#whenever thea needs to take a break

[aamaranthiine]

OOC: shakes myself into starting my multi sideblog. rehauling my muses and carrd for it hopefully this weekend.

[hunterofartemis7]

Adopted by the gods AU pt.17

Athena: *drops Diomedes at Argos palace, his grandfather (who totally was possibly alive at that point) waiting for him*

Diomedes:…do I have to go?

Athena: unfortunately My son…

Diomedes: mother I don’t know him!

Athena: Diomedes…

His grandfather: lady Athena..if I may?

Athena:…*nods*

Grandfather: *crotches down to his level* I know you don’t remember me, but I remember you. I wish I could’ve prevented your father from doing what he did, and could’ve raised you. I’m so sorry I didn’t get that chance, but I’m hoping you’ll trust me like you did your mother. *motions at athena*

Diomedes:…..*steps back and holds Athena’s hand, trying to hide in her wings* I want to stay with mother…

Grandfather: *sighs* I know…and I wish you could. She had informed me of your time with her and I wish it didn’t have to be cut short…but you can’t defy lord Zeus.

Diomedes: *looks up at athena* mother….🥺

Athena: *trying not to cry* I’m sorry my son..

Diomedes:…*hugs her legs and cries into her side*

Athena: *crotches down and hugs him close*

Diomedes: I love you…😭

Athena: I love you too my son....* let’s go and kissed the top of his head* I will be back, whenever you need me.

Diomedes: promise?

Athena: I swear on the River Styx

Diomedes: *one last hug, than goes inside with his grandfather*

Athena:……*wipes the tears off her face and takes Odysseus to Ithaca*

Anticlea: *waiting at the doors of the palace*

Athena: *glares at her*

Odysseus: *clings to athena*

Anticlea: I’m sorry….i really am. I wanted my son back as much as any mother would, but I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.

Athena: somehow I don’t believe you.

Anticlea: *sighs* fine, don’t. Now please hand over my son.

Odysseus: IM NOT YOUR SON!!

Anticlea:….

Odysseus: *crying into Athena’s side*

Athena: *brings them into quick thought*

Odysseus: mama don’t make me go with them!

Athena: trust me, I don’t want to! If father didn’t threat to make it impossible for me to ever see you or your brother again I would’ve told him to shove it!

Odysseus: l hate this

Athena: I know…believe me I know.

Odysseus: and what if I don’t stay here? What if I run away?

Athena: you don’t think father thought of that? He’ll either strike you down or send his eagles after you.

Odysseus: this isn’t fair! All the other gods get to be happy and keep their kids why can’t you!?

Athena: *starting to tear up*…I don’t know..

Odysseus: but you know everything!

Athena: well I don’t know this!! I know the fates can fucking suck sometimes and unfortunately this is one of those times!

Odysseus: *crying* mama please…I don’t want to leave..I don’t want to be king!

Athena: *wipes the tears off his face* I know…but you won’t be alone. I’ll be here everytime you call for me, same for your brother. This ain’t goodbye forever…more of a see you later..

Odysseus: I wish I didn’t have to “see you later”. I want to just stay with you!😭

Athena: *hugs him one more time* I know…believe me I know. *brings them out of quick thought*

Odysseus: *pulls a small owl necklace out of his pocket and gives it to Athena*

Athena: *confused owl sounds* what’s this?

Odysseus: it’s so no matter where we are, we’re always together. *shows a matching one he’s wearing* I gave one to Diomedes before you took him to Argos

Athena: *holding back tears and puts it on* thank you my son..

Odysseus: …..*one last hug* bye mama

Athena: *hugs* goodbye Odysseus…

Odysseus:..*let’s go and walks to Anticlea*

Anticlea: *smiles ready to hug him*

Odysseus: don’t touch me… *walks right passed her*

Anticlea:….*glares at Athena and follows him inside*

Athena: *flies back to Olympus*

Aphrodite: *waiting in Athena’s room* …Thea?

Athena: *immediately breaks down sobbing*

Aphrodite: *goes over to her and holds her, letting her cry* sshhh..I know….i know it hurts

Athena: I fucking hate this….😭😭

[hauntedwizardtree]

Another snippet for the fic I haven't posted yet

“Captain! Captain!”

Percy thrashed his way into a sitting position, tangled up in the sheets, tight and strangling like a burial shroud. At his side, Zosime lay sprawled out on top of the blanket, her tail thumping lightly as moonlight glinted off her irises. She let out a low huff as Percy met her dark eyes, but otherwise did nothing to help. Shakily, Percy reached out, his fingers digging into the fur on the back of the wolf’s neck. She shifted and pressed her head into his neck, her nose cold against his skin. ‘Thena, their old owl plushie was squished between them, and Percy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Just a nightmare,” he muttered in the darkness, too low to wake Grover, who was asleep across the room. A lie, he and his daemon both knew.

A low rumble filled Zosime’s chest, as she wormed her way to lay on top of him, her body pressing against him as a comforting weight, and Percy sighed, knowing what she wanted—for him to put it out of his mind and not think about it.

But that was easier said than done as tears stun his eyes and he could feel the water dripping down his cheeks as Zosime licked his tears away, even as that hole inside him ached and burned, his hand automatically rose to clutch at his shirt, over his heart. The screams of (his) the men crying, begging for help (for him to save them) as they died because of (a god’s) something’s unchecked rage rang in his ear, their daemons exploding into Dust. Percy trembled under the wolf, apologies bubbling against his lips before he swallowed them back down, arms winding around Zosime’s neck and pulling her closer.

They lay for a few minutes, still, silent, and together until Percy felt like he could breathe again without drowning.

Percy glanced over at the table set beside the bed, and the unopened bottle of sleeping pills. The clock read 2:37 am. He should take one, he knew. Mom had bought them for him to take when the nightmares were too bad, when they kept him and Zosime up at night.

But there was always a whisper of something, niggling at him whenever he contemplated it. That whisper that told him that he couldn’t afford to sleep too deeply. He needed to be awake, alert, to get—somewhere. His heart ached at the thought of that nebulous place that he could not remember, that Zosime wouldn’t let him remember. She kept saying it would break him to know more details of their past life than he already did.

Percy pulled his left arm out from under Zosime and reached out, fingers wrapping around the bottle of sleeping pills, contemplating as he turned it over in his fingers. He had a test tomorrow, and he wanted to, needed to do well. Miss Thea had said she believed in him, he couldn’t fail, not when she had given so much of her time for almost as long as he could remember to help him with school when no one else could or would.

A low growl rippled through the room as Zosime shuffled toward him, pushing her head between him and the bottle. As clear as any spoken word Percy could almost hear the sharp “No,” as she pushed against his arm, and the small bottle clattered to the floor.

“I’m tired, Zo-Zo,” he mumbled. “So very tired.”

Zosime shuddered, staring at him with mournful eyes. Immediately, Percy felt guilt curl around his lungs and heart, knowing that his daemon’s burden was so much greater than his. He only had flashes of memory, the knowledge buried so deep that he could not reach it. Zosime, his daemon, his soul—did not have the luxury of forgetting who they were, and what they had been through.

And from what Percy knew, it had been bad, really bad.

[schrijverr]

Gentle Died to Survive

An introspection about Oliver and touch after he came back from the dead after five years.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: self loathing

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Oliver hasn’t been as isolated as he’s led everyone to believe after coming back from Lian Yu. In the years he was gone, he’s spent most his time in the company of others. However, he is glad that it’s the lie he told.

Before the Queen’s Gambit sank, Oliver thrived on other people. He was the life of the party and could be found wrapped around a new girl every weekend, as he hopped from bed to bed and bar to bar. He would toss Thea in the air when she was little, making her squeal, easily throw an arm around Tommy whenever he felt like it, or even cuddle up with his mom, though she was sworn to secrecy about it.

He isn’t that person anymore.

Despite not being isolated, he feels skittish around the people that surround him now and the touches that brush over his skin. He’s more than happy to hide behind being unused to it, because the truth is worse, so much worse, and he never wants to tell any of them.

His friends and family don’t need to know that the reason he’s shying away from contact isn’t because he isn’t used to it, but because practically all contact he’s had over the past five years has been unfriendly.

They don’t need to know that he’s not flinching away from them, because the touch feels foreign, but because he expects them to hurt him. And more importantly, he expects himself to hurt them back.

It’s a fear he’ll never voice, but one that haunts his every action. He knows that no matter how much of the darkness he puts in the Hood, the monster is always there, lying in wait, and if it weren’t for the mission, he might have never returned home.

Because how can he allow himself to be near his family when hugging his mom makes him think of how fragile she is, how easy it would be to break her, the bones feeling delicate under his hands as he hugs back as lightly as he can. How can he come home when shaking Walter’s hand functions as a test to assess how strong the man is and how much effort it would be to take him down. When Thea flying at him as she tuns down the stairs has him bracing his legs, not to catch her, but to deflect, ready to throw her at a wall. She’s so light, so fragile.

They’re all so fragile.

These past five years have turned him into a killer, a merciless machine that will take down everything in its path, because it’s the only way to get out alive. Coming into contact with him doesn’t end well for people.

He wasn’t isolated and he is used to people in his space, having people be close enough for him to snap their necks. It hasn’t been a bad thing, it has meant he survived. However, it’s not the sort of thing he wants to bring home.

Everyone here is so innocent, so light, and he has shed all the good parts about himself, shed all the things that made him the happy go lucky Ollie they used to know to make space for the Oliver that lived. For the darkness that kept him alive. And he is glad to be alive. He just doesn’t want to taint those around him with it.

So, he makes sure to prepare himself whenever he goes out to play the kid he used to be, mentally bracing himself not to react to the novel feeling of contact without violence attached.

And on the days he can’t do that, on the days his muscles feel too tense and he’s hyper aware of someone breathing to closely, when snapping lies close to the surface? On those days he’s glad for the lie he told about those years of isolation, the excuse it gives him to shrink back.

Oliver can deal with heartbroken looks and hurt feelings, it’s better than coming back to himself to find them dead with their blood on his hands.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 24

Another sad one but tomorrow's chapter is going to be brighter again, I promise you 😉

1st December 1994

"I don't want you to divorce! You promised me you're not going to divorce but now you are! You lied to me!" Seeing her poor little daughter standing at the edge of the staircase, desperately crying and screaming at them broke Camilla’s heart into a thousand pieces but also kind of summed up that absolute hell of a year they'd all been through. That goddamn interview Charles had given and everything it had brought about for her and her family, her mother's death and, now Andrew had announced that he wanted to divorce her. She had begged him to at least wait until Christmas was over, so that they wouldn't ruin the festive season for their little girl, but he had been relentless, he wanted to divorce her, as soon as possible, and wanted to marry Rose - as soon as possible. "It will break her heart.", Camilla had told him in regards to Thea, but he'd been sure she'd cope well - but it now turned out that he'd been wrong. He had, indeed, managed to ruin not only the festive season for her but basically crashed down everything she'd loved and believed in, everything that'd given her safety, within the wink of an eye. And she hated him for that. "Thea, darling, please, come here…", she said, rushing up the stairs to take her crying daughter in her arms, but Thea was so pissed off she couldn't bear that kind of closeness right now (a trait which she had definitely inherited from Charles…), turned around and stamped over to her room, slammed the door behind her, fell onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. "Well done, Andrew! I hope you're proud of yourself!", Camilla hissed at her future ex-husband, looking at him so withering that it almost froze his blood. "See, Camilla, that's exactly why I want this divorce as soon as possible - because, in your world, it's always somebody else's fault, you're perfect and never do anything wrong, it's always somebody else!", he screamed at her and she couldn't believe the utter nonsense he was talking. "Oh just shut up and leave me alone! You know what? You can have your divorce, as soon as possible if it's so important for you, go and marry your lover and live happily ever after, I don't care anymore, I really don't!", she screamed back. "Just go! I can't have you here tonight, go to Rose or any of your other affairs but get out of my way!", she added, knowing exactly that there had been only Rose for him for at least the last five years and there was no "other affair" anymore, but there had been times where he probably couldn't recall all his lover's names himself, and after he'd made her baby so unhappy, she thought he deserved a little punishment tonight. Andrew grumbled something, grabbed his car keys from the sideboard and took his leave.

Once the door had slammed shut behind him, Camilla allowed herself to cry a few tears, before pulling herself together again, putting on a brave face and going to her daughter, who needed her love and comfort so badly. "Come here, darling.", she said, pulling Thea into her arms, tenderly rocking her back and forth, like she had done when she had been a baby. "Don't worry, my sweet little darling.", she whispered. "I know this is a hard time for you, but Daddy and I love you so much and we will always be there for you, both of us." "But everything's going to change!", Thea moaned. "And Daddy won't have time for me anymore. Will he get himself a new family, like my friend Gemma's Daddy? She only sees him like once a year nowadays… I don't want to see Daddy only once a year!" "Shush, darling. Of course you will still see Daddy. He can come and visit you anytime, or you can visit him whenever you want to.", Camilla promised her.

"Are we going to relocate?", Thea asked further, immediately adding: "I don't want to relocate. This is our home and I want to stay here!" Camilla sighed and lied down on the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling in excessive demand and desperation. "God help me…", she thought, pressing her daughter against her chest. "We haven't decided on that, yet.", she said, but that was a lie, they actually had, and it was clear that they'd have to sell the house but she didn't manage to reveal that, not today, not like that. Thea was already so heartbroken, she simply couldn't bear giving her more bad news. Instead, she said: "But no matter what's going to happen and where we might be a year from now, I will always be by your side, my darling, and we'll always have it nicely and cosy, as long as we have each other, I promise you." At this, Thea's sobbing decreased a bit and she buried her little face on her mother's chest. "When Daddy marries Rose, will you marry Sir now as well?", she asked, totally out of the blue and Camilla almost burst into laughter. "No, darling. That's not going to happen.", she said and Thea frowned her forehead. "But why not?", she asked, as if it was the silliest and most illogical thing she'd ever heard, explaining: "You're in love. You always kiss." Camilla couldn't suppress a smile. It had been a rough few months for them in summer and she had been really upset and mad with him, but he'd done such an effort to get her back, apologised a thousand times, not only to her but also to her children, to her father, and even to Andrew… he'd sent flowers, wrote letters and poems and hadn't she finally given in at some point, he'd probably have climbed on the roof of Buckingham Palace and performed "If I could turn back time" from Cher or something. So by the end of September, they were all in love and together again, though things remained difficult and they still had to be extremely cautious. He did indeed still hope to be able to marry her one day but she couldn't really see that happening. Apart from the fact that she surely wasn't, and wasn't ever to be, the sort of wife anyone with or without influence wanted for a future King, she herself didn't want to live that sort of life either. She loved him dearly, of course she did, and she, too, hoped that one day their relationship would at least be so much accepted that they wouldn't have to hide anymore and could maybe go out together again like a normal couple could but for nothing in this world would she ever voluntarily marry into that family and the sort of life it'd mean. In contrast to Diana, she had always been aware that nobody could ever marry "just Charles". She'd have married "just Charles" immediately back in 1972, but even then she had been aware that it wasn't "just Charles", but it was a public role, she'd have said yes to as well, a whole institution, with their own sometimes cruel rules, traditions, duties, forces and sacrifices, and that as something she had never wanted and still didn't want. She loved her freedom and was not willing to give up on it, not even for him. Also, she wanted her daughter to grow up as normal as possible, and it was already hard enough for her now with the divorce and everything. This was certainly going to be a very sad, last Christmas at Middlewick House for all of them…

*Side Note: Camilla and Andrew's marriage was officially divorced on 19th January 1995. After everything that had happened, they decided to release a joint press statement which reads as follows:

"The decision to seek an end to our marriage was taken jointly and is a private matter, but as we have no expectation that our privacy will be respected, we issue this statement in the hope that it will ensure that our family and friends are saved from harassment. Most especially, we ask that our children, who remain our principal concern and responsibility, are left alone to pursue their studies at what is clearly a difficult time for them. Throughout our marriage we have always tended to follow rather different interests, but in recent years we have led completely separate lives. We have grown apart to such an extent that, with the exception of our children and a lasting friendship, there is little of common interest between us, and we have therefore decided to seek divorce."

I've read these lines about a hundred times but it still breaks my heart. It all must have been so hard for her. Thinking of these dark days makes me appreciate everything we get to see of her as a happy and healthy Queen these days even more.

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

[ lazy ] /for remus?? half-asleep late hours <3

nsfw muse reaction prompts. — accepting | @everbloomingsoul

remus had never been a light sleeper. at school, sometimes it took james jumping on his bed to wake him up -- if he hadn't already been awake. ever since chloe was born, he'd been a much lighter sleeper. he'd wake whenever he felt the bed shift for late night feedings and would join her half the time -- the other half was usually sirius. lily and james were still on their honeymoon -- only fourteen years late, but late was better than never. he knew that if she were home, she'd be there with her, too whenever he couldn't.

a soft sigh escapes his lips as he feels her shift and hears the alarm going off. tonight's a night that he can go with her -- where he doesn't have any pain and there's no full moon approaching so he can be with her. he follows her, a hand resting on her back and stifling a yawn as they move to the nursery. he hums and nods at sirius who peeks his head out and then immediately pops back into his room when he realizes that thea isn't alone. he watches her sit, and he moves to sit down at her feet. his chin rests on her lap while his fingers gently move over her calves -- touching her as much as possible. just to keep her company, so she doesn't have to be alone in the middle of the night. long fingers trace soft patterns along her calves, dark eyes watching their every move. he feels a warmth in his chest watching them -- and an easy tired smile grows on his lips when her fingers move to push his dark locks from his face.

merlin, he loves her. he can sit there and watch her do anything for hours with the same feeling. he's been so lucky to loved by her -- to be loved by everyone in their home, but her especially. she had given him a second chance, after breaking her heart. she's loved him through everything -- and he knows he definitely doesn't deserve her. he doesn't deserve most of the kindness the people around him give, but he'll love them for it. dark eyes sparkle with that feeling -- that feeling of love and warmth as he looks at her. she's always been so fucking beautiful and -- brilliant. even with a ring on his finger, he still can't believe that she's his.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles as he places a kiss to her knee, smiling when she rolls her eyes and snorts. even with messy hair -- and exhausted she's still beautiful. he waits patiently, watching her the entire time and continuing to caress and massage her calves. once she's finished, he places a gentle kiss to her knee and moves onto his. he grabs a towel to toss over his shoulder and then takes their daughter from her -- to burp her as thea finishes whatever it is she needs to finish up. he smiles when he successfully gets a burp and carefully wipes at her face, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and watching as her large eyes begin to droop closed again. perfect. she was absolutely perfect. he carefully tucked chloe back into her crib and then wrapped his arms around thea as they walked together back to their bedroom. his lips place gentle kisses against her neck as they walk, his thumbs brushing gently against her sides before he pushes open the door and they both flop back into their bed.

he hums softly when she's pressed against him again, his eyes half closed as he brushes his nose against her neck. his arm circles around her -- but finds the hem of his shirt on her body to slide his hand under it. fingers rest on her stomach under her breast and gently traces soft patterns along her skin. most of the time he doesn't even realize what he's doing or how he's touching her. he never was the affectionate type, too scared of people finding his scars and finding him even more disgusting than he already is. it has always been different with her. he was never afraid of her touch --at least, not after how gentle she had been with him. his lips find the crook of her neck, slowly placing soft kisses along the column of her neck. he tells himself it's just for affection, because between taking care of chloe and the chaos that is their lives he felt like he couldn't give her enough. dark eyes flutter closed as he brushes his nose along the side of her neck -- inhaling and shivering as his arms tighten around her.

his eyebrows raise slightly when she turns in his arms, lifting his head and opening his eyes slightly as she tucks herself into him. a content hum forms in the back of his throat when he feels her nose against his neck. his hands slide from her front along her sides and down her lower back -- sliding under the top of her pyjama pants to grip onto her arse. he tilts his head, pressing a gentle kiss onto the top of her head. his eyebrows raise slightly when he feels her fingers moving along his chest -- drawing soft and lazy patterns down to his stomach. he can feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach. if he hadn't already been starting to get worked up, he certainly is now.

a shiver runs through him when he feels her hands dip below the waistband of his sweats -- his breath hitching when her fingers move along his hips and trailing further down. a soft, shuddering groan falls past parted lips when her fingers wrap around his cock. he presses his nose into her hair as her hand slowly begins to stroke him -- fingers digging slightly into her. "fuck, thea," he mumbles into her hair, feeling his hips arch into her slow strokes.

he loves her so fucking much.

[kanisema-blog]

My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me

Chapter 6

Work had been intense over the past few days as my team and I dived into creating the draft for the first episode of our new series. We were all excited and brimming with ideas, but it also meant long hours and intense brainstorming sessions. The energy in the office was palpable as everyone worked together to bring our vision to life.

“Okay, so for the opening scene, I’m thinking we need something that grabs the audience immediately,” I said, pacing in front of the whiteboard covered in notes and sketches. “It should set the tone for the entire series.”

Emily nodded, tapping her pen against her notebook. “How about starting with a flashback? Something that hints at the protagonist’s past struggles and sets up the emotional stakes.”

“I like that,” Mark chimed in. “We could show a pivotal moment that shaped their journey, something that’s referenced throughout the series.”

Jessica added, “We need to make sure it’s visually striking too. Maybe we can use a different color palette for the flashbacks to distinguish them from the present.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of pride for my team. “Great ideas, everyone. Let’s flesh out this scene and see where it takes us.”

We spent the rest of the day working on the draft, exchanging ideas, and sketching out scenes. By the time we called it a day, we had a solid outline for the first episode. It felt good to see our hard work coming together.

The next morning, I decided to take a break and head to the golf course. It had been a while since I’d played, and I needed some time to clear my head. The fresh air and open green spaces always had a calming effect on me.

I arrived at the golf course, rented a set of clubs, and made my way to the first hole. There was something therapeutic about the repetitive motion of swinging the club, the satisfying thud of the ball connecting, and watching it soar through the air.

After a few rounds, I was lining up my shot when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Well, if it isn’t Kelly Ab Adam, the golf pro,” the voice said with a teasing tone.

I turned around to see Thea, another one of John’s cousins. She had the same easygoing smile that seemed to run in their family.

“Thea! What a surprise,” I said, genuinely happy to see her. “What brings you here?”

Thea shrugged, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m a member here. I come to play whenever I need a break from work. How about you?”

“Same reason. Needed to clear my head after a few intense days at the office,” I replied.

Thea picked up a club and lined up her own shot. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. It’ll be nice to have some company,” I said, stepping back to let her take her shot.

We played in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the game and the beautiful day. After a particularly tricky shot, Thea turned to me, her expression more serious.

“So, how have you been, Kelly?” she asked, her tone gentle.

I paused, considering the question. “I’ve been good. Busy with work, as usual. We’re working on turning our latest project into a series, which is exciting.”

“That sounds amazing. I’m sure it’ll be great,” Thea said, genuinely interested. “And… how are you really? I know it’s been a rough year.”

I sighed, appreciating her concern. “It’s been tough, but I’m getting through it. Focusing on work helps. And I’ve been reconnecting with some old friends, which has been nice.”

Thea nodded, giving me a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, you’ve always been part of our family, even after everything.”

“Thanks, Thea. That means a lot,” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. “I miss you all too.”

We continued to play, chatting about work, life, and everything in between. It was nice to catch up with Thea and feel a sense of connection to the family I had once been so close to. Despite the changes and challenges, there was still a bond that hadn’t been completely severed.

As we finished our game, Thea turned to me with a grin. “You know, you’re not too bad at this. We should play more often.”

“I’d like that,” I replied, smiling back. “It’s been fun.”

We parted ways, promising to meet up again soon. As I drove home, I felt a sense of contentment. Reconnecting with Thea had been a pleasant surprise, and it reminded me that, despite the past, I still had people who cared about me.

Back at my apartment, I took a deep breath and let the day’s events wash over me. The future was still uncertain, but I was ready to face it, one step at a time. And with a new project on the horizon and old connections being rekindled, I felt more hopeful than I had in a long time.

[deprivedwithjoy]

Delusional Party Girl

E X P O S I T I O N

My name is Alysa Gabrielle and they say I'm a narcissist. I don't know what they're talking about, was it because of what happened earlier? Why are they attacking me with these false accusations? I don't get it, I know myself, I was a good person.

'...this is so annoying.'

'I dislike people, but I will never frown upon gossip.'

'To me, it's just a normal conversation between my friends and I, it's not my fault that some people are just way too insensitive to even recognize their own flaws. Gossiping is not even that serious, this is what all girls do, nothing about this is wrong or offensive. Imagine not being raised well enough to be this overly dramatic, attention-seeker much? You must have been spoiled rotten when you were just a child.' Closing my brown eyes for a second, I sighed heavily before glancing at the rat next to me. She's crying, wow, the audacity. Obviously, she is only doing this to manipulate the guidance counsellor into taking her side. Then, she scratches her big flat nose with her trembling thin hand. My nose is wrinkled at the sight of her dark and bruised skin, it's a miracle how she managed to stay alive despite how ugly she looks in the mirror.

Before Thea Valdez caught me staring, I shifted my head in the opposite direction with a forced smile pushing the corners of my lips. Unlike her, I prefer to put on a facade that is calm and modest, it's always better than humiliating myself in front of everyone by crying a river. 'Ugh, when will this rat of a woman learn to close her disposal? Is she not tired of being a laughing stock?' My lips pressed together in annoyance, fed up with her pretentious antics, I began reaching out for my phone inside the leather sling bag.

'I need anything to distract me from this, I don't think I can endure being in the same room as her any longer.'

R I S I N G A C T I O N

"Alysa," her voice was shaking when she called my name. It was clear that she dared to sob like a vulnerable child in front of an enemy, who knew that she was also capable of dropping her dignity to break the ice? If she is not going to apologise for what she dragged me into, then she is not worth my time. Thea continued with her speech, "Tell me... what did I do to deserve this?"

For some reason, I want to snap at her; to lose control and to strangle her before the guidance counsellor returns. But if I did that, I would be held accountable for the crime of homicide. Obviously, there should be a less disastrous way for me to handle this situation. "What are you talking about? No offense but you must be on crack or something. I did nothing wrong and I should be asking you that question. Are you sure you're not overreacting by reporting me to one of the scrawny teachers?" The room went silent, I glanced at Thea to see her reaction. Her tear-stained face was puffy and swollen with grief. She's a possum that plays dead whenever a predator is scanning the whole place, why be a victim when you can face the truth? It's easier to live when you're already gone.

"You're still denying it?" She paused briefly whilst raising an eyebrow. Out of the blue, Thea fixed her composure replacing the traces of insecurity in her orbs with boldness. "Look, no matter how many times you try, you can't gaslight your way out of this. Not anymore. We both know what truly happened, you were there. I did not sabotage Amy to ruin her relationship with Justin. Someone threw acid to her face and it was not me." Her attempts to intimidate are slowly getting on my nerves. Since when did I gaslight her? Without a doubt, this rat is mentally cornered against the wall and shifting the blame is her sole exit. I can't let her win the argument, this is so unfair.

"Here you go again with the false accusations."

"You've said it yourself! You are jealous of Amy and Justin being together. You envy how pretty Amy looks, how smart she is, and how almost everything in her life is perfect. You have a motive behind ruining her face, everyone in school knows it. You are not as innocent as you claim, Thea. If you want me to forgive you, you have to confess. You don't have to keep lying to yourself, this has to stop." I exclaimed in a tone seemingly filled with worry.

C L I M A X

After painstakingly constructing every word that is about to come out of her mouth, Thea spoke, "I disagree. Allow me to repeat myself for better clarity, I did not sabotage Amy." Think of me as a cat on hot bricks, I can climb the roof with ease. However, it's different when you know a wild beast is chasing after you. Every step burns because you're aware of what a single mistake could cause you, everything. Glancing to my left, a weak hand trembles in fear. It hides beneath the table for protection, grasping the fabric of my pants for support. Alysa pierced a glare into my soul with no emotion. Her eyes are tinted in brown yet it's empty and cold. 'I finally stood up to this narcissist... now what? How is she going to react? Whatever she throws at me will be recorded and used against her. While I'm here, I also think it's wise for me to gather all the evidence by pushing the right buttons...'

'That's what she does to me all the time.'

'It's astonishing how she is able to convince herself into believing her own lies. I can't even convince myself of the truth.' Taking a deep breath, my stare lingers at the white ceiling. Later on, a painful memory flashed within the pile of thoughts and it delivered me into the past. Like a curious child peeking through the window, I was embraced by the shivering blow of zephyr sent by the dark clouds forming in the sky. Any moment now, my black hair will be drenched in rain for marching out of school without an umbrella. I was never a big fan of this stormy weather. Imagine the homeless people living across the street, they are more prone to suffering from illnesses than a middle-class man complaining about dinner to his wife with a roof above his head. And besides... I kinda dislike changing clothes.

'...it's not that it's hard. I just can't look at myself for too long.'

'Otherwise, it would hurt a lot when you're confronted by the fact that even you yourself harbour a particular hatred towards your own face.'

Suddenly, clouds finally spat out their beads of water and one by one, these soldiers of nature came crashing like bullets to the ground. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. It didn't take long for me to feel comforted which is ironic because I never liked rainy days. Perhaps, the mood often shifts when you're alone inside the classroom with the wind whispering softly to your ear. I have no options left other than to wait. It's pretty scary to realise how quickly time flies once you trap yourself in a deceptive illusion. Thea, you're a naive pig who has its mind transported into an unfamiliar dimension, and that dimension... was not as great as you thought.

Standing in front of me was Amy with a cigarette stuck in her bleeding mouth. No matter how dim the lights are, her ocean orbs will glow under any circumstances—and by that, I mean, despite how terrifying the sight is when she examines her darned reflection. The female student's once white and flawless skin is now peeling itself from the flesh of her body. Her dirty blonde coloured hair is now burnt as well, it must have been so painful for her and I do not have the right to judge.

"Thus, I was not the one who threw acid to her face. I was the only one she could find to ask for help."

"I was there because it was raining and I didn't bring an umbrella."

"She was there for a smoke break but forgot that she was wearing a lab coat. Smoking in a laboratory filled with chemicals was never a great idea, so why label me the culprit?"

"I've said this before and I will say it again. You can't gaslight your way out of this, Alysa."

F A L L I N G A C T I O N

A few minutes had passed since I confronted her with the truth. Normally, Alysa would have a response by now; with one brow raising and the edge of her lip twitching—waiting for the right moment to explode like a ticking time bomb. It was a miracle for her to remain silent. However, that doesn't seem to be the case. Peace was not derived from tranquility, rather—it can only be felt once you are able to predict the movements of an enemy. Out of the blue, Alysa stood up from her chair ambling towards the glass door in a hurry. The clacking of high heels can be heard as she leaves the guidance office.

E N D I N G

Thea Valdez is the equivalent of a deer caught in headlights, not because she was afraid of what Alysa will do; but because her mind is engulfed with questions and unnecessary doubts of her previous argument. Every time she is involved in a drama with Alysa, the news will spread like wildfire. That innocent-looking party girl had a reputation of having many deceptive tricks up her sleeve, Thea can't just accept her defeat. Not after all the effort she invested in constructing her plan to expose Alysa's lies. Later on, she was then reminded by the guidance counsellor that the entire conversation was recorded. Gathering the courage to take a stand once again, the truth of her innocence prevailed.

[daisynik7]

hello daisy my love!!! <3

i just read your recent post and i’m sorry to hear about your turbulent work space and the pressure that’s taken a toll on your health. i’m happy that you’re able to take a stand for yourself and prioritize you by taking what seems like a very necessary break, i swear it’s like you've been posting daily with in-depth writing for your y2k milestone event and nanami thirsts (which you will never hear me complaining🫡) but this should never overwhelm you or add to life pressures that you may already have.

by the time you return, my hope is to receive an update that the biggest stressor at work, whoever or whatever it is, has resolved itself, your mental & physical health is ticking upwards, and that mercury is or isn’t in retrograde… no idea what that means oops🫠

take as long as you need to feel like you again. if the weather is starting to get colder wherever you are, keep yourself warm and bundled even if cold weather is something you thrive off of, runny noses and sore throats are not fun:/

i see you find soup enjoyable, so eat lots of it!!!! soup is a year-round food, but i think is especially a fall/ winter food, with bread that nanami baked fresh.

when you have time off from work, treat yourself to something nice, even if it is something simple. the vote is unanimous and it is something you definitely deserve. if you disagree you’re wrong, i will not be accepting any counter-arguments to that statement 🥰

whenever you read this, i hope the rest of your week is less draining, that your weekend is well spent, sleeping in or doing whatever brings you joy, and that your break is refreshing and restoring to whatever parts of yourself that have been chipped away at for too long. and also wishing you a very cozy, spooky, but not too spooky October 🧡 

sending you lots of love, hugs and a very tender kiss to your forehead that kind of lingers and radiates warmth all over your body from dadd- *coughs* i mean nanami 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 lol i'm sounding especially delulu today, forgive me i think it's the weather.

don't feel pressured to reply to this prolonged chaos, just enjoy your break

( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

thea, I can't even put into words properly how much I cherish this and cherish YOU. this is seriously the sweetest message I could ever receive, I'm blaming you now for the tears in my eyes. 😭

I'm taking your advice very seriously, I hope you're proud of me! I'm going to continue my little break and hopefully get back to feeling like myself again soon! I'm already feeling better, so I'm getting there. :)

I wish I could better express how much your kindness means to me. Reading this gave me the warmest, coziest feeling, thank you for taking time out of your day to write this. Sending you all my love, hugs, and kisses! I hope that you are also treating yourself to things you enjoy and doing what you can to nurture yourself. You are a pure, kind soul and I hope you have a wonderful rest of October!

[hslllot]

insieme in paradiso

“together in paradise”

rated m | 2.7k words

better late than never, right? this is a short piece for my dear friend’s @harry-on-broadway​ fic challenge (the prompts used are in bold)! It is basically an extended version of this concept I wrote back in 2021... We’ve had such great latam content lately that I feel like I should have adjusted the setting of this, but I hope you enjoy anyways! As always, please let me know what you think. xx shan

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Was this heaven?

You were certain that you’d never felt more relaxed as you bathed in the Tuscan sunlight. Lounging beside your love, you let your eyes close, the book you were reading abandoned in the sand next to your chair ages ago. Every worry, every stressor, every bit of tension in your muscles that you carried with you drifted away in the winds of the ocean breeze. 

This was the private getaway with Harry you’d been longing for. It seemed like forever since the two of you were able to spend an extended amount of time alone together. 

“Mum just posted this photo. Look. Thea’s getting so big.” Your boyfriend interrupted your daze when he reached out from beside you to shove his phone in your face.  

You opened your eyes slowly and lowered your sunglasses so you could take a proper look. Using your hand to shield the glare of the Italian sun, you saw on his screen an Instagram story his mother had posted of his cousin’s baby. 

“She’s adorable, H.” You responded, adjusting your sunglasses back to cover your eyes. “We should give Ella a call later, maybe we can FaceTime.” All you heard in response was a short grunt as he laid back in his chair, eyes still fixed on his screen.

He was grumpy and you could tell. 

One thing about your boyfriend of three years, which you found incredibly endearing, was that he loved his family more than anything. Unfortunately, when his family was gathered and he couldn’t be there, he’d tend to get a bit pouty. You’d find him glued to the group chat or Instagram to get updates on what they were up to. Sometimes you would catch him ‘liking’ or ‘reacting’ to their posts and stories (on his private account of course) in an attempt to make himself feel more included. 

Birthdays. Weddings. Babies. There was a long list of family events he often had to miss because of his job, and you knew it weighed heavily on his heart. 

A small part of you was slightly annoyed that he wished he were somewhere else. But another part of you, perhaps the more compassionate part, understood that multiple truths could exist at once: 1) He was happy to be spending time with you, 2) he was grateful for his job that took him to beautiful countries and allowed him to live a lavish life, and 3) he missed his family dearly. 

But sometimes you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just go home and visit them whenever he felt like it. He certainly could afford it, and he had the power in all of his business relationships to take a vacation whenever he felt like it. Sometimes you wished he had more of a ‘diva’ type attitude when it came to certain things, like allowing himself to take breaks from work. However, another thing about your boyfriend was that he was a chronic overachiever and people pleaser with a tendency to overcommit to new projects. And you figured it wasn’t so bad to have a partner in life who was considerate of other peoples’ time and feelings. 

Plus, you couldn’t complain much because his commitment to a new project was how you found yourself at the beautiful, private, Il Pellicano in Tuscany. 

The two of you were finally spending some much needed quality time together. Coordinating your schedules had been an absolute nightmare and it was a miracle that you were able to take some time away from work to join him on this trip. He was technically here on business, preparing for the launch of his Gucci collection with Alessandro. But you had spent the majority of the trip together, watching him model his clothing, sitting side-by-side on the small private beach of your villa, and wrapped around one another in the bedroom.

At the moment though, Harry’s frustration, guilt, and longing to be with his family was threatening to penetrate the bubble of relaxation surrounding you. You could feel the restless energy emanating off of him. Without opening your eyes you heard the way he moved around in his chair and sighed under his breath as he scrolled through his phone and typed away messages in his family group chat. When you finally did open your eyes you found him on his stomach, his head at the other end of the chair near your feet, and his phone two inches from his face. And while this position afforded you a great view of his tanned back and taut muscles glistening in the Italian heat, clad only in a small pair of black swimming shorts, you could feel the tension radiating from him and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. 

You reached across and placed your hand on the back of his calf, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his warm, sun-kissed skin, as if to soothe him.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmmm?” He responded mindlessly, not bothering to look up from his phone. 

“Hey, look at me.” You urged, squeezing his calf to gain his attention. 

“Sorry” he murmured, putting his phone down. He twisted in the lounge chair to face you, sitting up to give you his full attention. You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. 

“I was thinking… I know we’re supposed to head back to London on Sunday, but what if we took a few days in Holmes Chapel?” He raised an eyebrow at you curiously, wordlessly asking where this had come from. You continued, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen Anne and I miss her… Plus, we’ve only seen Thea once since she’s been born. I think I can extend my vacation by a few days.”

He sat there for a moment silently, teasing at his bottom lip.

“I have a meeting with Lambert and Molly on Monday in London.” He winced, remembering his prior commitment.

“Surely you can do it over Zoom. Or just push it a couple days. You are the boss, aren’t you?” 

Something flickered in his eyes and a slight smirk crept his lips at your mention of him being the boss. 

His gears were turning and you knew him well enough to know the battle going on inside his brain. He probably didn’t love the idea of moving a meeting to go see his mum, but since it was technically your idea it was like a free pass. He could feel less guilty about it because he was doing it for you. 

(Obviously you both knew this was entirely for him… But you needn’t say it)

You thought he might pass on the opportunity, and were startled when he removed his hand from yours and scrambled up from his lounge chair. He quickly moved onto your chair, straddling you with his entire body weight pinning you down. With his forearms rested on either side of your head, he placed quick kisses all over your face. Almost reflexively, you wrapped your hands around his biceps. His hot, sinewy arms flexed in your grip. 

“Yeah,” is all he said before placing a long, slightly wet, kiss on your forehead. “I AM the boss. And I would like that very much. Thank you for suggesting it.” Unable to wipe the smile from his face, he placed one more tender kiss on your lips.

You reached for the sunglasses that sat atop his head and removed them, freeing space for you to run your fingers through his soft brown curls. “You’re welcome, H.” He lowered into your touch, eager for a cuddle. “But you have to get up. You’re squishing me.”

“Right, sorry.” He removed himself from on top of you and took a seat by your feet at the end of the chair. It was his turn to soothe you now, grazing his palm along your calf and up to your knee, which he gave a squeeze before dragging his hand back down.

“I think it’s time we get out of the sun, yeah?” The sly look on his face was all too familiar as his gaze trailed down your bikini-clad body. “You’re lookin’ a little sunburnt.”

“Am I?” You teased.

“I’ve got something I can rub on it back in our room.”

You rolled your eyes at him, feigning annoyance at his flirtation. Nonetheless, you knew where this was headed.

Gathering your belongings hastily, you were both eager to make your way back to the air conditioned room that held your luxurious king bed. You trailed behind Harry, climbing the stone steps up to the private entrance of your villa hand in hand. 

Once inside your room, you dropped your tote bag and walked over to the balcony, sliding open the curtains and the door to let the sunshine and salt air filter through the room. Looking out at the scene below, you could see the private beach where you and Harry had spent your morning and admired the way the Tuscan sun illuminated the sapphire blue ocean ahead. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as you felt Harry come to stand closely behind you.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” You said quietly. Harry wrapped his arms around you from behind, allowing you to rest your chin on his forearms. He nuzzled his face into your neck where he left a delicate touch of his lips.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He responded. 

Any annoyance you previously felt toward your boyfriend’s proclivity for FOMO melted away when you realized how grateful you were to be here with him. In the chaos of his busy life, while he missed his family deeply, he chose to be here with you, together in paradise. 

You turned yourself in his arms, your body flush against his, to find his soft, yet intense, gaze on your lips. 

Harry held lightly onto your hips. Leaning in, his lips parted, and you could feel his warm breath against yours. You placed your hands on his chest, his skin burning under your fingers. With every shallow intake of breath he edged closer, until finally catching your top lip between his.

His hands trailed up your sides as your kiss became deeper, fuller. You felt like you might melt against him, heat racing down to every part of your body that was touching his. He roamed your curves and the expanse of your back, pressing you even closer to him, before finding the strings that held together your bikini. With two gentle tugs, the piece of fabric fell to the ground. 

He broke away from your kiss only briefly to study the sight of you, topless, in front of him. “Bellissima,” he whispered, his voice deep and slow. You saw the muscles in his jaw tick as his gaze burned holes through you. It was your turn, this time, to grab onto him and press him closer against you, feeling his hardness. 

It wasn’t long before Harry’s mouth started to move down your body. Your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His tongue dragged over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth and an intoxicating heat rippled through you. 

“Bed, please” was all you could muster under your breath. Harry reluctantly pulled himself off you and started walking you back, stopping when the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently lowered you onto the bed and resumed his work dragging his mouth down your body, finishing off with a chaste kiss to your hip bone.  

He stood up straight at the edge of the bed, towering over you. Eager for him, you removed your bikini bottoms and tossed them to the floor. 

“A bit impatient?” He chuckled, looking down hungrily at your naked body. You didn’t bother to respond, leaning back on your forearms, you kicked your leg out and toed at the tent in his black swimming shorts, encouraging him to take them off. “Tell me” he said sternly.

“I want them off.”

He pulled his shorts down and discarded them on the floor before climbing on to the bed. You admired the way he wrapped his hand around his cock and began slowly stroking himself, a small sense of relief evident on his face. He lowered himself over you and pressed his lips to yours. While your tongues met, the pads of his fingertips began to explore, trailing delicately down your stomach. Your body responded to his familiar touch, goosebumps racing over you and a fire simmering in your belly. 

You were desperate for him, your body begging for him to touch you as his fingers made their way down to your heat. A heavy moan left your lips when he began running circles over your clit. At that moment, you were completely overwhelmed by him. The way his lips felt against yours, the taste of his tongue, the scent of his cologne, the soft pads of his fingers on your most sensitive spot. 

“I want you,” you whined.

“You have me,” he answered teasingly, his mouth only a fraction of an inch away from yours. He dragged his finger down and dipped into your entrance. “Fuck - you’re so wet.”

“Please…”

At your begging he positioned himself between your legs, removed his fingers, and replaced them with a press of his hips against yours, the tip of his cock firm against your slit.  

Your hands grappled to hold on to any part of him you could, eventually landing on his shoulders. Gripping tightly, your fingertips dug into his skin. You wrapped your ankles around his calves and felt the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

The first thrust inside you was slow. Every inch of your body pulled tight around him as he sank deeper. Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure raced through you. 

“Fuck,” Harry rasped as he rocked into you. The sound of his voice sent a tingle down your spine. “I love you so much,” he whispered into your skin, brushing a kiss across your jaw. 

You said it back to him as the two of you moved against each other, getting lost in the feelings of love and undulating pleasure between you. 

———

You and Harry spent the rest of the day immersed in one another in your private villa. 

The last go around, you unraveled together with his face buried in your neck while you were clutched tight around him. 

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath. 

You turned on your side to look at him, flooded with warmth and giddiness as you acknowledged how handsome he was. You used the tip of your finger to trace the lines of his face. The sharp cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the full of his lips. As you were about to trace your thumb over his eyebrow he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips. 

“Thank you again for suggesting we go to Holmes Chapel after this,” he said against your hand, still pressed to his lips. 

“Of course,” You moved closer to him and he let go of your hand in order to wrap his arms around you. “You can go home whenever you want, you know.” 

He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I know. It’s easier to go when I know you’re coming with me.”

You hummed in understanding and pressed your lips against his chest.

“I should give Jeffrey a call and ask him to make the travel arrangements for us… And postpone my meetings.” 

As if on cue, his phone’s ringtone chimed from his tote bag on the floor by the door. He was reluctant to let go of you, but you gave him a look of approval that had him scrambling out of the bed to retrieve it. You took the opportunity to admire his naked body, silently thanking the Italian sun and his morning cardio routine for the glorious sight of him. 

You felt a warmth in your chest, though, at the smile that grew on his face when he looked down at his phone to see who was calling.

“Hey mum, yeah….guess what…I’m coming home.”

———

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think. 

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | 17

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Steve parks in Jeff’s driveway a little bit before noon. He was about 5 minutes early but he didn’t want to sit in his car. What if they had seen his car pull up and wondered why he just sat in there for so long? But he also didn’t want anyone to think he was too eager. Except he had a pie with whipped cream that needed to be refrigerated. So, he got out and walked to the door, knocking.

 He shifted awkwardly and heard, “Totally! Just hand me that knife and I’ll-” as Jeff opened the door.

Jeff grinned, stepping out and shutting the door behind him, cutting off the shouting. Well, making it so you couldn’t make out the words. “Steve, hey,” Jeff smiled like everything was fine.

“Um, is everything-” he starts awkwardly but Jeff cuts him off.

“Yeah, Mom and Z are arguing. She wants to help but mom’s always worried and doesn’t like handing any sharp objects over. Which of course, makes Z even angrier.” He says like it’s nothing. “Mom always breaks and gives her the knife, so it shouldn’t be too much longer.”

 Steve blinks and Jeff laughs awkwardly, “Sorry. This isn’t the best introduction, is it?” Then he looks and spots the lemon meringue pie in Steve’s hands. “Oh cool, why don’t I just,” he takes it from him and they head in together. Steve slips off his shoes and takes in the warm house, family photos everywhere.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just kill myself on Thanksgiving!” Zahra shouts, and Steve winces. They appear at the doorway of the kitchen and the two women go dead silent.

 Jeff clears his throat, “Mom, Zahra, this is Steve.” He says in a tone that Steve knows means, knock it off. “Steve, my family.” He waves towards them and puts the pie into the limited fridge space.

“Sorry, I thought I had a few more minutes to try and break her,” Zahra says and moves to greet him. Steve sticks out his hand and makes sure not to look at the scars that had to be there. It makes her smile.

 Jeff’s mom sighs, “Darling, I’m so sorry.” She says and she wipes her hands before moving over to him. “It’s great to meet you. I’m Dorothea, you can call me Thea, my husband Charlie is outside with his brother Donny and my boy Nolan.” She rambles and he tries to keep all the names lined up in his head. “We’ve got a whole houseful coming our way but for now, that’s it.” She says and he nods, glancing over at Jeff.

 However, then he’s pulled into a quick hug from Thea. “And now my Jeff isn’t a chatterbox but I’ve heard of you.”

Steve smiled, “Not much to talk about I’m afraid. But I’ve heard about all of you.” He says and ignores the soft sigh from Jeff. “Nice to officially meet you, Thea.” There’s a big smile on her face and he doesn’t even think his mom’s ever looked that happy toward him.

 He clears his throat and looks at Zahra, “You know, a big reason we’re friends is because of you, actually,” he confesses and watches her eyebrows furrow. “Well, um, we bumped into each other at the store. And well, uh, meat and I- we're not close friends." Steve thinks about Dustin coming to him for help. Of the buckets of meat they dropped onto the ground. He thinks of fear in his veins as he knew he had to go out of the bus. The snarling of the demodogs before he sprung the dogs' trap. "But Jeff helped me with some recipes.” He said, “Even helped me trick a few kids I babysit into eating greens.” He laughed softly, pushing those memories back.

 Jeff’s arm went around his shoulders. It was comforting and he could feel some of his nerves fall away. “He’s the one I told you about. How he’s getting Eddie to eat vegetables.” Jeff offers and Steve watches his mom light up.

But that made no sense to Steve, he frowns, “What do you mean? He’s never said he disliked them… wait was I being too pushy? Did he feel like he couldn’t say no? Oh, I didn’t even think about it. But whenever I asked, he said anything was-” he rambled, feeling like an asshole.

Jeff gave him a squeeze, “Nothing to stress over. Honestly, Eddie will eat anything you make him. I promise,” he says and Steve has a moment of realization. Eddie eats what Steve makes him because of his crush. Steve’s eyebrow furrows, but does that mean Jeff knows about Eddie’s crush? That Eddie’s gay? Maybe Eddie’s out to them or maybe he’s just obvious to Jeff as well.

 “Meat and non-meats are simmering,” a tall man comes in and he’s got a shorter kid following behind him. The kid looked about Dustin’s age, maybe a couple of years older. He presses a kiss to Thea's cheek and Steve glances over to the grill outside. He never even heard of turkey on a grill. His mom would have a heart attack from something so… so… perfect. A smile stretched over his face and looked up at Jeff. This isn’t a stuffy family dinner. There aren’t any extra people in the house that they barely know. Well, in a way he’s the one that’s extra. But as more people show up grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins… he doesn’t feel that out of place.

 Jeff stays at his side but everyone’s so kind that Steve doesn’t think it’s super necessary, but it’s appreciated. They are also a very touch-affectionate family. He’s gotten more hugs in the last hour than he’s ever gotten from his mom and dad combined. It’s a little overwhelming but he likes it. He gives them hugs back each time, even lifting and twirling the youngest girl, Madilyn, when she gives him a hug. He was a stranger, but he doesn’t feel like one. It’s like they brought him into the family so quickly.

 There were so many people and yet he could feel the love between the Matthews family. There was Theodore (Theo) and Lorraine who were Jeff’s mom’s parents along with her brother Leon, who was married to Shirley. Shirley and Leon had Madilyn (Maddie) who was only 8 and Shirley’s dad Anthony along with her sister Elizabeth (Beth) who was married to Mitchell. Beth and Mitchell had Joel and Dawn, who were 23 and 21. Then there was Charles (Charlie), Jeff’s dad’s parents Joseph and Ethel, along with Donald (Donny) and Lucille (Lucy), Charlie’s siblings. And lastly, Lucy’s friend Brianna (Bri) who she’s lived with since college.

 Steve could barely keep up with it all. He's able to talk with Jeff’s Uncle Mitchell about the last basketball game. He’s talked with Grandpa Joseph about swimming and what he loves about it. They mention how a few of them would go to his next meet because It’s been a while since they watched one. He talked with Zahra about food and she told him a few stories about Jeff that had Jeff trying to shut her up.

 He even talked to Beth about the party which he loves dearly. To which Shirley, Beth’s sister, cut in and asked him how the Byers were. They had sent them a few casseroles on the anniversary but they didn’t want to be nosy or rude, so they hadn’t pushed for information. Steve told him how Will was doing a lot better, he had a few hiccups on the road to recovery but he’s got a big group of people behind him now.

 Which led to a conversation with the last Aunt Lucille, but call me Lucy, dear, about Dustin. Steve talked Dustin up, telling them how smart he was, most of the time. There was a small awkward piece in which Grandma Ethel asked him how he met the kids. He did his best to stick with the story he told Eddie. Theo, Thea’s dad, grumbled under his breath about racists when Billy popped up. It made Steve think of his own parents who would probably be disgusted by Steve's choice of company. Fuck his parents though. 

 “So, Steve, what are things you do with your family on holidays?” Anthony asks and Steve blinks. “Anything you’ll be sad to miss?”

Steve felt something drop in his chest. “I haven’t celebrated Thanksgiving since I was a kid, honestly.” He shrugged and looked away from the sad looks.

 A hand landed on his shoulder, “what did you use to do?” Charlie asked and he realized these people, an entire houseful of people, wanted him to enjoy the holiday.

Tears welled up and he choked back his emotions. “Um, I don’t really remember. My Boppa, he was the one who liked to celebrate. But usually, it was just the two of us. So, uh, I’d usually just watch him cook. Messed around with music playing.” He offered and Brianna was quick to her feet.

She glanced over at him, “dancing?” She asked and he nodded.

 Without much haste, music bloomed through the stereo. “Loving you the way I do. I only wanna be with you. And I would go to the ends of the earth. 'Cause darling, to me, that's what you're worth.” Steve blinked as he was pulled to his feet. A few people were groaning as they were heckled into joining. But Steve was just surprised to be pulled into a makeshift dance with Bri. It wasn't a real waltz but their hands were clasped and she shimmied them to the beat. Steve had been taught to dance; his parents were sure that a real man should be able to lead. But this- at this moment, he followed.

 Bri twirled him and he let out a surprised laugh. “Where you lead, I will follow. Anywhere that you tell me to. If you need, you need me to be with you. I will follow where you lead.” None of them cared that they looked silly. They were doing it to have fun. To make him happy. Steve laughed as he was dipped. It wasn’t a fancy party where he had to wear a suit. This was a party where everyone was in warm sweaters and looking like an actual family. “If you're out on the road. Feeling lonely, and so cold. All you have to do is call my name, and I'll be there on the next train.”

 Steve couldn’t help but dream that this was the family he grew up in. A family so close, so full of love. “Dinner time!” Charlie called and the music was turned down but left on. Bri and Lucy had him tucked between them and Jeff sat across from him. Steve glanced over at Lucy who had a small tattoo on her ring finger. It was a little vine around her finger. Like a ring. Steve looked down at his hands and then over at Bri’s. She had a matching tattoo and Steve blinked. Huh. He looked away from the tattoos and over at Jeff who was arguing with Nolan while putting the meatless option on Steve’s plate.

 So… Lucy and Bri weren’t just roommates. That was fine. Honestly, he was glad they found someone. It couldn’t have been easy. And it made sense in all honesty. Jeff probably knew about Eddie or at least saw through Eddie well enough. But with his Aunts, because they called Bri an unofficial aunt during introductions, he was raised to accept it. Steve was told so many bad things about queers. He had used the word as an insult a few times. But Steve wasn’t his dad. So, pretended not to notice.

 “Hon, there’s barely anything on your plate,” Lorraine huffs, and suddenly his plate is gone from in front of him. Lorraine, who had been up to get a glass of water, was moving around the table, putting things onto his plate. No meat, but plenty of other things. Steve noticed Jeff’s anxious look between Steve and his grandma, but Steve felt okay. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to eat all of it. But it reminded him of his Boppa and of Joyce.

When it was set back down in front of him, he cleared his throat, “Thank you.” The older woman pressed a kiss to the top of his head before continuing on. It had been swift and most of the others had already filled their own plates.

 However, Steve noticed how no one actually picked up their silverware. “Now, it’s time for thanks. What is one this you’ve been thankful for this past year?” Anthony asked and Madilyn perked up. “Maddie, you’re up first.” Steve listened to Maddie, Nolan, Zahra, then Jeff. After Jeff, they paused. Anthony smiled over at Steve, “Steve?”

Jeff clears his throat, “we go by age.” He offers and Steve nods.

Steve thinks about his year, “I’m thankful for the people who’ve come into my life. I have way more friends than I did.” He says and feels his cheeks go red. But they don’t force him to sit with the embarrassment, instead, Dawn says hers.

 But Steve can’t help but realize something. Over the course of a year, the group of people he cared about grew triple its size. From Tommy and Carol to Nancy and the Byers. Then when the monsters came back, the rest of the party came to him. Sure, he lost Nancy but he gained the kids. Then he gained four more people. And because of Jeff, he was here. “Let’s hope for another year to be thankful for.” They all said after Anthony said his. It was enough to snap Steve out of his thoughts.

 He was quiet during the meal but no one forced him to speak. Jeff tried every so often to bring him into the conversations but Steve felt overwhelmed. He was barely holding it together. Only when his plate was empty and his cup was drained, did he even realize he was eating. Almost everyone else was also done, but he hadn’t thought he’d be able to finish. He stared at his plate but in doing so he watched the way his hands shake.

 He excused himself to the bathroom and clutched the sink, tears welling up. “Today is a good day, why are you being like this,” he hissed at his reflection. The red of his face showed the tears that were falling. “You’re not alone. You should be happy. Why- why can’t you be happy?” His voice broke and he turned on the tap. Just as he’s about to splash water on his face there’s a knock.

He glances behind him, “Steve? Hey, man, are you alright? You seemed uh, off during dinner.” Jeff’s soft tone felt like another thing to add to the growing pile of uncertainty. “Steve?”

 Steve moves and opens the door, Jeff’s the only one in the hallways and he’s so thankful. Because he can’t stop his tears. “Oh,” Jeff says softly. Steve stays silent as Jeff turns off the tap and shuts the door behind him. But as soon as Jeff gets in close, Steve can’t stop himself from hugging him. Jeff makes a surprised sound but he hugs him back. “Steve, can you tell me what’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t know. He should be happy. He was happy. But then… something just switched in him.

 Suddenly Jeff lowers them onto the floor and Steve sits side-by-side with him. Jeff’s arm wraps around him and pulls him closer. “I’ve got you.” He says and Steve lets out a small sob. “Take as long as you need.” And Steve doesn’t know how long it takes until he stops crying, but Jeff doesn’t let go of him the entire time. “Steve?” Jeff questions and Steve sighs. He sits up so he can look at Jeff.

 “I should be happy.” Is all Steve says, it’s all he can think.

Jeff looks at him before shrugging, “No. You don’t have to be. Feelings don’t really make sense… they don’t always do what they should.” Jeff looks tired as he says this.

Steve’s eyebrow furrows, “w-what do you mean?”

“Honestly, I don’t really know. I want to know, want to understand, but some things you just can’t figure out. Especially if you don’t have someone to help you look through all the things in your head.” And it makes Steve really look at Jeff. Jeff’s always seemed so put together, so calm, but was he really?

 “You want to help me sort through my feelings?” He says slowly, just so he knows for sure. Jeff just nods. That makes Steve frown, “why?”

Jeff groans like he knew it was going to be asked but had hoped it wouldn’t be. “Okay, you have this thing where you don’t believe we like you. Like you're scared we’re gonna use you but you also don’t let us just do things for you. I care about you and I want you to be okay.” At Steve's silence, Jeff frowns, “Fine. How about we trade off? You let me help and I’ll- uh, I’ll talk to you about my own confusing thoughts.”

 Steve cracks his knuckles just to do something. “I- okay.” He murmurs and he leans against Jeff once again, just so he doesn’t have to look at Jeff. “I think you have a great family. And today has been great.” He says softly, “But I- it’s like my chest has something that just keeps pushing down on it. Like I can’t get past the fact that none of this- my parents wouldn’t even be happy that I’m hanging out with you.” Steve admits, “My parents have a lot of things to say about people that aren’t like them.” He can see the small clench of Jeff’s hand.

 Steve plowed on, “All my life, I challenged their beliefs. And I just think I can’t get over the fact that if they had come home, it would’ve been a house party, not, not something that was just family. I would be wearing a suit and pretending to listen as people talked about shit, I didn’t agree with or even care about. But you are all so close and I don’t understand it. I want it so badly but I don’t know how to handle it.” He glanced over at Jeff. “Your family’s shown me more love today than I’ve ever gotten from my parents.” He admits and tightens his grip on his knees. “I don’t know how to deal with it.”

 Steve sighs, “Before last year the only friends I had were Tommy and Carol. Then I left them and Nancy was there for me. I started babysitting for the kids but I wasn’t- it wasn’t anything special. Then I broke up with Nancy and the kids were all I had until you guys. And I don’t know how I-” Tears were starting again. “I’m just really fucking thankful for you.”

“I’m thankful for you too,” Jeff says and Steve gives him a small smile.

 “Boys?” Thea calls and Steve jumps a little at the reminder of what was outside the door. “Is everything alright?”

Jeff clears his throat, “Yeah, Ma!” He hollers and Steve shifts, standing up. Jeff grabs his wrist, “I’m going to be honest because you deserve that. I thought you were puking in here. You never eat much and you ate so much. I was worried that you didn’t want to upset us so you forced yourself to eat too much.” He admits and Steve had overeaten but that hadn’t even crossed his mind. “I worry about you. At first, I moved to help you because I saw Eddie’s inner shepherd come alive when he brought you over that first day. But then the more I looked at you I saw Zahra.”

 Steve looks at him and Jeff isn’t shy about meeting his gaze. “I found her, Steve. And when I realized that you didn’t really have anyone to find you, I wanted to give you that someone because you’re honestly one of the best people I’ve ever met. It made me care about you. But it’s so much more than just taking care of you. I want to be there for you but I also just want to be around you. I feel like I can be myself with you and be open with you. So, I am trying to do that. And one of these days I think we should really sit down and talk. But right now, I really want you to enjoy the day.”  

 Steve nods and they get up off the bathroom floor. He splashes cold water on his face, but his face shows his breakdown. Jeff gives his shoulder a quick squeeze and gives him a smile, “We’ve got a basketball hoop out back. Do you think you could beat all of us in a game of horse?” Jeff teases and Steve laughs.

“I’ll try,” he promises and Jeff nods. They exit the bathroom and Jeff calls out the challenge to his cousins. Nolan is a basketball fan and is quick to join them. Steve thinks that it’s fun with the Matthews family. It reminds him of playing with Tommy but it’s different at the same time.

 Being friends with Hellfire, it’s all around different but it’s also good. The more time he spends with them the more he wants to hold onto them. And as he watches Zahra jump onto Jeff’s back, hanging off of him, he desperately wants to keep them. It’s Thanksgiving, the first one in five years that he’s not alone. The day you’re supposed to show thanks… well Steve is truly grateful for Jeff. And if Jeff wants Steve to have a good day, then Steve will try.  

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[dollehyo]

Yandere! 4town w/ an s/o that is always sleepy

as always, black reader

➔ ROBAIRE

oh boy does he love this

because you were so sleepy, it made it a tad bit easier for him to snatch you up (the 2nd best out of all 5 at kidnapping you)

you guys had been childhood best friends so he knew your sleepy personality. and your schedule. and everything else about you.

he always loved holding and cuddling up to you whenever, wherever. because trust me. he definitely will not care.

if anyone tried waking you up he'd definitely cut that shit short.

"just, what do you think you're doing" *pins to ground*

just playing but would def say something along those lines.

➔ JESSE

he kind of finds it annoying.

you're a heavy sleeper, and very anxious so you are HEAVY on your security. just incase a burglar or kidnapper tried breaking in, an extra loud alarm would go off.

but Jesse, also knowing everything about you, knew how to bypass the cameras, and other security gadgets you had bought and break in without waking you up.

you don't wake up til a few hours later.

"where the fuck am I..?"

"don't worry about it."

don't worry bout it, don't worry bout it sweetheart. don't worry bout it sweetheart. dats dat spleh. that's that spleh rii thea.

➔ TAE YOUNG

he finds it adorable.

he super touchy feely and clingy so like robaire, would absolutely adore cuddling up to you as you snooze for hours at a time.

hes a klutz so he sorta, maybe definitely woke you up.

you put up a fight but this guy is definitely nobody to enrage because when he's angry zooweemama is he strong.

knocks you put and when you wake up you'd feel a death grip around your midriff as you future lovers snores filled up the room.

after seeing his ridiculous amount of strength earlier you decided to not try and break yourself out of his tight embrace

➔ AARON Z

he finds it very annoying but occasionally a bit cute

he thinks it would've been a lot more exciting to have you put up a fight while he tried kidnapping you the way taes darling did.

but the only dynamic movement you did was stirring in your sleep as he picked you up.

you even wrapped your arms around him for Christs sake.

but when he sees your temporary look or serenity on your face, he smiled a little bit.

also finds it cute that when you finally warm up to him, you lean on his side or lay down on his lap to take a nap.

➔ AARON T

finds it cute but slightly thinks it annoying. more to the cute side tho

he only finds it annoying because you'd rather spend hours sleeping instead of doing things with him.

but also finds it cute. you have this kinda bad habit of lightly snoring when the nap starts to hit a bit TOO good

he would occasionally scoop you up in his arms and just carry you to a bed or couch to just cuddle, no matter how busy or occupied he is at the moment. thinks you're way more important than anything else around him (other than the other members)

just like him, you're an airhead so although you were kind of disturbed with him breaking in instead of approaching you normally, you really had nothing else to complain about.

he was nice, cute, a bit clingy (although it gets a bit annoying at times), offered a nice home with decent people in it, and best of all, food, you really didn't need to whine about anything but being kidnapped.

fun fact: the other 4town members kind of envied T's darlings personality (especially tae) since you really didn't mind being taken against your will.

can y'all believe that I finished this in one sitting and didn't wait days if not weeks to write a few sentences and draft it for another periodic amount of time? me neither! anyways I'm getting another piercing Saturday

[indiee19]

She Does The Woods

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and a buzzed Alex go for a walk and a picnic in the woods and you can't resist how good he looks.

warnings: smut, oral sex (m! receiving), typical cliché couple things

word count: 2.8k

-Once again, Thea wrote this.

A/n: this song is literally the best song off the album. Argue with the wall if you disagree. Also, I'm working on the requests, so please be patient, I'm trying to do all of them. (And thank you, Thea.)

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You reached up on the shelf of the small storage closet , getting the picnic blanket down from the very top, putting it in the basket. Alex had promised you that he would take you on a picnic this weekend. You impatiently waited the whole week for this day, wondering where Alex was taking you on the picnic.

You heard the door open and heard Alex's footsteps as he padded down the hallway, looking for you, eager to see the outfit you chose to wear. He hadn't seen you since this morning when you both woke up and had spent the entire morning in bed, making you feel so good like he always did. You'd asked him to go get some fruit from the store while you finished the rest of the food you were going to eat on the picnic.

"Baby, where are you!" he shouted from across the hallway.

"In the kitchen, Al!" you yelled back. He walked into the kitchen, finding and watching you finish putting everything away. He walked over to the kitchen island where you were at, handing you the fruit he had bought for the picnic.

You thanked him and put it away along with everything else in the basket. Alex walked behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pushing your hair away and kissing up your neck.

"Al, stop," you laughed, pushing him away.

"What if we don't go on the picnic and just stay here?" he asked, continuing his kisses up your neck. "No, Al. You promised me that you would take me on this picnic and I've been looking forward to it all week, so we're going on it," you replied, turning around, grabbing the bandana around his neck and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

He sighed and moved away, going to the family room. You finished packing everything up and went to the family room, sneaking up behind Alex, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Are you ready to leave, my love?" you asked, kissing his cheek. He stood up, turning around and kissed you. "Yeah, princess. You go get the basket and I'll start the car," he replied, walking to the door and grabbing the keys.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed the basket, also grabbing your polaroid camera from the bedroom, though you didn't think that you would need it at all, and walked out the door after locking it.

You saw Alex in the car, fiddling with the radio, trying to figure out how to connect the Bluetooth on his phone to the car radio. You got in and laughed at him, amused at his small amount of knowledge on technology even though he had many references of it on his latest album.

"What're you laughing at?" he asked, clearly still frustrated with the Bluetooth on his phone.

"Nothing, I just find it hilarious that you have a very extensive vocabulary and are a talented songwriter, but you can't understand how to use technology, though your album has quite a few references to it," you laughed.

He playfully pouted and then went back to his phone to figure out how to connect his phone to the car. You laughed again and he glared at you.

"Do you need some help, my love?" you asked. Alex nodded and accepted the fact that he couldn't figure it out and handed you the phone.

You quickly explained to him how to do it and connected it to the radio. You then turned on something from The Beatles; Alex started to pull out of the driveway. You and Alex started singing along, him more than you and you watched the concentration on his face as he drove and as he sang, his angelic voice ringing in your ears and you didn't mind.

The car came to a stop light and Alex turned to you. "I want to hold your hand," he sang, taking your hand in his. You laughed and sang along with him, though you weren't nearly as good as a singer as Alex, your voice couldn't compare to his in any way possible.

The red light had turned green and Alex began driving on the road again, hand still holding yours as he continued to sing the rotor the song. You watched his facial features in the light that was hitting him through the window. You focused on his lips mainly, watching them move as he sang, remembering how they felt on your own, moving against yours in sync, just like the way he sang the song - in sync.

"Alex," you said, dragging out each syllable of his name. He looked at you then back at the road. "Yeah, princess?" he said.

"Where are we going?" you asked. He turned right and began to slow the car. "It's a surprise," he smiled, taking a few more turns.

"Please, I want to know, Al," you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek then his neck, lightly sucking on his neck just below his ear, hoping that somehow he would give in to you ad would answer your question.

"As much as you kiss me, I still won't tell you until we get there," he said. You stopped sucking on his neck, and sat back in your seat, playfully pouting.

"Now, look, just because I won't tell you doesn't mean that you have to stop kissing me," he said slyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss to it.

"No, you won't tell me. No answer, no kiss," you laughed. Alex dramatically gasped and laughed. The rest of the drive was fairly typical and cliché, Alex singing his heart out, reaching over and kissing you whenever there was a red light.

You certainly didn't mind it being cliché if it meant that he kissed you, though you did wish that he would tell you were he was bringing you. It was only ten minutes before he pulled the car to a parking lot and parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

You opened the car door and stepped out, looking around. He had brought you to a dirt trail for hiking - in the woods.

"Really, Alex, the woods?" you asked. He got out of the car himself, and shut the door, opening the back door to get out the picnic basket.

"What?" Alex asked, walking around to the other side, grabbing you by the waist.

"First of all, you're literally wearing a black leather jacket, black trousers, and a button up ... and boots, it's way to hot for that. And plus, the drinks will get all hot," you said, gesturing to his attire and the picnic basket.

"It'll be fine, princess," he said, moving his hand to the small of your back, leading you onto the trail. He held onto you, knowing that it was way too hot, but still wanting to be close to you, always wanting to touch you.

He stopped when you both reached a secluded part of the trail that no one else was on, and to be honest, looked like no one really ever used it anymore.

"Okay, this is really giving me the 'I'm taking you out to the woods in a secluded area to kill you' vibes, Al," you joked, Alex letting go of you, you turning to look around the spot.

"You're right, me love, I am going to murder you," Alex laughed, grabbing you from behind, placing kisses on your neck, sucking on a spot. You laughed and pushed him away. "Alex!"

"Hey, come 'ere," he said, turning you around, kissing you deeply, shocking you. Your arms snaked around his neck, his hands traveling down your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him, your front now pressed up against his chest, biting your bottom lip teasingly, demanding entrance.

"Alex, we-we can't, not here," you said breathlessly, the breath you had now gone from the steamy kiss you and Alex just shared.

"Why not?" he asked, confused about why you wouldn't want him, even though you did and he knew that.

"Because, Alex, I'm not shagging you in the woods. Besides, someone could walk past us and see what we're doing," you answered, adding in the last part to try and explain to him why you couldn't even though you wanted to, but not as much as Alex wanted to.

He didn't seem to take that response to well, instantly kissing to hopefully persuade you into doing it. You felt him hard through his pants, and as much as you were afraid of getting caught, you had to admit that the thrill of it would be kind of fun and you moved your hand to palm him through his jeans.

Alex groaned into your mouth, breaking the kiss to suck on your neck to keep him quiet. You backed him up against a tree and suck down onto your knees, undoing his belt and jeans, pulling down his underwear just far enough for you to pull out his cock, slowly stroking him, placing a few light kisses to his tip, watching him as his head fell back against the tree.

He groaned in response before you took all of him into your mouth, his hands coming down on the back of your head, gripping your hair.  He felt heavy on your tongue and flattened it so that he could fit better in your mouth. You started to bob your head up and down on his length, enjoying the small, quiet moans Alex was letting out.

You hollowed your cheeks, Alex pushing your further onto him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to choke a little, but nevertheless, you continued. "Yesss, princess," Alex hissed, gripping your hair even tighter than before, moving you up and down on his length at a rate of his liking.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as you continued to bob your head, your tongue swirling his tip, hollowing your cheeks again.

You could tell that he was close when he started to buck his hips into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat continuously as he bucked his hips. You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks once again, sending him over the edge. His hips stilled as his cock twitched inside your mouth and you felt his release hit the back of your throat, swallowing it.

He pulled you off of his cock by your hair, helping you stand up, holding onto you and he tugged up his underwear and trousers, fixing his belt as well. "Happy?" you joked, kissing his cheek.

"Very," he said, pecking your mouth. You laughed briefly. "Funny. We haven't even been here an hour and I've already sucked you off. And I've already got dirt on my pants," you said, gesturing to the dirt on your knees through the rip in your pants, getting the picnic blanket out of the basket and laying it on the ground, placing the picnic basket on it.

You sat down and Alex sat across from you, digging into the basket to see what you packed, picking the container that held the strawberries, getting one out, holding it to your mouth. You opened your mouth and took a bite out of it, Alex pulling it away from you and put it on the container lid.

"Let's see, what else did you pack in 'ere?" he said to himself, digging around in the basket more.

"There should be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in there for you," you said, helping him find it. He thanked you and took it out of the container that it was in, taking a bite, managing to get some jelly on his fingers.

Alex laughed and put the sandwich down, licking his fingers clean of the jelly. You couldn't help but let your mind wander, thinking of very dirty things that Alex would no doubt think of. Imagine what he could do with those fingers, was all that was going through your mind, so much so that you didn't even realize that you were starring straight at him.

"Can I help you, princess?" he asked, noticing how much you were starring at him, specifically his arms and fingers. You tried to come up with an answer but you couldn't form any words at all, turning into a stuttering mess.

"Who's having the dirty thoughts now, eh?" he laughed, taking off his sunglasses. "Come 'ere, princess."

You hesitantly moved over to beside him, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap. "Tell me, love, if I touch you, will you be wet?" he teased, unbuttoning your jeans, pushing his fingers in them to play with the waistband of your panties that were slowly but surely dampening.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, voice trialing off into a moan when his fingers brushed against your clothed clit.  He lightly chuckled before moving the cloth of your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your folds.

You buried your head into Alex's neck to try and hide the indescribable amount of pleasure that he was giving you. "No, look at me," Alex drawled,  pulling you up by your hair. You looked up at him, starring into his big, brown doe eyes.

"Do you need me, love? Because I need you," he said. You quickly attached your lips to his, letting his tongue slip past them, exploring your mouth. You hesitantly pulled away, moving to shuffle out of your jeans, Alex undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear, just far enough for his cock to spring free.

You sat back down in his lap, sitting up on your knees to move your panties aside, positioning Alex's cock at your entrance, Alex's hands going to your hips to keep you there. He pulled you down slightly; you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock poking inside of you, hands gripping his shoulders.

"Alex, please, I need you," you said, knowing how much he enjoyed hearing you beg and whimper for him, desperate for his cock to fill you up so good.

He smirked, pulling you all the way down on him, throwing his head back, a soft moan falling from your lips. Once you were fully adjusted to his size, you pushed him down to be laid on his back. His hands were still on your hips, watching you as you began to slowly move. You sat up on your knees, his cock almost slipping out of you. His hands held you in place on him, his cocky smirk plastered all over his gorgeous face. Even though you were on top, he still had all of teh control.

Without warning, he let go of your hips, letting you slip all the way back down on him, his hands going back on your hips, helping you move on him and you moaned loudly. You slowly began to roll your hips on him, the pace gradually increasing. Soon you started to bounce up and down on him; Alex started to thrust up into you in sync with your own movements, driving you closer and closer to your high that you were now chasing.

His thrusting into you slowly began to get faster and faster, and you couldn't keep up with them. One of Alex's hands found your clit, rubbing small circles on it, driving you closer to your orgasm. You threw your head back and felt Alex's free hand travel under your shirt, massaging your breasts through your bra.

"God, love, you f-feel so good," Alex moaned, clearly just as close as you.

"Alex, I-I'm so close," you whimpered, Alex thrusting into you faster, bouncing you on his cock. "Cum for me, love," he said, thrusting up into you one final time, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your walls contracting around him, triggering his own release. He held you down on him and you felt his cock twitch, his release spurting inside of you. You collapsed on top of him.

You were both panting, sweat pooling on Alex's head. "I love you so much, princess," he said, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too," you replied, struggling to stand up, sighing at the emptiness that was left when you lifted up off of him. "Oh, shit," you laughed, feeling his release run out of you, sure to stain your underwear, quickly putting on your jeans.

Alex pulled up his pants and underwear as well, doing his belt back up. "So, should we finish our picnic now?" he said, eating another strawberry, you sitting back down, digging into the basket, looking for something to eat yourself; you nodded to Alex.

[sevnthhart-a]

knock knock, it's me, local menace, and i am here to pose a meta question : what does make tifa happy? what does genuinely spark joy to her? any comfort books, food dishes, drinks, snacks, series, books, music? or would you think that tifa is so absorbed with everything that she hardly makes time to find these things for herself?

blu ,  local menace ,  my beloved. thank you for indulging my brainrot xoxo

i. first off, some background as to how i see her mental state / default emotional response because it plays such a heavy part in understanding my thought process on this. to put it frankly, her feelings run deep. this isn't exclusive to the joyful ones, but the more intense outbursts of sadness, anger, etc. as well. while it may not be intentional, everyone close to her  ( or even just in general )  has the power to break her heart or heal it. that isn't to say she's fragile  ( quite the opposite ;  canon content has put her through so much ,  i'm genuinely in awe of how she's able to withstand it all )  or a crybaby about it  ( because i've seen it been said ). the more ill aligning feelings are just so heavily suppressed that it just ends up spiling out bit by bit before it happens to manifest itself into a full blown breakdown. as for the happier ones, she has no need to hold those in. it shows up in a variety of ways — it isn't difficult to make her happy, either. her heart bores so much resemblance to her mother's, so i don't find it hard to believe that she would be grateful for the little things people say or do for her out of kindness as opposed to actions done because of her looks.  ( side note :  the parallels between thea & tifa are so ashjdfsj i love the lockhart girlies with my entire being ) 

ii. music makes her happy. while i don't think she's a diehard fan of any particular artist, i can see her being a casual listener of instrumentals or just anything that can be softly played in the background while she's working solo. bonus points if it's piano heavy! i say that for obvious reasons, but i like to think it reminds her of home & simpler times. it's a bit odd but having the news on in the background  ( think that one ac scene )  is also something she enjoys. when zangan first dropped her off in an unknown city with little to nothing, having the news on low made it feel like she wasn't so alone. obviously, along came people she could call family, but people gloss over the fact that she felt so very isolated during this time. on quiet days, depending on her mood, she'll pick one over the other & just get to work. it's a good reminder of everything's she gained since then.

iii. i don't see her as a big drinker but, she will indulge herself when the occasion calls for it. she reserves it for special times  ( excluding when she's taste testing new menu options ;  that's work & she'll often pull for a second opinion )  with friends. i read somewhere that her, barret, & cloud will get together every so often to reminisce about old times & drink to the happy ones  ( have no idea if this has been confirmed canon or if anyone else was involved ,  but i just adore the idea & fully implement it into my interp because i'm a whore for found family ). in moments like that, where she isn't questioning her strength or pondering what ifs, that she's on cloud nine — because this is her home & it's every bit as dear to her as nibelheim was. i'm not talking about edge or any other location, but the people in her life. they are so very precious to her & she will drink to that.

iv. i do wanna mention that it isn't rare she'll seek these interactions out whenever things start to take a toll on her. this goes back to my first point, but i see it as her method of coping. cloud has his ways, tifa has hers. she wants to continue being seen as a figurehead of stability by the people closest to her heart ;  all so they feel comfortable relying on her when they're the ones in need  ( her redemption from situations that weren't her fault ). by suppressing those unwanted feelings quietly, she's able to move forward  ( albeit ,  with a heavy heart ,  but a heart nonetheless )  & resolve whatever issue is at hand. so i don't necessarily believe she gets so absorbed with everything that she doesn't have time. if it's urgent & she can feel things slipping, she'll do her best to make time for it. 

v. all in all, there are many ways to make tifa loml lockhart happy ;  but quality time & music are the top two i wanted to elaborate on.

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Our Story - Prologue

theA/N: My first Chris Evans series. This is just a fluffy little series that has been floating around in my brain for a while, and because I've recently fallen head first into the Chris trashcan, I figured he’d be the perfect person for this little love story AU. I mean absolutely no disrespect with this, it's just a work of fiction. I also want to give a huge thank you to @percywinchester27​ and @girl-next-door-writes​ for being my betas for this story. You are both amazing and I'm so grateful for your help on this. 

Chapter: One

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader (unfortunately no Chris in this part) 

Warnings: Absolutely none. 

Wordcount: 1850

Four weeks after my twentieth birthday, I left my childhood home in Savannah, Georgia, and pointed my nose towards New York. It was hard to believe that eight years had passed already, but my twenty-eighth birthday approached in large strides to remind me of how much time had passed, and how much had changed. New York City was a stark contrast to Savannah, the city that never sleeps VS the most charming city in America. When I first moved here, it was my intention to stay for only a year, then I would be back in Savannah with my family and the man that I loved so deeply, Josh. 

However, life never really turns out how you intend it to, no matter how much you plan for your future. Josh and I used to talk at length about our future together, and I honestly couldn't wait to get started on it all, house, careers, and then a family of our own at some point. Then, after eight or so months of long-distance we finally broke and admitted to ourselves that it was just too hard. I know you might think that since we had stuck it out for that long, we surely could manage a few more months, but by then I had been asked to stay on in what was supposed to be a temporary position, and I had fallen in love, not only with the city, but with my work. I asked Josh to come to me, told him we could find ourselves a little apartment in Queens, or the East Village, something we could afford, and we could spend a few years together here before moving back home to start a family. I guess you’ve already figured it didn't turn out that way, and it ended, as long-distance relationships often do, in heartbreak. It was my first real heartbreak- amicable, civil, and soul-crushing. It was also then I realized, as we all, unfortunately, do at some point in our lives, that love does not, in fact, conquer all. 

If I'm being completely honest, I knew within my first month in this magical city that I would never want to leave, and after things ended with Josh, I felt as though I had deceived him in some cruel, unintentional way. Every conversation we had, had after that had been filled with lies and promises I never intended to keep. I had fooled myself as much as I had fooled him. After our break up, although completely heartbroken, I felt free and unburdened, which strangely made me feel even worse about the whole thing. Our love didn't end in some big blowout argument, or because we didn't want to be with one another. It ended because of the thousands of miles that separated us, and because in the months we spent apart, I changed in a way that could not have been foreseen. Never did I imagine myself in a big and busy city, but as I said, New York and me, it was love at first sight. 

You might be wondering what job took me from my safe and comfortable life in Georgia, thinking that it must have been some grand, once in a lifetime thing. It was not. It was a temporary job as a personal assistant. I found it as I sat by my computer one night, daydreaming about what kind of life I would live if I had all the money in the world, what life Josh and I could create for ourselves. That's when I came across the ad. A woman, Mrs. Wallace, needed an assistant. She was a very wealthy woman in need of someone to keep track of her very busy social calendar, amongst other things. I knew she was wealthy because she lived on Fifth Avenue, not that I had ever been to New York and really knew what that entailed, but I had seen movies and read books placed in the city and knew very well that Fifth Avenue was a very expensive street. There was little to no description of the job or what Mrs. Wallace was looking for in an assistant, other than that they had to be organized and were able to juggle multiple things at once. Beyond that it really came down to compatibility. I was nothing if not organized, so before I knew it, I had compiled an application letter and sent to her email. I told no one about this, because it was ridiculous for me to think I'd even get a reply back. In all honesty, it had all been forgotten by the next morning, and I didn't think of it again until three days later when, at dinner with Josh I might add, I got an answer. She would like for us to meet. We sent a couple of emails back and forth where I tried to, as politely as possible, explain that I did not have the means to travel to New York just for an interview. I stated that I appreciated her interest, and apologized profusely for not being able to make it out there. It was then she asked for my details, and about fifteen minutes later I got a confirmation from American Airlines that my ticket had been booked and paid for. Two days later I was sitting opposite Mrs. Wallace at a restaurant that I would never be able to afford, listening to her talk about the job I had applied for and what she expected of me. 

The very first thing that struck me about Mrs. Wallace was her age. For some reason, I had imagined someone in their fifties, full of botox, fillers, and whatever else middle-aged women put into their faces to look younger, but Mrs. Wallace was not that much older than me. At the time we met, she was twenty-seven, so younger than I am now, and strikingly beautiful. Thick, black hair that looked professionally blow-dried and sculpted so that not a single strand was out of place. It draped over her shoulders in loose Hollywood style waves and stood in sharp contrast to the white blazer she wore. Her skin was olive, her eyes deep brown, and her cheekbones could probably cut glass. When you put that together with her long, model-like legs, an hourglass waistline, and a very ample bosom, the woman looked like a greek goddess. To top it all off she had a warm and kind smile, and a kick-ass sense of humor. Kate, as she insisted I call her, was far from the stuck up, nose in the sky, botox filled woman that I had imagined in my head. We hit it off, and before dessert was served, I had a job offer. 

It's hard to explain, but I felt as though I needed to take this opportunity, that this was an experience I was meant to have in some inexplicable way, and I accepted right then and there without a second thought, or even a conversation with my family or boyfriend. Josh was angry with me at first, but supportive, so two weeks later I stood in front of 1040 Fifth Avenue and looked up at the towering building with its limestone and intricate carvings here and there. Kate greeted me at the front door as I stepped out of the car that she had sent to pick me up from the airport. This place even had a porte-cochere to protect the residents from rain as they walked from the door to their private chauffeur-driven vehicles. I would be staying here with the Wallace family, in the staff quarters with the rest of the staff of course, so that I could be available to Kate at all times. And that's how my New York adventure started. 

Eight years later, I am still working for Kate, still living in my little room in the staff quarters, but I love it. I have a little bathroom and everything I need. Food is prepared for us all by the cook, Rosalia. She is a little, plump woman in her mid-fifties, kind and compassionate, not to mention deeply passionate about the food she prepared for the whole household. Along with me and Rosalia, the other staff in our quarters are Magdalena, the housekeeper, and Mitch, who is Mr Wallace’s assistant. There was more staff, of course, like the private chauffeur’s, who didn't live on-site and throughout any given day, people would be in and out of the place like it was a busy office space as opposed to the home that it actually is. 

Now, Mr Wallace was a very busy man, working non-stop whether it be at his office, or at his home office. It seemed as whenever I saw him, he was walking in fast strides, either on the phone, or confirming things with Mitch who half sprinted behind him with his I-pad, trying not to trip over anything as he tried to keep up and take down notes at the same time. Henry, that was Mr Wallace’s first name, was a little older than Kate, not so much that you could accuse her of being a gold digger, but he was approaching his fifties now. He didn't look it though, he was a very handsome man, and kind. Imagine George Clooney, a man that just seems to get more gorgeous with every passing year. Kate and Henry were busy, always had their hands full with whatever it was, but somehow they always found time to share a meal together every day. Even if it meant having Rosalia heat up some leftovers for them at midnight. They were very much in love, and it was clear in the way they looked at one another, and how they always made sure to have that little moment to themselves every day. A couple of years ago, Kate had confided in me that she could not have children of her own, it was something that had weighed on her since she was only sixteen years old, but with Henry, she said, ‘I have all I need with that man, all the love I could ever wish for.’ It was a shame really, because I knew that Kate would have made an amazing mother, and Henry a great dad. ‘I'm alright,’ she had assured me. ‘I've come to peace with it, and learned not to dwell on something that will never be.’ 

So, that's the short version of how I ended up here, doing a job I adored in a city I loved with all my heart, so I think it's about time we move forward. Jump to the part where my real story starts. Spoiler alert; it involves a warm summer day in Central Park, a ruined dress, and an extremely handsome man named Chris. 

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[crystal-moon-101]

Name: Cynthia “Thea” Ashley Levin

Nickname: Thea (prefers to go by this nickname than her real name), Cyn, Cynthie, Cee, Levin Jr, Mr.Blunt

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Birthday: 7th February  

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity/Specie: American - Human/Anodite/Osmosian

Personality: Intelligent, Bold, Smart-Mouthed, Impulsive, Instinctive, Arrogant, Temperamental, Stubborn, Focused, Helpful, Brave, Wild Streak, Protective, Blunt, Romantic

Hobbies: Calligraphy (Writing in this style has an extremely calming effect on Thea), Hip Hop Dance, Mechanics, Automobiles, Is it bad to say she likes math? (It’s logical, practical and makes sense, the addition of letters just made it more enjoyable), Car Shows, Martial Arts

Family:

Gwen Tennyson - (Mother/Despite Thea being very different to her mother, loud and impulsive, the two still get along well. They like to have intelligent discussions, and Thea often goes to her when asking questions about something, knowing her mother will give her honest and truthful answers. They also like to study magic together, and enjoy reading books in the same room.)

Kevin Levin - (Father/Very much a daddy girl, Thea takes after her father quite a bit, in personality and in many interests. Ever since she was little, she’s loved cars thanks to her father, and the two like working together in his garage and chatting. Kevin taught her to be  a tough one, and tries his hardest to make sure she never takes a path like he once did.)

Zed - (Pet - Anubian Baskurr/While Thea doesn’t mind Zed much, the two don’t interact much due to Thea not personally into dogs, more so cats. They have a civil relationship and Thea does help take care of Zed when asked, but the two have been known to comfort each other when something is wrong.)

Ben Tennyson- (First cousin once removed - “Uncle”/Thea and her uncle have a very fun relationship, and she often goes to him about issues she doesn’t want to discuss with her parents, knowing he is a good third opinion to listen to. She admires how brave and outgoing he is, and does look up to him as a hero, but also has her fun uncle.)

Julie Yamamoto- (First cousin once removed-In Law - “Aunt”/Julie’s soft and down to earth nature is something Thea appreciates, in a family full of daredevils. Her aunt has a way of comforting Thea in a gentle manner, without making it feel like she is pitying her. Though that being said, Thea finds her hidden feisty side fun to see whenever it comes out.)

Jay Tennyson- (Second cousin - Like Siblings/Ever since she first held her baby cousin, she has felt this drive of protection over him, and the two act like siblings all the time. They tease, bicker, have fun and share secrets here and there, and are very loyal to each other. Her protective attitude has been growing though, ever since finding out Jay has been bullied, and when Jay starts developing feelings for her rival, Vanessa Morningstar. Subconsciously, Thea struggles to see her baby cousin growing up and not needing her as much, which makes Thea feel a little worthless at times. That being said, the two love each other, and will forever remain loyal, no matter what.)

Tundra, Orion, Vale, Neva, North, Crystal, Alaska, Micha, Storm, Gray, Raine, Arlo, Zodiac and Lux - (Second cousins/There’s quite something to have a cluster of cousins like this, but Thea loves them nonetheless. She loves to visit them, and hanging out with them whenever they’re on earth. She has a different dynamic with each of them.)

Max Tennyson - (Great Grandfather/Thea has always found her Great Grandfather to be a cool and chill man, and a very wise person to go too when needing help with something. She likes listening to his Plumber stories, and the people he’s met throughout his life.)

Xylene - (Great Grandfather Figure/While Xylene is more of a great grandmother figure for Jay, that doesn’t mean Thea and Xylene don’t get along. Xylene’s bold personality is something Thea can admire, and the two like having talks about tech and crafting.)

Verdona - (Great Grandmother/Thea has a bit of an odd relationship with her great grandmother. On the one hand, she likes Verdona’s wild and fun personality, and the two like to get into some crazy chaos together. Though on the other hand, she knows Verdona is fond of her because she is an Anodite, and while she appreciates Verdona’s help with her magic, and understands that Anodites have a different lifestyle to humans, it’s sometimes hard to deal with Verdona when it comes to earth related parts of Thea’s life.)

Frank Tennyson- (Grandfather/Thea likes to tease her grandfather playfully very often, but she is still pretty respectful towards him, as he’s helped out her parents often when she was growing up. He’s also been known to get her thoughtful gifts to her to cheer her up, knowing the kind of things she likes.)

Natalie Tennyson- (Grandmother/Natalie’s personality was something Thea could actually appreciate here and there, as Natalie had ways of keeping Thea in line before doing something dumb while growing up, and helped the girl listen to her parents when she would fuss here and there. The two like to discuss things about Thea’s future, as Natalie is great at organizing and has good suggestions for universities in Thea’s future.)

Ken Tennyson- (Uncle/Thea loves her uncle, as his kind and understanding way of life has always helped her when she’s going through something. And, much like Julie, sometimes it’s just nice to have a down to earth member of the family.)

Jade Levin- (Grandmother/Ever since her son gave her a grandchild, Jade has loved and adored Thea since. She often helped Kevin and Gwen whenever Thea’s Osmosian powers sparked up, giving them tips that she learnt from when raising Kevin. And since Thea acts a lot like her father, Jade knows how to talk to her, and what things she likes and dislikes.)

Harvey Hackett - (Step-Grandfather/Despite Kevin’s unsure views of Harvey, he has allowed the man to be in Thea’s life, and the two do get along. Harvey was a little nervous at first, due to his past with Kevin, but he tries his best to support Thea, not wanting to make the same mistakes he made with Kevin, and this has built some kind of bridge between him and his stepson in important moments.)

Friends:

Feike - (Friend/Crush?/Due to Feike’s background, him and Jay often visit him when needing information in the criminal world, though her relationship with him is far more complicated than that. At first, he very much flirted with her pretty often, giving his player lifestyle, and she mostly just ignored it, used to those comments by now. But things slowly began to change after they developed more of a friendship over time, and they got to know each other better, especially after she decided to go on one date with him. She found that he’s a lot more caring than he lets on, and despite his criminal background, he has morals and lines he won’t cross. This has led to her having some kind of crush and romantic side relationship with him, which she never thought would happen due to the fact she said she’s never date a street boy...but he does treat her far better than any other guy she’s met and dated. But the two struggle with their feelings due to Thea’s personal issues, and Feike fearing he’ll have nothing if he leaves his criminal life behind for her.)

Malax - (Friend/Her and Malax have a very bro-like relationship, often teasing and chatting about their hobbies with one another, getting along fairly well. Malax is also one of the few that can hold Thea back when she’s angry or frustrated, and gives her a needed slap of reality when no one else can.)

Rook Rilla - (Friend/The two get along fairly well, though Rilla’s blunt and dry way of speaking has annoyed Thea from time to time, but she often gets away with that as Thea can appreciate it at times, and knows Rilla means well. That being said, Thea will always tease her when seeing Rilla daydreaming over someone.)

Etherea’Liss - (Friend/Thea was quite hesitant with Etherea at first, as her and Jay had an experience with Zs’Skayr a while ago before meeting her. But she came to feel sorry for Etherea and her situation, and admires her desire to make her people proud, and to show the outside world that her kind are not bad. There is a bit of a struggle between the two, due to Etherea’s shy personality not mixing well with Thea’s out there wording, but sometimes Thea can give her that needed push to try something.)

Azmuth - (Family Friend/She finds Azmuth to be pretty grumpy and doesn’t get him very often, but the two like to have intelligent conversations, and he has praised her on her academic work, even giving her a few pointers here and there.)

Neutrals:

Vanessa Morningstar - (Rival/ It’s a bittersweet thing with these two ladies. To outsiders, their relationships doesn’t make too much sense, as people can’t understand why they’re rivals, and why they often pick on each other. It’s never clear who started it, but whenever they’re in the same room you can feel tension. Vanessa often picks at Thea’s temper and impulsive nature, knowing Thea is running from her problems, while Thea picks at Vanessa’s pride, thinking Vanessa acts too stuck up and knows she’s covering up something. It doesn’t help when Vanessa and Jay start catching interest in each other, at first Vanessa doing so just to tease Thea, but now feeling something for Jay. Thea’s afraid Vanessa will break his heart and hurt him, or that she’ll have to deal with Vanessa for the rest of her life if they get properly serious. But she knows Vanessa makes Jay happy...and a part of her just doesn’t know how to handle her baby cousin growing up. And in many ways, perhaps she gets aggressive with Vanessa, because she’s one of the few people to have the guts to point out the flaws Thea is running from.)

Enemies:

Medusa - (Enemy/Thea hates this woman, mostly because of how she reflects Thea in many ways. Medusa took special interest with Thea when noting how similar they were, the girl reminding her of her past self. Because of this, Medusa has this idea that Thea should become like her, to push down people to never feel weak again, perhaps because of her subconscious hatred for who she used to be. Typically Thea ignores what most villains say about her, but Medusa has a way to get at her fears and emotions, and that’s hard for to handle.)

Eldrigma - (Enemy/Thea didn’t like Eldrigma right off the bat, and thought he was just some new villain lucantic with a dumb plan to take over the galaxy or whatever. But after hearing thoughts from others, and certain signs popping up, she’s starting to understand that there is something more to this man’s story that they don’t know. That doesn’t mean she’ll pity him, and will do whatever it takes to stop him from hurting others.)

Vesper - (Enemy/Thea has a very odd view of Vesper. On the one hand, that chick is terrifying and her need to drain mana from living things freaks Thea out, also being an Anodite full of mana that Vesper has threatened to drain from her. But on the other hand, Thea does feel upset for her, and how Vesper was casted out by the Anodites for being sick and broken. A part of Thea wants to help, but the other half was to keep her distance.)

Professor Alate - (Enemy/Hates the dude and thinks he’s plain creepy, there’s no secret there. It doesn’t help that he targets Jay so often, and has made it clear what he wants to do with the boy if he ever catches him. Alate is just someone who can easily creep her out and ruffle her emotions, but she just can’t do the same with him. He always has a counter and comeback for her, and she really doesn’t know how to handle him. But that doesn’t stop her from trying to keep him away from her friends and Jay.)

Vilgax - (Enemy/Due to hearing many stories about him, Thea was a little intimidated by the guy when he returned from the dead, working with Alate. But when it became clear Vilgax was struggling with how much time has past, and his worth in the eyes of today, Thea likes to crack jokes about him and will fight him. That doesn’t mean it's easy to tussle with the dude, but compared to Alate, she would prefer to fight Vilgax any day of the week.)

Sciros - (Enemy/The moment Thea saw Sciros, and how he interacted with Feike, she knew she didn’t like him. He creeps her out, and she knows there’s some kind of dangerous dynamic between him and Feike, where the man has a grip on him. And while she has tried to talk to Feike about it, he’s made it clear it’s not her place to discuss such matters with him, so for now she tries her best to be there for Feike. But that doesn’t mean Thea won’t give the man glares whenever she sees him around.)

Representing Song: Miracle - The Score

Skills: Spell Casting. Mana Manipulation. Hand-To-Hand Combat. Anodite Form. Energy/Power/Matter Absorption. Supernatural Strength/Stamina/Endurance. Mechanic/Technician. Tactician. Levitation. Mind/Mental-Powers. Mathematical.

Weakness/Flaws/Fears: Automatonophobia (Fear of ventriloquist dummies, animatronics, wax statues, essentially anything which falsely represents a being). She hates the idea of losing her sight, hearing and touch. Subconscious Athazagoraphobia (Fear of forgetting and fear of being forgotten. She’s not good with the idea of being useless and left behind, which ties into her overprotective and slight clingy nature, but right now she doesn’t realise this). Slight Philophobia (Fear of falling in love or not being able to maintain a relationship. Despite going on plenty of dates, they often go wrong and she has had her heart broken many times). Her impulsive and blunt moments can get her into trouble, often getting into arguments and fights that she doesn’t back down from. She sometimes struggles to control her temper and outbursts, and has said things that hurt people she cares about, often regretting what she said very quickly. Her overprotective nature can be a bit much at times, especially with someone like Jay, as she has subconscious fears that he’ll be hurt without her protection, and there’s even a subconscious desire to be wanted and needed through this. She’s not good at taking blame, and has a habit of pointing fingers.  

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