#BUT GENUINELY I WANTED TO HANDLE IT MYSELF BUT NOOO I HAD TO MAKE SURE IT WASNT MY DAD. WHICH THEN OFC. GETS MY DAD INVOLVED

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Accidentally just snitched on my sister cos i wanted to be able to lay down in my own fucking bedroom without my headache getting Worse instead of better

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I was so determined to hate chapter six as a diehard Hercules fan, because just from the first part, I thought they weren't doing the movie "justice" (whatever that means).

But I finally finished all of it, and oh MY GOD, I think it might just be my favorite chapter in the whole damn game.

My biggest complaint is that I wish there was more Shroud brothers content in it? I swear, I felt like I didn't know what was happening with them, like, 70% of the time.

When Idia goes down to Ortho in the beginning in his Chariot, I genuinely had no idea what he was planning and was completely thrown for a loop when he's suddenly on Ortho's side and behaving as the "big baddie." And then he overblots? What brought upon that? Was it because he spent too long down in Tartarus with the Phantoms and blot? But then isn't his curse supposed to burn blot? And are members of the Shroud family the only one who have the ability to run Styx because of their curse? Is that why Idia is fated to this future and this future alone?

I tried to read through the story twice to be sure but remained just....very confused!

(Sorry if you've already answered this before; I've been stalwartly avoiding any chapter six content until I read it myself!)

Nooo, not walking into something wanting to hate it… 😭 Personally, I try to give media the benefit of the doubt until I can experience it for myself and then make a sound judgement 💦 I don’t think any good comes from jumping the gun on content I have yet to see. A lot of stuff can be taken out of context in a bad way if you don’t know the full picture, and expecting the worst can set up the content to fail (confirmation bias, oof). I’m glad that you ended up liking episode 6 though, it’s definitely my favorite of the main story as well.

I think TWST is a lot stronger when it tries to do its own thing or it gets creative with its interpretations of Disney rather than loyally following the original’s ideas. (Episode 2 is a prominent example of how strongly adhering to the Disney inspiration can harm the narrative and weaken its characters 😔) TWST is meant to be a reinterpretation of classic Disney villains, so I like it when we can see just how far they can push the envelope and make a name for itself unrelated to what came before it.

I don’t think it can be helped that episode 6 didn’t seem to show much of Idia and Ortho; it had to balance a LOT of other characters, their development, and new lore in addition to the Shroud brothers and it was handled surprisingly well despite that bulk. I also feel like we spend a lot of time without Idia and/or Ortho due to… well, having to tiptoe around certain dark and sensitive subject matters?? Even in JP, some things had to be implied instead of explicitly stated. That requires reading between some of the lines or putting together vague events or lines of dialogue spoken from different parts of the episode.

When Idia flies down into Tartarus, he was just going to check on Ortho because he had a weird hunch once the holo-Ortho called him by his childhood nickname (Idy in EN, “nii-chan” in JP, whereas robo!Ortho usually called him Idia in EN and “nii-san” in JP). Idia was NOT going there expecting to OB, he was just convinced to give in to the temptation offered to him by the thought of reuniting with his dead brother. It’s not outright stayed, but you have to infer that Idia has been quietly suffering based on his gloomy attitude and self-deprecating, “woe is me” lines; him OBing is just a culmination of those frustrations and guilt surrounding Ortho. I believe the implication is that Idia OB’d quickly because Tartarus is teeming with Phantoms. The high amount of blot present overpowered the speed of his natural abilities to burn blot. Think of it like metabolism; Idia’s body could not burn the blot as fast as the blot was accumulating, and as a result, he was overwhelmed.

It was definitely stated in episode 6 (by Idia, then again in his post-OB flashback) that the Shrouds are ideal candidates for operating Styx due to the organization’s focus on blot research. Most of the other employees are humans with low magical reserves to minimize their changes of OBing, whereas the Shroud family direct the facilities, as their bodies are able to rapidly dispose of any blot they accumulate or come near. (However, as Idia alludes to, the Shrouds MUST be near blot to burn and/or generate blot themselves by using magic consistently, otherwise the curse will turn inward and start eating away at the cursed individual.)

It is also said that the Shrouds (a branch family) were a part of a rebellion against the main family (Jupiter), so they were punished by being forced into this particular line of work. Idia is essentially paying for the sins committed by his ancestors. Gate to the Underworld is also a hereditary UM which is unique to the Shrouds; only they are capable of managing the secure door that separates strong, ancient Phantoms from creeping into the real world and destroying it. Idia is, therefore, obligated to carry on the Shroud family legacy for the sake of the world.

Again, episode 6 throws a LOT at you so it may take some rereads and some thinking to put everything together. I still forget things or confuse the details, so I find myself constantly double-checking episode 6 if I'm referencing info from it.

[mageofseven]

Part two of this Anon's ask! Part one with the Brothers can be found here.

Diavolo:

The prince was trying to balance the pen on top of his nose. He had been in his office for hours as he went through paperwork and the man was losing his focus.

Beep.

Yes! A distraction! The demon let his pen fall to the desk as he picked up his phone.

'Ddddd I love you 🥰'

The prince grinned.

'I love you too, my Queen! 😘' He texted back then added. 'What are you up to?'

'Wiiinne.'

Ah so that explains it. They're drinking the wine he got them for their birthday.

'Aw. You opened it without me. Aren't you naughty?'

'😔'

'What's that face for, my dear?'

'Youre t9o busyy to spend tim e wth me 😢'

The prince frowned and rose from his desk.

'Where are you? I'm coming now.'

'Ou r room.'

The prince left the room and headed down the hall to his bedroom. He stepped inside and saw his Queen sitting on the couch by the fire place, wine glass and bottle on the low table in front of them. They were sitting with their knees to their chest and staring into the fire.

Diavolo approached the couch and sat next to them.

"I'm sorry, my dear." He said softly, pulling them into his embrace. "I know I've been working a lot lately."

"It's fine..." They mumbled.

"My Queen, you're not being honest with me." He told them, pushing some hair out of their eyes and behind their ear.

"It's just...lonely." They admitted softly. "I know I have my friends to spend time with, but it's not the same. I miss you."

The prince leaned in and kissed their forehead.

"I'm truly sorry, MC." The demon apologized. "I've been putting some extra work on my plate so Lucifer will allow himself more sleep. I know it must have been a hard couple weeks for you though."

The man did this occasionally. He knew how his friend was and knew that simply asking him to sleep more wasn't enough. Even if it was extra stressful for the prince, he wanted to do what he could for his friend so he didn't have to always worry for Lucifer's health.

"No... no, I know it's harder for you; you're the one doing the work." The human laid their head on their boyfriend's chest and closed their eyes.

"I'll be fine so no worrying about me." He kissed them on the top of their head. "How about we go out to eat Friday night? I should have my work done by then."

"Okay." The human yawned.

Diavolo smiled at them.

"Okay, time to sleep. Up you go." The man stood up and carried them towards the bed, covering them up, and giving them one last kiss on the head. "Good night, my Queen."

The demon listened as his love's breath slowed as they fell asleep before he turned and left the room. As much as he wanted to lay with his human and hold them close, he now had a new purpose to his work. After all, now he had to make sure the majority of his work was done before Friday. For his Queen's sake.

Barbatos:

Barbatos was in the kitchen, making a snack for his lord and his sweet human. Lord Diavolo had invited them over for a drink so the two had been sitting outside in the garden, watching the sunset while they had some wine. The butler had no qualms with this; he knew that both his love and his master were trustworthy. That and it was part of his job to come and go so he could spend time with them as well, even if he himself was not joining in on the drinking.

The butler took the finished dish back to the garden, only to discover the table to be vacant now. Raising an eyebrow, the man sat the dish on the table.

"Perfect timing!" The prince was suddenly behind him. "Barbatos, help me find MC!"

The smaller demon raised an eyebrow.

"Is my dear alright, milord?"

"Oh yes." Diavolo grinned. "We are simply playing a human game. Hide and Seek, as they call it."

A children's game? The butler remembered his human telling him about different activities they did as a child and that was one of them.

"I see." Barbatos nodded. "I shall help you then."

He and his master split up, searching the different rooms in the castle. The demon was suddenly concerned for MC; there were a lot of rooms in this castle that are dangerous for the average demon to enter and far more than deadly for a human like them.

He started checking the rooms he most dearly wished that his love would steer clear of.

Ding.

The butler pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. It was them.

'Barbie cmoe hide wtih me~'

Ah. Perfect timing.

'As you wish, my dear. Where are you?'

'Nnnope. You gtta say you lvoe me fust.'

The demon cracked a smile, a genuine one. Oh that human. I suppose the alcohol is making them a bit bold.

'I love you, my dear. Now tell me where I can find you?'

'Awwwwaww. I love yu t9o 😘'

His smile grew a bit more.

'This is awfully cute, my dear, but I still need to know your whereabouts.'

'The balroon~'

The ballroom? What an odd choice.

'I'm on my way, dear.'

The butler made his way to the ballroom and found his love laying on the floor in the center of the room.

"Do you require any help getting up?" He asked the human, who giggled in response.

"Nooo. Just lay down with me."

"I'm afraid I cannot--"

The human sat up and started tugging on his hand. They were really cute in this state.

"As you wish, my love." And so he laid on the floor next to them. "Now, may I ask why you chose this room to hide from my lord? There's nowhere to conceal yourself here."

MC grinned.

"That's point. He wouldn't think to look for me here."

"Ah, I see." The butler nodded. "You did well, my dear."

They giggled and snuggled up to his chest.

The two laid like that there for a while, enjoying the closeness. Eventually, the echo of the doors opening made it to their ears and they looked over to find Diavolo entering the ballroom.

"My, you two look like you are enjoying yourselves." He grinned.

"My lord--" He went to get up, but was halted by Diavolo's lifted hand.

"No, relax. Please enjoy the rest of the evening however you wish."

Barbatos let his master's words hang in the air for a moment before responding.

"Alright. Thank you, milord."

Solomon:

Asmodeus invited the sorcerer over for some drinks. In all honesty, he had planned on declining since he was close to a break through in his current magical project and didn't want to break away from it. However, the demon had let him know that MC agreed to join him and Solomon had to admit, he was curious about how that would work out. He had never actually seen his little Minx drink before.

This should be interesting, he thought to himself before telling Asmo that he'd be there later that night. When the time came, the three of them were sitting in Asmo's room, drinking and chatting together. The three laid together in a comfy pile on the bed. The sorcerer had to admit, it was a fun night. Asmo got a little handsy, but nothing that the couple wasn't comfortable with; the Avatar of Lust knew their boundaries after all.

At one point, MC had left to go grab something from their room. Fifteen minutes had gone by however and they still hadn't returned. Excusing himself from Asmo, the man went to MC's room to look for them, but it was empty. Strange. He took out his phone.

'MC, where have you gone to?'

A couple moments later, he got a reply.

'Seccret'

'Ah so you're hiding then.' He texted back, smiling. 'I see you're feeling playful.'

The man started searching the house, even knocking on Leviathan's door to ask if he's seen you. When he came up empty handed, the human man could only frown.

He took out his phone again.

'Little Minx, please tell me where you're hiding.'

'Nno'

He pursed his lips as he read that.

'Is something wrong?'

He didn't get a reply for a few minutes. When it did come, the man froze at the words.

'Soli, do yuo love mme?'

The man took a minute to respond.

'What brought this on?'

Nothing. He texted them again.

'MC, please talk to me.'

'I lvoe you, btu yuo makke me sadd 😔'

Something in the sorcerer deflated when he read those words. It took him a while to move past them, but when he did, he was ready to take action.

'Let's talk about this face to face. Where are you?'

'My romm'

Their room? Did they sneak back in there while he was preoccupied? Regardless, he headed back in the direction of MC's room and peeked back inside. This time, he saw light shining through their closet door. Solomon raised an eyebrow at this, but approached the closet.

"MC, will you please leave the closet?" He asked, but recieved no reply, causing him to sigh and quietly open the door.

He found them sitting on the floor, phone in hand, but face hidden in their arms. Solomon paused, not sure about the best course of action here. He eventually kneeled down in front of them and started stroking their hair.

"MC, talk to me." He said softly.

The other human sniffled.

"I was having fun." They told him. "I was having fun with you guys and enjoying myself, but then suddenly I wasn't and bad thoughts rushed in and I couldn't handle it."

"You should of told me earlier." Solomon scooted closer to them and pulled them in for a hug. "I'm right here for you. There's no need to hide away in a dark closet."

"But... I don't wanna be a burden to you." They lifted their head to look up at their boyfriend.

"Relying on me doesn't make you a burden; it shows that I am doing my job right as a boyfriend." He looked into the distance. "Though I suppose if you think such things than I haven't been doing my job properly."

"No! I didn't mean--"

The sorcerer brought his lips to hers, silencing their protests. When they broke away, he looked down into their eyes.

"You asked me earlier if I loved you... the truth is, I am not a man who finds honesty to be an easy thing, especially when it comes to my feelings. However... I cannot deny how much I care for you. I may not say it enough during our time together, but just know that I truly love and cherish you, even in moments when it seems like all I want is to get a rise out of you. Please know this."

MC started wiping their eyes.

"Do... do you mean that?"

"Yes, little Minx." He smiled down at them. "Now please try to remember this for tomorrow. It was difficult for me to admit this one time; I'd rather not have to repeat myself."

The two sat in the closet for a little longer, the boyfriend's embrace slowly wearing away at all of MC's insecurities.

Simeon:

It was at Mammon's birthday party. The brothers had really gone all out for the second brother and though some people were surprised at this, the angel was not. As complicated as the brothers and their relationships to one another are, he knew that they each cared deeply about the others, with Mammon included, of course.

The party was still at House of Lamentation, but they provided so many food and drink options and invited many people; himself and his fellow Purgatory residents (though he made Luke go home after a while when some of the guests were being...a bit much), some work friends of Mammon's from his modeling agency, and some other demons from RAD that the angel vaguely knew.

At first, Simeon hadn't planned on staying long, but Solomon insisted that he should use this as an opportunity to have fun then whispered that the angel just might get some secret alone time with his little Lamb if he were to wait till others had drank enough to forget their absence. Solomon was the only one who knew about him and MC's relationship.

Angel and human relationships are seen as taboo in the Celestial realm. It always has been, but his Father has been a lot stricter with the Rule since the incident with Lilith. This is why he tried so desperately to keep the human at arms length.... it was all in vain though. He loved MC dearly and his little Lamb loved him back. He felt like there was no going back once he knew this. Still, they had to be careful, had to keep it all a secret from others. The two never meant for Solomon to find out, but the angel had to admit, it was almost inevitable. His human friend was commonly with him and he was a very observant man. Simeon wasn't fully sure if he was trustworthy or not, but he gave the man credit for keeping the secret this long.

So there the angel was, standing on the side lines of the the Avatar of Greed's birthday party, only occasionally chatting with others who came up to him, and watched those around them drink into oblivion.

Bing.

The man pulled his phone out of his pocket.

'I LVOE you swet angellly mn 🥰'

Simeon raised his eyebrows. It seems that his Feather has been drinking with the others. Simeon himself was not a drinker. It's not a Celestial rule for angels or anything; he just simply is not a fan of alcohol and rarely partakes in it. Because of this, the angel never stopped to think whether it was the same for MC or not.

'I love you too, my little Lamb. Where are you right now?'

'T he roff.'

His eyes widened.

'The roof, my Feather?'

'Yeess'

The angel quickly (but as inconspicuously as he could) headed towards the front door. Once he was outside, he transformed and flew above House of Lamentation, scanning its roof. He found his human laying on the segment of roof above their room.

He flew down next to them.

"My Lamb, I don't believe this is a safe place for you, especially if you've been drinking."

"I'm fine..." MC merely shook their headed. "I do this all the time."

The angel pursed his lips, but didn't say anything as they patted the space next to them. Getting the hint, he sat down next to them and stretched a wing out to cover them and hopefully shield them from the wind a bit.

"The stars look really pretty in the Devildom, don't they?" The human said softly, staring up at the night sky. "The stars are so much more colorful here than in the Human realm."

The angel followed their gaze and nodded.

"Yes, it's a beautiful sight." He agreed, staring up at the deep specs of color.

Strangely enough, each star was a dark shade of the colors associated with the Brothers. Or maybe it wasn't so strange? The Devildom has always had Avatars of the Seven Great Sins, long before the seven brothers were even born. He remembered learning that in his Devildom History class during his first year at RAD though they never mentioned anything about them having connections to the stars.

"Though... I wish I could show you the night sky of the Celestial realm some day." He added.

"I mean... can you?" They asked, not breaking their line of sight from the sky.

Simeon frowned.

"No... I don't think it'd be worth the risk." The angel answered reluctantly. "I'd rather you not be any near the Celestial realm ever again."

Before the two were dating, MC and Solomon once visited himself and Luke up in the Celestial realm and had a meal. His Lamb had only gotten to see a small glimpse of the beauty that is his home. There's so much more that he wished to show them however and now... he likely never will. He feared the gaze of Michael falling upon them, of the older angel seeing them and figuring out their relationship. Michael cared about him, but just like he supported the death of Lilith for her human endeavors, surely he would also support whatever punishment their Father would choose for him and maybe MC?

"Oh..." MC lowered their head. "Well, what's it like then? The Celestial night sky?"

Simeon paused a minute, letting himself collect his words.

"It's... here in the Devildom, the days give just enough light to navigate the world, but the night is as dark as the void." He began. "In the Celestial realm, everything is bright and uplifting during the day and the nights don't so much get dark, but rather, the light gets dimmer, more gentle, and the pastel stars are seen through the clouds above."

"You get to live in a world like that?" They turned their head to meet his eyes. "It sounds so beautiful. We have nothing like that in the human world. Do you have any moons though?"

"No, just the stars and the sun our Father made for us." He answered. "The Devildom moons seem so big and foreboding to me however. I don't know if we are missing out much in that regard."

"The moon in my realm isn't like these three though." His Feather gestured to the orbs in the sky. "Ours is not as big and... I guess you could say it provides a gentle light for night time. I think it's because it reflects some of our sun's rays, but I can't remember for sure."

"It must be quite the sight, my Lamb." The angel gave them a soft smile.

"Could... could you come see it with me?"

His smile fell.

"I'm... I'm not sure." He admitted. "I don't think I could come up a secure enough excuse to ask for such clearance."

The human didn't say a thing, just pushed their knees up to their chest. Simeon used his wing to push them close to him and brought his hand to their chin. He had them face him before leaning in and giving them a gentle kiss.

"I love you... but this is all we'll ever get, isn't it?" They asked softly.

Simeon rested his chin on top of their head and stroked their hair.

"I love you too, my little Lamb." He told them. "And I... I do not what the future holds for us, but I will give my all to make it a happy one."

~

Masterlist

[hajimewhore]

Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 2.1k words    ➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness, mild miild nsfw but not explicit, I will say I can only assume this kinda thing happens when you swap bodies lol    ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, ✈Part 3, Part 4

You initially dreaded the conversation with Hajime’s parents, wincing on the way through the door with a slight panic washing over you. But after a short and pleasant talk with them, you came to find the conversation flowed more naturally than you’d anticipated.

They’re not as doting to Hajime as they are to you, you note, but they’re friendly and pleasant and you feel as if you’re talking to your own family. Much like your own parents wanted a son, Hajime’s always wanted a daughter, so they often acted as your second set of parents. You feel a bit silly in retrospect, they’re as charming as ever with Hajime as they are with you.

They mostly inquire about Hajime’s day, and after a bit you excuse yourself to ‘study’, escaping to Hajime’s room. You’re beginning to feel positive about the next school day after the interaction, confidence boosted.

Who knew you would turn out to be such a good actress, better than you thought! Award winning, honestly. This whole body swap will be a cake walk. You can totally pull off being Hajime!

It seems you can definitely pull off the acting portion, but the sweat sticking to your clothes from your exhausting (emotionally and physically) practice is starting to make you consider the hygiene aspect of the swap. Which, has you feeling wildly uncomfortable.

This cosmic joke, shitty trope of a situation has you experiencing humiliation and embarrassment at levels you didn’t even realize were possible to achieve.

Normally after a grueling practice, you wouldn’t hesitate to hop straight into the shower and blast the hot water over your skin, feeling your muscles and aches soothed. But this isn’t your skin, or your muscles. You’re consistently reminded every hour, minute, and second, that it’s all Hajime. You should feel comforted that he’s definitely experiencing the same emotional crisis as you, but it only serves to heighten your distress.

Cheeks immediately heating at that, you recall the conversation with Hajime from earlier at the park.

“Just... let’s not think about it. And let’s definitely not talk about it. It’s a natural part of life.”

You know full well of the agreement you came to with red stained cheeks, but is there any way you could go without it? And drench yourself with Axe body spray? Or whatever it is guys like to use. You bet it would make a good repellent, no one would want to talk to you if you smelled like that.

You scrunch your nose, dashing the thought immediately, definitely not. Not only would it make you feel gross, Hajime would whack you first thing in the morning, and probably shove you in the shower himself.

‘No big deal, no big deal, it’s no big deal, you can do this!’

You find yourself chanting silent encouragements as you peel your shirt off, pitching it into a laundry basket. When you catch your reflection, a dark pink creeps across your features.

Yep, that’s still Hajime’s face, 

‘Gaaah, don’t look at me like that!’

You press your hands to your face, but you end up peaking through your fingers anyways. The low sweats definitely don’t help, and neither do Hajime’s well defined abs.

You’d been true to your word when you told Hajime you hadn’t seen anything, but now you’re a little desperate to know what the deal is downstairs.

You won’t look. You shouldn’t.  You don’t look. You definitely do not look.

You look,

pulling the sweats down, and shoving the briefs just past your thighs, you bite your lip at the revelation.

Okay.

Alright.

This is fine.

This is totally fine.

Hajime is just secretly packing.

WHAT THE FUCK?

You suppose it wasn’t necessarily a secret, it was always assumed of Hajime. You’ve also been privy to the third years’ cock talk at lunch, and he always did exude big dick energy, but damn Hajime.

Wait. Are you—

NOPE.

NOPE NOPE NOPE YOU ARE NOT DEALING WITH THIS RIGHT NOW.

You cover your face again, a recurring action today it seems, cheeks burning rampant and hotter than ever before. You feel a prickly hot and itchy feeling light a fire up your back to your neck, the heat of pure, unbridled, embarrassment coursing every vein.

Were you... getting a boner?

NOOOOOOO.

From being turned on by Hajime? While you are Hajime?

This is some paradoxical bullshit you are simply not having right now, not tonight, not tomorrow, and hopefully never again.

Despite the shame and humiliation beating down on your psyche, you risk a glance to see how much bigger he looks than before.

“Cold shower, yep. Cold shower helps, right?”

You immediately shove the briefs the rest of the way down, before hopping in the shower, starting it up at the coldest setting. Hopefully the freezing water will wash away not only your transgressions but also your mortification.

You squeak at the cold, bite your lip and shiver, tough it out, and will away the uncomfortable situation.

You sigh, hoping the morning will go smoother than the swell night you had, hopping down the steps of Hajime’s house.

You cross the street to meet up with him and Tooru, already seeing their figures across the road.

“Ha-Hey.”

You almost slip up with his name, but you make a clean save. Mentally patting yourself on the back, you glance to see Hajime’s bitter expression and—

Your jaw drops when you catch sight of... yourself. Your silent wish for a trouble-free morning is cast aside as you examine his appearance.

Hair unkempt, face completely bare, not even moisturizer or at least sunscreen to be seen, did he even try?

“Ha hey to you too, Iwa-chan.”

Tooru raises a brow at the odd introduction, clearly noting the slip up (and also the fact that Hajime usually settles for a short grunt and never a ‘Ha-hey’), but you can’t be bothered to entertain him right now with the current Hajime dilemma.

“Right, whatever,” you direct your attention to Hajime, “can I grab that thing I lent you yesterday?”

“What are you talking about? You’re being weird, Hajime.”

He warns you with a stern look, but you aren’t having it,

“I’m not, I know you have it, we can grab it right now. Tooru, you go ahead. I’ll see you later.”

You push Hajime back in the direction of your house, and Tooru frowns at his abrupt seclusion with zero explanation.

“Are you guys seriously ditching me?”

Tooru raises a brow, arms akimbo with a disgraced look.

“Yeah, we are, Shittykawa. Let’s go.”

You hate to diss Tooru without a solid reason, but it’s pretty on brand for Hajime, so you bite out the nickname with minor discomfort on your lips. You impatiently grab Hajime, before pulling him towards the steps of your house, Tooru’s complaints going unheard behind you.

“Hajime! You’re not wearing any make up! And my hair is a mess!”

You whine out, sitting him down at your vanity.

Hajime merely scowls,

“Seriously? That’s what this is about? Don’t scare me like that, I thought there was something wrong.”

He moves to stand, but you shove him back into the seat with a little more aggression than intended, you lowkey forgot how strong Hajime was.

And Hajime looks up at you with a incredulous expression, feeling a little scandalized, as a woman, that you would handle him like that.

“There IS something wrong though. I look awful! At least wear some foundation and mascara, that stuff is easy to apply!”

You pull out your make up box, flicking on the mirror light.

“I think you look fine this way,” he huffs, “you don’t need all that shit.”

A frown tugs at his lips, and you feel your heartbeat quicken at his earnest display. You bite back a wistful sigh, this is exactly the reason you’ve always been so drawn to Hajime. Rough around the edges, but there there’s no bullshit when it comes to him. He doesn’t disguise his intentions, doesn’t waste time saving face. He’s just genuine, unadulterated, Iwaizumi Hajime, what you see is exactly what you get, and you honestly wouldn’t have him any other way.

Setting aside your thoughts for another time to privately dwell on, you ignore the feeling. 

“Really? That’s nice of you to say. Keep going.”

You smile, pink dusting your cheeks. You hope your expression doesn’t look too soft as you continue to apply the makeup to his face.

“Fishing for compliments now? No way, Shitty-L/N.”

“Nooo! Don’t call me that!”

You pause mid powder to cry out in your indignation, to which he masterfully ignores fixating his gaze on something more interesting than your whining, like the window sill.

After a bit of complaining, back and forth bickering about how uncomfortable the make up feels, you continue with a light highlight and mascara. You stop once you’re satisfied with your work, not bothering to deal with any extras like eyeliner or eyeshadow.

“All this for what? It tickles, and you can’t even touch it.”

Hajime’s hand hovers over his cheek, careful not to smudge anything. You must’ve smacked his hand away too many times, it seems.

“You get used to it. Plus it can be fun to try different brands and colors, and the little confidence boost isn’t bad.”

“Not that you need it.”

Hajime sighs out, standing from the seat to stretch. You’re sure it’s meant to be an insult to the crude ego you (and Tooru) tend to display, but you sense an underlying meaning that winds up boosting your ego even more.

“Anyways, we’re all done! And with time to spare.”

You chrip, gleaming with pride at your work. Add that too the list of things you should be, actress, and make up artist (next to pro volleyball player of course).

Hajime glances to the mirror, “’looks nice, I guess,” he hums in very faint approval.

That’s as good as a compliment to you, so you’ll take it!

He shifts to make way for the door, hooking his school bag over his shoulder.

“And it was definitely easier to do it on you than myself. Hey, maybe when you learn how to put it on yourself, you can do it for me when we switch back?”

You hover around him eagerly, and he rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to not smack his own body.

“No way in hell. The most I’ll do while we’re switched is that eyelash shit and the foundation or whatever,” he pauses, averting his eyes, “and only because it makes you so happy for some damn reason.”

You grin, ecstatic with his unexpected compliance, pulling him into a hug,

“And that’s perfect, eyelash shit and foundation or whatever is good enough for me!”

“H-Hey! Knock it off!”

It feels weird, being so much taller and hugging your body, but it still feels right considering it’s Hajime despite it all.

He tentatively returns the embrace, albeit awkwardly with one arm.

“We’re gonna be late if we keep bullshitting. Let’s go!”

He gently pushes you off and hightails it out of your room, and you laugh trailing after his awkward stomps.

 “Also, wear your skirt higher!”

You call out behind him.

“What? No way in hell! This is the school standard, you always wear it too high!”

He spins around, uncomfortably smoothing out the skirt pleats as if the action could make it lengthier.

“I have nice legs, and I want to show it off!”

You growl, chasing Hajime down the stairs, grabbing onto the waistline of the skirt.

“That’s stupid and you know it. Just who are you trying to impress?! They shouldn’t like you for your legs!”

He holds a tight grip on the skirt and you scowl, prying Hajime’s hands away to yank up the garment.

“No one, it’s called fashion!”

You successfully tug the skirt higher, but a bit too much considering your panties are on full display.

You snort at the sight, “Hajime, you dog, are you wearing my strawberry panties?”

Hajime feels a sense of shame at the sudden breeze, mockery, and unfathomable humiliation.

“Knock it off, it’s just a school uniform idiot! And what the fuck else was I supposed to wear?!”

He tugs the skirt back down and you click your tongue, grabbing a fist full of the fabric to hike it back up. 

“What are you two doing, we’re gonna be late!”

Tooru swings the front door open with a huff, eyes locking onto the both of you. You freeze position, instantly dreading the conversation that’s sure to take place shortly, whereas the tall setter halts at the display before him.

His precious, dear, sweet, childhood best friend’s hands are grasping at his brutish, caveman, heathen of a best friend’s biceps.

Said precious bestie’s hands are trying to shove aforementioned despicable heathen’s grip from her skirt, cheeks bright red

“Uh, this... isn’t what it looks like?”

A/N: I had extra extra fun with this part hahahaa,, sorry for the cliffhanger but I had to do it to ya, next part soon!

taglist: @cybergovl​

Masterlist, Part 4

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Okay, so shy!anon here. I was going to respectfully request some Yiga Husbands kink, but after reading the last one, I AM OBSESSED WITH HURT DRAMA QUEEN KOHGA?? Oh my lord, and Sooga blaming HIMSELF for Kohga slipping on a freakin' banana peel is GOLD. Anyway, if I may humbly request... more of hurt drama queen!Kohga and mother hen!Sooga? Maybe with Sooga bringing him back to the hideout and nursing him back to health, as he promised? <3

Listen, Kohga is actually REALLY good when it comes to handling pain. Yeah he says ‘ow’ or ‘ouchie’ a lot, but you never really see him as anything besides inconvenienced by pain. Having said that, he ADORES being babied something extra by Sooga, so he may be a BIT over exaggerating. Just a bit.

“Is this soft enough for you? Does it feel uncomfortable at all?”

Kohga had hurt his ankle but a few moments ago, and Sooga was already treating it like life or death. Not that he was complaining. Sooga was acting EXTRA attentive, and Kohga was eating that shit up.

“No, that’s fine, thank you. I’m sorry I got myself hurt like that, you looked SO worried…”

He gave that same, sad set of puppy dog eyes, and Sooga just fell for it immediately, fluffing the rest of Kohga’s pillows.

“Master Kohga, it is MY fault, I’m supposed to watch you. Please, do not think you did anything wrong. You just worry about healing. Can I fetch you anything?”

“I don’t wanna be THAT guy...but I’d LOVE some banana ice cream.”

“Of course, Master Kohga. Anything that’ll make you feel better, you name it.”

Kohga cranked the look up an octave, looking as sad as a wounded little kitty cat.

“Can...can you cut the bananas into fun shapes? I always liked it when you did that. If it’s not being too needy.”

Sooga looked like he’d stab anyone who’d even TOUCH him at this point. He nodded furiously, holding Kohga’s face in his hands.

“I will ABSOLUTELY cut them into shapes for you. Will you be alright until I get back?”

“I mean, my ankle AND my heart is gonna hurt, but I’ll survive.”

Oh, that KILLED his poor Sooga, he SWORE he got choked up at that. He nodded quickly, clearing his throat.

“I will be swift, Master Kohga.”

When Kohga was sure he was out of earshot, Kohga laughed. Poor Sooga was genuinely falling for it. Kohga almost felt bad. But then he recalled-Sooga LOVED giving him what he wanted. Kohga reached up to grab one of his dirty magazines, and helped himself to some awful, awful smut. Sooga came back a moment later, but JUST with ice cream, but a nice, warm side of apple pie. Kohga tried not to flip shit at the small spread, especially at the banana shapes. Don’t ask Sooga how he did it, but he got them into such fun shapes. Bokoblins, little swords, and even the shape of his own face. So talented, his Sooga.

“Kohga, does this suffice?”

“You even brought me warm milk! Thank you, Soogy Woogy.”

He made his voice rather pathetic as he accepted his goodies. Dumping the pie into the ice cream, he hummed as he nibbled on the fun banana pieces, thinking he looked REALLY good in this shape. Sooga looked at him, clearly plenty worried still.

“I’m happy I have pleased you. How is your ankle feeling?”

“It’s much better, thanks to you, but I still feel the owies.”

He made quick work of his delicious treat, and as Sooga took his table out of his way, leaving him with his nice, warm glass of milk.

“Do you need me to fetch you any medicine?”

Kohga shook his head, patting the spot next to him.

“Nooo...don’t leave again, please.”

Sooga would fight a damn Lynel if it hurt his feelings, honestly. Sooga nodded, scooting into bed, and letting Kohga nuzzle up to his chest. He kept up the shy, meek act, just because he thought of something hilarious.

“Sooga, is it okay If I take a nap?”

“Of course, Master Kohga. I will gladly watch over you as you recover.”

“Can...can you read me my book for me, then? It’d really really help me.”

“Of course, which-”

Kohga plopped the book in his hands, and snuggled right up against those giant pillow titties. Sooga opened to where the bookmark was, and cleared his throat.

“Let’s see here. ‘I kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a fur tongue-wait what?”

Sooga was so wrapped up in the idea of helping Kohga sleep, he did NOT notice the fact that this was shameless smut. He looked down at Kohga, clearly questioning it, when Kohga went so far as to pout his lips.

“PLEEEASE keep reading? It’s a real romantic story when you get down to it. It involves a SUPER handsome guy, and fish. Two things I associate with my Soogy Woogy.”

If that wasn’t enough to pluck at the heart strings. Sooga sighed, before continuing, and Kohga grinned greedily.

He was ABSOLUTELY going to milk this for all it was worth.

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For the Lukanette lyrical prompt: "And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't/So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road/And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope/It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat", cause Florence is love

Notes: Ummm, so, I love you?! Because Florence really is love and omg this song ♡ Thank you heaps for this prompt, dear!!

Send me lyrics as a prompt for a Lukanette ficlet or a drabble? ♡

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Shake It Out

Rating: Teen+

Word count: 2759 (okay, whoops, this ended up being longer than I planned  ♡)

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About a year and a half has passed since Marinette has received the humbling, but painfully difficult task of being the Guardian of all the Miraculous. It was a role that was exhilarating, beyond exciting, a chance to grow like none other before and it ended up brining far more positive things along than she thought it ever would. However – after a very good start and after almost a year of handling everything somewhat well, Marinette got tired. Stressed. And afraid. And so, this also brought far more negative effects in ways she didn’t really even imagine initially.

Of course, the ever-rising thought of her making a wrong mistake, a bad choice, a slip-up with consequences far too grave and any or all of these resulting in the doom of entire Paris or the fate of the Miraculous, but the consequences she failed to predict were the ones affecting her personal life. Marinette’s life, not that of Ladybug.

 And there were truly moments where the line between the two faded. Where she was suddenly skipping school or being late so much and so often that it reached the level where the principle had to alert her parents and she almost got expelled, all the while being horrified and desperate in finding ways to justify her actions because, of course, she couldn’t say the truth. She could never say the truth about this. Or the time when each new threat arising in the city due to the re-empowered Hawkmoth/Mayura team started suddenly bubbling up so much internal pressure for her that she was forced to find a way to first deal with her own genuine, painful and terrifying panic attacks before she could transform and deal with the actual attack taking place outside.

Or when the more outspoken and brave Ladybug overtook the typical ‘Marinette’ in certain situations of extreme emotional hurt or vulnerability, causing her to distance herself from a few friends of hers due to her growing either too withdrawn from them or, on the other side of this spectrum, to lash out suddenly in select moments of jealousy or even slight anger. Being a Miraculous Guardian at the tender age of now 16 was insanely challenging to say the least and even though this fact only started to truly catch up with her recently, it affected both her and those around her enough to cause an overwhelming amount of worry, anger and frustration from all sides. Except from one person.

And as she paced along the Seine nervously, back and fort, during what was supposed to be a calming walk for her, in her civilian form, this particular calming voice was what snapped her back from her over-thinking mind back to reality.

“Marinette?”

She jumped a bit, even though the voice didn’t really startle or scare her, as much as it simply surprised her.

“Luka? Wh-What are you doing here?”, she wrapped her arms around her, suddenly aware of the slight chill outside, her cardigan far too thin for an early spring evening by the river such as this one.

He smiled a sad, worried smile at this and proceeded to take his jacket off. “My home is right there, remember?”, he teased gently, nodding towards a boat a bit more downstream along the river’s flow as he pulled his jacket around her.

“Oh…!”, Marinette followed the direction with her gaze and her jaw dropped slightly. She didn’t realize she managed to pace back and forth and here and there for so long and so out of focus of reality that she managed to reach all the way to here without even realizing it. “But, n-no, no!”, she attempted to slowly shrug the jacket off, “You’re going to freeze!”, her hands reached to get it off and hand it back to Luka but by placing both of his won hands against her shoulders carefully but firmly with a teasing smile, he made any attempts of detaching said jacket from her body near impossible, to which she even frowned slightly, causing him to instantly chuckle and shake his head.

“I’ll be fine, even without the jacket, I’m wearing a sweater that’s even slightly too warm for my taste, and I’ll honestly feel worse if you freeze when I can do something to help that.”

She exhaled, her expression suddenly that of sorrowful, almost guilty confusion.

“Why are you still putting up with me?”

He simply shrugged, the playful hold on her shoulders easing as he stroke them with his thumbs gently. “Because I care. Because a lot of people care about you and it breaks my heart that you seem to not believe that.”

Her expression now remained the same, as well as the emotions it carried, save for the sad smile that she added to it slowly, her head tilting to the side a bit.

“Except, a) I’ve been horrible to everyone and about pretty much everything lately and b)…”, her gaze flickered to the side a few times, cheekbones reddening in a way that made her grateful for the fact that the streetlight reflecting from the water’s clear surface wasn’t that strong of a light source at all, “… you care about me… differently…”

“You know…”, Luka now returned her sad smile, only it carried a different background entirely, his eyes drifting to the floor while he started to slowly let go of her, “I’m an idiot because I… don’t think I even really asked you if you minded that…” He prepared to step back but, within a second, Marinette’s hands were on his, keeping them in place.

“No, no!”, she was surprised by how quickly and confidently she said that, but a much as it made her face feel like it was completely burning now, she didn’t take it back. “Luka, you… Know I dont.”

And true, he had a reason to believe so. They weren’t in a relationship or anything like that yet, like Kagami and Adrien or Nino and Alya were, not officially, but they were spending majority of their time together, in their civilian forms and, of course, unbeknownst to them, in their Miraculous forms as well. More than that, they grew incredibly close quite fast. To the point that now, almost a year since Marinette made a point to get over Adrien, Adrien was just a friend and an occasional fleeting painful sting at her heart, but the majority of her affection and her emotions were now finally allowed to belong to Luka. To the point that they have already had a couple of brief moments of weakness resulting in a kiss, but nothing more was said or done. And because of the latter fact, because it was nothing more, Luka didn’t dare to be convinced that this was a confirmation of anything or to push or prod, but this time, he felt he needed to push slightly in the opposite direction in order to prevent himself from pushing on in this one.

Still, even after her hands gripped his and she, very determinately, kept him close to her, he didn’t know how to react, instead only staying still for a second, followed up by a barely noticeable quiver of his lower lip as he opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to. She noticed though.

Her broken smile widened slightly. “I’m… being selfish, actually. There’s this… someone, erm…”, she shook her head, trying desperately to remain as vague as possible, “ …something, taking over my life and my composure a lot for awhile now, very incresingly so, and vou’re the only thing keeping me grounded and sane lately and… always have been one of the few people making me feel safe and sure of myself and, at least due to this, I really don’t want to let you go…”

What she said was a partial lie, but for once, he didn’t catch it.

“So it’s…”, he took a breath and nodded firmly, more as a way to keep himself strong than anything else, “… just because of that…” Suddenly he made sure to quickly continue, “And I want you to know it’s perfectly fine if it is, I’ll still be your fr-”

“No…” It escaped Marinette’s lips without her control. But once again, she didn’t regret it or take it back. This newly found courage paired with an impaired capability of hiding her feelings at least had some good uses, it seemed. “No, it’s not just that.”

Stunned yet again, Luka stayed silent, looking back into her eyes, running her words in his head over and over again to make sure he understood them right this time until a melody reached them, played from a near-by cafe, catching his attention.

And when he looked back at her, he smiled again.

“That… something, that’s keeping you down… You never told me everything, so I’m sorry if I don’t always manage to make you feel better as best as I could…”, she was already prepared to counter him on this immediately, but he simply placed a finger against her lips, “… but there’s something I haven’t tried yet.”

Against his touch, her lips formed a small puzzled frown, which was a vision so beautiful and adorable to him that he could have kissed her right then and there and never let her go.

“You know, one of the best ways to get rid of a lot of negative emotions, expectations or fears…”, letting go of her, he moved away slightly and outstretched one of his hands, “…is dancing.” He cocked his head to the side, asking a question without words.

“Oh, nooo, n-no, no, no… I don’t dance, or to be more precise, I’m quite sure I can’t dance!”

“Everyone can dance”, he shrugged with a soft smile, “I’m not asking you to waltz with me or do the tango”, he grinned and she chuckled, “I’m just asking you to dance.”

She bit her lips, feeling a very slight hesitation… but took his hand, nonetheless.

“Okay…”, she smirked, “Teach me.”

Reciprocating her smirk, he took her hand and slowly pulled her closer until they started moving into almost a slow-dancing kind of way. He spun her around and then back into his arms and there was something about how easily and naturally he did that, something about that gorgeous crooked smile he was giving her, just inches from her face, that made Marinette feel incredibly warm and exhilarated in the way, she came to find, only he could make her feel. But they weren’t at the cool, calming ice rink now. And the breezy spring evening was suddenly not cold enough to keep her as in check as she wanted to keep herself whenever he did something that caused this beautiful, dizzy feeling to arise inside her that quickened her heart and breath.

But, for once, perhaps because she so desperately needed something like this, she didn’t want to fight getting lost in a moment like this one. She craved and needed the way he made her feel, safe and wild at the same time, feeling just secure enough to almost be able to let go completely. Marinette never felt like that. Marinette never acted like that. Not even as Ladybug, not even at the peaks of her confidence. But with him, it just happened. And normally, she would wonder over and over again in her head if he could somehow sense this, how he’s literally driving her crazy in a way, if he thought her to be a foolish, silly girl for letting him affect her this much, especially since she practically rejected him at first and since, ironically, she felt that all of these feelings became immensely obvious and accentuated after she removed any barriers that she once upon a time used to carefully set in front of the emotions that were steadily growing for him because she wanted them kept down and silenced for Adrien. But not now. She moved with him and laughed with him and let him sway and spin her in his arms and she could swear she never felt more alive.

It was a couple’s dance of sorts, the one that they were sharing, but it wasn’t defined by any specific set of steps or movements, more like a combination, actually. And that was the beauty of it, it was just defined by – them. And as the music picked up its tempo and volume slightly and she found herself dipped down in a way that perhaps started teasingly and playfully, she could feel her heart wanting to burst in warm sparks in her chest sparkling and spreading through her torso in a way she didn’t expect so suddenly. It felt like sparks flowing down her body and as it instinctively caused her to bite on her lower lip, she could have sworn that she felt his breathing hitch for a moment. Because the way he leaned over her, pulled her waist against his, much closer and tighter than at the ice rink, as he started to pull her slowly back up, eyes staring into each other without blinking, bodies close to the point she could feel the tempo of his breathing through the movements of his chest against her… It flipped some sort of a switch inside her. Everything has been so wrong and so irredeemable and so wrong lately, the pressure constantly dropped onto her shoulders unbearable and so strong that she was fully convinced she truly couldn’t handle it at all. But now, here, with him, like always, all of her feelings just floated to the surface. Or perhaps rushed, ran and instantly flooded to the surface would be a better description of what she was feeling when he leaned his shoulder down against her, breathing heavily, as two teal eyes peered right inside of her and made her melt. And, for once, Marinette was completely and entirely sure that at least for now, she was enough. She was strong. She was alive. Her skin was burning and the air flowing heavily through her lungs at a tempo she wasn’t used to felt like breathing for the first time in months. There was no way on Earth she was letting this go. There was no way in hell she was suppressing anything tonight. As a rebellion against Hawkmoth wanting to see her destroyed, against people who knew her and were ready to judge or leave her when she was clearly going through something akin to a nightmare, against any residual feelings for Adrien and against this whole nightmare as a whole – Marinette was going to grip paradise tonight, she’s going to be young, and free and hungry and loved and to hell with anything else.

She was fire and she wasn’t blushing or pulling back this time or looking away and still, still Luka was careful and doubtful, his gaze searching hers hopeful but confused. And somehow this, the heart and patience and kindness of the boy in her arms tipped her over the brink and without being able to even control or plan it, her lips crashed against his… And they stayed like that for a second, two, before his lips caressed against her lower lip in a way that caused less than a moment to transpire before her teeth grazed his upper lip with her next kiss, then her tongue, and when his tongue just barely brushed up against hers, her mind seemed to have swerved like she was intoxicated, because the next thing she realized was that her hand was tangled in his hair and grasping at his back, pulling him somehow even closer, closer against her, before he lifted her up, swiftly and effortlessly onto a small half-wall behind them and, oh, it made her want to never let him go. She gripped at the firm shape of the small of his back and one of his palms cupped her face, stroking her lip as he kissed it hungrily, the other running against her outer thigh and something between them must have been electric because they both shivered at the same time and chuckled sweetly against each other’s lips.

There was no care or thought left in her mind other than him. Her head, her heart and her body screamed only Luka. Luka. And only Luka.

Her home.

Her acceptance.

Her freedom.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #260

“better think twice; your train of thought will be altered.”

Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? I believe Nicole and I did as kids sometimes? Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Always. Wear your goddamn seatbelt, folks. Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? Generally indoors, but it does depend on what I can do outside as well as the weather. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. I really can't remember if *I* ever kissed Girt. Do you just feel awkward when you dance? YIKES YUP, even when I was a dancer. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? Yes. Can you get over people easily? MOTHER OF FUCK, NO. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? No. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT. Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? Ugggghhhh, yes. Especially cuddling while falling sleep in the rain is everything. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Many times. Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? Well, to a degree. I have artwork in here that I'm just self-conscious of others seeing, but I wouldn't DIE if my mom found them. They're not even really "hidden," just covered. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Strawberry. Do you like hot-dogs? I wish I didn't. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? A fuckin hot leather, spiked choker with chains draped across it. It's just a bit tight on me now. Worst injury you’ve ever had? I skinned the shit out of my knees on the road as a kid, wound up with cuts near the bones. It was not, NOOOOOT pretty and took literally years for the scars to totally vanish. What song do you want played at your funeral? Probably "Life is Beautiful" by Sixx AM. How many keys are on your key chain? What do they go to? Just the one to the house. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not in the traditional sense. Before surgery, they obviously had to be sure via a urine sample, but otherwise, no. Would you rather live in a mansion or a small cozy home? Whew, the latter, easily. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? Nah. Do you get your eyebrows waxed, or do you pluck them? Neither, really. I just don't care; mine aren't awful, and it's too time-consuming and "required" too frequently for me to bother. They're just eyebrows. Do you and your last ex hate each other? Not at all. Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? Well yeah, we're best friends. Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? I was literally a madly in love teenager, you can guess. How do you handle people who are overly enthusiastic all the time? "I don’t 'handle' them, they’re actually pretty cool to be around. I appreciate having that kind of energy around me because I don’t generate a whole lot of it myself and I want it to rub off." <<<< Exactly this. Do people say you look like a certain celebrity? Nah. Who do you think you look like? No one I know of. Ever loved someone who didn’t love you back? hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGALS;KDJFA;LKJEW Ever done karaoke? Did you like it? Nooooo sir. Ever seen a pregnant woman smoking/drinking? Yep. It was an occasion where I had to practice serious self-discipline to keep my mouth shut. :x What was the last piece of candy you ate? Miss Tobey brought me a Reese's yesterday morning so that. Nice breakfast lmao. Do you curse a lot? A real fucking lot. It's not intentional, it's just so ingrained in me as normal diction after being at Jason's so much when his mother is the definition of an Italian New Yorker and thus her son has a mouth too lmao. Personally, I don't believe in "profanity" in the traditional sense so it doesn't bother me in the way of "oh I'm saying too many bad words," I just know my dictionary is wider than "fuck" and "shit" oof. If you could be a Disney character for a day, who would you be? Probably like Kiara. Be a hot princess lion with a hot lion boyfriend and chill lion parents WOW am I a furry yet. Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe? Yeah, my friendship ring with Sara, a bracelet from her as well, and an ovarian cancer bracelet for my mom. Then tattoos, if you consider myself as "wearing" them. To you, what is especially distracting? The sound of TV when you're trying to sleep. What are some things that are important in your life right now? My mom's health, my mental health, job searching to at least get ideas for when transportation is easier, keeping the house clean, keeping up with Sara's health. When was the last time you did some major cleaning? A couple weeks back when I detail cleaned out both my shelves. Who challenges you the most? In what way?  My psychiatrist, but not in a bad way. He pushes me to keep improving with things. What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why? I should know this, but I don't. Have you ever contemplated cheating on anyone? Oh no, I couldn't live with the guilt. Who do you know that gives very sound advice? Sara is great at that. What do you think makes a person weak? The will to drag someone down just because you're feeling that way. What makes a person strong? The determination to not give up. Who do you go to when you need comfort? Mom more than anyone. Where is your favorite place to get fries? BOJANGLE'S. You cannot live to your fullest potential until you've received the seasoned blessing of Bojangle's fries. What is the most recent article of clothing you’ve purchased? I think underwear. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? No. Are there any waterfalls nearby? Definitely no big ones. Hell, maybe even no natural ones. There are lots of dams, but I don't think they count. What are your earliest memories of going to see a doctor? My first time getting my blood drawn and consciously understanding what was about to happen. Freaked the FUCK out, bolted from the room, and clinged like a monkey to a column while sobbing. It literally took multiple adults to get me off of it, and I was very little. And then when I actually got poked, apparently I just said, "... That's it?" Oh, little me, you'd take needles for hours later on in life in the name of art lol. What is your favorite condiment? Maybe ketchup. Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? Well, all the mental hospitals I've been to included addicts seeking recovery, and I befriended a few. For people more in my personal life, I think so. Would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? I am ridiculously picky. Have you ever slept in a car overnight? I'm quite sure no, not a full night. Has someone close to you died of murder? No, thankfully. Does your school offer driver’s ed? My high school did, which is where I took it. Have you ever done volunteering work abroad? No. Do you have a shower stall or a bath tub? A tub. Why do you do these surveys? I'm bored most of the time with absolutely nothing better to do. Sometimes it helps me contemplate some things about myself. Do you like shopping? Eh, depends on what I'm shopping for. What’s a show you wish that was still on air? MM IS COMIN BACK, FUCKERS. Do you like hip hop? Nooo. Do you like pretzels? I do, especially soft ones. You want your next pet to be what? It's probably going to be a tarantula. I'm not being sarcastic lmao. It just depends on if I can convince my mom. Do you like coconut scents? Sure. Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? Hell no. What is a dessert that you DON’T like? Pie. And one that you love? mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM ice cream. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Vampire, ig. Being a mermaid genuinely sounds boring. Where the fuck's the WiFi. Are you happy with your physical features? Bitch no. When you doodle, what are you usually doodling? Meerkats. Do you eat salads? Not enough, but I like them w/ regular lettuce and I'm open to different dressings. Favorite thing to do on your phone? Play Pokemon if I'm actually in a spot to get fckn balls. What magazines do you like? I don't read any. What is your favorite thing about Christmas? The feeling of really being a family. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Black. Firm pillow or soft pillow? S O F T Who was the last person you rode in a car with? Mom. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? Thank fuck no. Are there any people you don’t like for your significant other/crush to talk to? I’m single and don't have like... an "active" crush ig? What was the last alcoholic beverage you drank? I had a bombin' sangria for my birthday @ Olive Garden. Has one of your boyfriend’s best friends ever tried to get with you? Again, single, but for previous ones, no anyway. Are you 100% over the last person you kissed? No. Have any of your friends ever overdosed? I think so, but none died, thankfully. The last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Ummmm probably something for school. How many friends on Facebook do you have? 118. What age is the oldest you would date at the moment? It'd take me seriously liking someone to go slightly beyond 30. Do you want to be single? I don't know. I don't really know if I'm "fit" to be in a relationship right now, like I know I gotta figure shit out, but I think it's natural to want that companionship some days. Are you good at hiding your feelings? Well, I guess it depends on the emotion, but honestly, I don't think so, in most cases. Who did you last share a bed with? Sara. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? Not in an ambulance, no. What are you listening to right now? An '80s-ish/synthwave cover of "Disturbia" by Rihanna. I've been on a total binge of this kinda stuff lately. Ever been on a golf cart? Ye. Do you have trust issues? Yep. Do you own something from Hot Topic? I think most of my shirts are from there. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No. Do you have a little sister? Damn, not so little anymore. Turned 22 a few days ago. Have you ever been to New York? The state, yes. City, no. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? Nope. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I mean, define "a lot?" I did once every year... and no. I was selective. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? If so, have you ever won? PTSD is fuckin weird. I have, and I get anxious and uncomfortable just seeing them. The very last time I hung out w/ Jason was at his brother's wife's baby shower, and something like that was there. Shitty fuckin day. Can you juggle? No. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? N/A Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah, I think my sisters and I did that every year? What is the population of the city you live in? Google says around 5.5k. Do you like Nerds candy? Yeah man. What’s your favourite flavour of soda, pop or whatever else you call it? Blue raspberry. What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? It's on about 70% during the day, and I lower it to about 20% when I'm about to go to bed. Have you ever attended a religious or private school? My previous school was a private & religious college. Do you have any pets and are they cuddly? My cat is STUPID cuddly. Absolute attention hog. My snake seems to enjoy attention, though I wouldn't define snakes as "cuddly;" their brains don't know what affection really is, which I think is mandatory in that definition. She does love to lie against me on the bed, though, when I take her out to let her wander. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? All three of my jobs have sucked, but considering I lasted in a deli not even two hours, probs that. How many cars does your household own? One. Are there any cracks or scuffs on your phone? No. This shit is literally a Tracphone yet is incredible man, I've dropped it a good few times and it's a great phone. What’s your favourite meat? Out of most forms, probably pork, which I really wish wasn't true. I adore pigs. Or maybe chicken. Which I still feel bad about. Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time? I always need them. Is the internet fast where you live? It's fine. What is your favourite meal of the day and why? Breakfast has the best options and makes me look forward to the morning lmao. Do you like long surveys or short surveys better? Ha ha, obviously long, seeing as I compile shorts ones into these larger ones. I do it because I feel individually posting with EVERY one I pick out would get annoying. Have you ever been to a cocktail bar? No. What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited? Disney World. Do you keep the cabinets in your kitchen and bathroom organized? More so in the kitchen. Have you ever had a romantic fling? No. Are you a very forgetful person? To a frightening point. Are your parents married or divorced? They're divorced. Do you believe in Heaven? Not the Christian one, but I do lean towards there being some peaceful existence after death. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? That's obviously the best part. Do you read blogs? No. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? I pretty much have before? Worn guy's pants and unisex or men's shirts before, I'm sure. Ever been involved with the police? No. What's your favorite shampoo/conditioner and soap? Idk, I'm just very used to Suave. Their body wash smells amazing. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? HELL NO. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl it. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden is GOOD SHIT. Have you watched Tiger King yet? Christ, no, and I sure am tired of seeing it everywhere online. Do you try to do something significant and meaningful every day? It's quite clear I don't, even though I really, really want to. What is your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Chance. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. Does anyone know who your first crush was? yeah. Who was your first celebrity crush? Whew, Jesse McCartney, lads. Have you ever had to use an epi pen? No, thankfully. What color was your first phone? Navy, I think. Do you know anyone with Down’s syndrome? Not anyone personally. How much do you weigh (only answer if comfortable)? I'm not comfortable. Have you ever been overweight? I have been since 2016. What color is your Christmas tree? Green. What color Christmas tree do you want to have in your house someday? UGGGGHHHHHHH give me a black one with fake snow on it. Omg. What color house did you grow up in? Uhhhh... I think it was white? I should know this. Have you ever been baptized? If so, how and where? Yes, when I was a baby at the Catholic church I grew up going to. What type of wedding do you want? Give it a gothic vibe ok. Are you taller or shorter or the same height as your mom? We're the same height. What is your heritage? German, Irish, and Polish. Are you excited for the upcoming summer season? Ugh, no. Not at all. At. All. Do you like crackers with your soup? No. Which ex of yours means the most to you? Depending on which way you mean, Jason or Sara. What is something that never fails to make you feel accomplished? Do a decent amount of cleaning. How do you feel about nudity, in person? Uh???? What exactly do you mean by "in person"???? I guess it depends on who, the situation, and location??? Have you taken prescription medications that didn't belong to you? Pain medicine, yes. Do wooded areas freak you out in the evening or night? I mean, to a reasonable degree, I guess. Obviously being in the wild in the dark is dangerous. Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle? No. Do you iron any of your clothes? No. Can you sleep in an unmade bed? Yeah. Did the house you grew up in have a big yard? It was p good. What has been the most difficult class you’ve ever taken? Probably Latin. What was the last website you were on, before this one? I was on Facebook. Is your hometown famous for anything? No. What are some things a house would need to have for you to purchase it? I'm personally very serious about a dishwasher and laundry room. Other than that I'm... kinda blanking? Like I'm not that picky as for what the house HASSSSSS to have, besides those. Well, two bathrooms would be great. What was the last thing you heated up in your microwave? A pancake+sausage on a stick thing for breakfast. When was the last time your internet stopped working? It was having a temper yesterday. Did you ever watch Phil of the Future? Not very much, and never really by choice. Nicole would watch it sometimes though. Were you born somewhere other than a hospital? No. What was the last flavor of ice cream you had? Vanilla. Do you have an online game that you play often? None at the very moment because my personal gaming laptop has been kaput for well over a month now. Maybe close to even two. Is there a trash can near you? No. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening? No. Is there a fan going in the room you’re in? Yeah, beside me.

[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

can i get some Lawrence with an s/o who’s being constantly harrased by scarlett? like at first he isn’t really taking it seriously because reader assures him it doesn’t bother her, but catches scarlett on the rooftop right as she’s about to push the reader into a horde of zombies below? i’m sorry if that’s too specific or anything like that i’ve just been thinking about this for a while :,)

Nooo don’t be! Specific is great, it actually helps us out heaps! Sorry for the wait gorgeous~ Hope you enjoy!!

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Please - Lawrence POV x Reader

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 1,931

General / Fluff

Warning: Mild Violence

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CLICK.

I look up from my book to witness (Y/N) making her way towards me from the door of the Principal’s office, her steps slow – sluggish. She plops herself next to me on the couch, laying her head upon my lap before closing her eyes and voicing a long, drawn out sigh. I watch as her expression grows increasingly troubled, her brows furrowing aggressively upon her delicate face. Although I enjoy witnessing all of her adorably colourful expressions, the idea of her feeling displeasure burdens me. I had suspected Scarlett seemed a little more… ‘vocal’ towards (Y/N) during today’s reports, guess it had affected her more than she cared to show. I gently close my book and place it upon the arm rest before running my fingers through her silky (h/c) hair, hoping to comfort her further.

“I knew it. Scarlett overdid it today.”

She groans in response, “I don’t get it Lawrence… Everyone knows we’re together, yet she still accuses me of trying to seduce every other guy here, particularly Zion.” Her brows furrow from the memory, causing me to feel a sense of guilt for not realising the extent of her difficulties sooner.

“I’ll go talk to her.” I try to stand, but (Y/N) hurriedly grabs my arm, preventing me from leaving as she shakes her head in disapproval.

“No, stay. Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me. Her words can’t hurt me… I’m just tired is all.” She closes her eyes once more.

“I just need a moment of peace right now.” She whispers before letting out another sigh. This time, a sigh of content accompanied with her gorgeous smile. She seemed so defenceless – tempting. I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to linger on her inviting lips before placing a soft, gentle peck upon them. As I pull away, her cheeks grow a subtle blush and I can’t help but smile at her beautiful laugh gracing my ears.

“I said peace, Lawrence! Peace! My accelerated heartrate does not equal peace!”

I chuckle at her innocent plea, blessed to have claimed someone who’s soul radiated such beauty and purity. She was nothing like that brainless temptress who constantly threw herself at Zion; only fools would fall for her attempts at seduction. Never, would (Y/N) stoop so low as to grovel at his feet like she does, to think she’d accuse my love of such a thing was illogical. I take in a deep breath, calming myself from the growing rage against Scarlett. I choose to ignore it for now, as (Y/N) seemed to be okay… perhaps cuter, if that was even possible.

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Heading back from a late-night patrol, I pause in front of my room as I hear muffled sniffles through the door. (Y/N) jumps slightly, startled by the sudden sound of the door slamming open. Keeping her back turned, she quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeves before spinning around, a faltering, bright smile plastered on her face.

“Hey Lawrence! Back from patrol already?” Her voice sounded weak, contrasting the image she tried to display. A frown evident on my face, I walk up to her; caressing her tear stained cheeks – although clearly annoyed at her attempt to hide her emotions from me.

“It was Scarlett again wasn’t it? What did she do this time?” I question through gritted teeth. Her fake smile fades, gradually shifting to a more genuine and warm one.

“I can’t get anything past you, can I?” (Y/N) wraps her arms around me, seeking comfort.

“Where is she? I’ll deal with her. This is getting out of hand.”

She shakes her head, “No need. It’s no big deal, I was just feeling a little sensitive today. I’m fine, really.”

“She’s really starting to get on my nerves. I think it’s time for her to go, she hasn’t been all too obedient lately and we can’t have someone like that within our group. I’ve seen people like her before back in the middle school. She’s a risk.”

“We can’t leave her to fend for herself Lawrence. I’ve been there before, it’s a cold and unforgiving world out there. As annoying as she is, she’s not a threat. She’s a scared, self-conscious being that doesn’t know how to deal with her fear besides taking it out on others. Once there’s a promising sign of hope for us here, I’m sure she’ll come around. I can handle it. As long as you’re by my side afterwards, I can handle anything!” She rubs her hands along my back soothingly. Somehow my attempt to comfort her reversed and ended up with her reassuring me instead.

I sigh, frustrated. “If that’s what you want.”

“Thank you for understanding. All I want right now, is to stay like this for a little while longer.” She tightens her grip around me and nuzzles her face into my chest. If Scarlett was good for anything, she was at least good at getting (Y/N) to act so adorably, allowing me to spend more moments like these with her as a result. However, I think it’s time to think of a way to get rid of Scarlett without (Y/N) suspecting my involvement. Scarlett’s been hurting her one too many times now, if only (Y/N) wasn’t so kind and forgiving, I would’ve gotten rid of her ages ago. Though (Y/N)’s purity and selflessness is also why I came to love her in the first place… Oh well, all the more reason to eliminate this pestering nuisance.

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One afternoon as I was relaxing in the Principal’s office and waiting for (Y/N) to return from her morning patrol, Judy pops in to ask when my girlfriend would be done with her shift. I check the time, realising she should have finished half an hour ago. She usually doesn’t dawdle after her patrols, on the days we get to spend together she tends to excitedly beeline here to see me. Worried, I set off on a search to find her, asking around to anyone who may have last seen her. My heart begins to pump with anxiety as Zion voices his thankfulness for the lack of Scarlett’s annoying presence today. I hurry my search, sprinting from one end of the school to the next before finally hearing loud grunts and yells coming from the entrance towards the rooftop. I rush through the door and witness Scarlett pushing (Y/N) closer towards a large makeshift hole, cut out from the metal fence surrounding the edges of the rooftop. (Y/N) fights against her as hard as she’s able, her strength seemingly failing her for a split second, allowing Scarlett to gain the upper hand. I rush over to them without a second thought, pulling Scarlett off of (Y/N) and forcefully pushing her to the ground as I wrap my arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pinning her to my side – safe. It was then that I noticed the familiar sound of a horde of riled up zombies below, their interests piqued by the occurrence of loud noises. I quickly embrace (Y/N)’s shaken frame, comforting her as much as possible before gently setting her down and shifting my focus back to the vermin I should have dealt with long ago.

Rage burning in my eyes, I grab Scarlett by the neck and lift her up off the ground. She grabs onto my forearm, her face struck with horror as she tries to pry my fingers off of her neck, choking from my hold. I hover her out of the fence, her feet dangling with only the fear inducing height between the rooftop and the ground separating her with the horde below. I wasn’t sure how many flights down the drop would be, but oh, do I shudder with elation at the possibility of hearing her bones crack against the concrete below and the satisfying image of her flesh tearing among the horde.

The sound of (Y/N)’s sudden screams interrupt my thoughts. I attempt to keep my focus on Scarlett’s demise, however the sound of my love’s cries and pleas distract me.

I don’t understand… I’m eliminating a threat. I’m her boyfriend, isn’t it natural to stop enabling a being who continues to torment my dear sweet (Y/N)?

I turn to look at her, tears streaming down her gorgeous face, fuelling my rage towards Scarlett even further for making me witness (Y/N) struggle through such turmoil because of her.

This is all her fault.

I tighten my grip against her neck, anger seething through my veins. Scarlett begins to choke violently from my hold, her nails now digging into my skin as she uses all her might to swing her legs at my chest, clinging onto my arm for her dear, pitiful life. My face darkens, a small smile creeping up on my lips at the anticipation of her upcoming doom.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, LAWRENCE? PLEASE! STOP! THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANT!”

As if finally hearing her voice for the first time since my mind was overtaken by blood lust, I snap out of my rage.

No… Scarlett wasn’t the one causing her to shed such tears… It’s me. I did this to her. But why? Wasn’t Scarlett causing her pain? She was going to kill her, I’m merely punishing a murderer.

“Don’t do this Lawrence… Please.” (Y/N) begs, rising onto her feet.

Why is she looking at me like that… like I’m some kind of monster? Stop… STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! I turn my attention back to Scarlett, who finally stopped fighting against my hold, merely shivering as she realises her life was no longer in her own control.

“Please… For me.” She places her arm on mine hesitantly, tears continuing to glaze her beautiful (e/c) eyes.

“I’m doing this ‘for you’.”

“Killing someone is not the way to solve a problem!”

I gaze into her eyes, searching for guidance as I struggle to understand her. Failing to comprehend her words, my head hangs low in frustration as I fight against her wishes with my contradicting resolve.

I feel her gentle stroke along my cheek, “Please…”

My heart pains hearing her desperate plea and I toss Scarlett down onto the ground once more. She grasps at her neck, gasping for air before losing consciousness from the shock.

Pathetic. Acting all tough when victimizing others but can’t handle it when she’s the victim herself.

“Thank you… Lawrence.” (Y/N) whispers. I quickly embrace her as her knees begin to buckle, legs threatening to give out from relief. (Y/N) collapses into my arms, wrapping her arms around me before breaking out into a sob.

“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!” She yells, heated tears falling upon her cold cheeks, warming them from the winter breeze. I jump slightly from her sudden outburst, never once hearing the rise of her voice in such a tone.

“Talk to me first… please. Don’t ever act on your own. If you ever feel your rage overcoming you again, just think of me and remember my words.” She grips my jacket tightly as she pleads, her eyes looking up at me with such burning intensity I had never seen before. Not wanting to cause her pain any longer, I give in to her cries and nod, hoping to ease her worries.

“I’m sorry…”

Her gaze relaxes, and her lips curl up into a warm and loving smile. I can’t help but smile back, realising that my actions had a bigger consequence to her happiness than I had anticipated. I sigh, defeated and completely won over by her charm.

Ahh… this face really does suit her best.

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x mod luna

[johnnysnostril]

You’ve Always Been Mine

chapter 19

`jooheon

nori and misun bowed as our manager greeted us with a smile. after signaling us to sit, nori sat across from me; while misun sat next to shownu.

a few waiters strolled out with a couple bottles of wine- along with champagne, fruits and cheese. as they placed everything on the table, our glasses were filled. i watched as the bubbles floated to the top of the glass. nori picked up a strawberry, tossing it into her champagne. instantly, her eyes went straight down to her phone. i pressed my lips in a line as the light from the screen lit up her face.

“im sure you’re all wondering why i called for this meeting.” manager hyung started.

nori eyes shot up and looked in his direction as he took a seat across from shownu.

“i was looking to speak to you ladies, separately and picking your brains a bit.” he smiled.

our manager was always very respectful when women were around. he was very hard on us, but his manners and character around other people- were fantastic. he was definitely a people person.

“first, i’d like to congratulate the new couple. very nicely done with the statement. how are you feeling misun?”

she smiled over at shownu. “i feel good for the most part. i know it’ll be a little difficult for monbebe’s to welcome me with open arms. but, im willing to win their respect and hearts.” misun smiled.

manager hyung nodded then glanced over at me and nori.

“i’m sure it’ll be a little uncomfortable for awhile, but hang in there.” he took a sip from his glass, then threw a few grapes in his mouth.

i really wasn’t understanding what this meeting was supposed to be about. or why i was even here. i was happy for shownu and misun. but, i was dealing with a broken heart and i couldn’t hide that.

“i would like to start with nori- if thats okay.” he said standing up from his seat. nori nodded, copying his actions. i watched closely as my manager lead her to a separate table, out of eye sight.

`nori

okay, this was awkward. meeting jooheon here and having a conversation with his manager; about god knows what- made my anxiety shoot through the roof.

as he pulled out my seat, i sat down. shortly after, he did the same and fixed his suit jacket.

“i’d like to start off with an apology.” he said in a serious tone.

i furrowed my brows.

“oh.. um, i’m sorry- but i’m not sure if i know what you’re apology for, sir.” i laughed nervously. 

he held up his hand and shook his head. 

“i’m completely embarrassed about how the boys handled themselves in front of you and misun. that fight never should’ve happened- and you girls shouldn’t have been exposed to a situation like that.” he started. “i’m sure you’ve caught wind of everyone knowing who you two are now. i dont know if you keep up to date with the news, but your face has been everywhere. along with misun’s.”

my eyes widened a bit. i wasn’t aware of how bad the situation was.

snapping his fingers, a waiter made his way out- with an envelope that read “nori” on the front. i gracefully took it out of his hands and glanced down at the crisp, manila rectangle.

“i hope this makes up for everything.” he said smiling. 

i tilted my head, pealing back the flap and pulling out a stack of papers. reading on, i slightly gasped. i couldn’t accept this. i slid the papers back in and placed the envelope on the table.

“sir, i-”

“i’m sure you’re aware of our culture.” he interrupted. “i would hate for you to decline my offer.”

i swallowed down the lump in my throat, looking down as i played with my fingers.

“i’m aware.” i nodded, speaking softly. “i’m very thankful for your offer.”

i tilted my head down, slightly bowing. 

"also.” he continued. “i had a conversation with wonho, earlier today.”

i shot my gaze up to meet his eyes.

“about you and jooheon.”

i winced at the sound of his name, then looked off to the side. i really needed a few more glasses of wine before this conversation.

“there seems to be a misunderstanding- about seulgi.” 

his tone changed a little and i was beginning to feel like i was getting scolded by my father.

“they are not romantically involved. please, dont misunderstand. everything i do for the boys, is to better their career. business decisions aren’t always easy, but they must be done.” he stated firmly. 

i turned back to face him.

“i’ve been told that jooheon is very serious about you. hence, the fight between him and wonho. so, dont confuse his work with his personal life. it’s very rare that idols even get to have chances like this. let alone someone they deeply care about.”

i understood what he was trying to say. but, if he thought this was going to get jooheon back in my good graces- he was absolutely right. now, i felt bad and dumb as hell.

“do you understand where i’m going with this?” he asked politely. 

i simply nodded and flashed a weak smile.

`misun

finishing up the wine in my glass, i hummed as nori came walking around the corner with a large envelope in her hand. her smile was faint as she took her seat. 

“so.” i said leaning past shownu. 

her eyes went straight to jooheon, who was looking down at his phone.

“i guess you’re up.” she said in a sad tone.

the conversation must have gone wrong. i hope it wasn’t that bad, since i was next on the chopping block.

making my way over to the table, i bowed and smiled. “thank you for inviting us here tonight. it’s really beautiful.” i announced.

his smile was genuine as he gestured for me to take a seat. 

i crossed my legs, pulling down my dress a little as he began.

“i’m just going to be straight with you.” he said. “being a girlfriend to an idol is going to be the most difficult thing you’re going to experience. there may be moments where you want to walk away from this life. but, you wont be able to.”

i took a deep breath then exhaled.

“i mentioned to nori, that your faces have been plastered everywhere, im sure you’re aware.”

i nodded.

“it wont be easy for you two to go back to living normal lives. i have presented an offer to nori and i’m hoping you’ll accept- as she did.”

he slid an envelope across the table and i looked down at it.

“what’s this?” i asked.

he intertwined his fingers together and placed his elbows on the table.

“an offer you can’t refuse.”

i locked eyes with him and smiled lightly. as i took the envelope, he stopped me for a minute.

“between the two of us, shownu is very happy.” he chuckled. “so, thank you for that.”

i smiled widely and tucked my hair behind my ear. “i’m glad i can contribute to his happiness.”

`jooheon

after talking to the girls, manager hyung made his way back to us. pulling us to the side, he placed his hand on my shoulder. 

“make sure the girls get home safely. i cleared your schedules for tomorrow- just let me know what they decide on.” he said quietly.

i furrowed my brows. “what do you mean?”

he smiled and called the elevator.

“that’s a conversation that you’ll have to have with nori.”

taking his leave, we watched as the elevator closed. as shownu started to walk off, i quickly grabbed his arm.

“i’m gunna head out.” i announced. i really wasn’t in the mood to talk about anything with nori. i didn’t want my emotions to get in the way.

shownu smacked his lips. “for what? why don’t you talk things out with nori?” he asked.

i shook my head. “there’s really nothing to talk about. i’m sure she’d rather be with the two of you tonight, instead of me.”

he slipped his hands in his pockets, tilting his head.

“are you really going to be childish right now?”

i sighed and pushed the button for the elevator. “it’s not about being childish. it’s about respecting her wishes. i don’t wanna fight with her anymore. i just cant.”

as the elevator pinged, shownu nodded his head and gave me a handshake.

“well, get some rest. you need it.”

i agreed then stepped into the elevator, watching shownu walk back to the table.

`nori

my eyes were glued to this envelope. i couldn’t believe the offer inside. it was like i was dreaming.

“nori.” misun said laughing. “i asked you something.”

i looked up at her, flashing a fake smile.

“im sorry, what?”

she rolled her eyes and pointed at the envelope. “what’s inside?” she whispered.

i wanted to know what was inside hers first. i wonder if we got the same offer.

as i parted my lips to speak, shownu came back to the table. i noticed that jooheon wasn’t with him.

“where’d jooheon go?” i asked casually.

he sighed and wrapped his arm around misun as he sat. “he said he wasn’t feeling good.”

shownu picked up his glass, shutting his eyes and drinking the wine.

he wasn’t a very good liar.

“what’s with the envelopes?” he said changing the subject.

i ignored his question, grabbing it off the table and standing up.

“i think i wanna go home now.” i stated.

“what? nooo. please stay with us.” misun cried.

i shook my head. “you guys need some alone time anyway. plus, i dont really feel like being a third wheel tonight.” i shrugged.

taking two wine bottles off the table, i secured the envelope underneath my arm. “have a good night.” i said walking to the elevator.

“how are you gunna get home?” shownu shouted from the table.

“uber. now you can suck your girlfriend’s face off!” i shouted back playfully.

an hour later, back at the apartment

i stretched out my legs as i sat on the floor. yes, i was pouting or whatever.

i slowly reached out for the empty wine bottles, laughing as i accidentally knocked them over.

oh forget it, they’ll stay on the floor tonight.

okay listen- yes, i was drunk. who cares? it’s not like i was hurting anyone.

i huffed, pulling my knees into my chest. struggling to unhook my heels, i kicked them off and threw them across the room.

of course i started crying again. the waterworks were going all night. since i was being so dramatic, i decided to pull out my phone and send jooheon a message or two.

“he’s such a jerk.” i mumbled to myself.

`jooheon

entering my studio, i threw my jacket on the couch. exhaling heavily, i ran my hands down my face and groaned. tonight was hard for me. nori looked so good and i couldn’t even touch her.

before i could sit down in my chair, my phone went off. 

glancing down at the screen, i read over nori’s messages. i furrowed my brows and shook my head.

what was she talking about? she was the one who made me leave her alone.

i clicked on her contact name, calling her. 

“hello?” she slurred into the phone.

i almost laughed.

“nori, what are you talking about?” i asked, slipping my free hand in my pocket.

she sighed heavily and groaned.

“you’re such an asshole.” she yelled. nori was definitely crying.

“why are you crying?”

she mumbled something underneath her breath. i furrowed my brows and tilted my head.

“what? i cant hear you.”

the next thing i heard was the phone dropping and nori gagging. im pretty sure she was throwing up.

i let out a soft chuckle, grabbing my keys and heading out to my car.

standing in front of nori’s door, i called her phone- hearing it ring from outside. as it went to voicemail, i ended the call and knocked on the door.

“nori? you okay?” i asked.

nothing.

licking my lips, i turned the knob. the door was unlocked. what in the world was she thinking?

upon entering, i shut and locked the door behind me- calling out for her again.

i peaked my head around the corner and found her, sitting on the floor with her head resting on the toilet seat. i slipped my phone in my pocket and walked into the bathroom.

“nori..” i said softly. she was still in her dress, passed out. 

as i pulled back her hair, she slightly groaned.

“come on.”

picking her up bridal style, i went straight to her room and placed her on the bed.

she pulled away from me, pushing me back a little. 

“dont touch me, you big meanie head.” she said crying.

i took my keys, laying them on her dresser- along with my phone and sighed.

there was no way in hell, that i was leaving her alone tonight. she’s just gunna have to deal with me.

“don’t cry, nori.” i said softly. she shook her head and covered her eyes.

i removed her hands from her face and wrapped her arms around my waist. as i guided her head to rest on my stomach, she tried pushing me away.

“just stop fighting me. i’m not leaving you.” i whispered calmly.

i knew this is what she wanted. she wanted me to fight for her. and that’s what i was going to do.

“you’re such a jerk..” 

nori began throwing weak punches at my chest. she cried harder with every hit and i just let her take out all her frustration on me. i knew this was hard for her. but, it was hard for the both of us. we really didn’t want to be apart. she just wouldn’t admit that.

“why dont you love me.. why do you want her?..” she mumbled.

i took her hands, once again- wrapping her arms around me and hugged her. she weakly relaxed in my arms and just cried.

i held her and slightly rocked her back and forth as she rested her head on my stomach. i stroked her hair and shook my head.

“i do love you, nori. more than you could ever imagine. i dont want anyone, but you. i swear.”

i snaked both hands to her cheeks and lifted her head to look up at me. her eyes were blood shot red and her mascara was running. taking my thumbs underneath her eyes, i wiped nori’s tears away and sighed.

“this has got to stop.” i whispered. “i dont wanna keep fighting with you, nori. this shit hurts me.”

she sniffled and blinked, releasing a few more tears.

“im so fucking in love with you, it hurts. i can’t handle being away from you. thats torture for me, baby.”

she looked down, avoiding my gaze as she shook her head- like she didn’t believe me. i sighed and bit my bottom lip.

"lay down, please.” i whispered. 

she didnt fight or argue. she simply nodded and laid back. 

walking into the bathroom, i flushed the toilet; grabbed a washcloth- and ran it underneath cold water.

meeting nori back in the bedroom, i sat on the edge of the bed- placing the cloth on her forehead. her eyes were closed and i casually glanced down at her lips. i missed the way they felt against mine. it was cute how her lips were swollen from all the crying she was doing.

i just wanted to kiss her.

[diaryofanormalkid]

So many ppl at work have crushes on me and I’m picking up on it all... (part 2)

New coworker

Idk why I’m even thinking this, but let’s identify him as sponge bob. My mom said this guy looks at me like he’s attracted to me. He’s younger (20 years old).

This guy is allllways tryna sit with me on break. 🙄 I like to usually go on my breaks alone so I can mentally and physically reset in peace. That what my break is for me.

But he’s annoying sometimes when he asks bc I’m like bruh I’m done my break, like go mind your business. Good thing is, I think I’m not the only one.

Having my mom say that about him though doesn’t reassure me, because I’m not attracted to him at all, but I have a feeling this guy thinks bc I’m nice means I’m making advances.

If only he knew. Like no. Don’t get it twisted boi. Idk with him, I feel like he tries so hard not watch me but if he could get away with it, he would find a way to just admire me.

That’s creepy when you don’t really like the person back... so anyways yeah he’s another person who uses the cheese touch game as an excuse to touch me and it brothers me.

Anyways though, I’m bored of talking about him so let’s move on to...

Short crush

I saw him today!!!! And I feel the need to share that I’ve been having some rather intense daydreams about him lately, just because I guess I’ve been missing him.

I mean today was probably the first time I saw him in like a week and half? So when I saw him I was super giddy and excited! Like just smiling so hard.

I first peeped him in the door way of the cafetaria about to come in, but he was on the phone. So I was passing by it and was already smiling and we met eyes.

I should’ve said hi then, but I didn’t. I want to blame it mostly on the fact that he was on the phone, but it was really because I was sooo shy today after not seeing him for so long.

So I walked past the entrance again naturally because I was actually doing my job! But when he walked in, I could’ve said hi then too, but I still didn’t. I just couldn’t find myself to look at him.

As he was coming over to cash out, I was standing beside my coworker on the other side just lingering because I was building up the courage to say hi... but my window of opportunity was quickly closing.

I felt so awkward standing there that I just had to leave because I didn’t want him to see me like this. He makes me so nervous sometimes it’s like... wow really makes you humble.

Anyways so he speedily left that first time. And I regretted it SO much that I didn’t say anything to him! 😑😑😑😑😑 like britney, how many times have we gone over this?!?!

But he came back 😁☺️☺️☺️ and I was ecstatic! I saw him seated at a table with coworkers and it gave me so much joy! Like I was like: SECOND CHANCE BRITNEY!

Okay so idk if he just flashed out on me without knowing, oh wait nooo I actually saw when he left but I literally wasn’t paying attention to him at all. It was the quickest he ever left.

I would’ve said bye if he was slower but he looked like he was in a rush! So anyways I saw him one last time and it was the cutest thing ever! You could say 3rd times a charm.

So the way it happen, he walked into the entrance of the cafetaria, and he immediately spotted me. We actually both spotted each other so quickly it was everything!

I quickly waved so he could see I’m finally acknowledging him for the day. He instantly started charging over though, so that’s when I started getting scared!

Like literally I remember thinking “run!” Because I was like “oh no, what is he gonna say?” And I just stayed calm and waited to see what he would do/day.

So he was watching me the whole time he walked over, and I was refilling the forks into the slots at the time so I was just doing that while I watched.

Once he got to me, I realized maybe he needed a fork. So I held up the container to him and was like “do you want a fork?” And he was like, “yes, thank you.” And um, omg that was cuute.

Like we don’t typically get that close in proximity so that was probably the closest I’ve ever been to him and I was so happy! Honestly I don’t even recall anything after that.

I’m not even sure if that’s what he actually said to me either because I was just in daze at the fact that he was so close to me/was looking at me the whole time.

That entire moment in itself made me so giddy and gave me butterflies. I was trying to hard to suppress it as not to give away to my coworkers that I’m into him.

Like I have probably 32 billion laugh lines from the amount he makes me smile. Just seeing him lights up my entire day and I can think about it for the rest of the week.

I always love to see him! I think I’ll tell my one coworker who came out to me about being bi about him bc we played truth or dare a few weeks back and were asking about crushes.

Or just people in general that we find attractive, and she said she would tell me hers and I said I would tell her mine, but I only ever ended up showing her one bc she never sees the others.

So if they’re ever in contact with each other, I’ll probably tell her, but also I kinda love to keep these secret for myself so my coworkers don’t try to expose me.

Because everyone I’ve always told a secret crush to has always found a way to make it slip and I’ve genuinely lost my trust with ppl. Like it amazes me how untrustworthy everyone is.

Anyways, besides the point. I feel like I can trust her to keep this secret but not to not tease me about it because she’s that kind of person! I think at this big age I can handle it though.

Idk, I’m absolutely bipolar with that though bc some days I’m more confident and careless, other days I’m just so shy and reserved that I don’t want her to have that power over me.

Just in case, I’d rather be safe and keep it amongst myself so she can’t hold that over me ever. But anyways he makes me smile a lot and I’m gonna continue making more laugh lines!

[princesssarcastia]

Infinity War

Spoilers below.

Okay, umm?? uMMMM??? wow.  rude.  

If I'm rating this movie, I'd have to give it....like 7/10.  There were some FUCKING AWESOME bits and some NOT SO AWESOME bits.  

First of all, they juggled 20+ main characters very, very well. No one felt marginalized, no storyline uninteresting. The “most ambitious crossover event in history” was very well executed purely on that point. 

Second of all, I’m definitely going to see this movie again; not because I'm not sure about it, but because I genuinely enjoyed watching it. 

Pepper!! And Tony!!! Talking!!!!!!! amazing.  I’m not super chill with pepper still being Anti Suit™ but they clearly love and enjoy each other; they’re finally...comfortable, and its so nice. 

Everyone was worried about how Wanda was going to be there just to feel sad about vision, but I thought they did well with that! There was definitely a huge amount of Being Sad About Vision but I feel like struggling with the decision to kill your boyfriend is interesting enough. Also, her being powerful enough to destroy the mind stone and hold off thanos at the same time was a fucking trip, I really enjoyed that.

The bit where Bruce talked about Vision being a product of JARVIS, Ultron, and Tony was sooooo satisfying, like yes, Vision, you are tony and bruce and JARVIS’s brainchild. ha!

I think the part that bugged me the most was Gamora.  Fucking killing her off for fucking manpain, I stg.  Peter’s reaction was completely normal! Of course you’d want to smash his face in!! but see, thats the only reason Gamora is dead: so Peter’s admittedly very smart plan would go kaploey due to his own emotional response.  I'm really mad about this.

And hey, props to PQ for actually trying to shoot gamora like she asked him to.  It was killing him, but he promised, he swore on his mother; usually when people make promises like that it doesn’t pay off, they chicken out or miss their shot, but not this time.  even Thanos baiting him didn’t work.  

Another thing I’m mad about is Loki.  This is, what his third time dying?? Fourth time????? its not emotional or impactful anymore.  just kinda...oh, he’s dead.....again......okay............sure. like get a new schtick. Whats that tweet, about killing people just before they get what they want, that its shitty writing?? yeah, it is.  do you know how funny it would have been for Loki to have a “zuko here” moment with the other Avengers? much more satisfying than another fucking death scene.  Also, the liesmith just...tries to stab thanos, wow, okay.  

Wong is invited to Tony’s wedding, props. 

Tom Holland as Peter Parker is the best part of this movie, hands down. Charming and adorable and a really competent fighter, and his interactions with Tony are wonderrrfullll I loved them.  And his death scene was the absolute best one out of all of them.  he was like “I feel funny” and I’m like SHIT SHIT SHIT NO. “I’m sorry” oh my god, child, nooo, it’s not your fault!!! agh. I love him. 

On the subject of death, I’m pretty torn about how everyone is dead.  Yeah, it was meant to be devastating, but...PP’s death was the only one you really felt, because he was freaking out and so was Tony.  There had to be that kind of reaction to feel it, because we all know everyone is going to be fine at the end of the next movie; they’ll just use the infinity stones to bring them back. So the lack of reaction for everyone else is a bit of a letdown.

I’m intrigued by the idea that Tony Stark has to be alive for them to win; Strange said he’d seen only one reality where they beat Thanos, and then gave up the time stone when Tony was about to die.  The prodigal son who started the marvel universe has to save it.  And since everyone was sure that Tony would be the first to go, myself included, this is one good example of subverting expectations.

Bruce and the Hulk’s Dr.-Jekyl-Mr.-Hyde bit was kinda funny. I liked how Thanos delivered a beatdown on the hulk, because it was an example of training overcoming brute strength.

Heimdall??? dying??? um how about no.  my favorite asgardian is not allowed to die, 0/10 doctors recommend.  (he was crucial but his death was unsatisfying, just like Loki’s. there’s honestly not much about the scene on the Ark that I liked beyond the Hulk thing)

Thanos is alright as a villain.  His reason for committing genocide is kinda stupid, but can there actually be a good reason for genocide? not really.  the fact that he loved gamora is TOTALLY DEBATABLE I'm not cool with that. also pUT THAT HELMET BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME–

Thor has armor and a cape again, which confuses me because he looks much better in asymmetrical leathers, but thats an aesthetic thing.  His bromance with  rocket was very satisfying.  Groot making the handle for Thor’s new axe out of himself is priceless, although I’m a little disappointed they didn’t continue the idea of Thor being just as if not more powerful without his hammer. and that moment when they show up in Wakanda??? good shit, good shit.  chills man. was it falcon who was like “well u guys are fuckkng screwed now!” ? I concur, sam.

The moment when you realize Thor fucked up, oh shit he really fucked up, was also cool.  Its not stupid to aim for his chest; on any other man, it would have worked, and the battle would be over.  It just wasn’t enough this time. 

Gamora and Thanos both doing the “snap of his fingers” thing is a haunting echo.

notice how all the original avengers are still alive? we are definitely getting a boy-band reunion in the next movie, which I sincerely can’t wait to see. 

overall, I’m not disappointed by this movie.  there were parts they could have done better, but marvel hit all the big checkpoints with Infinity War, Pt. I.

[zig-a-zow]

As told by Aiden [Chapter 4: Watching and waiting]

Summary: Aiden Zhou had everything figured out. He was a Junior at high school, he would graduate in two years, attend a prestigious school such as Juilliard and become the best musician he could be. Of course, despite being practically a prodigy at what he loved, he had a lot to learn yet, especially the most important lesson: there was more to life than what he once thought.

Pairings: Aiden x MC (Grace Ashton)

Word count: 2826

Notes: Hello there! What is this, you might be asking yourself? Well, nothing other than what the title says: High School Story as told by Aiden. The events from the book, but from his perspective, plus extra scenes/fanon lore. There are significant changes in this story, though. For once, I have two MCs, best friends Grace and Callie. However, one of them will be significantly more prominent due to being Aiden’s love interest. Also, each chapter has its own song, cause how could I write about Aiden without music included? Click the lyrics to listen.

Taglist: @mlmseangayle @ravenclawpokegirl25 @poofboopmew @apluschoices 

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2  - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 (It’s right here!) - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 (Coming soon!)

Oh, you capture my attention

Carefully listening

Don’t wanna miss a thing

Keeping my eyes on you

He had been staring at his phone’s screen until its light stopped illuminating his face, and he could see his reflection on the glass.

The screen came to life again with a single tap of his finger, as he immediately deleted the message he had written but not sent.

Was he really going to text Grace? Right now, while laying in bed, unable to sleep?

It probably wasn’t a good idea, he told himself. They had been talking all night, and even if she seemed pretty… interested in him, maybe it was a little too much to talk to her now.

Plus, she was probably already asleep, like a normal person at 5:00am.

Aiden sighed deeply, leaving his phone on his bedside table and pulling his blankets to cover his whole body in a futile attempt to rest at least a few hours.

Next morning, he had a raging headache and wished he could stay in bed all day. Or maybe all week. All month…?

Begrudgingly he got out of bed, and left his house hoping for a little bit of quietness at school.

Which he didn’t find.

“Aiden! AIDEN, HOLY SH–!”

“Myra, language” he simply said, waiting until his friend reached their usual table at the cafeteria.

“You’re not gonna BELIEVE what happened today at homeroom!” she exclaimed as she sat across from him, a big grin of joy adorning her face. “Come on, ask me what happened!”

He sighed.

“What happened, Myra?”

“Okay, so Grace and Callie are sitting in the front with Caleb, right? And suddendly Brian comes in and starts acting like a jerk, so Caleb is fed up and they both get up, like, they’re gonna fight!” she started narrating, her hands gesturing as she spoke. “And Brian goes and punches Caleb when he’s distracted! And Grace is all like ‘Oh, no you didn’t!’, so she goes and…!”

Her hand turned into a fist, and she punched the air with a smile.

“BAM! Right in the face! And he almost falls on his back! It was hi-lar-i-ous!”

Aiden listened in silence, an expression of astonishment displaying on his face. He tried to imagine Grace, petite and dainty Grace, punching the school’s quarterback so hard that she made him stumble. It was surprisingly easy to picture.

“So Callie is all like ’Oooh nooo, don’t fight!’, and grabs Grace before Brian can hit back, and Vice Principal Isa came in right then! And she took them ALL to the Principal’s office! HOW COOL IS THAT?!”

“Pretty cool, if you ask me” they both turned to Ezra when they heard his voice, just as he took a seat beside Myra, grinning. “Yep, everyone’s talking about it. I think Morgan recorded it all, I hope she uploads it to MyTube soon.”

“Oooh, man! Why didn’t I think of recording it…?!”

“Wait a minute… are you two celebrating this?”

At his words, Myra and Ezra exchanged glances briefly before turning to look at him again, stunned expressions on their faces.

“Well, she did punch the biggest jerk at Berry High, so…”

“… of course we’re celebrating, you dummy! Here’s a better question, why aren’t you?!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t condone violence in any way, shape or form?” he replied to Myra’s rhetorical question with one of his own. “What Grace did was wrong, no matter how justified you might think it was. She lowered herself to his level, it’s as simple as that.”

Ezra smirked at that.

“Okay, you tell her that.”

“What…?”

“Hey guys” Grace’s voice startled him as she took a seat right beside him. She gave him a quizzical look before turning to the others, grimacing at their smiling faces. “Don’t tell me…”

“Aaah! Grace, you were so awesome!” Myra almost bounced out of her seat with excitement, her voice a squeal. “Remind me not to mess with you!”

“Oh, and Aiden has something to tell you” Ezra smirked mischievously, nodding his way as if to give him the word. “What was that you were saying right now…?”

“I, uh…”

Aiden stammered for a few seconds, suddenly feeling all his confidence and resolution go down the metaphorical drain. To his surprise, Grace barely turned to him with a tired expression.

“I heard him. What I did was wrong, I lowered myself to that idiot’s level. He’s right” she mumbled, casting her gaze toward the table in shame. She let out a long sigh of resignation. “Don’t get me wrong, he deserved it. And I’m not gonna lie, it felt good. But guess who was almost suspended and is now stuck on Homecoming committee?”

She half-heartedly pointed to herself with her thumbs.

“This girl.”

A moment of silence reigned between them, and Aiden took a good look at the girl beside him. She looked somehow smaller than before, and genuinely remorseful. He raised his hand a few centimeters, tempted to place it on her shoulder, before Ezra spoke again.

“Sorry, Grace. We didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything” he said with a soft tone, and Myra nodded silently by his side, a rare serious expression on her face. “It’s just, what you did today? It was great, even if it got you in trouble. You wanna know why? ‘Cause that guy always thought he was untouchable, he could do whatever he wanted, but guess what? He can’t, 'cause people like you are out there putting jerks like him in their places. So chin up, queen. You did good.”

Grace looked up at that, her dark eyes shinning slightly as a tiny smile started to appear on her face. Myra rounded the table to sit by her side and give her a quick hug, smiling encouragingly.

“That’s more like it! We’re not saying you should go around punching every person that looks at you the wrong way… though honestly, that would be pretty cool” she started, before catching herself, shaking her head quickly. “But seriously… giving the Brians of the world a reason to count their teeth? Yes, please!”

Just then, the bell rang. Several people started abandoning the cafeteria, and that included them as well.

“Thanks for the pep talk, guys” said Grace with a little smile, shrugging slightly. “I guess this could be worse…”

Aiden remained silent. He had heard lots of stories about how Maria Flores, his classmate and the person in charge of Homecoming committee, was like as a leader. They all agreed in the fact that she could be utterly terrifying.

But somehow he had a feeling that Grace would be able to handle it just fine. At least he hoped so.

A growing feeling of discomfort didn’t leave him alone for the rest of the day.

Aiden couldn’t help but feel guilty about the way he had spoken before. He dreaded the idea that his words could’ve hurt Grace’s feelings in any way. So he needed to talk to her so he could… apologize? He wasn’t really sure of what to do, but he had to do something.

He didn’t see Grace again until it was time for him to finally leave the school. He had just walked out of the band room after practice, and was approaching his locker when he could hear her cheerful voice calling his name.

“Oh, hey! Look, it’s Aiden!”

When he turned around, he could see her approaching quickly with a grin and a cupholder full of milkshakes, Maria following her at a moderate pace and clearly not as excited.

“Grace, we can’t stay for too long…”

“I know, I know! Just wanted to say hi!” she replied with a brief laugh, turning to him again. “Hi!”

“Hey… what are you doing here?” he mumbled as his eyes fell on the cupholder significantly.

“Homecoming committee… we had to go and get something to eat 'cause we all got hungry halfway through.”

Aiden was about to say something when he could hear Maria huffing at a prudent distance from them, probably unaware of him noticing her gesture of impatience. He sighed.

“It seems like you’re busy… but I need to talk to you” he admitted as he finally reached his locker, placing a few books inside. “It’s… moderately important.”

“Oooh, you got me at 'moderately’!” Grace had a playful smile on her face, so he wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not. “Tell you what, I’ll hit you up as soon as I’m able, okay?”

“Grace…”

“I’m coming!”

Grace winked before she walked away and joined Maria, who clearly was growing impatient by the minute. She turned around once with a smile.

“Talk to you later!”

“Yes, talk to you later!” repeated Maria as they both started to walk away, and seemingly realized what she had said a few second later. “Why did I say that? I’m not going to talk to him later!”

Grace laughed loudly as they reached a corner, and Aiden was barely able to hear them anymore.

“Don’t laugh, it’s not funny…!”

“But it’s super cute…!”

Aiden stopped for a second before closing his locker, his gaze directed toward the corner where the pair of girls had disappeared from view. He frowned slightly. Had he heard that right?

Had Grace called Maria cute?

'No. She thought what she said was cute. In a funny way’ he told himself as he shrugged, hanging his backpack on his shoulder. 'But what if it was… in a flirty way?’

Well, if that was the case, it was okay. Because Grace had the right to flirt with whoever she wanted, and he had no say in that matter, obviously.

He knew all of that, and still, he wasn’t able to erase that frown from his features.

He had patiently waited for Grace to call, but she didn’t.

At first he thought nothing of it, and distracted himself with simple tasks like composing a short piece for violin and making small talk with his parents while having dinner.

But as the night progressed, he started to feel… something.

At first, he was worried. Was she okay? Maybe something bad had happened. He contemplated calling her himself to check, but what if she was simply busy and his call was unwelcome?

Then he was somewhat disappointed. Maybe she just had forgotten, which was completely plausible.

Or maybe she was talking with Maria instead.

Aiden huffed as he finished drying his longish hair with a towel after a shower, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He frowned, though he wasn’t sure why.

He made his way back to his room and let himself fall on his bed with a soft thud, staring at the ceiling for a few moments.

He could feel his tired eyes give in after minute or two, and drifted to sleep.

Aiden wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but his phone rang on his bedside table and startled him. He grabbed it, half asleep, and let out a sleepy groan.

“You have to be kidding me…”

It seemed like Grace had decided that calling him almost at midnight was a good idea.

He felt tempted to ignore her call and resume his much needed sleeping… but he couldn’t do that. Well, he actually could, if it were Ezra or even Myra.

But seeing Grace’s name and face in his screen was somehow enough for him accept the call.

“Hello…?”

“Hey! Did I wake you up?!”

“Mhm.”

“Ohmygod, I’m so sorry!” Grace’s voice sounded a bit hushed, as if she were trying to keep quiet and failing. “I didn’t mean to, but I just now found a moment to myself.”

Aiden yawned as he sat down on his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes in an attempt to fully wake up.

“Why?” he muttered, his voice a bit hoarse from sleeping. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… I mean… well, Emma did something really dumb and brave today and needed some cheering up, so I had the brilliant idea of staying up with her and Callie for a while” Grace explained with a sigh, sounding tired as well. “I didn’t expect Emma to stay for so long. Her mom came to get her like twenty minutes ago.”

“And Callie?”

“She’s sleeping on the floor. I don’t know how she does it, to be honest.”

Aiden nodded slowly before remembering she couldn’t see him at the moment. He sighed deeply.

“Sorry, I can hang up if you…”

“No, I mean… I’m already awake” he mumbled, and it was only half a lie. “I might as well say what I wanted to say. It’s about what happened today.”

“A lot happened today” she pointed out, matter-of-factly. “Are you talking about me punching Brian or…?”

“Yes. Partially. Mostly about what I said later on, at lunch.”

Grace remained silent, and all he could hear for a few seconds was her calm breathing. He knew she was waiting for him to explain further, but couldn’t help finding the soft sounds oddly relaxing.

He shook his head, feeling himself blush.

“I meant to apologize, Grace. I was out of line.”

“For stating your opinion?”

“For the way I worded it, I suppose” Aiden looked up at the ceiling yet again, suddenly feeling like he didn’t really know what to say. “I felt… guilty afterwards. I did not mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Aw, Aiden… you didn’t. Really” she assured immediately, and he could almost hear the smile on her face as she spoke. “You were right. And it’s okay.”

“Maybe so, but…”

“If it makes you feel better… then I accept your unnecessary apology.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tone of her voice and the emphasis of her words. Her soft laughter made him smile.

“Thank you, Grace.”

“Don’t mention it. I guess I should let you sleep now” she muttered then, and he could hear the mischief in her voice. “Even though I don’t really want to.”

Aiden let himself slide in his bed until he was again resting on his back, and repressed a yawn. He was really tired, but the conversation was getting more interesting by the minute.

“Is that so?” he could also hear a rare glimpse of confidence as he spoke, and assumed it was only because she couldn’t see his blushing face. “May I know why?”

“I dunno. I really like the sound of your voice. It’s… deep but also soft? Like a constant whisper… if that makes any sense.”

Suddenly all that confidence he was building up once again drained faster than it had arrived. He swallowed hard, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment.

“Oh. Um… thank you? I think… uh…”

Grace giggled at that.

“You’re blushing.”

“N-No, I’m not.”

“You’re totally blushing. That’s cute.”

’Cute’.

Suddenly Aiden felt the need to hang up without any warning, and just go back to sleep, possibly with a frown.

But that would be too immature for him, so he sighed.

“I really should go back to sleep now” he said then, and he noticed that his voice sounded more serious now.

She noticed as well.

“Uh… sure. Of course. Have a good night, Aiden.”

And there it was again, that sting of guilt he hated so much. He sighed, his tone softening slightly.

“Good night, Grace.”

They both hung up at the same time, and as he was setting his phone aside, Aiden came to have an epiphany of sorts.

No matter how hard he was trying to deny it, it was very clear now.

He was jealous.

And he hated it.

Oh, you capture my attention

I’m anticipating

I’m watching and waiting

For you to make your move

Got me on my toes  

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1.17 Let the Right One In

There is a lot of plot in this episode.  

After her one normal day, Elena gets brought into the loop on aaalllll the tomb vampires being out.  Needless to say, she’s not happy about it, and since it’s actually due to Grams’s failure and that’s an uncomfortable thought, she decides to focus on Damon making a deal with Pearl. “It’s not like I had a choice,” he says, “she’s…scary.  Besides, she’s gonna help me get Katherine back!”  Now, Damon is definitely still interested in finding Katherine – but he hasn’t admitted as much to Pearl, so apparently he’d rather tell Stefan and Elena that he made a deal behind their backs than admit that he was threatened into complying and then got his ass kicked. Elena buys it: “Damon gets what he wants as usual, no matter who he hurts in the process.”  Damon just smirks, says, “Well you don’t have to be snarky about it.”  “I’ve earned snarky,” Elena retorts.  Damon gets to the heart of the issue: “Ugh, how long are you gonna blame me for turning your birth mother into a vampire?”  “I’m not blaming you, Damon,” she says, “I’ve accepted the fact that you’re a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities.”  

“Ouch,” Damon says.  Stefan steps in, says, “This isn’t…being…very productive.  We’re gonna figure out a way to deal with Pearl and the vampires, yeah?”  Damon just walks out.  “I’m sorry,” Elena tells Stefan, “he just makes me so cranky!”  Stefan pulls her into a hug, says soothingly, “Oh, I know, he makes everybody cranky.”  He reassures her that he and Damon are going to take care of everything.  “Well, what about me?” Elena asks. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”  “That’s exactly what you’re going to do because that’s what’s going to keep you safe,” Stefan answers.  “Which means nothing if you’re not safe too.”  “What do you mean, I’m perfectly safe!” Stefan says lightly.  “I have Damon the self-serving psychopath on my side.”  “Oh, that’s comforting,” Elena grumbles.  But actually, Stefan doesn’t seem very worried.

Matt confesses to Caroline that he yelled at his mom the previous night.  “If she would just try to try,” he says, heartbreakingly.  He gives Caroline driving advice for going to visit her father since it’s storming pretty badly, tells her to call him when she gets there, and kisses her goodbye.  

They’re so cute I can’t handle it at all.

Stefan tells Damon he’s going “hunting”, since the tomb vamps did a number on him and he needs to get his strength up.  “I have two liters of soccer mom in the fridge,” Damon offers.  Stefan just looks at him.  “…no? Alright, give my regards to the squirrels.”  Damon is fixing a clock in this scene for some reason??  We get a really silly shot of Stefan zig-zag jogging through the woods before he is grabbed by a handful of tomb vamps and stabbed.  Again.  

Damon notices he’s gone and goes over to the Gilbert house, where he politely knocks and waits for Elena to open the door before he barges in.  “You’re ignoring me,” he accuses.  “The six missed calls?” she says. “Sorry, my phone was dead.”  But when Elena finds out Stefan is missing, the antagonism quickly becomes shared, escalating worry.  Whatever Elena said about him and his self-serving psychopathy, it’s immediately clear that Damon’s concern about his brother is sincere, and that’s enough for these two to be able to work together.  Thus begins the next era of their relationship: the Stefan-centric stage.  

Damon bangs on the door of the tomb-vamp house and yells for Pearl; the main, revengey vamp, Frederick, says she’s not home. Then they drag Stefan out and stab him again while Stefan moans a lot and Damon watches.  Interestingly, Stefan doesn’t appear at all surprised that Damon’s come for him – where only a handful of episodes earlier, that would have been pretty unthinkable and/or suspicious.  And Damon, for his part, is openly suffering seeing his brother in pain.

Elena is down the road waiting anxiously in the car, but gets out to run with her umbrella to meet Damon, who’s drenched. It’s visually STUNNING, and I’m sure symbolic if I could be bothered to think about it.  “Why are they doing this, what do they want with him?” she begs. “Revenge, they want revenge,” Damon says, helpless.  “We’ve gotta do something,” Elena says, edging towards hysterical.  “I know.”  “We can’t let them hurt him, we’ve gotta get him outta there!”  “I know, Elena!” Damon takes her face in his hands, looks into her eyes, and says intently, “I know.”

Stefan’s strung up with vervaine ropes, getting tortured. Harper bursts in, yells, “This isn’t right!”  The revengey vamp gives a long speech about Miss Pearl not being in charge, and all of them definitely being back for the sole purpose of revenge. Harper: “THIS!! ISN’T!!! RIGHT!!!!!”  *Donna Meagle voice* Oh Harper, you’re fine, but you’re simple.

Damon and Elena corner Alaric, who is – as usual – lurking around the school after hours.  “Well, don’t you look…alive,” Damon says.  Elena explains, “Stefan’s in the house.  Damon’s a vampire, he can’t get in. We need you.  I would go, but –”  “But your life is valuable,” Damon finishes for her, “yours on the other hand…is…”  “Stefan told me about your ring,” Elena supplies. “What about it,” says Rick, surly. “Well let me recap,” says Damon, “you tried to kill me, I defended myself, you died, and according to my brother that ring brought you back to life, am I leaving anything out?”  “Yeah,” says Rick, “the part where I try to kill you again, only this time I don’t miss.” Elena steps in between them, says, “Mr Salzman please, it’s Stefan.”  “I’m sorry Elena,” Rick tells her, “it’s not my problem.”  “Well that’s a shame, because the woman in charge of the crowd could help you find your wife,” Damon pipes up.  “You’re lying,” Alaric says.  “Am I?” says Damon.  It’s more or less the exact same tactic Pearl used on Damon, only this time it straightforwardly works.  Gee golly, these two men are a lot alike.

Meanwhile, Jeremy has been making shockingly bad decisions as always.  “Come on you can’t keep saying no to me,” he teases Anna.  It’s immortality, Jer, she definitely can.  “Why do you even want this?” she asks, “give me one good reason.”  He can’t think of anything.  Then, Anna accuses him of only liking her because of what he wants from her. He denies it, and offers to give her his bracelet – which would be symbolic, if he knew what it was.  Anna says he should keep it.  Finally, he explains himself: “I wake up every day and I feel okay, but there’s something missing…You should turn me because I don’t have anything else.”  Anna tells him there are four reasons vampires turn people: 1) to have someone to do their dirty work, 2) revenge, 3) boredom, which never turns out well, and  4) you love someone so much you’d do anything to spend eternity with them.  Jeremy doesn’t fit any of those categories, and so she won’t do it.

Damon, Alaric, and Elena talk game plan over a case full of vervaine darts.  “Just get me in, I’ll get Stefan out,” Damon says.  “That’s your plan,” Elena says skeptically, “you’re just going to take them all on yourself?”  “I’ll be a little stealthier than that,” Damon tells her.  She picks up one of the darts.  “Whoa, what are you doing,” Alaric says, panicking.  “I’m going with you guys,” Elena says.  “Nooo,” Damon says, “no no no no, no way.”  “You need me,” Elena insists, “I’ll get in, you distract them, I’ll get Stefan out.”  “You’ll get yourself killed,” Damon corrects, “you’re not going in there.”  “I’m going!” Elena repeats stubbornly.  Damon ignores her, turns to Alaric: “So when you get me in, get out as quickly as you can, ‘cause I know how to sneak around where they won’t hear me, you’ll basically just be in the way.”  “Damon, now’s not the time to be the lone ranger,” Elena puts in derisively.  “Fine, Elena, you can – you can drive the getaway car, hmm?” He gives her a fake smile which quickly turns serious as he reiterates, “You’re not going in the house.”  “You can’t stop me,” Elena tells him, “it’s Stefan we’re talking about here, you don’t understand!”  “Oh, I understand, I understand!” Damon says, mockingly. “He’s the reason you live.  His love lifts you up where you belong.  I get it.”  Elena was already rolling her eyes at him a few words in, and now snaps, “Can you just not joke around for two seconds?”  So he doesn’t, and says with voice-shaking intensity: “I can’t protect you, Elena.  I don’t know how many vampires there are in there.”  He snaps his fingers.  “That’s how long it takes you to get your head ripped off.  I have to be able to get in and get out, I can’t be distracted with your safety.  Or, this will end up a bloodbath that none of us walk away from.  Including Stefan.”  And he doesn’t mention Stefan to get to her - his voice breaks on his brother’s name.  This isn’t revenge, isn’t pride.  He really, genuinely is just as worried as she is.

“I know,” he says, quietly, “I get it.  I understand.”

Alaric, who by his face has only just realized exactly how complicated this situation into which he stepped is, says in an attempt to regain control, “Look, if we’re gonna go, let’s just go.”

Rick, you have no idea.  

Stefan and Harper have a heart to heart.  “Thank you…for trying to help me,” Stefan says. “They just needed someone to blame, to punish,” Harper tells him.  Their rescuers arrive.  “Elena…you shouldn’t be here,” Stefan says.  “She was supposed to stay in the car,” Damon says, and goes to kill Harper. “No! Not him,” says Stefan. “Whatever,” says Damon.  They get Stefan out of his ropes, Stefan and Elena de-stake Harper.  “Can you get him to the car?” Damon asks Elena.  “Yeah,” says Elena, then, “what about you?”  “You rescue, I’ll distract,” says Damon.  Alaric saves Damon’s life; Pearl gets home in time to save them both from the remaining tomb vamps.  Elsewhere, Frederick has run straight to their getaway car and broke it, and then laid in wait for Stefan and Elena, for maximum drama.  He stabs Stefan a couple more times, before Elena gets him in the back with the vervaine dart.  

Frederick starts to stir, and Stefan is in no shape to deal with him.  Elena offers him her bleeding wrist.  When he tells her to run, she says she trusts him.  He feeds on her.  It’s weird. But he gains back his strength enough to over-zealously kill Frederick, and when Elena starts to suggest that maybe five stabs is enough, he growls at her.  He’s ashamed, she’s shocked.  Honestly, this whole scene is so Twilight I can’t even stand it.

Back in Mystic Falls, Matt’s mom is trying to try – she’s made a casserole.  “Hey mom, what’s going on?” Matt asks.  “What does it look like,” she answers.  “I honestly wouldn’t know, I’ve never seen it before,” he says.  There’s a knock at the door, Matt goes to get it – it’s Caroline, looking pitiful. “What happened to you?” Matt says teasingly, and then Liz steps into frame.  At the grill, Mayor Lockwood starts blabbing about Vicki’s body being found in front of Tyler and Jeremy.  I really hate that guy.

“What you did today, coming to help me,” Stefan tells Elena, “you could’ve been killed.”  “I know,” she says.  “And what I did, I’m sorry…I’m sorry that you had to see it.”  “I’ve just never…you were like this other person,” Elena says, “and I made you –”  “No, no, you didn’t make me do anything,” Stefan assures her.  “You were saving my life, and I was saving yours. Everything’s gonna be okay.”  This conversation is troubling on two levels.  One: Elena says Stefan seemed like another person because up until now he’s acted like another person – like a non-vampire person.  Her acceptance of him was premised upon him pretending to be something he’s not – not super strong, not needing blood to live.  This is a problem.  Two: I know the “You were saving my life and I was saving yours” is very classic epic-love tropey, where anything at all can be justified if it’s done for the other person…but either justify your actions on intrinsic terms (healing and self-defense, respectively) or admit that maybe you’re not the fully righteous good guy.

At the very least, I’m glad Elena doesn’t have to live with lying to her oldest friend anymore (as much), and can comfort him like she’s been wanting to since Vicki died.

Damon sits down next to Alaric at the bar, says, “That was fun!  …oh don’t look at me like that, I know you hate me.  Guess what, everyone hates me.  But you can’t deny, we were bad-ass!” Alaric punches him in the jaw and leaves – I’d guess he’s more upset with himself for saving Damon than anything else.  Damon shrugs it off.

Anna figures out that Jeremy only wanted to turn to be with Vicki.

And Damon walks into the Salvatore house to find empty blood bags everywhere.

Just when they found an equilibrium.

Eyebrow Watch: “Am I leaving anything out?”

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00:53 21/06/2021

Hello again <3

so i think im gonna write about my mental health today because i dont feel like i have anyone who understands fully apart from myself maybe so i need to Organise my Thoughts. as a kid i had a pretty normal childhood, a mum a dad and a brother - pretty nuclear right. but as a child i felt like my family maybe wasnt quite right, that this wasnt supposed to be what family is? perhaps. - i was scared of my mum a lot because she wasnt very understanding of me - and i was a great kid, never getting into trouble, very good at school, no issues whatsover. the thing that really shows how i thought of my relationship with my mum was when i was like maybe 8 or so having a parents night and at it my teacher had nothing bad to say apart from i was kinda bossy in group settings (im sure i dont need to explain how misogynistic that actually is- i was not bossy i was a natural leader) and when i got home my mum told me off for that and i felt like she was kinda cold to me and not taking all the good things about me into consideration when telling me off for that.

i feel like thats a really defining moment in my life when i realised i cant expect adults to Understand me, realised how people treat young girls, also started my defiant behaviour maybe or was kinda one of the key moments that made me dislike certain authorities in my life, that if people wont understand me regardless of how i explain myself then i wont bother trying to be understood by people who wont matter to me. anyway yes i was scared of my mum-like petrified sometimes- but my dad wasnt great either, he also had his shortcomings. i feel like he never really cared about me like he was kinda apathetic towards raising me like a parent - i feel he would be better suited as an uncle to someone rather than a dad - the funny childish guy that makes kids laugh -not the uncaring dad that cant be bothered to really learn about his kids. and i feel im sitting here complaining about my parents when the fact is that a lot of adults should never be parents, society has conditioned people into thinking the only way to be fulfilled in life is to live vicariously through your kids when life gets to such a boring and monotonous place where you feel the need to create a new life to spice things up lmao. i feel a lot of parents regret having kids but they cannot express that regret because it was their choice and they should deal with that, also saying you regret it would be pretty horrible to the kid.

so while yes i am complaing about my parents i dont think they were Bad in any way just not that great yaknow. also i just notice all these things growing up and i feel its been pretty impactful to understanding myself and my parents. also just some anecdotes from my childhood - i used to watch my dad play video games like the uncharted games i think theyre called, and whenever i got scared i used to hide behind the couch until the scary part was over (usually a lot of guns and high energy fight scenes thats too much adrenaline for a 7 yo) and sometimes when i would take out my dad/brothers game i would get them to fo the hard parts and do other stuff myself - i dont remember many games i played apart from one of the spidermen games where u could just web around the city and not progress apart from sometimes you would come across some strippers and i accidently got into a fight with them (also hot women with umbrellas they use to fight- maybe i went near them on purpose) i would yell to my dad and get him to do it for me. also on new years eve whenever my mum was working and we werent going to any family parties we would make a bunch of food and put it out in the kitchen - wed make like homemade onion rings, chips, have crisps and dips, and a bunch of junk basically and watch like austin powers or some shit and genuinely miss those times they were so simple. but a lot of thats tainted now from what happened. also my brothers always been annoying as shit but when we were kids we couldnt be in the same room without arguing which like whatever thats how kids are esp brothers and sisters for some reason.

i think thats majority of the background needed for the rest. wait this is a little addition but i meant to mention this here so ill put it in- basically sometimes on holidays i would geniunely think my parents hate each other/ were getting a divorce like once when we were in florida in 2012 my dad convinced my mum (as well as me and my brother convinced her since we liked them) we convinced her to go on a water slide thing that u had to walk up the stairs for, it was outdoors, and it was kinda tall and then we got in one of the big donut things and it swooshed from side to side a lot and was generally pretty scary i suppose for someone who doesnt like rides esp since you had to hold on to the handles there were no buckles or anything, and so when we got off the ride my mum was big mad at my dad and like wouldnt talk to him and stuff like that which was pretty uncomfortable to have to be the 8 year old mediator of that but there was also another occasion i think (maybe also at florida) where they were made at each other and i asked my mum if they were getting divorced and all she said was 'ask ur dad' like???? no sort of consolation to this child who thinks their parents hate each other nooo just petty 'ask him' and theres also been other times when they fight/ are mad and they dont feel the need to hide it from us so i felt quite anxious around my parents sometimes.

so ahnyway . yes. when i had just turned 13 my parents split up and it fucked me up in a multitude of ways. also i cant beleive i stopped being a proper kid at 13, like as soon as i turned a teenager life hit me like a fucking truck. so the context as to why they split is still kinda lost to me ngl but they didnt tell me much anyway since i was young but my mum basically said my dad didnt love her anymore and he wanted to separate. its kinda funny because leading up to this my dad had been sleeping in the living room for like a few weeks and there was on and off fighting i could hear and i basically thought they were fighting over me and that i was in trouble and it kinda used to keep me up coz i could hear loud voices when they thought i was asleep- which is probably the cause of why i get veryyyy mad and angry when i hear my mum at like 1 am downstairs when shes drinking and im trying to sleep, probably something ive internalised (is that the word?) and made me respond so strongly to those type of noises.

anywayyyyy yes i thought i was in trouble when they were actually just getting a divorce so ... yeah you can really tell i was young and didnt understand adult issues or really couldnt figure this out myself from all the arguing and him sleeping downstairs lmao. anyway my dad moved out and it was just me my mum and my brother now and at this point my brother wouldve been about to turn 18, so although still kinda shit, not really as affected my it as a 13 yo, just to keep in mind. so i was devastated obviously and my whole world was kinda shattered but i had to hold it together a bit, also i was sometimes my mothers own therapist having to say things like 'everything happens for a reason' 'itll get better' in response to her deteriorating mental health and her questions that would be really hard for me to answer like 'why did he leave' etc (bish im a child be there for me not wallow in ur own pity, u have ur whole life to sort this out youre an adult, im a 13 you and only months away from wanting to kms hun think of ur CHILD please) anyway this left me feeling like a burden if i were to share my mental state because when my mum shared her stuff she was burdening me (AGAIN i was 13 she is an adult) so that made me bottle a lot of things up also the fact that i had no one to share it with because she works as a nurse and now shes a single mother and so she works almost all hours of most days and i dont see her much, my brother was either working at this time or just didnt give enough of a shit about me to make sure i ate.

i went from being catered to for every meal because i didnt know how to cook to suddenly no one being there for me so i had to learn how to do it myself. needless to say that lead to a bunch of unhealthy eating habbits like eating the same things every day - frozen pizza, cheese toasties, i cant think of anything else probs because i didnt make anything else just ate chocolates or didnt eat breakfast coz i woke up at 2pm. just general unhealthyness both in substance and like how healthy that was for my head yk. also this is during the summer btw so it gave me the option to be incredibly depressed - im not saying that as an edgy teen thing to say im being 100% genuine i was very depressed like textbook style - not eating or overeating, not showering/ taking care of myself, extreme lack of energy and hated doing social things coz i had to put on a farce that i was okay meanwhile i couldnt wait to get into my bed and sleep the next day and a half away.

i very vividly remember at the start of the summer holiday my friend asked me if i wanted to go out and do something and i rememeber just crying at that because i had no reason to say no but i just didnt want to and felt like i couldnt do anything and so i lied and said i wasnt feeling well and then put my phone down and curled up in my bed and cried coz i was frustrated and upset and i couldnt really understand what was wrong with me and why i was Like This.

god i didnt take into account how tired i was and how late it is when i started this huh, this isnt even half of it, but i have obligations in the mornign, the last until uni or whatever so ill put this in my drafts and finsih it somethime. alrigtht it is 02:08 btw z_z. also ive just now decided im gonna re organise my tumblr so if this ends up being an actual blog thing i can navigate it easier by adding tags and such. anywau goodnight.

20:21 30/06/2021

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MY LAPTOP SHUT DOWE IN THE MIDDLE OF THSAT SO ITS ALL GONE BASICALLY I WAS DEPRESSED BURTNOUT GIFTERD KID AND IT SUCKED YADDa YADDSZ ANYTWAY

so

23:01- well. yes earlier i wrote a little about the ages 13-16 and how they sucked but whatever it got deleted the more pertinent stuff happened in the last year or so anyway.

um yeah so i started the last year of highschool as a 16 year old with a fucked up brain and never having learned any study techniques or work ethic in the slightest. i took 3 uni-level courses only one i actually wanted to do, most people take 2 at most or even 1/0 but do other classes. honestly it fucking sucked this year for school but i scraped all passes so thank god for that. so i started the year quite optimistic, or as much as i could be and in all fairness the content of this year wasnt actually that bad considering i was doing 3 hard classes but corona really truly fucked everything up and by November i had mentally dropped out of my classes but of course i still had to go to them. i feel like im an oddly independent teen because ive never had a solid parental presence in a while, like i had to do a lot for myself and maybe i should thank myself for getting me through it all because i really did pull through.

my thoughts keep drifting from what im writing coz i wanna talk about different things and im just thinking maybe i shouldve just posted the last one then added a reblog when i could be bothered to write and not force myself because if theres ever a reoccurring theme in my life is that if i force myself to do anything i will hate it with my entire being, so maybe i should just do a short synopsis and write about something else afterwards.

so i took 3 hard classes, slowly lost all motivation because in jan it switches to online classes and i could Not deal with those it was horrible, and i became more of a "troublesome student" in one of my classes *cough* maths *cough* and almost got "kicked out" of taking the class just because the teacher was a control freak but like wanted to control all of our actions and behaviour, also i think i may have adhd and another kid in my class i think he does too and surprise surprise the teacher "dislikes" him too but its only a farce because he doesnt actually dislike him its only so that i cant call him out for singling me out when other students behave "badly" too. but anyways maybe ill come back to this in a while when i can be arsed explaining my complicated relationship with my parents.

the only reason i wanted to write this today was so that i could tag the post with like june 2021 or something and not june/july, but i might make another post later, Anyway happy end of pride month i supose, hope u figure it out me!

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will you write for be my princess 2 too? if not, can i request a body swap fic between joshua and roberto? I have an OC name Alla if you can use her :) but if you write for be my princess 2, sieg and oliver please :)

The sun rose on another beautiful morning in the kingdom of Altaria. The gentle sunlight filtered in through the curtains bringing light to the room. I slept peacefully next to my beloved Roberto; being a prince he doesn’t always get to sleep next to me, so I make sure to treasure these precious moments.

“Hngh… “ I awoke to the sunlight hitting my face. I Rubbed my eyes as I yawned and sat up in bed. I turned to greet my darling husband who must be exhausted after yesterday as he was still sleeping.

(Hehe. I love when I get to see his sleeping face.)

I lean closer and remove the blankets, “Huh.“ But I’m not met with the sight of my prince… “J-Joshua? What are you doing in bed with me?!” I just about scream and break out into a panic when I see none other than Joshua sleeping besides me.

(How did he get here and what did he do to Roberto? Wait. I am in my room, right?) I quickly looked around, it definitely was the room Roberto and I shared.

Joshua awoke with a fright due to my panicked scream. “I-Is something wrong?” He bolted up in the bed, quickly looking around but calmed down when nothing seemed wrong.

“What. Why are you so calm?”

(Joshua should not be acting so calm waking up in bed next to me. Something is definitely wrong.)

Joshua cocked his head, confused and then started to smile. “Oh. I get it. I’m supposed to be in shock waking up to my beautiful wife.” Joshua chuckled.

“Wife? Joshua, did you hit your head… I am married to Roberto, not you. What are you doing in bed with me?” Joshua had stayed at the castle that night after spending the day in meetings with Roberto.

(Are they playing a prank on me? Joshua doesn’t seem the type to go along with something so childish but maybe Roberto pressured him into it…)

I couldn’t think of any other reason to explain what was happening. Though I felt rather miffed Roberto would allow another man in bed with me.

“Whaaat?!” Joshua seemed genuinely surprised by my words. “But I AM Roberto.”

“What did you say?” I looked at him with wide eyes and my mouth slightly open.

(Impossible. This is too weird.)

The next moment there was a knock on the door followed by a rather urgent voice.

“Roberto…?” The voice was Roberto’s. I wasted no time dashing to open the door.

Roberto looked past me and to Joshua on my bed, “You. Why are you in my body?” He said in a serious tone.

“Uh.” I couldn’t believe my ears, “Whaaat? You mean you two swapped bodies?”

Joshua, who was actually Roberto, finally realized what was going on and why I was acting strange.

“Wait. I’m in Joshua’s body?” Roberto ran to look in a mirror. “Ahh!” Roberto gasped, frozen from shock. Joshua turned to me and gave me a sharp look, “I’m not sure what is going on but as long as things remain this way there will be no funny business between you in my body. Got it?”

(F-Funny business?)

“You mean I can’t kiss Alla? Nooo!” Roberto hung his head, acting like the world was ending. But no sooner did he pick himself up and marched up to Joshua. “If I made love to Alla in your body wouldn’t that mean she’d be having your baby?”

“Huh?!” Joshua and I were both equally flabbergasted by Roberto’s statement.

“That’d be terrible. I would be the one who made love to her but it’d be your child she would have. That would not do at all. I can’t have my future heir being your child just because I was in your body at the time!” Roberto was being so serious about it but Joshua and I were struck speechless.

Though, Joshua wasn’t speechless for long as he nearly blew up. “What are you saying? Are you stupid?!” He said rather loudly.

“What?” Roberto was now the one speechless from Joshua’s outburst.

“Do you really think I would let you defile my body in such a way. If I said you couldn’t kiss what made you think you could go as far as making babies with my body? And are you trying to say you are planning on getting her pregnant this very moment? Because I think not!” Joshua said, his eyebrows twitching and the whites of his teeth slightly showing as a deep scowl overcome his features.

(Wow. I didn’t know Roberto could make expressions like that. He sure never does it when he was himself.)

I thought it was actually rather sexy seeing Roberto, even though he was Joshua right now, getting so worked up.

“I guess that’s true. I do need to talk to Alla first before deciding on making babies.” Roberto sighed before starting to laugh while scratching the back of his head.

(Damn straight. There will be no baby making without my approval. I know you want kids Roberto but now is definitely not the time.)

It surprised me to also see expressions and gestures Joshua had never done while he was in his own body. It just showed how different the two princes were.

“So? What now?” Roberto asked Joshua who had finally calmed down.

“Now that I don’t have to worry about you doing weird things with my body, we probably just have to wait this out and hope we return to normal soon.” Joshua looked like he had given it serious thought and was taking the situation more seriously than Roberto was.

“What if it takes all week. How will I survive not being able to kiss or…”

“Roberto!”

“Fine…”

Roberto moped about while Joshua sighed at him, shaking his head.

“I have to return to Dres Van. I can’t stay here.”

“Oh, yes. That’s right.” I nodded. Joshua did have to return home.

“You know what I mean?” Joshua narrowed his eyes at Roberto, seeing if he’d catch on.

“Since I am you… Wait. You mean I have to go back to Dres Van and leave you here with my Alla?” Roberto suddenly looked very serious. He latched onto me and held me tight, “I can’t leave her with you.” He shook his head.

(When did I marry such a child?) I sighed.

“Gross. Don’t get so close while in my body. I don’t want you accidentally kissing.” Joshua immediately peeled Roberto off me and glared at him. He then sighed, “Since I can’t have you making a fool of me we will work something out so I can remain here for a few days longer. Hopefully we return to normal in that time.”

Roberto breaks out into a grin at Joshua’s idea. “Joshy, you are the man.” Roberto was now hugging Joshua.

“G-Get off me. Do you know how strange it is to be hugged by my own body?!” Joshua shoved Roberto away. I felt sorry for Joshua, Roberto definitely could be hard to handle.

(But I love him just the way he is.) That’s my Robbie. Never change, Roberto.

After that the three of us stuck together like glue. Joshua made sure to never take his eyes off Roberto lest he do something stupid and Joshua has a heart attack.

“Tonight we’ll sleep together.” Joshua said to Roberto.

“Sleep with you? C'mon. I can’t sleep with you.” Roberto looked at Joshua strangely.

“I won’t allow you to sleep with Alla while you are in my body. Deal with it.”

“But…”

“I won’t change my mind.”

“Yes, mother. Are we sleeping in the same bed?”

“Mother?” Joshua was shocked, his eyes twitched even more. He must be at his wits ends by now. “Sleeping in the same bed? Gross. No way. You can sleep on the sofa.”

“Hey. Why do I get the sofa? That’s cruel Joshy.” Roberto began to pout. Roberto really did look like the little child and Joshua the strict parent.

(Ahaha this is so funny. I never thought I’d ever see them act this way. …Though I hope my Roberto returns to me soon.) While I did enjoy myself seeing everything unfold I dearly wanted Roberto to return to his body so we can go back to normal. I missed his touch. Even worse, I will miss sleeping with him if things don’t change back soon.

I bid goodnight to the princes and wished Joshua luck as Roberto continued to whine to him while Joshua tried his hardest to block him out.

“He wished he swapped bodies with me. Haha. Roberto you are adorable but I am completely 100% against that idea.” That was what he told me before I left the room. Just thinking about Roberto being in my body and the possible chaos that could unfold made me shiver.

It was going to be a lonely night without my dear Roberto. Knowing he was asleep in another room and with Joshua of all people made me feel rather sad.

(It can’t be helped. He isn’t himself after all and as long as he is Joshua I probably wouldn’t be comfortable…) Even knowing that my heart ached. I made a wish before falling asleep. I wished to see my darling Roberto in his own body in the morning. I wanted a good morning kiss. Thinking that I soon fell into a deep slumber.

“So cute.”

“She must be in a deep sleep, she doesn’t even realize I’m here.”

“Maybe I should kiss her.”

“Mmm…” I started to hear voices. I didn’t know where they were coming from.

(Mmm what is this sensation on my lips?) Feeling a warm sensation spread through my body I opened my eyes.

“Huh?” I was shocked to see Roberto right in front of me.

“Surprise.” He looked at me with a cheeky grin.

“Wait. Aren’t you Joshua?”

“No, silly. Joshua wouldn’t kiss you. He is totally against that remember? He wouldn’t even let me make babies with you.”

“What?” I was still in a daze. It was too much for me this early in the morning. “So you are Roberto?”

“Yep. Joshua already went home. He was relieved to be himself again when we woke up this morning. He was so fed up with me he couldn’t wait to leave.” Roberto said, chuckling.

“Roberto…” I sighed slightly, smiling. I felt sorry for Joshua but I was relieved to have Roberto back. I looked at him with a playful grin, “Give up with the babies already.”

“Aw. But it will happen one day.”

“Of course. But not yet.” I say and grab his shirt, “For now just kiss me already.”

“Hahaha. Did you miss me?”

“You better believe it. I want you so much.” Roberto already spent the past several days busy with princely duties, I was already missing him then and when we finally had time alone he was stuck in another man’s body, It’s only natural my body craved him right now.

“It wouldn’t do as your husband to not fulfill my wife’s needs. I will have to fix that.” Roberto said and slowly kneeled on the bed as his lips came closer. We fell back onto the bed in a heap, his lips enveloped mine. His kiss was hungry, his lips yearned for mine. We seeked each other out over and other. We longed for each others touch. Nothing was going to separate us any longer.

I had no idea what caused the body switch but if it was some kind of divine punishment then I promise I will do my utmost to never sin again. I never wanted to separated from my beloved Roberto ever again.

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Self-destructive tendencies - Tony Stark x Reader

Summary : Reader is in love with Tony, but Tony is dating Pepper…until she dumps him, and the Iron Man keeps coming to our dear reader for comfort (nothing sexual...yet). Warning for language.

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You always had a massive crush on Tony Stark, even though he was quite a bit older than you. And when he started dating his long time “assistant” Pepper Potts, your heart shattered. In a way though, maybe it was for the best, he didn’t have exactly a good reputation with his relationship with women…

They stayed together two years, and one day, she broke up with him. And the reasons why didn’t surprise you one bit. He was a difficult man to live with. But you couldn’t help but think Pepper should have known better. Like, she knew him since a long time, and she knew how he was…So why get with him if she couldn’t handle his way of being ? Especially since Tony actually put in a lot of effort in. He stopped drinking, he tried to remember important dates such as birthday and anniversary, even her name day ! And he often took her out, just the two of them…

But she wanted more, apparently. She wanted him to stop being the Iron Man and take more care of her. She wanted him to change some important parts of his personality…and that just couldn’t work. You didn’t get it. Again, she knew how he was, and she knew some things would stay the same…So why breaking up with him for those reasons ?

In your eyes, she just didn’t love him enough to accept all of him. And it broke your heart a bit, because no matter how much of an asshole Tony was, he deserved better. He deserved someone who understood that, since he got kidnapped in Afghanistan, and since the Alien attack on NYC, he wasn’t the same man anymore.

But what could you do ? He’d never look at you in another way than a little sister, you were too young. And he was still in love with her…

You were brooding in your office one late night when you heard a knock on your door. Only one person could come knock on your door at 4 am…

Tony fucking Stark. And he was drunk. So drunk.

-Heyyyyyyy youuUUUuuuUUuuuu. Came by the neighborhood, thought I’d…Check on you or something.

He tumbled inside your small apartment, and you sighed. Here we go again. Since his bad break-up, the Iron Man had taken a habit of coming to your place very late, very drunk, just to talk. Sometimes he’d just come to crash on your couch. He was coming because you were listening, truly listening, and not just waiting for your turn to speak. And because you were the only one to not tell him to fuck off…You were the most patient person ever, and you genuinely were worried about him. So you’d just listen for hours, trying not to doze off, and then fall asleep in your armchair as he fell asleep in your couch.

-Hey Tony. What’s up ?

-Hum…The ceiling ?

You rolled your eyes. Such shitty jokes he had sometimes.

-Yeah, right. How are you ?

-No no no no, today, I wanna talk about how YOU are ! We always talk about me…I already lost someone because I didn’t listened enough, I definitely don’t wanna loose you…So…Talk.

You looked at him curiously. Was he serious ? Tony Stark wanted to talk about someone else besides himself ? He sat down on your couch, and patted the place next to him. Slowly, and unsure, you went to sit next to him.

He threw an arm around your shoulders.

-Go ahead honey, tell me all of your problems and stuffs.

-Hum…Well…my boss is kind of an asshole, he made me wrote the obituary section this entire week, even though I had great stories about you guys, the Avengers, and stuffs…He just stole my stories and put his name on the article…

Tony nodded, not saying anything, and you kept going.

-I feel like I’m so far from my dream of becoming a renowned journalist. I never have a chance to prove myself you know ?

Once again, he nodded. And you went on and on and on about your life, telling him everything. And he listened, for real. Until you had nothing left to say. It felt so good to finally have an ear too, and not just be the one fixing and listening. You talked for so long that Tony had mostly sobered up. And he was still awake.

-I’m going to buy your boss’ newspaper and make you the new editor in chief. Fuck that guy. And if I can’t buy it, I’ll just make a newspaper for you, it’ll sell for sure, because you’re writing is amazing…and because I’ll own it.

He made a comment about all of your problems, and you just smiled at him. Imperceptibly, you guys were getting closer and closer, and soon, you were laughing, your head on his shoulder, his hand softly caressing your hair.

-And so…That’s all ?

-Yeah, that’s all. I have less problem than you Stark.

-Not very difficult, I’m a problem magnet with some self-destruction tendencies.

You pulled away from him, and he gave you a weird look. Was that disappointment because you left his side ?

-Self-destruction tendencies. Fuck that Tony. Are you really going to fall back in your old vices because you got dump ? For real ? It has been months man, get over it ! Get over her ! You’r the goddamn mighty Iron Man !

He just stared at you, stunned. But he wasn’t surprised because of your little rant…

-Wait, you think I started drinking again because of Pepper ?

-Well…Duuuh.

He smiled smugly. You wanted to hit him in the face.

-Oh Y/N, that’s not it at all…When is the last time I talked to you about Pepper ?

-Hum…

-See, you can’t remember. It’s because it was months ago. About a week after she broke up with me.

You didn’t answer.

-Pepper and I, I think we secretly knew it would never work. She wanted me to be someone I wasn’t, and I…I was lying to myself when I said she was the one I truly wanted.

-You were ?

You raised an eyebrow. How many times did he babbles endlessly about how in love he was with her ? How many times did he broke your heart by talking about how amazing and smart she was ? Many, many fucking times. What he just said was genuinely surprising you.

-Yeah. I thought it’d just be easier you know. We knew each other since a long time, we were friends, both sexy…

You laughed and hit his arm. Yes, they were sexy, but damn he didn’t had to be so pretentious about it.

-So what ? You don’t sound like you were lying to yourself…

-I was because I knew she would never accept me just as I was. There’s only one person that ever did that, and she’s siting right next to me, thinking she was so clever about hiding her crush for me. Spoiler : she wasn’t. Still isn’t.

You froze, ignoring the beginning of his sentence to focus on the end. What ? He knew ? And he never said anything ? Bastard. This was not a subject to joke about. Couldn’t he have just act as if he didn’t know instead of making a fool out of you like such ? You quickly stood up.

-You knew.

-Haha, of course I knew darling. It was kinda obvious really, and cute, how you always gave me puppy eyes and such. It’s all good really, I…

-What are you doing Tony ?

-Well if you’d let me finish, I was actually telling you I realized…

-That the ridiculous little girl you hung out with sometimes was in love with you ? That you thought it was “cute” and so you kept on giving her false hope ?

-What ? Nooo, not at all, it’s quite the opos…

You didn’t listen to a word he was saying, too mad about the fact that he knew and gave you false hope by always coming to see you. What else could it be other than just playing with you ? He never made a move, not even once, and Tony Stark would totally make a move if he liked her…He wasn’t a shy guy… so he was obviously not interested…

-Just get out Tony.

-Y/N I…

-Get out !!

-No, I want to…

-Alright, then I’ll get out.

Before he could react, you had took a jacket and your car keys and ran out, tears in your eyes, living a speechless Tony behind you. He slumped back down on the couch, and took his head in his hands. He messed up again, and the worst thing was, he didn’t even understood where he went wrong.

You drove for miles before you realized you might have overreact a bit. He had this effect on you. Could push all your buttons down in an instant. Usually, he would apologize. But this time…well…It went a bit too far for your taste. You were always there for him, how could he play with your heart like that. He just knew, and never said anything. He thought it was “cute”, as an adult could find a six years old in love with him/her cute…

The next few weeks, you sleep at your parents’ house and ignore all of Tony’s call.

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Down in his shop, Tony was furiously forging a new armors. It was the 152nd of the week. Pepper, who had to ask him important things about Stark Industry came in his work area and stared at him for a moment before clearing her throat. He turned around.

-Oh, it’s you.

-Were you expecting someone else?

-No.

-Really ? Not even Y/N.

He raised his head swiftly and glared at her.

-I take it you still didn’t tell her then.

-She didn’t give me any time to tell her. She bolted out as I was starting my declaration, and now, I have no fucking clue where she is.

-What?

-She thought I was mocking her Pepper.

The redhead smiled. It didn’t really surprised her.

-Tell me everything that happened.

He told her.

-I understand now why she thought you were mocking her. You didn’t really used the right words Tony, especially since you know she can be very quick tempered sometimes, and act before she thinks about the situation…I don’t think she even realized she got mad until she was miles away, sitting in her car.

Tony looked at her with a sad smile. He still didn’t understand.

-You know, I used to be so jealous of her. Even when we were together, you’d take a lunch date out with her over one with me. I know you never cheated, but…I also always knew you were in love with her, not with me. Thing is, I loved you, and for some reason, you gave me a chance and not her.

-I’m sorry Pepper…I thought you’d make me forget her. Because…because she’s so young and so fucking nice…she deserves better than an old and rude man like me…

-And yet, you went there to tell her you love her.

-Yeah, I was drunk.

-Were you really ? Or did you just realized you were being an idiot by not taking your chance at being truly happy ? I feel like by dumping you, I made you realize it. And  I know you didn’t drink a drop of alcohol. Admit it, you were acting drunk just so that she’d help you.

-…Maybe.

-You’re kinda cute when you want Tony. And I think you shouldn’t give up just yet.

-She’s quite a stubborn woman and she hasn’t returned any of my calls Pepper, and I don’t know where she is…

-Yes, you already said that…I might help.

-What ?

-Well, you remember you bought the newspaper she was working for ?

-Yeah ?

-All employe have to give emergency contact, in case something happens to them. Hers was you…and her parents. I’m pretty sure she’s at her parents…

-Pepper, you’re the greatest !

-Of course. Go get her tiger !

With a kiss on her cheek, Tony ran out.

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You were helping your father with the animals of the family farm when you heard the familiar sound of a certain red Audi R8 e-tron rushing on the dirt road guiding to the farm.

You quickly took shelter in your house, running to your bedroom. From your window, hiding behind your curtains, you looked as Tony came out of his car and walked to your father. At first, your dad seemed to be cold towards him…but then he smiled at him, and nodded towards the house.

You heard Tony coming in and talking to your mother, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. Ear on your door, you rushed away from it when you heard a knock.

-Y/N ? Y/N can I come in please ? It’s me, Tony.

-I know who it is. Have you come to mock me again ?

-Listen Y/N, I didn’t mock you. Maybe you took it the wrong way because…Well, honestly, I don’t know, I don’t understand women most of the time…But what I understand is my feelings toward you. So open the door so that I can say I love you.

You opened your door and stared at him.

-What did you say ?

-Oh, good, you opened. Y/N Y/L/N, I love you. Loved you since the day I met you. Will always love you, as cheesy as it sounds. And before you ask, I never said anything before because…self-destruction tendencies. I made up excuses. You were too young, you deserved better etc etc…While I knew it was all bullshit. I know we’re made for each other. The only reason I never said anything, is that I was afraid to live, really. With Pepper, I knew it wasn’t going to last. With you…I want to built a life with you. Here. I said it. Now, please, talk, because I’m getting very awkward and…

You shut him up by crashing your lips on his. He responds immediately, and you take him in your rooms. You were undressing each others when you heard your dad’s voice.

-I’m nice enough to let you talk to her while she didn’t want to, but not nice enough to let you sleep with her under my roof !

You smiled, and he chuckled. After a few hours, some nice cups of coffee and piece of pie later, you were on your way back home. Or rather, Tony’s home, which, in a few months, would also be yours.

That night, you made love all the way threw the morning.

The next day, pictures of you and Tony holding hands in the street where on every magazines, with the headline : “Who’s the mystery girl with Tony Stark ? Another adventure without tomorrows, or is she there to stick around ? We give this relationship two months max” and other nice titles guessing how long Tony would be with you before being bored and tired and moving on…

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Years after, you were still with Tony. Everyone agreed to say it was a miracle. You didn’t think so. You knew him, who he really was, and you fully accepted him. As he did you. So, obviously, you were going to work.

Actually, things worked out so well between the two of you that you ended up getting hitched, which might have been a miracle really. And then, it kept working so well, that you made babies…Two boys and a girl, as brilliant as their father, as cunning and quick tempered as you.

Years after, you were still with Tony, and fuck anyone who thought it would never last, because they obviously knew nothing about true love.