, I killed blaster." Y/n looked at Mr. Delight with dread "what, how!? How! He was the top hero there, no you lying, you have to be." Then Mr. Delight bent down and smiled "He couldn't use his powers fire powers if he was ripped apart. No matter how much fire he had, he still had a body underneath all that fire." His giggled as he gets up and goes to grab something in the dark. "Now, that we kinda got caught up, let's move to the main event!" Mr. Delight came back with a crowbar in hand. "I've put many clues around Gotham so that it would give me and you enough time to chat with eachother but sadly I've been pretty mad the past years with you leaving and all. You promised we'd be together forever and well, as to me a broken promise can have something broken in return. So let's make ourselves even alright?."

Batman sat in the bat cave with the computers screen with pictures of all the evidence as he analyze the clues that were found but it all lead to nothing, it seemed like a big circle. Every clue led to a dead end as it wasn't the riddler who put these clues, nor was it the joker or even any villain in Gotham who would have this kind of handwriting or drawing pattern. "Batman! I think I found something that'll actually help us." Stephanie told through the coms as she sent a picture through and what it revealed was a small doodle of a wearhouse but one that was frequently used so not a lot of villains went to that wearhouse. "It has the same symbol like the rest of the other clues. You think this one will help?" Stephanie said as Batman got up and rushed to the batmobile "It has too." Batman said as he floored it out of the bat cave trying to rush to hopefully save y/n from what ever mastermind was behind this.

The wearhouse was silent, so quiet that only the buzzing of the light outside illuminating the large doors to the wearhouse of what ever secrets it held inside. Batman got out of the Batmobile and rushed to the doors, it didn't budge as it was closed from the inside. Batman looked for another entrance as he backed up and saw the windows above were opened a bit enough to get through so waiting no time he went in, silence in the wearhouse with only his breaths being the one to break the silence. He stopped as he saw y/n slumped over on the ground still tied to the chair with the light illuminating him, seeing the back of the wearhouse opened just enough to have someone slip out. Batman hurriedly rushed to y/n and quickly untied him "Y/n, y/n can you hear me!" He panicked as he saw y/n's face, he had a black eye and bruised on his face with blood running down his nose with it being broken and scars on his forehead bleeding down his face. Wounds leaked blood down his face, his arm broken and his leg as well with the chair being evidence with it's also broken leg with small pieces of the wood scattered with the leg broke a few inches away from it as it was the same with the arm of the chair and who knows how much more damage y/n has to endure until they finally found out where they were. Y/n didn't respond and was limp in Batman's arms as he tried to look for the quickest way to the hospital until he heard shallow breaths but coughing with every breath. "U-uncle? I-Im sorry, i- I let him get away." Y/n struggled to say with tears forming and rolling down his face again "Y/n stay awake. I'll be able to get you help, just stay awake." Batman said as he rushed to the batmobile, breaking the lock and chains that held the door shut before with one of his gadgets he had thinking he would have to fight but he needed to get y/n to a hospital now. As the person who did this would pay as not even gothams prison will be enough of a punishment for who did this.

Y/n slowly opened his eye as his other one was covered with a bandage as well did y/n struggle to sit up to see a Batman and Gordon asleep in chairs next to the hospital bed. Looking around and seeing his leg in a case as well as his arm and he got curious to then feel a case up on his head as well including his nose with his torso but everything else was free and a IV bag dripping blood into the tube that was inserted in his arm and the background noise of the heart monitor beating with other vitals on the screen, then the oxygen tube around their face and especially up their nose. On the side table, cards upon cards sat on top with flowers as it seemed that there was a second table to put more things on due to the small table holding to many get well cards, flowers and teddy bears with other plushies as well. Y/n felt no pain but he chalked it up to it maybe being to drugged up to feel anything then a doctor came in just to check y/n's vitals but stopped seeing y/n was awake. "Oh fantastic, your awake." The doctor whispered a bit as to not wake the two men "How do you feel? Any pain or discomfort?" The doctor asked as y/n shook his head, the doctor smiled "that's good. You were in...very rough shape when you came here but it's good to see you feeling better. Those two have been here all night, you had a lot of visitors but we had to limit them from how long you've been out and how bad of shape you were in. I can ask them to go if you'd like the room to yourself." The doctor said as y/n looked at the two and back at the doctor. "No, I'll be okay but I am a bit hungry." Y/n said as the doctor nodded and walked out with them closing the door quietly. Y/n laid back in bed and put his good arm on the hard casing over his chest as he wondered if the other villains from his past might come back and would they be the same as Wils- Mr. Delight?

(THAT WAS LONG! but hopefully it was good as I was thinking about this for a while but hopefully I did this story well! That's it for now but if you want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | All Yours

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF’s Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: sneaking around continues, this is just a very soft little holiday gift from me to you, San remains the sweetest and OC remains fully whipped for him Word Count: about 900 words Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend’s little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That’s it. How did this happen?

A/N: All San wants for Christmas is Noona 🥰 I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season if you celebrate and if you don't then I hope you have a lovely day ❄️

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

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It's late on Christmas Eve when the last of your family finally leaves, and you can excuse yourself from your parents and lock yourself in your bedroom. It's late, so late that you consider for a moment not calling, but you're pretty sure San's still up. He'd made you promise him several times that you would call him today. But you've been too busy dealing with nosy aunts and loud cousins at the family party to do it any earlier.

It's late, but it doesn't matter. He's as happy to see you as you are him, his dark eyes crinkling in delight, and then his smile turns shy, like he's embarrassed at how much just the sight of you lights him up inside.

There's no reason for him to be embarrassed. Your glow mirrors his.

You don't want to hang up long enough to wash your face, so he joins you at the sink. You glance at the screen while drying your face to see him delicately scrubbing his skin with sudsy fingertips, and he sees you and pulls a face, making you giggle. It almost feels like a normal night, hanging out together. Almost. You sigh.

"I miss you."

San surprises you by looking surprised at your admission.

"What? Is that news to you?" It shouldn't be. The two of you haven't stopped texting since you'd left the apartment three days ago to head home for Christmas. San and his sister had left as well to have a quiet holiday with their parents. Since then, you've had to invent a million excuses to slip away from your family and disappear into your phone. The device has barely left your hand, every alert making your heart jump, knowing San is thinking about you as much as you're thinking about him.

"No," San scoffs, face relaxing into a pleased expression, a soft half-smile that fully melts your heart. "Of course you miss me. I'm amazing."

"Nah, I changed my mind, I don't miss you," you say, pretending to frown, and San plays along, pouting dramatically, and you can't help but sigh again. "Okay, fine, I do."

"You always give in to me so easy, Noona," he informs you, that spark back in his eye, the one that makes your stomach flip. "I think I’m your weakness."

He's joking, except maybe he's not, and you both know it. You settle in your bed, burrowing under the layers of covers, shivering because your personal heater is several hundred miles away. San does the same, lying on his side as he gazes into the phone, humming lightly. If you close your eyes, it’s like he’s lying right beside you.

The two of you chat a little about your days. His was spent watching holiday movies with Hanuel while his parents prepared a big dinner together for the four of them. You talk a little about your extended family and the chaos they brought to your house today. 

This is the happiest you’ve felt all day. Even when having fun with your family earlier, you’d felt a little off, like something was missing. Making San laugh now, watching those delicate lines around his eyes crinkle with joy, fills you with such a strong contentment that you can’t stop smiling. 

San’s laughter turns to amused hums the longer you talk, and he nestles lower and lower into his pillow until his eyes are struggling to stay open. You don’t even bother to finish your story, too busy adoring the sight of him. 

"Go to sleep, San. Or Santa won't bring you what you wanted."

“Mmm,” he yawns, pressing one hand over his mouth, “but Noona, all I want is you.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you roll your eyes, giggling.

“It’s true,” he protests, quickly growing serious, “it’s true, though. I wish you were here right now.” 

You sigh. “Stop making me miss you so much.”

Both of you fall silent, watching each other through the phone. There’s a tension now, and it makes you nervous for some reason, and there’s only one thing you can think to say to clear the air. You’re not sure if it’s the right thing to say, but it’s the truth and you really want to share it all of a sudden.

“You already have me, you know.” 

You’ve known for weeks now. Weeks full of longing glances, lingering touches, and hurried kisses -  and sometimes more, in the rare moments the two of you had the apartment to yourselves. It’s time to admit it.

San takes your confession with a long silence of his own. Just when you think you’re about to have a cardiac event waiting for his response, he speaks. “I do?”

You nod. “If you want me. I’m all yours.” Can he hear your heart pounding through the phone?

San exhales quickly. “Mine.”

It’s an agreement. A declaration. 

He traces his finger down his screen, pretending he’s stroking your cheek, and your skin buzzes from the mere suggestion. A warmth like you've never felt before spreads over you, soft and tender, so like the man gazing at you through the phone. 

Tiredness begins to tug at you. Only one more sleep ‘til Christmas, then one more ‘til you’re back home.

And back in San’s arms. 

"Merry Christmas, San," you whisper.

"Merry Christmas," he echoes softly. "Sweet dreams, Noona."

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[sillyannlynn]

ROMCOMS - FELIX CATTON

PAIRING: felix catton x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff

WORD COUNT: 714

WARNINGS: smoking, no use of y/n

Felix Catton

Felix, Felix, Felix.

Ideal boy, everyone liked him and so he liked everyone.

It felt like there was nothing wrong about him, unless you don't like when people smoke.

He was everywhere. Everyone talked about him. And most times those were good things, but some jealous boys did not always talk about him favourably.

And since everyone talked about him like that, she really wanted to know him. She wanted to know what was so special about him.

She didn't think she had ever met Felix somewhere. She was usually with her friends, who were a total opposite to him and his friends. Of course they were rich, maybe not as much as he was, but still and always got invitations for the parties, but they actually never had gone to them.

The girl's were into books and silly rom coms with happy endings at that point, not partying.

But one night she finally met the famous Felix Catton. He was standing there alone at the schoolyard at almost midnight in glory, looking like some Greek god, Apollo to be more specific.

He waved at her. He had no idea who she was. He came to her in two steps with his long legs and started a conversation. He was a nice guy. He complimented her looks, especially how he liked the freckles on her shoulders, making her frown her brows because of how he was able to see them in the dark.

And then she understood the hype on him. There was something so magnetic in him that she just couldn't stay away from him.

And so she didn't.

On the following day Felix was quick to find her in the library, as she was chatting with her two friends. He asked them if he could steal the girl for a moment and when they said yes, he quickly grabbed her wrist and took her among bookstants.

And there he asked her for a date. He got to the point extra fast, without complimenting her. He said he was in a hurry and had to tell her first, but when she agreed he became normal again and started playing his old game of winning a girl's heart.

Felix really did like her. She was… well, herself. And he liked it. A lot.

“I'll be waiting for you tomorrow at five. Wear some trousers and hoodie and trainers” he said and kissed her cheek as a goodbye and ran to Farleigh with a smile across his face.

“I'm going on a date” the girl announced to her friends softly and sat on her chair. She felt like she was in one of these romcoms she used to watch but she didn't know if it was going to have a happy ending or not.

As Felix said, he did. He was waiting for her at her dorm wearing a green polo shirt, dark jeans and Adidas trainers. He looked good. Devilishly good.

“Felix you look… wow” she said only, looking at him and then she saw that he wasn't wearing his brow piercing. And he looked even better.

“You look wow as well, sweetheart” he giggled, looking at her outfit. The sweater in light pink colour was making her eyes look prettier and went ideally with the jeans and Nike Air Force 1.

The date went well. Really well.

“Come with me to Saltburn, to home” Felix said one night, when they were lying on the floor in his dorm, which he previously started to clean, so it didn't smell terrible.

“What?” she asked, not really thinking he meant it. They were dating for four months now, but she wasn't expecting to get such an invitation.

“You're my girlfriend, I want you to get to know my parents and sister” he answered and handed her a cigarette, forgetting again that she didn't smoke.

“But I'm going to Austria and Germany with dad and-”

“I talked to him already he said yes” Felix smiled, proud of himself.

And there she was two weeks later standing in front of the literal palace and her stupid boyfriend with an even more stupid grin on his face.

“It's gonna be fun, I promise” Felix said only and kissed her, hoping that the whole vacation will go fine.

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[theotherbuckley]

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Thank you! I'm glad people are liking this fic 🥰

Here's 900 more words just for you <3

🦵 - Buck and Tommy meet at physio after the truck bombing

Tommy isn’t there at his next physio appointment — now only seeing his physiotherapist once every two weeks, unlike Buck who still has to see her every week. The session feels slower than normal; it always does when he’s alone. Bobby promised him that next time he would be able to come with, but today, there’s no one, not even Tommy, to chat with afterwards. 

Dr Mistry seems to sense his subdued mood and has taken to being far more cheerful than he can ever recall.

“Why are you so happy?” he asks, slumping down into his chair after she had given his leg a deep and rather unpleasant massage. 

Dr Mistry turns to him, shooting him a look which he doesn’t care to decipher. “You are quiet. It’s unsettling.”

Buck opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again, staring at his doctor. “Hey, I don’t talk that much.”

“You haven’t even complained one time.”

And okay, that’s fair, but still. 

“I’m just tired,” Buck tells her. It’s not even a lie. He is tired. He’s always tired. He’s just a little spacey today. He’s been feeling quite defeated lately. Sometimes, it feels like all of his hard work is for nothing. His leg still aches like bitch whenever the weather changes, and he only just managed to complete the full length of the bar unaided last session, far behind where he should have been at this point. He’s trying so hard to get better, to work again, but it doesn’t matter how much effort he puts in, it’s never enough. He’s never enough. 

And when there’s nobody with him to tell his brain to shut up, he gets stuck inside his head, and he doesn’t quite know how to get out of it. 

It’s exhausting. 

So he’s tired. He really, really is. 

It’s just a type of tiredness that he doesn’t think he can recover from. Not until his leg is recovered, at least. 

Dr Mistry looks at him for a moment, her eyes scanning over his face, hyperanalysing his expressions as though she can see right down into his soul, see all of those helpless thoughts running around in his head. “There’s doctors for that,” she says, and Buck doesn’t have to ask what she means. 

“I don’t need therapy,” Buck says back, a little too defensively. He’s probably lying, but he doesn’t want to see anyone. He’s fine. He will be. It just takes time, isn’t that what everyone keeps saying?

“It’s not healthy to keep everything stuck inside. Sometimes it is good to let it all out,” she continues, ignoring his slight outburst. 

“I have people. It’s just— It’s hard when they’re not around.”

She nods in understanding but hands him a card anyway. “Just think about it.”

He takes the card begrudgingly and sticks it in his wallet, where he knows he’s not going to touch it again. He doesn’t need help. He just needs to be able to walk— to work. He’ll be fine after that. 

As soon as he gets home, he takes the card out of his wallet and stares at it. 

And then he texts Tommy. 

Buck: Have you ever seen a therapist?

Tommy: Hi Tommy how are you

I’m great thank you for asking

Buck: Yeah yeah

Answer the question

Tommy: I have

Buck: And? 

My doctor wants me to see one

But I don’t want to

Especially not after last time

I’m not that guy anymore

Tommy: Not what guy?

Buck: Not the guy who sleeps with his therapist

Tommy: I’m not sure if I should ask

Buck: Probably best

So..?

Tommy: Therapy helped me

I wasn’t a great guy before

Buck almost scoffs at his phone. Tommy the guy who drove him home and helped him up multiple flights of stairs, whilst injured, on their first meeting, wasn’t a good guy?

Buck: You? Be honest

Tommy: I wasn’t

Turns out repressing my sexuality and listening to what my father taught me is not a good combination

Hurt a lot of people because of it

But therapy helped

I’m comfortable being myself now

Buck has to pause at that. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with it, he just didn’t really expect it. Maybe that’s not a good thing to say. He’s an ally, actually. The rainbow flag in his bio every June proves that. 

Buck: Wait

You’re gay?

Tommy: I am, yeah. Is that a problem?

Buck: No of course not! Men are hot.

Tommy: Mmhmm  

Buck: So you think I should do it?

Tommy: Do what?

Buck: See a therapist

Tommy: I don’t know, Evan

That’s up to you

But if your doctor suggested it, maybe you should listen

Buck: And I don’t need to sleep with them?

Tommy: You definitely do not.

Even after the conversation, Buck can’t bring himself to dial the number on the card. His stomach rumbles after a while, and Buck looks at his watch, mildly surprised to find it past 3 pm. He drops the card on the coffee table, and hobbles to the kitchen with his cane to make himself some food. 

When he sits back down, his mind is focused on queer history, and he finds himself googling pride and forgetting all about therapy. It wasn’t like he needed it anyway.

[mirrorball-leclerc]

the blue - part eight

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zendaya amelia grace holland be honest. how many songs ave you written about oscar?

amelia holland

sam holland the better question is how many songs have you written about fake scenarios in your head?

amelia holland oh that one's easy at least five. this month. i've got a really good one called i should hate you, i wrote that one with aaron.

tuwaine barrett DID CHARLES HELP PRODUCE THIS AGAIN??

amelia holland i think he almost shit himself when he found out aaron was also producing this one. tuwaine barrett CHAMELIA MY BELOVED! GET THIS MAN ON STAGE WITH TAYLOR FOR A SURPRISE SONG! amelia holland he's been on my ass about that to. did you team up with him or something? tuwaine barrett why? did he say someting?

harry holland speaking of charles, how's texas? is it fun?

amelia holland it's hot as fuck.

amelia holland you're in texas now? any plans on coming home?

amelia holland kinda promised oscar and lando that i'd stick around for the triple header. there's a week off in between vegas and brazil but lando's birthday is a few days before vegas and abu dhabi is the next weekend. so i'm not sure. might be home for a couple days at most.

harrison osterfield it's almost like oscar's career is monopolizing all of your time

sam holland for the record none of us have problem with it. this is the first time in a long time we've seen you happy. if traveling with oscar makes you happy, do it. harrison's being a dick, ignore him. but like also please come home for the holidays?

amelia holland is that his default setting? - danny ric

amelia holland sorry about that, the fake american took my phone.

amelia holland real american here, is that his default setting? - logan sargeant

amelia holland charles here! is that his default?

amelia holland this group is tragic. ours is much more fun - max

amelia holland I CAN FINALLY STOPPED BE CALLED NORIZZ BECAUSE CLEARLY THE SECOND STRING LOSER HAS LESS THAN ME! - LANDO

amelia holland i would never piss a songwriter off because you'll be branded as the second string loser for the rest of your life. - pierre

amelia holland i swear they’re normally house-trained - oscar

amelia holland he's lying - alex

tom holland YOU HAVE A GROUPCHAT WITH THEM??

amelia holland it's quite fun. murder is threatened at least 3 times a day and lestappen is in full force. it is no just for the camera, i genuinely think they're in love with each other

amelia holland yuki’s quite violent, in case anyone was wondering. he may be pocket sized but he holds a lot of rage

harry holland and who exactly is in this group chat and why haven’t we been invited?

amelia holland the twitch quartet, max, daniel, yukierre, estie bestie and his two husbands, twinkclaren, and me

harrison osterfield you call your boyfriend a twink?

amelia holland it’s a term of endearment - lando

amelia holland she calls lando a fucking weenie and she called someone a weird second string loser, so i’m okay with twink - oscar

amelia holland WE'RE KIDNAPPING AMELIA! WE'RE IN TEXAS BABY! - DANNY RIC

amelia holland SAVE US! - CHARLES & MAX

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someone's super excited to be back in texas COTA! pre-quali look with oscaroo. he's not happy at the moment, says it's too hot to be in texas. i agree. :) logan said he knew a place and took us to cane's. clearly one of them is happy to be here.

ameliaholland the plans made it out of the group chat, so when in texas...

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tuwaine I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO BE IN TEXAS SO BAD

↳ ameliaholland you're missing out so bad tuwaine

tomholland2013 AMELIA GRACE HOLLAND YOU BETTER NOT BE DRINKING!

↳ ameliaholland i'm not? there's a heineken in my hand? it's non alcoholic.

↳ landonorris she literally had shots with max. she's a liar.

↳ ameliaholland shut the fuck up norizz.

username oh god, i've never wanted to be apart of a friend group this bad

username thank goodness someone put boots on the correct way. if i saw another picture or video of the drivers with their jeans tucked into their boots i would riot.

↳ username i hope daniel scolded them for doing so.

samholland1999 PUT SOME PANTS ON AMELIA!

↳ ameliaholland I AM WEARING PANTS! IT'S CALLED SHORTS DINGBAT! IT'S HOT IN TEXAS

username now this is a group i never thought i would see hanging out. at least not all of them together.

username this is so iconic of them wtf?

georgerussell63 i have never met someone who can out drink max, please join us the next time we go out.

↳ harryholland64 did not know my little sister can out drink max verstappen but i'm somehow proud?

↳ username this just in, something max verstappen is not good at doing, out drinking amelia holland.

lilymhe we have to do this again!

↳ francesca.cgomes we do!

↳ alexandrasaintmleux oh, we should

↳ ameliaholland give me a time a place and i'll be there!

↳ carmenmundt count me in too! i would love to meet amelia.

↳ username icons meeting other icons, love to see it.

finish the lyrics with lando norris and oscar piastri

comments

user we were robbed of cowboy oscar!

user lando and the holland brothers being the captains of the oscar x amelia ship is so funny to me

user but who did lando call a dick and why?

↳ user probably harrison, if the context clues we've been provided are anything to go by.

↳ user lando has been their biggest defender since day 1 and i stand by that

user was i the only one who caught that brocedes reference?

↳ user lando knew what he was doing making that joke.

user lando casually wanted to remind everyone that oscar's brother-in-law is spider-man.

↳ user had to quickly flex on spidey's biggest fan, estie.

user and to think this whole joke started because of a taylor song.

user HE CALLED HIM A MUPPET!! THIS IS MONUMENTAL!

user lando is oscar and amelia's biggest defender, you can't change my mind.

↳ user it's oscmelia girl, get it right.

↳ user you're right my bad, terribly sorry.

harrison osterfield i don't exactly appreciate your friend and boyfriend calling me a dick online.

amelia holland and i didn't appreciate being strung along for almost 2 years...

sam holland HOW LONG?

tom holland but he was with his ex for almost a year?

tuwaine barrett oh damn

harry holland you have got to be fucking kidding me harrison.

zendaya never trust blonde men with blue eyes

amelia holland what about max and logan? zendaya never trust blonde men with blue eyes whose name starts with an h or a j. those two you can trust.

tom holland by the way how's oscar doing? we watched the race.

amelia holland a bit bummed about the dnf but that's the way things go in this sport. besides it's not like it can get any worse than this.

TWO HOURS LATER

amelia holland HOW COULD I BE SO FUCKING WRONG?!

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💋 i'm totally going to lose tonight... you're looking at the winner of the bowling tournament. it was luck really, but operation cheer up charles and oscar was a success.

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[yolowritter]

I actually meant to ask about the one where Lila gets the Ladybug Miraculous, I wanted to save the serial killer for tomorrow... And I added a "future" for some reason, causing confusion.

Well then, I'll ask about the Lilabug & Marinette AU now.

Oh sorry, sorry! I thought you asked abt the serial killer Au! My bad! So, the Lilabug Au! Basically it's what it says on the tin! Lila arrives in Paris early, and Fu comes across her while searching for compatible Miraculous Holders. The reason why he senses her is because Lila would be an excellent Fox, but Fu can't tell specifically which Miraculous she has affinity with. So he pulls his scheme with Truck-Kun, and Lila saves his life. Because you know, there's people recording the damn incident and she wants fame!

Also, Lila is extremely (read: canon levels) cynical in this Au, and generally abhorbs being around other human beings. Sure, she'll play the happy-go-lucky new girl from Italy and smile sweetly at people all day, but she secretly hates every second of it. Anyway, Lila will later find a pair of magic earrings in her bag because she wanted to go viral. Is this Fu Bashing for picking that testing method out of every option? Sure. Will I salt the man? Nah, we have yuri to write!

Anyway, the rest of Origins goes normally, except Lila is also there, sweet-talking her way into sitting at the back of the class and away from all these weirdos. This will be important later. Anyway, Chloe bla blas about Adrien, gum on the seat, etc. Then Stoneheart happens, which also paints a big target on Marinette's back as the local goody-two-shoes! Lila doesn't plan to bully her though, no no. Being her friend is the better option, because she doesn't think Marinette will have the spine to accuse her of lying then. Totally not for the free bakery sweets!

Anyway, Stoneheart! Paris' resident furry is right on cue, and Lila gets an unwanted moral compass in the form of adorable Eldritch Deity! Tikki absolutely hates her btw, since Lila doesn't create anything of her own except lies. Still, they have a city to save and once our beloved Kwami pulls out the "people will love you if you save them" card, Lila's sold! Say less, she's already suiting up!

I'm giving her a more stylish outfit too, think black boots and gloves, as well as actual linings to separate different parts of the suit with some inverted coloring on the sides. Because Lila Rossi is nothing if not fashionable! Anyway, a cat boy falls out of the sky while she's learning how to rip off Spider-Man! One introduction later, Lila sticks with the name Ladybug because why the hell not? She'd have gone with the Italian word, but that's a dead giveaway. Generic means less clues to her identity.

Now, she puts on a great show for the cameras! If Chat hadn't heard her mutter insults about everyone not running for their lives, he'd be impressed! Alya gets saved from that overdramatic car flip, Ladyblog becomes a thing later, and Stoneheart gets absolutely destroyed because Lila is just as smart as Marinette! A bit more straightforward and "I'm going to rip you yo pieces with a spoon if need be"...but very intelligent! Chloe gets saved, Lila feels the urge to psychologically damage her someday soon, and she and Chat find a second to talk after the whole "as long as we're here Hawkmoth can't get you" speech.

Reminder that Adrien has been surrounded by actors and performers his whole life, so he sniffs out Lila's true intentions instantly. Still, she isn't immediately hostile to him. They talk, and decide that since they're the superheroes now, and Paris needs saving from a mentally ill mothman with a midlife crisis, they'll work together. Chat warns her that he won't let her abuse her Miraculous' powers, and Lila promises she isn't going to. Ladybug's reputation as this city's only hope needs to remean clean, after all!

The rest of Origins happens the same, umbrella scene included, and Fu is very proud of himself for making such good choices! Lila also decides to befriend Alya because a blog dedicated to Ladybug is 1) a great publicity stunt she will gladly abuse, and 2) this idiot needs to be kept in check, lest Alya accidentally connects the dots some day. Therefore, we now have the Core 5, consisting of Marinette (reluctant friends with Lila), Adrien (empathetic to the other new kids and thinking her confidence is cool), Nino (music provider), Alya (unhinged conspiracy theorist), and Lila (local lying machine). What a wonderful group of dumbasses! I'm sure everything will be fine!

Most of Season 1 stays the same, with Chat and Ladybug coming to an understanding that the other isn't actually so bad, and Lila secretly liking his stupid puns. No romance for obvious reasons, but Chat is why she slowly starts to open up a bit more in her civilian life. Lila still doesn't care about these people, but Chloe annoys her and Marinette is useful either as a distraction or a help when it comes to getting back at the Queen B. Plus Alya's incresingly ridiculous theories are generating so much popularity for Ladybug that the least Lila can do is listen to the yapping once in a while. She'd still kick them off a cliff just to "save" them for clicks, but her "friends" are at least not on the target list.

Actually, Lila doesn't really try to maliciously manipulate almost anyone here, because she's taken a different approach. The people in her class inexicably seem to have connections with famous artists, chiefs and whatnot, so keeping up the innocent facade is working better for Lila than herding them around like sheep! At this rate, one of these drains on her social battery might prove to be Jagged Stone's secret love child or something! She wants to be in people's good graces!

Due to all of this, her lies are kept relatively minimal and somewhat provable. Besides, most of her deception skills are busy keeping both Ladybug's identity a secret, and the heroic, dauntless persona up for the cameras. Many Akuma are roundhouse-kicked, uppercutted, and defenestrated, but Paris still loves Ladybug (and Chat Noir)! Surprisingly, Lila is actually willing to give him credit where it's due, since she thinks he operates similar to her, with how Adrien poses for the cameras and shoots out witty puns. Just that Chat has a Morality Stick somewhere behind his tail.

Things stay relatively the same until Evillustrator, where Lila's lack of understanding about so-called "normal people" puts her in a Situation. Chloe still exposes Nath's drawings of Marinette, and Lila cannot for the life of her understand the concept of a crush. Physical attraction, she gets. Attraction to someone's status or wealth? Of course! Heck, the free things Adrien usually treats their friend group over are half the reason she's nice to him! Social obligations regarding politeness? Completely comprehendable. But a crush? It just doesn't compute.

An Akuma gets yeeted out of Gabriel's attic, Nathaniel gets butterflied, yada yada. When Ladybug goes to check on Chloe however...the blonde is overjoyed to have her idol visiting her! Lila takes this opportunity to shake some rust off her insults for a bit, and spends the entire time "recipricating" the excitment, with backhanded compliments to boot. Chloe...feels very weird about the experience afterwards, and doesn't understand why. Lila is very proud of herself, and gets yelled at by Tikki later.

Meanwhile, Marinette is actually there when Sabrina shows up and they begin doing the project thing together. Until Evillustrator shows up. Sabrina is terrified, but Marinette's like "Oh, you want to go on a date with me? Yeah sure, let me just change into a better outfit." Nathaniel is overjoyed, and Marinette takes that time to actually wear something nice, and also tell Sabrina to get the heroes ASAP! To her credit, she does so very quickly, and totes not because Chat Noir was looking for Marinette specifically.

Anyway, the boat ride is still the same. Marinette actually notices Hawkmoth hurting Nathaniel, deducing it might be possible to get him to reject the Akumatization somehow, and keeps him busy with a surprisingly enjoyable evening, all things considered. Chat calls in Ladybug, who tells him to stealth after them and wait until she gets there, dumps Chloe, and heads over there. Lila yoyos Nathaniel's sketchbook away, tossing it into he river, trips him and breaks the pen, undoing the damage, etc. It's important to note that since Sabrina was already there with Marinette before, Adrien didn't get to do his "cool introduction" as Chat.

Anyway, Marinette tells them what she noticed about the Akumatizations, and Lila keeps it in mind. After all, if there's one person in Paris who can psychoanalyze people so badly their mental health would improve, it's Lila Rossi! Ladybug dips to go recharge, and Chat starts fawning over how amazing Marinette was. To the girl in question. Adrien is a dork and I love him for it.

He also rants about Marinette to Ladybug, and Lila makes up her mind to pay her a visit as Paris' friendly neighbourhood superheroine. For now, Chat gives her a ride home, and the next day, Adrien has miraculously "heard about" what happened last night. This tips Lila off to his identity, but she decides to figure it out later. Surprisingly, Nathaniel is sitting in the back with her today, and Lila takes that chance to try and understand yesterday's debacle.

They strike up some conversation, and Lila slowly thinks about what Nathaniel is saying. She doesn't feel any of the things he describes to her, but she kind of gets it, if as a abstract concept. Now, Lila still doesn't really care about people, but decides to keep talking to Nathaniel since abruptly going quiet after asking so many pointed questions would be weird. The result? He ends their chat by exclaiming that he's not sure why she's being nice to him, but that's it's nice to have a friend. Lila is so stunned by the idea of friendship, she doesn't manage to correct him in time. She officially has her first friend, and no idea what to do about it. Tikki is laughing at her misery.

A lot more things happen in this Au, like the Collector tipping Lila off regarding Gabriel (which she doesn't share with Chat since he might be Adrien, and while his reaction would be telling, it's too much of a risk), and meeting Fu for the first time since Tikki doesn't get sick in Princess Frangrace here. Needless to say, Lila is very tempted to steal that box full of magical jewels! She behaves, but does slowly begin to loan them out through Season 2. Marinette gets the fox on Sapotis, because Lila would sooner reveal her identity to Hawkmoth than trust Alya of all people to be a responsible superhero.

She and Marinette have been bonding a bit (over their mutual dislike of Gabriel), and Lila is slowly learning how to make friends as herself, while resisting the urge to slingshot stupid civilians off a building with her yoyo. She specifically hates Mr Ramier for getting Akumatized so many times, and repeatedly calls Hawkmoth a tasteless, unoriginal failure of a villain. Gabriel takes extreme offense to this.

Anyway, I'm going to stop here for now because I've been typing for a bit too long. You or anyone else is free to send me questions any time, and thanks a bunch for the ask martiya! Marinette is getting her superhero romance with this one, and ends up being the only person aside from Chat that Lila feels safe to be bitchy and snarky with as Ladybug. Ahh, toxic yuri my beloved! Marinette can totally fix her btw.

[perseabeth]

< What If >

this is a one shot written about @anotheroceanid amazing fic titled When the Horizon Bloom, read it on AO3 you will enjoy it very much and cry very much too - i do not own the idea of the fic and i certainly do not own any character. this is a version of “What if” things happened differently in the fic. enjoy ✨ and i’d love to thank the author again for the amazing fic that i’m becoming obsessed with

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Percy paced back and forth in her cabin, a growing sense of unease gnawing at her. She felt lost, unsure of whom to turn to, and the lack of dreams last night only heightened her fear. Sleep eluded her; every time she closed her eyes, she was jolted awake by terrifying nightmares.

She had faced Kronos, defeated titans, and held the weight of the world on her shoulders in Atlas’ place. She had endured experiences far worse than any nightmare could conjure, living through horrors that would break most. So why was she so afraid now?

A soft knock on the door pulled Percy from her spiraling thoughts. A blonde-haired girl peeked in. "Seaweed brain?"

Percy lifted her gaze to meet her friend's. Annabeth's gray eyes were filled with concern, as if sensing something was wrong. "You missed breakfast... is everything okay?"

Percy tried to muster a small smile. No, nothing was okay. Morning sickness was wreaking havoc on her, and the nightmares of gods punishing her were relentless. "Yes, I'm okay. I just woke up late," she managed to say, though it was far from the truth.

Annabeth looked at her silently for a minute, her eyes seeming to penetrate Percy’s thoughts. Percy was always amazed at how Annabeth’s eyes mirrored Athena’s, reading a person like an open book. she gulped, hoping Annabeth would believe her words. After a moment, her friend nodded slowly. "Your training starts in 15 minutes. The class is almost ready."

Percy gave a slight smile and nodded. "I'll be there." Yet Annabeth lingered at the door, as if waiting for Percy to confide in her. Realizing she wouldn't get any more information, Annabeth gave a final nod and closed the door behind her.

Percy hated lying to her friends and hiding anything from them. Since the war, they had all promised to be open with each other, to support one another through the healing process. But what could she say? That she was pregnant? Carrying a god’s child? No, not even one—three. Three small lives growing inside her, and she had no idea who to turn to.

She did have an idea. She wanted to turn to everyone around her, but her dreams held her back. Demigod dreams weren’t mere dreams; they were messages, visions, and warnings. And here she was, sleep-deprived because she dreamt of her children being killed while their father watched, emotionless.

The day passed rather quickly, as if Kronos had cursed time to hasten her doom. Everything was normal; life at camp went on as usual. Campers were enjoying themselves, chatting, sneaking drinks, and partying as if there were no worries for tomorrow.

It was ironic how carefree they all seemed. They had won a war and were free, savoring the remnants of their mortal lives. Yet, Percy was once again carrying the weight of the world. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed something strange about her. Then the news would spread like Greek fire, reaching the gods, who would learn of the prophecy. Percy and her children would be doomed.

Unconsciously, she wrapped a hand around her belly, as if trying to shield them from the inevitable. Just then, Percy noticed a pair of lingering gray eyes. "Still not feeling well?" Annabeth's voice pulled her from the ocean of her thoughts. Percy quickly removed her hand from her belly, afraid the gesture might reveal too much. "Yes, don't worry. I think I had too many cookies," Percy muttered, attempting a smile to reassure Annabeth. But she knew her friend wouldn’t buy it. Annabeth nodded silently.

The thing about a daughter of Athena was that she knew when something was wrong. But she waited for you to confide in her before uncovering the truth herself. That’s what Annabeth was offering Percy—time to reveal what was going on before she forced it out of her.

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The Olympus council raged with energy—too much energy for Percy’s mortal form to bear. She had been here multiple times before, she reminded herself, but nothing had prepared her for this moment.

She tried to catch her father’s eyes, but he immediately looked away, as if unable to bear the sight of her, ashamed. Her heart sank, and her soul felt like it was shattering. She needed someone to hold onto, but there were too many eyes on her, filled with anger and power. Desperately, she searched for other eyes, gentler eyes that had once looked at her with all the love in the world. Eyes that had held her tight, swearing to protect her from everything.

Percy sought his eyes—sky blue, like a beacon of light amidst the darkness. Her heart yearned for him, remembering how he had looked sitting leisurely on his golden throne, just like the first time she had seen him there. Yet, she couldn’t find those sky-blue eyes. Instead, she was met with golden eyes, burning with rage and a promise of pain.

"Well?" Her uncle's voice thundered through the room, the echo making Percy shrink. She had never been afraid of gods, never. She would have kicked the door of Olympus open and marched in like the hero she was. But today wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about harming her. It was about harming those precious to her—her children, hidden within her belly, shielded from the room's volatile energy.

"Apollo, what do you say about this, since you are, after all, the father?" Zeus’ voice was like thunder, each word more terrifying than the last. His tone dripped with sneer, as if the whole situation was beneath him.

Percy’s eyes remained on her lover, whose gaze had become a foreign land. Apollo did not speak; he just stared at her, as if silently threatening her, blaming her for their predicament. Then, with a cold, emotionless voice, he sealed her doom. "I will have none of this," he stated, turning his gaze back to his father. "They might be mine, but I will not claim them, and they will face the wrath of the gods like anyone else who dares to overstep their position."

Fog and mist clouded Percy’s vision. Tears welled up, blurring her sight. Perhaps her tears were merciful, blocking his face from her so she wouldn’t remember him like this—so emotionless, so heartless, promising punishment. This was the true Apollo, the one she had read about in books, the one who punished Cassandra and skinned a satyr alive. This wasn’t her Apollo. This wasn’t the gentle touch of the sun that had held her warmly. This voice wasn’t the sweet, melodic one that had whispered love to her. These eyes weren’t the beautiful ones she had always admired.

Zeus’ voice cut through the room again, sharp and authoritative. "Then the children should be punished and thrown into Tartarus, and they will take with them anyone who stands in the way." Zeus looked at her, a silent warning in his eyes—'You will go with them if you object.' He continued, "All in favor?"

Percy looked around in horror, her gaze landing on her father, pleading silently for mercy. But all she got in return was, "I agree."

All hands were raised, not one sparing her or her children. Cold, merciless eyes looked upon her, not with pity but with disgust, as if she had committed an unforgivable sin.

Percy’s tears could no longer be held back. She fell to her knees, perhaps because her legs could no longer support her, or perhaps because she wanted to beg. She didn't know. All she knew was that she was crying, her sobs echoing throughout the room, her trembling voice barely holding together.

"Please don’t. Please, please. I’m begging you. Please don’t harm them. Please. I’ll take them away. I’ll raise them far from here, but please don’t harm them."

She wasn’t sure if she was making any sense, wasn’t sure what she was even begging for. All she knew was that her heart was shattering, her soul was dying. She felt an immense, unbearable pain, and she was screaming.

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Percy jolted awake, the room cloaked in darkness, but the light of the fountain was enough for her to recognize her surroundings. She was in her cabin. Safe and sound. She was safe, and her children were safe.

Tears filled her sea-green eyes once more, her heart shattering anew. For the first time, her cabin, her mini-heaven, felt suffocating. The events of her dream rushed back to her, and Percy could no longer hold back her tears. She needed to get out, needed to breathe. Air was scarce in the cabin, and she needed more.

With shaky legs, she stood and rushed to the door, trying to find air, trying to calm her sobs, but she couldn’t. She burst through the door and into the night. She didn’t remember where she walked or where her legs carried her. All she knew was that she found herself in the middle of a path lined with trees, the only light guiding her being the moon’s gentle glow.

She tried to control her sobs, tried to take deep breaths to calm herself. She was safe. They were safe, she reminded herself.

A sudden movement behind her froze the blood in her veins. She sensed him—felt his presence. His energy was always so warm, so peaceful, that she could always feel him. But this time, this peaceful energy brought her only fear. She didn’t dare look behind her, didn’t dare see if those eyes had turned golden again. She didn’t dare to hear that cold, merciless voice. So Percy stood there, wrapping her arms around herself, protecting herself, protecting them from the coldness she had just begun to feel.

"My love?" His gentle voice was like a sweet whisper, so lovely and filled with emotion. It carried love and concern, just as she was used to, before her nightmares.

"Percy, my love, why are you here?" he asked again, his voice almost a whisper, as if afraid of startling her. That’s when she broke down again. Hearing his voice like that only reminded her of her nightmare, her visions, and what his voice might sound like when all was exposed.

Percy didn't remember how it happened, but she found herself enveloped in warm arms. She remembered his gentle voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he held her, shielding her from the coldness of the night. It was ironic how the person she feared was the one giving her peace and comfort now, the only one capable of calming her tears. She sensed the fear and worry in his voice as he held her, felt his concern through the gentle touch of his hand soothing her hair.

If only he knew what he would become in the future...

She stayed there for what felt like minutes, maybe hours. She didn't even realize when he had picked her up and led her to a rock, where he sat with her wrapped in his arms, still caressing her hair and calming her down. She didn’t dare speak or look at him, afraid her eyes and voice would betray her

After what seemed like forever, she finally dared to look at him, to meet his gaze. He allowed her to lift her head, and she saw his eyes—beautiful, clear sky-blue even under the moonlight. His eyes were filled with love and gentleness, just as she remembered, now mingled with concern. Percy’s sea-green eyes locked with his, afraid that if she looked away, his eyes would turn to gold again. Her lover didn’t speak, only looked at her, always considerate, always patient, waiting for her to find peace before finding her voice.

“What’s wrong, love?” he muttered, his voice carrying the gentleness of the world. He brushed away the hair blocking her face, soothing her racing heart. He waited for an answer, but she shook her head, still unable to find her voice.

She felt terrible lying to him; she couldn’t look into his eyes and deceive him, so she averted her gaze, studying her surroundings. Only now did she notice they were in the middle of the forest. Suddenly, a warm hand gently held her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes again. “Percy… what’s wrong?”

She knew this tone—the tone of demanding answers, answers he would get no matter how long he has to keep her wrapped in his arms. A voice inside her head, a tiny voice, told her she could trust him, find peace in him, that he would protect her as he promised. But that voice was immediately drowned by the ocean of nightmares that filled her nights.

Percy shook her head again, trying to find her voice, now raspy from screaming and crying. “J-just a nightmare,” she muttered, still unable to look away as he gently fixed her chin with his warm fingers, holding her gaze.

Apollo studied her for a few minutes before gently stroking her hair again with his other hand. “A nightmare that made you run to the woods in the middle of the night?” he asked, still gentle and patient.

Percy simply nodded and muttered, “A bad nightmare.”

His gaze never left hers, studying her while his hands continued to soothe her. “What was it about?”

Percy gulped. She knew he would ask. He was always curious about every detail of her life, always there listening to her nightmares. He wouldn’t let this one go.

She looked at him, still holding his gaze, as if trying to show him she was being honest. “About the war.”

Apollo simply nodded before Percy felt the gentle touch of his lips on her forehead, kissing away her worries. His warmth spread throughout her body, comforting her, enveloping her in peace. For a fleeting moment, Percy wanted to believe that all was perfect in the world.

He whispered, his lips still on her forehead, "My love, have I ever told you how terrible of a liar you are?"

Percy's heart sank as nightmares rushed back to her—the memory of his cold voice, his golden angry eyes, and his indifferent gaze. She could feel her heartbeat in her hands, only for him to look at her again, his beautiful blue eyes meeting hers, guiding her through the darkness.

His eyes held nothing but pure gentleness, a hint of teasing, and a lot of love. His fingers started brushing her cheeks gently as he spoke again, his voice as gentle as a feather, "You are a terrible liar, and I love that you try to lie to the god of truth." He kissed her nose affectionately.

Speechless and unsure of what to say or how to react, Percy was overwhelmed. her silence didn’t seem to bother him as he continued to brush her cheeks and pepper her face with sweet, gentle kisses. "Now tell me, what’s wrong?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern and love.

Percy couldn’t do anything but shake her head as she attempted to free herself from his embrace, only to find him holding her tighter. He remained silent, patient, silently facing their battle as she struggled against him.

She heard him sigh, and for a split second, fear gripped her—fear of him running out of patience, fear of meeting those golden eyes again. But the more she protested, the gentler his hold became. She looked into his eyes again, his lips curving into a small smile. “You aren’t going anywhere, my love, until you tell me,” he stated, his voice filled with warmth.

She shook her head as silent tears started rolling down her cheeks. “I-I can’t,” she whispered.

He shook his head, as if her answer wasn’t what he was seeking, before kissing her tears away, wiping them away with his lips. “Yes, you can, and you will, Percy,” he sighed before continuing. “I know you well enough to know that nothing, absolutely nothing, could make you run into the middle of the night like that unless it was something terrifying.” He kissed her forehead again, as if aware of the calming effect his gentle kisses had on her. And he wasn’t wrong. The more he did it, the more she felt at peace in his arms, despite all the nightmares.

He gently continued, still holding her gaze. “You looked at our dear grandfather eye-to-eye and stood your ground. I know my Percy. Nothing can scare her. So tell me, my love.”

She wanted to, oh how she wanted to tell him everything, to spill everything and hold him close. But she knew she couldn’t. She knew how he would react, and she knew what they would face.

Percy shook her head again, tears streaming down her face as she forcefully freed herself from his grasp. She couldn’t bear to look at his hurt expression, the pain in his eyes as she distanced herself from him, as if she were afraid of him. And who could she lie to? She was afraid of him.

She kept shaking her head, trying to make him understand. She didn’t want to hurt him, but he had to understand. She struggled to find her voice again. "I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!" she repeated, tears flowing freely. The night’s coldness enveloped her once more, while her body begged her to return to the warmth of his arms. Percy tried to look at him, hoping he would spare her from explaining anything, but she was once again met with his beautiful blue eyes, tinged with pain and uncertainty. His voice broke her, destroying all the self-will she had been trying to gather, as he whispered, "Don’t you trust me?"

She does! She wanted to scream at him that she does, that he was foolish to even doubt it. But does she? Percy questioned herself as she looked at him again. does she trust him? If she did, she wouldn’t feel afraid of him. If she did, she wouldn’t believe he would harm her or their children.

The longer she took to answer, the more pain showed in his eyes as his gaze locked onto hers. Then he spoke again, almost in a whisper, his voice showing hints of pain. "What did I do?"

Silence enveloped them, the night alive with the symphony of the forest. The rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, the distant hoot of an owl, and the occasional chirping of crickets provided a backdrop to their conversation, amplifying the tension between them.

She kept looking at him, observing how he tried his best to understand what he had done wrong. Knowing him, he was probably going through a mental list of things he thought he might have done.

But how could she tell him?

“You didn’t do anything,” she finally said, her voice quivering.

“Then why?” he pressed.

“Why what?”

“Why are you looking at me like you aren’t sure whether you are safe with me or not?” he asked, his eyes still fixed on her, waiting for any reaction.

Percy couldn’t handle this anymore. She couldn’t tell him anything, yet she couldn’t not tell him anything. He stood there, hurt, thinking she didn’t trust him, yet he was so far from the truth.

Apollo slowly stood and stepped a little closer to her. Blame it on her nightmare or her lack of sleep, but she couldn’t help but take a step backward, earning her a quizzical look from him.

“St-stay away,” she muttered, hoping to stop him. She realized too late that her words had indeed stopped him, but not in the way she wished, as he stood frozen, looking at her with pained eyes. For the first time in her life, Percy witnessed fear in Apollo’s eyes.

She had hurt him, deeply. But who could blame her? If anyone with a healthy mind saw these visions every day, they would react the same way.

She tried to speak again, hoping to remove that pained look from his face. “I-I didn’t mean it that—“ But before she could finish, he spoke again.

“You are scared of me… What did I do?”

That’s when Percy broke down again. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was nightmares, maybe it was a terrible mix of both, but she couldn’t bear to see that look on his face. She started sobbing, holding her face in her palms. She felt him hesitate, unsure whether to step closer or stay where he was, knowing she was scared.

Percy kept sobbing as she muttered, "It’s not you... You will harm us... In the future, you will harm us... I can’t let that happen... They don’t deserve this!"

Apollo’s voice cut through her sobbing state as he simply questioned, “Us? They?”

Here’s a few things about Percy: sometimes words don’t go through her brain before speaking them out, which has gotten her into trouble with gods, titans, and monsters alike. When she is in distress, this tendency becomes even worse, and following order becomes harder for her. And in that special moment, Percy was in her most vulnerable state as she couldn’t control her sobs. Gaea had warned her to be careful with every word she says, but it’s not Percy’s fault that Gaea trusted her with such a mission. And it was too late when Percy realized what she had done as she looked at her confused lover. It was too late to withdraw her words; her tears still blurred her vision as he stood in front of her. “I-I mean us, me and you,” she stammered.

Apollo shook his head, didn’t he just tell her how terrible of a liar she is? “You just said ‘they’? Who are they, Percy?”

She wanted to run, to escape now, never look back because she just realized that she had messed up everything. Her tears were uncontrollable at this point, but she couldn’t let herself drown in them. She needed to stay awake to face him, but with what? What could she say?

In a blink of an eye, she felt warm palms cupping her cheeks, caressing them softly as his eyes poured into hers. “Who are you talking about?” he whispered gently, as if he was aware that whatever topic they were approaching was something destroying her.

Was it worth lying at this moment? Percy questioned herself. Maybe Gaea had promised to save her from all, but was it a real solution? Was she able to run from the twelve Olympian gods forever? Was she really able to postpone whatever destiny her children might face? She is a child of prophecy, and she knows how hard it is to escape prophecies. Was any of it really worth it?

She could feel a voice in her head telling her to confide in him, and another screaming and shouting at her, telling her that these nightmares would come true, and she was only making them come quicker. She could feel invisible hands holding her throat, preventing her from talking, a pressure almost preventing her from breathing. But one thing, one small thing, was holding her like an archer holding a ship amidst a dark storm: his eyes. Those gentle eyes that looked at her with all the love and concern possible. Eyes promising her that he would protect her no matter what. And in that second, she trusted those eyes, for they had never broken a promise.

“Our children,” she whispered, maybe even afraid that he would hear. But she knew that he heard, because the frozen state he was in proved that he did, in fact, hear.

His frozen state only fed her fears more; his eyes never left hers, but he was oddly silent, and that didn’t help her at all in this situation. She regretted blurting it out; she regretted not controlling herself, and she was about to regret confiding in his eyes when the silence was broken with his voice.

“You are—” he began, but couldn’t finish. He waited for her to finish, waited for her to spill the words so she could confirm them.

Tears rolled from Percy’s eyes again. That was it, that was the moment she had dreaded. But when was she a coward running away? Never, and she never would. Percy nodded, still holding his gaze, as she finished his own sentence. “—pregnant.”

And again, frozen, he was back again to that state where his eyes widened, looking at her, searching her eyes for any hint of a lie. She had to break this silence; she had to speak. She led armies, so she could lead a conversation, even with tears rolling down her eyes.

“triplet.. But there’s a prophecy… Dangerous… Gods will be angry… You will be angry… A lot of danger… Tartarus… I need to prote—” But before she managed to finish her incoherent speech, which she was sure made no sense, she felt warm lips on hers.

It was a gentle kiss, soft and tender, like a feather brushing against her lips. It was a kiss filled with happiness, reassurance and love, a silent promise. In that moment, all her fears melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and warmth. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, letting herself be enveloped by his love.

Maybe she wished to believe that it was a normal pregnancy announcement; maybe his kiss did make her feel like that. And for moments, she wanted to believe that. He broke the kiss only to replace it with another tender kiss, and another, and another.

She tried to whisper between kisses, reminding him of their situation: “Prophecy.” But it only gained her an inaudible mumble as he kissed her one last time. Maybe he didn’t hear her incoherent speech; maybe he was also wishing to live in his own world for a few minutes.

He looked at her again, and if she thought that she already found his most beautiful gaze, she was wrong. Because at this moment, there she found the most beautiful gaze. He looked at her with eyes full of love, happiness, pure happiness he barely showed, besides when she confessed her love for the first time. But now, it was a new type of happiness, a new type of hope. His hands never left her cheeks as he kept caressing them with even more tenderness. He whispered, “I love you... so much,” before kissing her again softly and mumbling, “Thank you.”

She hated to break that moment for them; she hated to ruin this happiness. But she had to. She had to tell him the full truth since he already knew the worst part of it. “Prophecy,” she mumbled again. That’s when she caught his attention, and he spoke, “What prophecy are you talking about my love ? I heard of nothing.”

She took a deep breath before she spilled everything to him, from the moment she discovered her pregnancy to the prophecy, to the nightmares, and even Gaea's secret mission in 'helping her'. She could feel Gaea’s rage; don’t ask her how, but she could feel it.

Only after saying everything did she finally dare to look at Apollo, who was now holding her waist with his brows knotted in confusion. He was silent for a few minutes, her anxiety at its peak as she waited for any word from him, anything.

Maybe after telling him everything, he would agree with her plan with Gaea? Maybe he would agree with how dangerous her children are? Maybe he would say that the prophecy could be wrong? She didn’t know. But she did know one thing: his face showed pure curiosity and not anger.

After what seemed like hours, he finally spoke softly, "No." She looked at him in confusion.

"No..." he repeated again, Percy still not understanding what he was trying to say, when he cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at him. "I don’t care what this prophecy says. I’ll have a talk with Rachel for hiding this. But I don’t care what it means."

Percy whispered, afraid of raising her voice, "You are the god of prophecy, you can't say that."

He shook his head, his blue eyes still filled with determination. "If me being the god of prophecy means I’ll let harm come to my children, then I’ll let Delphi crumble to pieces."

"No harm will come to them. I will not allow any harm to come to them, and I don’t care if the price to pay was Olympus itself," Percy tried to shake her head, as if she was warning him that he was saying nonsense, but he fixed her face and made her look at him. "Nothing, and absolutely nothing, will harm you or our children, love," he stated. "I swear it on the River Styx." A sudden thunder broke the silence of the forest.

An oath... he just made an oath while holding her as if he didn’t just make the most sacred oath. Percy tried to reason with him, "But Gaea—"

Apollo shook his head again. "I’ll not let anyone take care of you. I don’t trust anyone with you, and especially not a primordial goddess that was supposed to be sleeping."

"But Olympus—"

"I’ll deal with them. Leave them to me."

"But—" She tried to protest when his lips found hers again in a gentle kiss, silencing her. "Stop with buts. Nothing will happen, and you have the word of a god. I will never allow anything to happen to you... all of you." That’s when his eyes were suddenly filled with happiness and gentleness again. He suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

As he mumbled in her neck, in a soft, gentle tone, "Gods, Percy..." and "Thank you," she didn’t understand what he was thankful for, but she was sure of one thing: for the first time in weeks, she felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders, just like when Atlas took the weight of the Earth from her again. Yet this time, she felt utter peace. Complete peace.

For the first time in weeks, she felt her heart filled with happiness. She was in his arms, the arms of the one who made a sacred oath to protect her and her children. Not just her, but also them. And maybe, just maybe, it was worth it.

It was worth having this nightmare so she could find him here tonight. Maybe the Fates really took pity on her... just maybe, there is hope.

[floras-imagination]

Robbers, forever? 🖤 matty healy x reader

CHAPTER 1

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summary: Y/n and Matty break each other's hearts multiple times over the years, yet they find themselves unable to stay away from each other... and this is the beginning of their love story 🖤 authors note: This story is inspired by some of my fondest memories shared with an ex (but I've made some changes to better align the story with Matty's character), and each chapter is accompanied by poems I've written about that relationship. I've posted them on my poetry blog, so just click on the links you'll find in the chapters:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I do 💘 (i think it's so cuuuute) word count: 2,6 k warning: y/n struggles with a restrictive ed in the first few chapters (but it's just kinda mentioned in the diary entry at the beginning)

August 2012

Dear Diary, I wish I were stronger. I wish I could beat this illness, but I just can't. Every time I try to recover, I fail. I've been doing so well in the last few months, but it's always the same. As soon as I'm doing better I mess it up again. Why do I keep lying to myself? "I'm in control." "Just one more day." "I can stop if I want to." But I never do. A day turns into a week, and suddenly weeks have passed, and I can't control it anymore.

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Y/n sat in her living room, having some dinner while watching the news. As she glanced at her phone, she noticed an incoming call from an unknown number.

After considering it for a moment, Y/n became curious, so she decided to answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n?", a male, familiar voice asked.

"Matty?", she asked slightly confused, immediately recognizing the man on the phone.

"Surprised?"

"Uhm... yeah, kind of, I guess. Haven't heard anything from you in ages. How've you been?"

Matty and Y/N have known each other from school. After they graduated a few years ago, they sometimes still bumped into each other in town, enjoying a nice chat and updating each other about their busy, somewhat messy adult lives. Though their paths seemed to cross every once in a while, they never really tried to stay in touch.

"Great, actually," he answered. "George and I got a bit bored, so I was wondering if maybe you wanna hang out with us?"

"Hang out with you?"

"Yeah, we'd pick you up."

"Okay, let me get this straight," the girl stated. "You and George got bored..."

"Yep."

"and out of all the things you could do, you chose to ask me if I want to hang out with you?"

"Now what's wrong with that?" Matty asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to call someone you have never called before, asking them to hang out on a casual Thursday.

"Well, I don't kn... Wait! Where did you get my number from?"

"Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It does matter somehow."

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn made Y/N jump.

"Nah. We're here by the way. You're coming?"

"Matty! It's 9:30; I'm already in my pajamas!" she exclaimed.

Matty laughed. "I don't care what you're wearing."

"And who even gave you my address?"

"Just get your ass out here!" he snickered into the phone. "Now!"

"You're insufferable!"

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged it off with a smirk.

"Give me at least a sec to put some clothes on." Not waiting for an answer, she hung up. Despite her confusion about Matty's suspicious call, she changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, quickly grabbing her jacket and keys as she went downstairs to leave the house.

Matty sat on the passenger seat of George's car, his arm casually dangling out of the open window. "Hi, Y/n!" he greeted her with a big smile on his face, causing y/n's bewilderment to grow.

"Hi, Y/n!" George called from the drivers seat.

"Hi...", she hesitantly answered, shyly waving her hand toward his direction.

"Come on, get inside!" Matty said excitedly.

"Matty, I still don't kn..."

"Sshhh!" he cut her off, pressing his index finger on his lips. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Y/n opened the door and placed herself on the backseat, putting on her seatbelt as George started the engine, ready to drive off.

"How are you Y/n?" Matty asked.

"Uhm.. fine, I guess. Bit tired. I have work tomorrow."

"Are you still working as a nurse, Y/n?" George asked.

"Yes, I am. How's your music thing going?"

"Absolutely amazing", Matty answered immediately. "We're currently working on our first album. It's gonna be a fuckin' banger, isn't it George?"

"Oh, definitely!", George added.

"That's cool. I'm so happy for you guys. Can't wait to hear it," Y/n grinned.

"You're gonna be the first to hear it when it's done.", Matty beamed.

George shook his head, trying to hide a chuckle as he glanced over to the overly excited Matty. "What?" Matty reacted.

"Nevermind," George now laughed.

Matty shook his curls out of his face. "Idiot."

"Where are we driving?" Y/n asked as she slowly got more comfortable in the presence of her old classmates.

"I don't know," both Matty and George stated in unison, looking at each other as neither of them had a clue about their destination.

"Maybe we can park the car over there," Matty pointed towards and empty parking space he randomly saw.

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After George parked the car, Matty quickly left the car to open the door for Y/N.

Their gaze locked for a moment, as she looked up at him from her seat "Uhm.. thank you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he waved it off. "Don't mention it."

George rolled his eyes at Matty's silly behaviour. "Ouch!" he squeaked, as Matty stabbed him with his elbow.

"Ah look! A church," Matty stated as the three of them were heading towards one of the city's churches. "Quite stunning, isn't it?"

"It's just a church, mate," George raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Shall we sit down on that bench over there? Hope I won't go up in flames. Wouldn't that be fun, huh?" Matty asked.

A slight chuckle left Y/n lips, as she realized that going outside with Matty and George wasn't as bad as she expected. She was actually glad that she picked up that call. A little bit of distraction from her mind and her self-destructive thoughts had been long overdue.

"Do you smoke, Y/n?"

"Nah, it's disgusting."

George threw his head back in heavy laughter before patting Matty's shoulder, who looked at him in his usual clumsy way.

"What is it with you today, George?" Matty asked, shaking his head. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Me? No idea what you're talking about," he kept on laughing.

Y/n was still standing in front on the bench, while only the two boys were sitting.

"Anyway," Matty looked away from George, turning his face toward Y/n. "You know you can actually sit down here beside me." Matty said as his curls were dangling in his eyes again. He pushed them aside with his hand as he continued, "We don't bite, you know?"

"Well, I certainly won't," George still couldn't get over whatever he was laughing about. "But I wouldn't be so sure about Matty."

Matty kicked his foot against George's. "I'm sorry about him. He's usually not like that."

"It's okay, I'd rather keep standing. I just wish I knew what he's laughing about, so I could join in," the blonde girl chuckled.

"No, I think it'd best if he kept it to himself", Matty said with a pointed look at George, his tone firm, implying he should refrain from sharing the source of his amusement. "... wouldn't it, George?"

"Ookayy... this is... weird," Y/n said while observing the two musicians, trying to figure out what was going on.

Matty knew why George was enjoying himself this much, but he didn't want anyone else to know, especially not Y/n. He instantly started to regret that he had told his long kept secret to his best friend earlier that day, since George was on his best way of ruining Matty's well-thought-out plan.

George cleared his throat as he finally pulled himself back together. "Mh, mh...," he hummed. After lighting his own fag he handed the lighter over to Matty so he could light his.

Y/N watched as he blew the smoke out, which slowly meandered all over his face before evaporating into the cold, dark night. As he slowly opened up his eyes, their glances met for a second but she looked down at her feet immediately, to avoid having any more eye contact.

"I kinda miss going to school with you guys," Matty informed them. "Do you miss it too sometimes?"

"Nah, certainly not," George answered, but Matty's eyes were fixed on Y/n.

"Yeah, I do," Y/n chuckled. "Do you know who I miss the most?"

"No, who?" Matty asked, before he quickly added "Ah, no, wait! I know it!"

Y/n raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

"It's me!"

George and Y/n looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Oh damn, Matty. I wish I had an ego as big as yours," Y/n snickered.

"Yeah, well... okay. Who is it then?", Matty shrugged.

"It's Mr. Miller. I kinda miss his bad jokes"

"Haha, yeah, he was such a pervert, though."

"Yeah, I know. That's what made it so funny," she answered.

"I mean, he was only that funny because his jokes were so bad. Ridiculous." George added, slightly chuckling under his breath.

"Wait... doesn't he live over there?" The girl turned around, pointing towards a house across the street from the church.

"Uhm..," Matty thought for a moment before he continued "Yes! He does! He told us about the annoying chimes of the bell tower right in front of his house, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. Wow, that's amazing. Come on, let's see if he's home," not even waiting for a response, she started to make her way across the street to Mr. Miller's house.

"Y/n!" Matty whisper-screamed, "Are you insane? It's half 10. He's probably in bed already, shagging his wife or something."

George laughed at Matty's words. "I'm in. This is fun. Come on Matty. Don't be such a wimp." He stood up from the bench they were sitting on, walking over to Y/n.

Matty was still sitting on the bench, his arms crossed in front of his chest like a little kid left behind by his parents.

"Matty!" Y/n turned around to call him once again. "Get your ass up!"

Matty rolled his eyes before he got up, slowly strolling over the street to where is friends stood.

"Who's gonna ring the doorbell?" George asked, looking at Matty, who immediately responded in denial. "Don't look at me like that! I won't do it."

"And you want to call yourself a man? Pathetic." Y/n snapped in annoyance.

Surprised but kind of impressed by her answer, the two boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'll do it then," y/n informed them before she rang the doorbell at Mr. Miller's front door.

After waiting for a few seconds with no answer, she decided to ring the bell again.

"I think no one's home.", George said.

"I told you he's under his wife!", Matty stated.

Y/n chuckled as she looked at Matty to respond "Yeah Matty, you might be right. Let's leave then."

"I'm always right. Don't know why no one's ever listening to me," he said as they walked back to their bench across the street.

Now it was only George who sat down again, while Y/n and Matty stood in front of the bench.

"Imagine..," y/n started as she turned around to face Matty "like what if they were really in there..."

"They were!" Matty interrupted her. "Believe me."

They both chuckled in unison at their silly and dirty imagination. As Matty sought eye contact again, she tried to cover up her mouth with her hand, feeling a bit insecure. This time, she didn't look away but locked her gaze with his, looking up at the curly-haired man. Suddenly, something seemed to click in her. The sound of his laughter touched her soul like rays of sunshine, covered in sweet melodies. Like the myelin sheath of axons, allowing them to reach her ears even faster than the speed of light. She didn't yet know that this exact moment would change her life forever. That this exact moment was the start of a series of memories she would never get rid of. She didn't yet know that if a magical creature offered her to relive one day of her life, she would unhesitatingly choose this one.

If she had known all this, she probably would have held onto this moment longer. Maybe her question would have been something like 'Can we stay a bit longer?' or 'Can we make this night last forever?'

But instead, she said "Can we go home now? I'm kinda freezing, and I have to get up very early tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure thing," Matty said. And even though he wanted this rather intimate moment between the two of them to last forever or at least a little bit longer, he slowly loosened his gaze from hers. "George? Come on, off we go."

George stood up, and they slowly walked back to the car, neither of them saying a word. It seemed as if something magical lingered in the air. George had noticed that something had happened between Y/N and his best friend — something that changed the entire atmosphere around them, adorning it with a sweet, metaphorical scent.

🖤[poem 1]🖤

As Matty was about to open the car door, Y/n stopped him. "Look! There's a firefly!"

"Where?" Matty asked, wildly looking around.

"Right there, in your hair," she pointed up to his messy curls. "Wait, don't move." She carefully reached out her finger to his hair, trying to let the little firefly crawl onto it.

"It's so cute, isn't it?" she asked, showing him the insect on her finger.

"It is. I've never actually seen one before. Have you?" he asked while admiring the glowing creature on Y/n's finger.

"No, I haven't."

"Look, there's another one," Matty stated as he pointed his finger in the air next to Y/n's face.

Just a few seconds later, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of fireflies, their gentle glow illuminating the dark night around them.

George was already sitting in the car as he rolled down the window, curious why his friends were still standing outside of the car. "What's going on out there?" he asked.

Done admiring the fireflies, Y/n and Matty got in the car. "Man, you missed out on something. About a million fireflies were out there!" Matty exaggerated.

"Oh really? I see them all the time in my garden," George answered casually as he started driving.

"You must be kidding!" Matty stated in surprise.

"No, like literally almost every single night!" he laughed and kept on driving towards Y/n's house to drop her off.

🖤[poem 2]🖤

🖤[poem 3]🖤

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When George stopped the car in front of Y/n's house, she unbuckled her seatbelt, getting ready to leave the car.

"So, uhm... it was nice to hang out with you, guys," Y/n said.

"Yeah..." Matty started before he was cut off by George.

"Yeah, Y/n. I'm pretty sure Matty liked it too," George teased, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Thank you, George," Matty rolled his eyes at him. "But I think I can speak for myself, can't I? I'm a big boy, I suppose." He turned around to face Y/n in the backseat. "So, yeah. I loved it. It was fun. Maybe we can hang out again at the weekend?"

"Yes, I'd love that," she shyly smiled in response.

"Great."

"Okay. Well, goodnight then," she said, opening the door to get out of the car. "See ya, guys!"

"Bye, Y/n!" George waved.

"See ya!" Matty called out of the open window as she was already out of the car, opening her front door, waving goodbye with a smile on her face.

After she disappeared into the house, Matty immediately turned around, confronting George. "You fuckin' idiot!"

"What? What have I done now?" George laughed.

"George, I'm telling you...," Matty warned him. "If you ruin this..."

"I won't ruin anything, mate. I think you need to settle down a bit. Tonight went quite well, didn't it?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I think so," Matty looked outside the window, his tired head resting on his hand, his mind replaying the evening's events like scenes from a movie...

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Let me know what you think xx

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

CW slightly suggestive content but uhhh

Sashanne having a more physical relationship in highschool before it becomes explicitly romantic, like I'm talking 17-18 years old right? And lately, every sleepover includes making out and lots of touching and y'know, while still strictly calling each other just friends. It's not that they're not in love with each other, they just... don't want to think about it right now. It's just easier this way. Just like how it's easier not to talk about it when it's over.

But they're definitely not exclusive, and Anne has seen Sasha dating boys for the past few years - never girls - and it's honestly killing her inside. She doesn't want to bring it up because why would she? They're just friends! And sometimes they have fun together, but it's just that, little more than an entertaining sleepover activity that doesn't mean anything. Even if Sasha always tells her she's beautiful between kisses, even if she always hugs her tight afterwards. They're just friends. They trust each other with their lives. Nothing's wrong.

But one time they're lying together on Anne's bed, cuddling while Sasha plays with her hair, exhausted and comfy and content, and as they chat, Sasha casually tells her about the boy she was with last weekend, and Anne gets surprisingly angry all of a sudden. Her excuse is that Sasha needs to tell her before doing anything because, what if they get sick or something? It doesn't make much sense but the words fall out of her mouth anyway. She hates hates HATES the idea of a boy seeing Sasha the way she sees her, HATES the idea of a boy touching her, or being this close to her, and frog now she can't get the image out of her head, which is hauntingly explicit because she tries so hard not to think about it that she can't help think about it. She has tears in her eyes. If Sasha was offended by Anne's previous implications, she lets it go as soon as she sees how upset she is. They both know Anne has no right to ask Sasha to stop seeing people - they're just friends, after all - but Sasha has always been the protector, and she already hurt Anne too many times, the last thing she wants is to make her cry (nowadays, seeing either of her girls cry always makes her stop on her tracks, no matter how angry she was before, no matter how right she knows she is, it's like it pushes a special button in her brain that tells her your priority now is to make her happy again, no matter how inconvenient it is). She has two options now: to call this off now before it gets worse and they both end up hurt, or promising Anne some level of exclusivity, even if it just means asking permission before being with a boy. Or anyone, for that matter, but as pretty as girls are, there are only two that truly own her heart and she could never bring herself to be with another. Not after Anne. There is only one other girl she'd be with after Anne and she's half a continent away.

She'd be willing to give Anne that power. She's eager, almost, as if making up for something even though she didn't do anything wrong. Anne can't accept it - friends talk about boys at sleepovers, Sasha telling her about her boyfriend of the week should be normal. She asks Sasha to forget about it, and curls into her side and lets her continue play with her hair while she holds back tears. She knows this is a game for them, she shouldn't expect Sasha to treat it as anything else. Even if it makes her feel a litte bit like a toy.

[saddogs-blog]

Mentor Finnick x reader

Finnick Odair didn't know what drove you to volunteer, but for your sake he hoped it was for a noble cause. When it came to volunteering, there was a thin line between bravery and stupidity, and it was crossed more often than not.

Oh how he despised mentoring. He didn't despise the tributes no, especially as he knew you and your district partner were now only living on the time the Capitol gave you. But he did hate how the Capitol dragged him back each year to watch the kids of his district die.

He didn't blame you. You hadn't truly thought out the consequences of it all, or you never would've volunteered in the first place. No one would. The train cart's doors slid open, and he saw you sitting alone. Mags had probably whisked away your district partner somewhere for a chat.

"Hello y/n," he greeted them with a nod and shrugged off his jacket. "My name is Finnick Odair."

"And I am your mentor."

"Hi" I say back still staring out the window

He took a seat next to you, leaning back and crossing his arms. "You're awfully quiet for someone who just volunteered."

He observed your expression closely, trying to get a read on your emotions.

"For a good reason" I say watching out the window

"And what reason is that?" He inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice. He was intrigued by your answer, wondering what was driving you to such an extreme act.

"None of your business" I say not mean or teasing just normally

Finnick raised an eyebrow at your blunt response, slightly amused by your attitude. He was used to people being intimidated by him or trying to please him, but you were different. He decided to test your boundaries a little further.

"Ah, the classic 'it's none of your business' line," he chuckled. "I'm your mentor, sweetheart. Everything about you is my business now."

"Too bad"

He smirked, clearly enjoying your feisty attitude. "You know, you're quite the spitfire, aren't you? I like that. But it's not going to save you in the arena."

"I know how to survive so don't you dare start that with me" I say finally taking a break from the window and looking at him with my red tear stained eyes that I tried to hide and tried to stop

His smirk faltered for a moment as he noticed the tears in your eyes. He hadn't expected that, and it caught him off guard. His expression softened slightly as he spoke again.

"You've been crying." It was more of a statement than a question.

I rub my eyes trying to stop it from showing I was taught that crying was a sighn of weakness and I didn't want to show that to my mentor . "Sorry"

"Don't apologize for crying," he said, his tone gentle now. "Everyone cries. It's normal. But you need to remember that the arena is a different story. Out there, weakness can be deadly."

"I know, i've done this before" I finally put out that i've been doing the games for awhile

His eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? You've been in the games before?" He couldn't believe it. No one ever came back from the arena, and you were saying you were a survivor?

I nod "Twelve times"

Finnick was speechless for a moment, his mind racing. "Twelve times? How is that even possible?"

He studied you closely again, trying to figure out if you were telling the truth or not. But he could tell from your expression that you weren't lying.

I'm scared. Scared that I said too much. Scared that he wont believe me. Scared that I messed up. "I don't know, I ask myself that everyday" I finally

He could see the fear in your eyes, and he understood your anxiety. "Hey, it's okay. I believe you."

He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you. "I won't tell anyone. This is just between us."

"Thank you"

"Of course," he said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "But you have to promise me something."

"What?"

"Promise me that you'll be careful in the arena. That you won't take unnecessary risks. I know you've been through this before, but this time is different. You have a chance to survive, to make it out of there alive."

"But what if I don't want to?"

His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind.

"what if I don't want to, make it out alive"

He stared at you in disbelief. "You're talking about giving up? You can't do that. You have to fight, you have to try."

"Twelve years, I don't want to do it again"

"Twelve years… that's a long time," he acknowledged. "But think about all the people who are counting on you to come back. Your family, your friends… and me."

He leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours. "I know it's hard, but you can't just give up. You have to keep going for them."

"Family are dead"

His expression softened again, his heart aching for you. "I'm sorry to hear that. But there must be someone who cares about you. Someone who will be devastated if you don't make it."

"No, they killed everyone I knew"

"Everyone?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "How is that even possible?" He was horrified by the thought of losing everyone he knew, and couldn't imagine what it would be like to be completely alone.

"I didn't know alot it was my mom, dad, brother, kasie, it didn't take them very long"

"God…" he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "That's… that's awful. I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel."

I still have my flower in my hand and I just look down at it and hold it tight

He noticed the flower in your hand, and his eyes followed it. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing to it.

"My brother gave it to me, before they killed him, I took care of it"

He looked at the flower again, now understanding its significance. "He gave you a flower? That's a pretty nice last gift."

I nod

"I bet it means a lot to you, then," he said softly. "You should keep it safe. Treasure it."

"I try"

"You do a good job," he complimented. "I can tell that you love that flower. But I think there's something else you should love more."

"what?"

"Your own life," he stated simply. "It's important to love yourself, too. Don't just throw your life away. You deserve to live, just like everyone else."

I look down and then out the window again not really knowing what to say

He sighed, realizing that he wasn't getting through to you. "Just… promise me you'll think about it, okay? Don't let despair consume you. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks"

"You're welcome," he said, patting your back. "And remember, I'm here for you. Whatever you need, just ask."

I nod

He sat back, watching you stare out the window again. He couldn't help but feel a pang of protectiveness towards you. He didn't want to see you get hurt or killed, and he silently vowed to do everything he could to keep you alive.

[nikatyler]

Zeph 1.0 ✨

Surprise. I wanna archive my very first bg3 run over here also, because it's pain in the ass to revisit it on twitter. I didn't quite live tweet this one, but I tweeted it a bunch too. The usual applies, spoilers are inevitable*, do with that what you want, and as per usual, if you haven't played this game yet: Go. Play. It. NOW. 😡

*but also this one is wayyyy less spoilery than my livetweeting of later runs haha

So let's go back to the beginning, March 7. Little Nika had no idea she's about to unleash her greatest hyperfixation since her Winx Club days.

I'm feeling like. Proper shy about this game 💀 It's just a game these people are fake no need to feel shy you'll hurt no one's feelings dammit

(it's still installing btw, because apparently my internet hates me today of all days)

Still about 80 minutes to go 💀 my own stupid ass anxiety will kill me before that

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nice

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FIVE MINUTES UNTIL I LOSE THE LAST SHRED OF MY SANITY BESTIES

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friends i'm too shy to click the play button

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See this is why I have zero friends because I'm too intimidated to even open a game with people who DON'T ACTUALLY EXIST alright alright i'll go do it you know i want to and i know i want to but i'm gonna sit here blushing like a fool the entire time

I also need to yell before I do a new thing

I'm in

Being a complicated asexual means I have no ducking idea if I want it or not Eh we're going with it

Yes I suppose this will now be the live thread of my initial thoughts and shenanigans, welcome welcome, or use that cute little mute button if you don't care ✨

I can already tell I'll have only two facial expressions playing this game: 👁️👄👁️ and 👁️🫦👁️

That was some fucked up asmr right there in the beginning. 10/10

Fuck it whomst do we create now chat Do we do it Do I do that thing we talked about

I'm overwhelmed by the amount of ways I could go about this, I think I'll create a random character at first and then when I play some other time I'll bring my boi in when I know better what to do and how 🫣

Girl help I don't know what kind of character I want to play with

As someone who dropped out of university I kinda feel like I need to have this hair 💀

them need a name (idk why i said it like that but i'm keeping it my brain is mush ok)

aintnoway it's been 15 minutes and i still haven't picked a name, am i possibly overthinking this? does anyone get the vibe that i'm overthinking this because i certainly feel like there may be a chance that i'm overthinking this

BUT I AM HAVING FUN I PROMISE

I'm still playing I just have nothing to say, I'm learning, and I'm waiting to meet you know who

Here we go 😗

Had dinner irl and I feel like I should take a break but so far I'm loving this! I'm a bit dumb but eh we'll get there. Would love to try out the multiplayer at some point (but don't count on it, I say that now and then I'll be too anxious to play with you 💀)

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I just realized my guy Zeph (they/them) looks like a yassified Ladislaus the Posthumous and idk what to do with that information

here's a slightly better look at my guy. do i need to say i'd die for them

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babes the minecraft hole will be abandoned for another game i'm afraid

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That little thingy that tells you the character approves will ruin my life. Pathological people-pleaser reporting for duty 🫡

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Y'all weren't lying this game is addicting

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i'm so fucking weak already he just lays there like that and i fgjklsdfsjkljdsf thoughts i will not handle this game well

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i'm so schoolgirl with a crush coded at the moment it's so embarrassing

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I haven't played bg3 since before lunch

Midnight and I still haven't played it's been like almost 12 hours at this point I'm completely normal abt this

I'm too tired but I want to play but it would be a bad idea but I mean I'm dumb at this game anyway so what's the harm but I don't want to mess up but ok bed first ig

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did someone ask for homemade niche memes that only apply to me

(he would get it though)

wait that picture is even funnier than i intended for it to be bc like this happened canonically in the nsb legacy, he burned because i was too busy doing something else

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I killed my character 💀 whoopsie it's reload time sorry bud

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Teehee won a battle and knew what I was doing most of the time, maybe I'm getting better at this

I'll go put some lasagna in the oven and continue playing

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Chanting "eat shit, eat shit, eat shit" in a very squeaky voice every time an enemy goes down

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all too well you say?? wind in my hair i was there i remember it all too well?? did you leave your scarf at his sister's house???

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lemme tell you how to make my simple bi ass happy

i'm bi first and people pleaser second. or vice versa. dunno

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Oh yissss the bite scene here we go :3

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oh don't you worry i will so be on my vigilante shit for you

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Not to be weird again but this game is unlocking emotions I didn't know I had

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You know how I thought I was getting better 💀 yeah nvm it's reload after reload today 💀

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Oop I'm already on 14 hours 🫢

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Okay I'm gonna play for just like five minutes and then go to bed If I'm still online at 2am you're allowed to yell at me

lord save me I said five minutes

I'm showing great restraint right now

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Oh something is happening ohhh something is happening can my laptop catch up and stop lagging pls

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You know it's gonna be so jover for me and I'm gonna be so beyond saving when I start putting together detailed information about my boi Zeph

(they/them btw, I call them boi or bud but in a nonbinary way)

Also can't decide what Zeph is short for. Was their deadname Joseph and they kept just half of it? Is their full first name Zephyros or something? What's their full full name? See it starts with little things like this but give me an hour and I'll have their full history 💀

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Big spiders...big fucking spiders ;----;

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hELLO

fuck that's not the best screenshot i could've taken 💀 I PANICKED OKAY

live nika reaction

Why do I get the feeling *everybody* wants to have fun with me

i didn't click it yet guys i'm 💀💀💀

so do i torture myself and leave it to tomorrow or do i go back in the game now? 👀

Fuck it let's go asexuality leaving my body as we speak

Oh boy

👁️👄👁️ gnight

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My sibling: *sends me a picture of their blorbo* Me: THAT'S NEAT, ALSO I F🤭CKED MY BLORBO YESTERDAY

And yes, those are our first messages today. No "good morning, have a nice day", more like "so this fictional man dammit", straight to the point 😌

Asking the real questions (abt their blorbo)

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Having an Annabeth Chase in Mark of Athena moment (and I don't mean that I'm doing something smart, I mean there's spiders)

FUCK YEAHHHHH WE WON (and almost died) (and in Zeph's case literally died) (but we're so back) (seriously though why do I always manage to kill just my character) (this was the worst battle I hate spiders I hate spiders so much)

I'm still shaking 😭

Having a real dummy day, besides the spider fight I'm not doing well 💀

nvm we got the pwetty book, it only took me like an hour to get here, it's fine😂

the blood, i like it 😌😏

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Oop I've got over 24 hours in the game already 🤭

btw I don't think I ever told you, my savefile name is "girl help"

Also I just quickly hopped in again now but I didn't really do much, I'm too tired to think at this point, I'll probably go to bed soon. I thought I figured something but nah not really and then I accidentally crashed the game oops 💀 my bad

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bi panic intensifies

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Something about me forgetting there could be traps and letting Zeph run straight through them over and over again…no wonder they're always on the verge of death 😭🤣

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um yeah i guess we weren't supposed to do that huh 💀

Don't worry, I reloaded 💀

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I miss my boi Zeph I wish I could be playing rn

They are so getting a backstory and like actual development once I get more into the lore and everything, just watch. And then we'll come full circle and I'll create them in ts4

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we are here

sorry not sorry but also occasionally i'm too self aware so i will be sorry but most of the time i will just not be sorry. sorry about that. but actually not sorry. sorry --

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[parttimepuff]

Surprised Meta Knight isn’t at the big meeting happening right now.

Kirby makes sense for, well, obvious reasons. So what are you guys doing today instead of normal hero duty?

"...the king did ask me if I intended to attend the meeting." Metaknight admitted, wrapped in his cape as he stared out the window of the Halberd. Nothing but clouds met his gaze. "I declined, promising to come if he did need my assistance in any way." A sigh left the knight. "It may be, selfish. Cowardly. Dedede mentioned that there would likely be more Dark Matter in Beep's family." He explained.

"While Dedede has made remarkable progress in growing more comfortable around them, I'm ashamed to say I haven't reached nearly the same heights." The knight elaborated, turning from the window. "I can't predict how I'd react to them at the present time. I'll, of course, attend the official announcement, so until then... I'll need to grow stronger." Which didn't leave him nearly as much time as he'd like.

"Hm?" Kirby glanced away from his phone, having been lying on his bed staring up at it, to see his visitor. "Oh, uh... yeah, I guess it is kinda obvious why I'm not there, huh?" He chuckled half-heartedly. "I really hope the rest of Rev's family isn't scared of me, too, but Beep still is, for sure. I don't wanna push her too much, you know? Even if it does make me sad..."

The puff shook his head, hopping off his bed. "But! About what I'm doing now! I've been chatting with Elfilin about going to visit soon! He's gonna show me around to places I didn't get to visit last time!" Kirby cheered. "Though, he also said he was feeling a little off? Like something bad might happen." He shrugged, patting his chest. "But even if something does, we'll handle it!"

[justhiddlesss]

Nestle Cream

It's New Year's day (Jan 1 2025; 4:55 pm) and I'm literally crying lol. I just finished making fruit salad using my mom's recipe. And since I'm forgetful, I searched "nestle cream" in our conversation in messenger. Moving forward, after making the fruit salad, I bumped in our old conversation with "nestle cream" in the chat.

"Nagluto ako ng baboy na may nestle cream"

I clicked on the conversation which was 4 years ago (around Oct 2020) and boi I was shook. I was so rude to my mom because during this time, I was lying to her because I was living-in with my ex boyfriend. My replies to her messages was so rude and cold.

I was so guilty and I feel sorry and regretful for being like that to her. Mind you I was in my 20s that time, not in my teenage years. Maybe I was a still a rebel since I know they won't let me do the things I want to do, even if I know that those were wrong and against the will of God.

I continued clicking the other messages which contained "nestle cream" and I bumped in to a message which is dated 7 years ago. This is where I said to my mom that I want to eat the dish she makes with nestle cream and pork. It's so good. The conversation was normal and I'm not being a biatch to her since I'm in my college days.

Then scrolling down, I bumped into a message where I was asking for money because of my dorm rent, allowance, then other school expenses (e.g., photocopies and books). My mom said this exact words:

"Makakaraos din tau anak.Sensiya ka na kc tlgang minsan nagugulat ako sa mga binabyaran mo kc sunod sunod ang gastos natin.Alam mo nmn na pti pageant.mo niraos lng tlga kc ayoko mapahiya ka at.maliitin ng iba kaya sinisikap ko kht talagang hirap na.maibigay sau. Salamat sa Panginoon kc tapat siya.Makakatapos ka ng pag aaral anak.Promise ni Lord yan samin."

Boi I cried again T_T sobrang laki ng sacrifice pala sakin ng nanay ko. And I did not take that seriously kasi parang lagi akong may natatanggap. I took her for granted and all I know is tinutulungan din kami ng mga kapatid niya sa ibang bansa. Even the pagents, like wat. Sobrang lala ko. I don't deserve her tbh.

After that message she messaged me this:

A mother. She is my mom. She would sacrifice her own food, her own cravings, and her own life for me.

I really thanked the Lord for His grace for my life. I would never reach this level of success without Him. He carried me and my family during the times we were struggling financially. Both of them are full time pastors and they only get honorarium monthly from the church, but tell how how amazing God is? The Lord really never abandoned us, He never left, He never left us starving, He fulfilled His promises to my parents as they gave their lives in full time ministry to the Lord.

Seeing these messages 7yrs ago, we can't even buy 1 bucket of chicken to satisfy our hunger and cravings. But now, I can gladly and humbly say that we can afford to give buckets of chicken to people because of the Lord's faithfulness in our lives.

From nestle cream to KFC chicken, God can turn anything into a testimony. Be a blessing.

[roomtempmess]

i'm never sure what to do with the fact that you still visit my dreams from time to time so many years later. i know i can't reach out in a way that you would actually see, so this otherwise abandoned space makes the most sense. here goes:

i hope you're doing well. i hope you know i didn't stop messaging because i didn't want to talk. i just needed more effort than what you were able to put in at the time, and i at the very least am at peace with where things ended. i think i'm happier now, and i harbour no hard feelings towards you.

the first time i saw your brother, he was far enough away that i thought you had come back. i had a panic attack imagining having to introduce you to my partner because god, it's obvious that i have a type. another soft, tall nerd with long, curly hair. whoops. it wasn't intentional that i started talking to him immediately after i stopped reaching out to you, it was just some... convenient? inconvenient?... i'm not quite sure what kind, but it was just some... timing.

i swore i wouldn't reach out again until you were the one to start a conversation for once. it sounds silly now to just do that without communicating more clearly, but i really wasn't okay back then and that was as close as i could get to doing the right thing. for a few months there, i purposely let my own boundaries get trampled in a desperate hope that i would end up somewhere where i could be happy. in some senses, i did get there, though i've learned since then that happiness can't be the goal in life. discomfort is necessary and inevitable, and the pursuit of pure happiness only breeds misery. it's odd that i was so willing to actively make myself miserable to be 'happy', and it's probably odder still that i've realized that the happiest i can be involves letting myself be miserable when i need to be.

there are some things you should really never know about how i was doing then, so i won't even hazard to mention them here.

i will say that i tried to read that book series, the one you wished you could discuss with more people. fantasy novels aren't really my speed, and university made my poor adhd brain feel illiterate, so i didn't make it very far, but i tried. i know you followed that one band i told you about on spotify, though we never talked about them again, so i'll assume that we were in similar boats on that one.

i'm much more self-assured now. i'm not so terrified that everyone hates me, and that has largely come out of some more stable relationships that have developed since we knew each other. some of those relationships have been with a couple folks we used to play d&d with together. you still come up in conversation with them every once in a while. sprocket, pmug, and theobold would probably still happily come back to life if any of us had the time. i never know whether i should correct them on how they're referring to you. i never know whether or not i'm supposed to know how best to refer to you.

i'm thinking of trying to get to know your brother more. he seems like a good kid, and he's only recently started talking to me like i'm a normal person. i know he's an awkward dude and that's probably all that was happening, but i couldn't help but feel, for a while, like there was something he knew that i didn't. he's pretty close with my partner and a lot of my close friends, and my partner and i tried to invite him over along with a big group of folks for a thanksgiving thing, but it looks like that won't happen until january now. when i said you weren't the only one who struggled with time management, i really wasn't lying.

again, i really do hope you're doing well (you looked so good in green, etc., etc.). if you wanted to catch up at some point, i'd be happy to chat. unfortunately, some poor 20-year-old kid made a promise to themselves about reaching out, so i can't start that conversation, but you're still more than welcome to shoot me a text. my number hasn't changed.

[obxismylife2]

Hi, can I request Rafe being super mean during you know what👀 Thank you!!!

I was lying on the couch eating popcorn. It was a rainy day and I had nothing to do, so I stayed home all day and watched TV.

I mean, I didn't lounge around all day, I went golfing with Topper and Kelce in the morning because Rafe was busy through business, so they offered to take me instead when they saw my sad face.

It was great with them, I never thought I would say this, but I really enjoyed the morning. I was a little insecure and shy at first, but a few games later I let go of my nervousness and had a normal conversation with them, like I would with pogues.

We talked about all sorts of things, like Topper telling me how he met Sarah, and Kelce telling me how he got so drunk at a party that he didn't even remember that he had thrown the party. In those few hours, I realized how much fun they were. I mean, when the pogues aren't around, otherwise they make fun of them, and I don't like that.

I do have fun with pogues, I'm from The Cut too, so I grew up with them, but for some strange reason one of the Kooks, specifically the King of the Kooks himself, Rafe mother fuckin Cameron, found a crush on me.

It was at a party that Sarah was throwing. She invited me to it, and then she ran off with Topper and left me alone at the bar. Then Rafe showed up out of nowhere and originally wanted to leave, but he was intrigued by my dress. The tight red dress with narrow straps that Sarah had lent me paid off. And how did that end? With sex in his bed.

For the next few weeks, we hung out, and Rafe told me I was the first girl he'd ever had feelings for. I felt the same way, so we made it official. But just to our friends and families. I didn't want to tell the pogues yet. And Sarah promised not to tell them, she said it's our thing and that she'd stay out of it. I appreciate it since she's dating John B, my older brother.

Yeah, you're right. My name is Y/N Routledge. John is the best brother I could ever wish for, but sometimes when I was just chatting with some guy he always somehow drove him away. It's a little bit annoying, I mean I don't remember a time when I had a really good talk with a guy. But I'm not blaming him. I'm his younger sister and he has to protect me.

I heard a click coming from the front door, which then opened with a small creak and a male figure entered the villa. In the hallway, she set down her bag, stumbled out the door behind her, and dispersed into the living room.

"Rafe!" I screamed and immediately jumped to my feet to hug him. "Hey princess" he wrapped his arms around my almost naked body, the only thing I was wearing was his over-sized T-shirt and red underwear, and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "How was your day?" I asked as we pulled away from each other and together sat down on the couch. He rollend around on the couch and I laid my head down on his chest, resting my palm right above his heart while he pulled me closer to his body with his strong arm.

"Everything was going great, until I was worried that I accidentally went to another building. Ward even complimented me" it was really nice to hear that his jackass father said something kind to Rafe. His favorite child has always been Sarah, which led to Rafe's drug addiciton, but he's clean now that I'm with him, and Wheezie's sneak outs every night as she doesn't want to hear him talking so lovely about her older sister.

"And how was yours?" he leaned down to kiss my cheek and I smiled at that. "It was awesome! I went golfing with Kelce and Topper and then I just watched some movies" I was saying that with a huge smile on my face. Rafe noticed that and lifted up a little.

"You what?" he sounded a little annoyed and mad at the same time , it sent shivers down my spine. "You were out with Topper and Kelce?Why-why would you do that?" Rafe knows how much I don't like them so it was obvious tome that he'll react like that. "They originally came to see YOU, but when I told them that you're out of town on a business trip they offered it to me so I won't be alone here all day. And I'm glad they did it 'cause now they both seem very nice" Rafe's eyes widened more and more with every word that left my mouth and his mouth slightly opened.

"So you're telling me that you had a nice day with my two best friends and didn't even bother to inform me? You know that Topper has some kind of a crush on you, right?" yeah....that complicates this situation a little but it's nothing I won't be able to fix with the right words and actions.

"Of course I know that, but you don't have to worry. I'm only yours, Rafe" I sat straddling him and pressed myself as close as I could to the belt of his pants. His hands ended on my hips giving them a little squeeze.

"I swear to you, I'm not attracted to him" I started kissing his lips not letting him say aynthing, but he took my face into his large boyish hands and pulled away. "I hope you didn't do anything with him" gosh I love those boss games. "What if I did?" I asked innocently tilting my head to the side to look like an innocent devil. Rafe smiles mischievously and tightened his grip on my hips.

"Then I'll have to punish you for cheating on me" his smile widened so his white teeth were looking right at me. He knows what this kind of smile does to me. I immediately felt wetness dripping down on his pants.

He laughed at that and slipped his hand between us to find my already throbing clit covered with my slickness and waiting for his touch.

"Bet Topper doesn't make you this wet" his deep voice in my ear made me more horny than before. I bit my lip as the tips of his fingers touched my wet entrance. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. He slowly entered me with two fingers and pushed them so deep that I could feel them in my lower abdomen.

"Oh, fuck, this doesn't seem like a punishment" I cursed, opening my mouth and eyes to see him smirking at the way my hips were moving towards his fingers.

I grabbed his face into my palms and brought him to my lips. He didn't hesitate on slipping his tongue through my lips, wanting to taste every inch of my mouth.

My hands moved to the back of his head were my fingers tangled between his hair. I tugged on them a little when Rafe's fingers started moving much faster than my body could take at that moment. "No, Rafe. Please stop" I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand from me, but he was stronger, obviously, and didn't let me do it.

And that's when it dawned on me. This is the punishment. He wants me to beg him to stop. But I won't do that. I'm not that type of person who gives up that easily right before the end. I'll have to stick it out.

He doesn't respond and just kept going on bringing me to my high. My throat was literally burning from my moans and screams. It felt like swallowing iron nails. Like a snap of my fingers, I cum on his hand and pants with a huge loud scream, gripping onto his shirt. When my breathing calmed down I opened my eyes lazily and looked him into eyes.

"Don't you dare ever say you slept with Topper" he said sternly, taking his fingers out of me and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked on them, tasting the drops of my pleasure while giving me straight eye contact.

I watched him and wanted to get up from his lap but he brought me back down and smashed his lips onto mine. He didn't give me a chance to protest and threw me on the couch so my back landed on the soft material of the couch. He pulled my t-shirt, well his t-shirt, over my head, quickly bringing his lips back to mine as he threw my t-shirt and I quickly unbutton his shirt.

I caught my breath as he pulled away, leaving sloppy kisses on my jaw and neck as he uncliped my bra, sliding it down my arms as he immediately brought his hand to massage them, smashing his lips against mine again.

I moaned into the kiss as he rolled my nipple in his fingers, causing him to groan. I bit my bottom lip as he woughly yanks my thong off, leaving me completely naked while he still had his clothes on.

"Fucking slut" he said against my lips, making me smirk as I spread my legs for him. His eyes scanned my lips, not on my face btw, and licked his lips. He climbed between my legs unzipping his pants. He then grabbed both my wrists and tied them together above my head. "Keep them there" he said, leaving a kiss on my lips and getting off of me.

"Oh, god I'm so excited to watch you lose control while I fuck the shit out of you for even being with Topper while I'm not home" He said it so passionately and sparingly, I was a little afraid of what would come next, but at the same time I was excited, full of energy, sexual energy.

"Now I'm kind of sorry I turned Topper down when he tried to touch me," I wanted to tease Rafe a little, but not too much. He knows full well it's just our game.

"Yeah? You'll see that when I'm done with you, you'll still be glad to be able to say how glad you are that you turned him down" I watched as he pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion as well and climbed back onto the bed. While he took off his clothes, I watched his every move and pressed my knees together. Just the sight of his muscular body did wonders to me.

"Guess this isn't how it's going to work, pussy," he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart in a violent motion. He leaned in just above my face and gently brushed his lips against mine. He cupped my face in one hand and gave my jaw a little squeeze.

"Don't you even think about making a sound," he said through clenched teeth, and before he let go of my face, he squeezed my jaw again before pulling away from me and lying down in front of me.

He threw my thighs over his shoulders and within seconds I felt him tongue-fuckin me while two of his fingers slowly entered me. I closed my eyes ejoying that feeling but at the same time I knew I won't be able to shut my mout as he's so skilled. I whimper as Rafe's tongue was bringing me again to my high. I was surprised my body gave in and I was about to cum again, but Rafe stopped his actions at the wrong moment and I let out a frustrated sigh.

He grabbed my hips and in one swift move I was laying on my belly. He brought his hands to my ass, massaging it before he smacked it, causing me to squeal a little, while I was fighting for my balance as my wrists were tied together. I felt him leaning above my lower back where he left wet kisses and then bit on my flesh.

"Rafe-" I begin to say before he smacked my ass again, squeezing it afterwards. He noticed my fighting with the belt and turned me back on my back.

"Shut your fuckin mouth, slut. I'll do to you anything I want to make you realize that no one, I repeat, no one will ever touch MY own whore. You're fuckin mine. you understand that?" I slightly nodded my head and he grabbed my jaw again and looked me straight in the eyes. He smacked my cheeks a few times before he set my sights on himself.

"Open your mouth" he ordered and I did as told and stuck my tongue out for him as I knew what he was going to do. He spat into my mouth and kissing me hungrily afterwards.

I moaned into his lips as he suddenly rubbed his dick against my clit and teasing my entrance, feeling how wer I am for him. Again. "So fuckin wet, and only for me" he groaned, immediately thrusting into me, not giving me a chance to adjust as I squealed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh my- shit, Rafe" I yell, trying my best not to move with my hands as Rafe told me. But it was almost inpossible. Rafe noticed my struggling with my arms and pinned them to the couch above my head himself, giving me a free one way ticket to heaven of pleasure.

"You like that? You like when I'm fuckin the shit out of you?" he breathlessly moaned, panting afterwards as he gripped onto my hips tightly and continued to pound me.

"Yes, fuck!" I moaned loudly as a knot started to form in my stomach, shutting my eyes tightly as my mouth staid agape against his neck. He reached his hands to my wrists and untied them just to put my hand on my stomach na pressed his large hand on it.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how deep I'm fuckin you?" I could only manage a small nod of my head, I was completely out of my senses.

Not only had I already cum once, but I'd almost climaxed a second time, and just when I was within reach, Rafe had thwarted me, and now here he was slamming into me as hard as he could to punish me for daring to go out with Topper when all three of us knew full well that he liked me.

Rafe smiled at what he was doing to me and to make matters worse, his hand pushed through the gap between our bodies and began rubbing my clit to make me reach my high faster.

"Oh god, Rafe, I'm gonna cum" I say, bitting my bottom lip and throwing my head back, if that was possible since my whole body was pinned to the couch by Rafe's weight.

"Me too, princess" he responded, looking down at his dick going in and out of me and rubbing my clit, I shut my eyes tightly, abou to release on his dick. "No, open your fuckin eyes. I want to see your face when i make you cum"

He said loudly, and I snapped my eyes open, keeping eye contact with him as high-pitched moans came out of me and I orgasm on his cock, my legs shaking. "Yeahhh, that's it, goo fuckin girl" he praised, watching me go limp as he still slowly thrusted into me. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and began pounding into me as fast as he could, wanting to release.

"Fuuuck, Rafe, stop! It's too much" I yelled as he overstimulated me. "You can take it, princess. I know you can take it like the good slut you are" he said, putting my legs over his shoulders, giving me a whole new angle. He pounded into me harder as he smacked my ass, causing me to whimper.

"Do you think of Topper right now? Do you imagine him fucking you instead of me, huh? Do you want to scream his name?" I don't know what's gotten into Rafe that he's suddenly mentioning his best friend during sex, but whatever.

"No, Rafe. You're the only one I've ever screamed for like that. You are the only one I want to fuck for the rest of my life" he chuckled at my comment and continued to pound roughly into me.

"Who do you fuckin belong to?" he groaned, tightening his arms around my thighs as he felt his high approaching. "Fuck- you, Rafe! Just you!" I responded, finally being able to untied myself as he released in me, moaning and whimpering as he rode out his high. Our sweaty bodies sticked together as he loosened his grip on my thighs and slowed down his pace, cockwarming as he leaned down to kiss my hair.

"You okay, princess?" he asked and gently brushed back a strand of my hair that had stuck to my face. It tookh me a moment to answer him as I tried to catch my breath.

"Yeah" we both laughed at my exhaustion and he slid his cock out of me and put my legs on the couch. He collapsed next to me and wrapped one arm around my waist pulling me closer.

"I love you, Rafe"

"I love you, princess"