#I just got very distracted ugh I feel honestly pretty mad about it

[creamecream]

Name: Vampyressa Graywing

Nickname(s): Vampy

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Humanoid bat monster

Birthday: April 12th

Pet: A gray-purple vampire bat named Dotty

BFFS: Batrina Graywing (sister) Myskia Graywing (sister)

Romantic Interest(s): Johnny Spirit (ex-boyfriend)

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Name: Batrina Graywing

Nickname(s): Batty

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Humanoid bat monster

Birthday: April 12th

Pet:  A gray-purple vampire bat named Dotty

BFFS: Vampyressa Graywing (sister) Myskia Graywing (sister)

Romantic Interest(s): Kieran Valentine (ex? boyfriend? leave her alone...)

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Name: Myskia Graywing

Nickname(s): Minnie 

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Humanoid bat monster

Birthday: April 12th

Pet:  A gray-purple vampire bat named Dotty

BFFS: Vampyressa Graywing (sister) Batrina Graywing (sister)

Romantic Interest(s): Ava Trotter (ex-girlfriend) Bonita Femur (crush?)

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hermes

Hey guys, still doing what I can to stay healthy (and entertained) in quarantine. Staying still, keeping calm, and trying not to exert myself too much because of the shortness of breath thing going on. My lungs just can't get enough air it seems… 😅 Anyway, I've gotten a lot of suggestions on this series and I'm excited to keep it going. Just going to be a tad slow until I'm feeling better. Thank you for the support, y'all!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

Lucifer

Oh no… it’s everyone’s worst nightmare… Another Mammon, but competent. Devil help us all…

Had he known who their father was, he'd have never assigned Mammon to watch over them. Hell, he would have made sure those two never even met. They became a new handful for him to manage from the day they first arrived…

When even more things started going missing around the House than normal, he knew he had made a grave mistake… They were clever, quick, and skilled. About the best WORST combination for a burglar to be…

Worse still, they were fast on their feet. He would pretty much have no way to nab them on foot and always had to resort to his wings or magic to have any hope of catching up to them… At least Mammon usually gets himself cornered!

But, paradoxically, he also came to notice that the mortal had an odd honesty streak to them... Like, they’d steal but they’d always admit to it, unlike Mammon who would try to deflect till he was blue in the face.

Were they proud of their work, maybe? Or just didn’t see the point in trying to get away with it...?

There would be several occasions where they’d take something, sell it with Mammon, and then steal the thing back later just to put it back where it belonged, seemingly never with Mammon’s permission to do so either… 

Is it better that they returned the stolen item or worse because their actions went from just robbery to a full-on scam? Either way, it gives him headaches trying to deal with it…

He pretty much gives up getting the mortal to stop after 6 months, they are legitimately that good, but makes them swear to always put back whatever they take at some point. It seems to work out and he lets more things slide, but please someone get them out of here soon… 

Mammon

Soulmatesoulmatesoulmatesoulmate, or maybe more accurately “Partner-in-Crime” but that means pretty much the same thing to him anyway. 🤷‍♀️

He’s never met a person better at thievery than they were. The day they met, they managed to pick his pockets without breaking a sweat (or a finger) and that was it. He was in love.

They could teleport! Actually teleport!! Suddenly, NOTHING was off limits to him any more! Lucifer’s rare records? Easy. Levi’s secret safe? Cakewalk. The Castle vault?? Child’s play!! It was like they could steal anything they put their mind to!!

He didn't even have to worry about them when they made getaways because they were fast too, the two actually have parkour races through the streets for the hell of it!

On top of all that, they were wicked creative. He’d come up with a money-making scheme then they’d offer him all sorts of little tricks to help get away with it...

HE’D have never realized that they could turn themselves into rats in order to frighten and sneak past Barbatos, but they thought of it the instant they heard of his fear of things. They're a mad genius!!

The only real downside was they seemed to like stealing for the sport of it instead of for the money… so they always steal back whatever they took.

That kind of defeats the purpose of all that work in the first place, right? Ah well, at least that's more money for him.

These two pretty much became a walking menace to Devildom society- Sorry, not sorry.

Leviathan

Not another Mammon!!! WHY?! What did he do to deserve this?!?

When he started noticing that EVEN MORE of his stuff was going missing than usual, he straight-up flipped! Like, had the mortal not been pretty tough in their own right they would have been Lotan-chow. End of discussion.

… And then they started using their powers for good? Kind of?

Like, first off they would always give back what they stole, which was a nice change from Mammon. Annoying, but at least he didn't have to go buy replacement games or anything…

And then they started stealing him limited edition merch or tickets and stuff because they… liked him?? He guessed???

Why else would they go to all the trouble of swiping one of the five ultra-rare Kitsune Ruri-chan figurines from its original collector? He would have had to pay Mammon half his tail for something like that but the MC just brought it to him one morning because they could!

Is… is this love? Has he grown to love that which he hates?! What is even happening anymore!?! Who is he?!? 😫

Eventually he has to reconcile his conflicted feelings by dubbing them the real life Peony Phantom Thief, Jane and even making them a cosplay. Yes, they have to wear it when they bring him things. No, it's not weird, shut up.

Satan

He wants to be irritated, no - furious, that they keep taking his stuff… But he’ll be damned if they aren’t making Lucifer’s life a living hell right now. 😏

He's honestly not even sure how they managed to swipe half of the priceless portraits in the Castle (a considerable feat since there's one for Every. Room.) but they pulled it off in under a week. Barbs didn't even notice the replicas…

If that's not mildly terrifying, he doesn't know what is. Who knows what things he could be missing at any given moment...?

At least the mortal had the good sense to return his things, unlike Mammon, which gets them off his shit list for the most part. 🤷‍♀️

It helps that they’re also impressively well-traveled. They claim to have been across every human continent and sailed every ocean. Though he was skeptical at first, just hearing their stories eventually convinced him.

What sort of person has sailed the Amazon River, hiked through Arctic tundra, seen every major capital city, and still had time to explore the sights of the French Riviera?

One that has magical teleportation powers apparently.

Frankly, he could listen to their stories of the human world all day and still ask for another. He's told them that they may as well just write a book of their own for him at some point, it'd be beneficial to their poor vocal chords.

Asmodeus

Ugh! Really? Another thief in the House?? Wasn’t one hard enough to deal with?!

Honestly, stolen beauty products aren't exactly something you can just sell or give back, so unfortunately a lot of Asmo's clothes/accessories get targeted and he is NOT happy about it...

Around the time his favorite scarf was stolen for the third time, he was about to gut the mortal himself, but they struck a deal with him. They could nab his clothes SO LONG as they returned them with an extra little "gift."

Jewelry, perfume, creams, nail polish, etc. Asmo kept a running list and pretty much treated his thieving friend like a less moral version of Akuzon. Whatever he asked for, no matter how rare or expensive, they always got their hands on so who was he to complain?

He once decided to test them by asking for the Hope Diamond - which they got for him - but he made them return it after a week after the curse on it made him ruin a particularly intricate manicure so…

Like Satan, he's also pretty impressed with all the places they've seen. He's pretty traveled in the human world himself so they exchange travel stories all the time!

He may bother them to him out traveling from time to time. There are so many gorgeous and romantic places to visit in the human world after all, it's not like anybody could stop them from just… popping in to have a look. Right? 😏

Beelzebub

They learned very quickly that his food is absolutely off limits and after that, they were good.

Seriously. Beel caught them once trying to swipe a piece of pizza from his dinner and he nearly ripped their arm off for it…

But on the flipside, he also knows that he can go to them if he REALLY needs a snack and is short on cash. 

It's pretty comical watching the fleet-foot mortal running from angry demon vendors with a basket of stolen apples for their buddy… But he appreciates their enthusiasm! 🙂

Beel actually likes to hear about their travels too, but mostly what they've eaten. They can keep him enraptured for hours by describing all the food they've come across in the human world…

Watch out for the drool, though.

Since they can teleport, they'll sometimes pop up with a human world treat for him and the man internally swears his undying love for them every time...

Outwardly, though, he just smiles. 'Cause he's a sweetie.

Belphegor

They… they opened the attic door on, like, the first day they met… They didn’t even make it look that hard, they had some kind of knack for breaking and entering…

Seriously, imagine the look on his face when they just walk into the attic to say hello… He had this whole, “Lure and Trick the Human” plan all thought out then they pulled out a magic lockpick or something and BOOM! Freedom!

He laughed, perhaps a little closer to the edge of sanity than he was intending, and he tried to attack them but they were so damn fast he couldn't land a single hit!

Damn was it embarrassing when the others came in…

MC: "LUCIFER! LUCIFER!! There's a monster in your attic!!!"

Lucifer: "That's not a monster that's my brother!!"

MC: *stops midway through kneeing Belphie in the stomach* …. Ooooooooh!

MC: Whoops. 

It was a… rocky start.

After they settled their differences quelled Belphie's bloodlust he found that they kind of grew on him rather quickly… Something about that mischievous energy and how much they gave his brothers (minus Beel) grief with it.

He absolutely helps them with their plans if it will annoy Lucifer in any way. Occasionally, they'll even take Belphie out on raids instead of Mammon.

Turns out he's surprisingly good at distractions because all he has to do is pretend to fall then take a nap. People around him will legitimately believe that he needs medical attention so the MC can sneak through crowds undetected...

Of course, Mammon gets PISSED when they do this, though. How dare his baby brother try to steal away his perfect partner!! Get your own damn mortal, Belphie!!! 🤬

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 Episode 3: Gang of Secret

(Spoilers below)

-So they just beat a villain, and Ladybug is acting SUS. Like she doesn't Want to leave yet. Hmm

-Chat noir YOU SLICK MOFO. (I dare not ruin it, because I am laughing at it)

-She is still not over her break up. So I guess Lukanette stans, get whatever remains of your juice while its there.

-Ladybug ... sweetie. Do you need a hug? Cause you look like you need a hug.

-Chat noir realizing his idea was NOT very smart after that.

-Ladybug ruining experiences for a LOT of couples today

-Chat noir trying to help, but Ladybug aint telling him

-They are going swimming now. Chat noir for once, is not thrilled about hanging out with Ladybug... thats a YIKES.

-She has goggles and a towel, so she did go swimming.

-The Kwami see her in pain, QUICK, TEAR DOWN THE PHOTOS.

-She said no tho, but clearly sad about it.

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-So Alya is giving the girl posse the rundown on Marinette. Claiming she is lovesick.

-Rose thought they were cute, and Juleka says nothing. Is it wrong that I want Juleka to have an opinion? Whether positive OR negative

-Juleka is like "Yea, he is sad." shows picture of sad Luka. Though to be fair, that is a decent pic of him.

- So Alya is LAST to know. Double ouch.

-Marinette was crying in the bathroom, baby girl no!

-MARINETTE OMG! HOW DOES SHE HAVE THAT?!

-Alya out here trying to be a good friend. By showing Marinette she has support. (She aint even mad that she was last to find out. She is more concerned about her friend)

-THEY HAVE A SECRET HANDSHAKE!

-They calling her now

-She didn't answer. She is too sad

-So she won't detransform and talk with tikki. Can I PLEASE give her a hug. She needs it.

-Yo... Marinette has zero concern for herself and only detransformed when she thought it was causing strain on Tikki.

-Mylene offering friendship bracelets. Never change dear.

-Okay so are they witches now?

-Alix is like 'Can I not be in a ritual, Id rather give her some juice'

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-Marinette sad cause Ladybug can't have a boyfriend. Cause even if she dated Adrien, it would be the same as it was with Luka.... Tikki knows that aint true but can't say why. UGH! This is pain

-Did Tikki just confirm Kwami can't fall in love? NO! MY CHEESECAKE!

-OH S***! So now she gonna be Perma ladybug?!

-So the girls showed up as soon as ladybug left. This isn't good.

-And of course Marinette is TOO GOOD at making s***, so they curious about the new dollhouse

-OH S*** THAT WAS CLOSE!

-And things going to s*** in 10, 9, 8

-Oh no... this... this is not good. Marinette sweetie no. No please.

-Look can we take a second and APPRECIATE HOW HARD ALYA AND THE GIRLS ARE GOING FOR MARINETTE! Did the writers see all of the alya salt and say 'Yea f*** that noise'? Cause I feel like they did.

-Okay so I know Marinette just didn't want to expose her secret... but damn girl... THAT was harsh.

-Marinette literally going scorched earth for being Ladybug... Okay, this episode PHYSICALLY hurts me. SHE DOESNT MEAN IT GIRLS. PLEASE DONT HATE HER.

-Shadowmoth could you not. Like seriously?! COULD YOU F***ING NOT! MY BABY GIRL IS IN PAIN AND I WILL GO THROUGH MY SCREEN AND [Redacted]

-And then you'll have to f*** sideways.

-So first 5 way akumatization

-So can we talk about how the last 3 akuma were after the secrets of Marinette. well 2, but the other one was Adrien. But still. A Lot of Hawkmoth saying 'F*** this individual in particular'

-THEY JUST WANT HER TO STAY THEIR FRIEND! OMG I CANT EVEN BE MAD.

-I wish I could understand Juleka. Can someone please just translate with what she is saying. It was funny in truth, but I want to know

-OH Timebreaker and Horrificator are BACK. Yay, I missed them

-Just realized how AMAZING their Gang of akuma are. Like damn, thats like a super team of evil. Yea sure

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-Not to nitpick, but Marinette, you should have led with that box.

-TRIXX IS GONNA USE HIS POWERS OMG FINALLY! A PURE KWAMI POWER. We haven't seen that since Plagg.

-Damn that was a really boss illusion trixx. But question, how was that out of control? Like if anything, that was BETTER then when the user used it.

-Trixx makes a really good point. WHY DOES HE NEED A HOLDER AGAIN?!

-OH, HE WAS LYING. EVERYTHING LOOKS F***ING BANANAS.

-Trixx is now my second favorite Kwami.

-PLAGG! MY SON! HE IS IN THE EPISODE! I MISSED HIM. Also, surprisingly knows.

-Plagg cares about other Kwami.

-Adrien just chilling, watching tv. XD

-Timebreaker casually committing murder

-Hold it, Okay so why are so many people in school right now? Ivan is there, chloé and Sabrina? Oh my tomato son too. Can someone tell me wtf is up with this school schedule?

-Fragrance/Reflekta Power combo is amazing.

-Wow, this gang is MEGA DANGEROUS

-So yea Ladybug. Maybe... idk... TALK WITH CHAT NOIR ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS!?

-So they really gotta plan this time.

-Ladybug smart to disarm Ladywifi.

-Ladybug trying to get lady wifi to fight the akuma. This is touching

-SHE DID IT! ALYA BROKE FREE! LIKE A MOTHERF***ING BOSS.

-No, shadow moth, you's a b***

-Loving this Alya- Ladybug friendship

-Chat noir looking boss by fighting 3 akuma at once while on the phone. Chat noir Leveled up.

-So Ladybug can now pull the miraculous out of anywhere because she has guardian status. Thats a cool trick. Makes it much easier.

-Thats a secret tho, Alya got trusted with a big secret.

-RENA ROUGE IN THE HOUSE!

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-And Chat noir is captured... but in his defense. He did have to fight 4 at once this time. So that took longer than usual. So no shame kitty. You did well.

-Lucky charm is an inner tube

-Clever illusion. POINTS! Using the goal of the akuma to distract. Alya gets gull points!

-WOW! REALLY CLEVER ILLUSION.

-Ladybug suave catch of rose tho.

-So that was probably the best Group akuma attack since Heroes day (and honestly it probably tops it)

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-Marinette patches things up with her friends. That is a relief. She was able to somewhat explain her issues up to the point. Without spilling the details.

-Marinette has some really good friends.

-Alya knows that not everything has been told... Hold on DONT TELL ME.

-Oh wow, Marinette is breaking down.... My poor baby girl is hurting real bad.

-OH S*** SHE SAID IT! SHE TOLD HER! SHE TOLD ALYA!

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wow this episode... This one hurt. This one hurt a LOT. But also, it was really good.

Okay so, 10/10.

I haven't been this enthralled with an episode in a long time.

Are there one or two nitpicks? Absolutely.

Do I wish somethings were not mentioned? A little bit.

Am I glad Alya knows? Out of everyone, she is the second person I wanted Marinette to tell.

(The first one being chat noir, but lets face it, we kind of knew that won't be happening for a while.)

So can Alya salt stop now? Cause Alya CLEARLY showed how much of a motherf***ing boss she is.

But damn I didn't feel this emotional since Chat blanc.

I DONT EVEN CARE THAT THE AKUMA WERE REPEATS.

That was OBJECTIVELY, one of the best episodes in the entire series.

This made me rethink my favorite episode. THATS HOW GOOD IT WAS.

Season 4, You keep doing what you are doing. Your writing (minus some very minor nitpicks) has been pretty damn good.

[amazingphilza]

study buddies :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some headcanons if the mcyts were trying to help you do hw :D

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

tommyinnit

i feel like he’s the type to be in a long discord call with you whilst you both try to finish your work

mans uses the screensharing feature like there’s no tomorrow

“y/n watch my stream on discord and help me guess the answers”

“tommy no! i haven’t even taken a film class before”

“your guess is good as mine”

“just cheat and google the answers!!!”

“fuck you”

he actually just wants your attention because he’s bored out of his mind doing homework

five minutes later of asking you to help him guess questions he’s like

“hey y/n”

“what now?”

“let’s play bedwars”

“oh my god shut up!!!”

if tommy has to speedrun something before a deadline, it is a whole different story tho; he will be so focused on completing that he won’t hear what you’re saying

if you’re struggling in math, you’re on your own

“math is shit, only numbers i need is my primes and youtube analytics” says tommy any time you complain about math

besides the fact he isn’t good at solving math problems, you can’t even read his handwriting if he did try showing you how to do a problem

“okay, y/n, it’s simple, just look” he says in his kareninnit voice and everything

you’d be like “is the variable a G or a 9??”

“fuck you that’s a 4!!!”

tubbo

i don’t know if tubbo ever talked about school before but something about him makes me think he’s actually pretty good at math

like he can explain a few things when it comes to math / algebra

CODING GO BRRRR

no geometry or calculus though, anything past algebra will go bad

if tubbo is doing homework with you, he will definitely tune you out

“hey tubbo can you help me on this question?”

you don’t get a response until like 20 minutes later

“oh yeah, what was it y/n?”

like now you answer? i just got the answer myself after so long, forget you smh

“oh nothing tubbo, nevermind!”

but you’re still grumbling in your head because if he answered just a bit earlier you wouldn’t have gone through the work of finding the answer online

i can also imagine if you’re taking chemistry tubbo is like ;

“oh you’re taking chemistry? let’s make some bombs!” /lh

tubbo would definitely pull an all-nighter with you to finish your projects together

if you had a group project, he would make you do the writing part while he does the drawing part

“we definitely aced this project”

“of course we did, if i made you draw we would’ve ended up with stick figure diagrams”

“TUBBO. THE FUCK?”

ranboo

okay i know ranboo said he isn’t a theatre or band kid (unless im wrong and forgetful) but i feel like he’d be somewhat educated in the topics nonetheless

half the time he’s great moral support, helping you stay motivated !

the other half is him making fun of you

“i cant believe you’re failing, that is so sad, can’t be me”

“it’s literally an honors class, ranboo! it’s supposed to be hard!!”

“taking an honors class willingly? also cant be me AHAHA”

i honestly can’t see ranboo going to school like i know he’s a minor and said he had zoom calls before and plays volleyball but like did i miss something? has he dropped out yet? like something about ranboo does not scream “student” /lh

besides that, i’m not sure what subject he would actually be good in,,, but something about nutrition/health sciences,, he knows a few things

don’t get me wrong, i don’t think he actually likes the subject but somehow remembers what he learned from the class

also gives me the type of energy of the type of person to take a first aid class to be a certified person to do cpr on someone just to kill time during his lunch breaks for a while or something

“i am a certified cpr person”

“my life in ranboo’s hands? oh god please no”

you two would probably joke about the ‘bad’ people in your classes or talk shit about your schools than actually doing anything homework related ngl AHAHAH

“you think your school is down bad? mine went back to campus full time after like 6 months into quarantine because they were running out of money”

“what the hell y/n? your school is a scam, drop out”

“arghhhh i knowww”

“i bet i make more money than your teachers combined AHAHAH”

wilbur soot

he doesn’t seem like the best person to ask for help for homework but can info dump you on very specific historical events + a bit of geography

i kinda see him as the person you can ask to proof read an essay for you and would help it improve immensely

who needs a thesaurus when you have vocabulary boy wilbur?

i dunno if it’s an american thing only or at all, but if/when you get to studying hamilton in your english class, he will get so fucking excited

“no wilbur it isn’t fun! imagine listening to lin-manuel miranda rap ‘alexander hamilton’ at the white house from like 2009 on repeat for over an hour whilst trying to write an analysis about it!! it was so distracting”

“well clearly someone has a personal problem with mr lin-manuel. if i were you, i’d be singing the whole thing”

is this last bit personal and complete spite from my freshman year english class? yes. i do not care? no. /hj

unrelated but i actually scribbled nice guy ballad lyrics and other songs on my english scratch papers in freshman year but anyway

probably isn’t the best person to be in a call to do homework with but wilbur doesn’t mind you ringing him occasionally sometimes

i dunno i can just see him easily get bored of the silence or something but also doesn’t want to bother you too much

but he is genuinely proud of you whenever you tell him you aced a big test you were studying for :D

philza

this man’s bad advice is as bad as him trying to help you on any subject

he’s an old man so /hj

but like honestly, he hasn’t been at school for so long, phil can probably only help with the most basic things when it comes to school

if you have a wack teacher that makes you collect data through surveying people, phil would be one of the best people to ask! straightforward and won’t take too much of your time compared to other people ahem,,

statistics things ! sobs

if you ever complain a lot about your classes and contemplating dropping out and stuff, he will def scold you hard

“ugh phillllllllll can i just like,, never go to school again?”

“do not drop out”

“argh fine, i won’t just ‘cause philza minecraft said so”

honestly if you get a high score in a big test like your sats/gcse’s (whatever you’re taking from wherever you are) he’d probably order you a small meal or something to celebrate :D

like how phil bought ranboo bought him food to his house, it would start as a joke but when you get your test scores back he’s like “YOOO GOOD JOB Y/N”

expect a left meat pizza coming to your house .

technoblade

like wilbur, techno is also helpful when it comes to history!

def knows a decent bit of literature too

besides that i don’t really see him being that helpful

even if he was supposed to be an english major

he will just get mad at the school system for teaching you useless things

“being in school is good but why do you need to know how to know if something is a triangle or not? i can obviously see with my eyes that it’s a triangle”

“i dunno! ask the person that made up geometry”

“just look at a kaleidoscope and be over with it, it isn’t that hard”

“that isn’t how it works—”

“bruhhh”

if you’re looking for the person to call while doing homework, he is not the person /lh

it’s either like 0 or 100 with techno

he can just completely not say anything and ignore you or go on a full rant about whatever class or homework you have

if you have an essay you need written, it will take a lot of bribing but he might take the opportunity if you are rich

“techno i’ll paypal you $10 please help me”

“no. i can make 10 times that amount in 5 minutes if i just started streaming right now”

“techno i don’t have that kind of money! pleaseee”

“no. instead of complaining, you can use that time to actually start you work”

“you’re the worst”

then you speedrun the essay and get an A just to spite him

[newtonsheffield]

Ahh Yes, here I am again with something that nobody asked for

(@hella-sirius, @sassynach)

Now this is an AU of my Bridgerton and Sons AU based on that Spicy Sunday post from yesterday

I present That Boy™️ Anthony Bridgerton and "Ugly Duckling"🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 (We all know there's no such thing) Katie Sheffield

"Hey Bridgerton, Heads up!" A voice called through the crowd, and Katie's head spun towards the noise before she could stop herself. And there he was. Anthony Bridgerton, hid dark hair falling in his eyes, curling a little around his ears, his tie loose and his blazer a little askew, backpack hanging off one shoulder, a delighted grin on his face as he jumped a little to catch the rugby ball tossed his way. And Katie hated that her breath caught and her stomach rolled.

It was so so embarrassingly stupid, the way she couldn't seem to stop the heat from rushing to her cheeks whenever he was around. It had been like that from the very first time she'd seen him, when she'd stood at the front her english class and been forced to introduce herself at the beginning of term, freshly granted a scholarship. e'd looked up with polite interest while she spoke her name softly, and then taken her seat and he'd smiled softly at her, his eyes looking so ridiculously kind and something about it had stuck with her. So effortlessly handsome for a 17 year old.

Of course, he hadn't looked at her since, and why would he? She was a nobody and he was captain of the rugby team, on the debate team, a straight A student, they just weren't really in the same circle and it was fine. At least he was nice to look at.

A shove from behind knocked her off balance, her mind distracted not able to catch herself quickly enough, she went sprawlling on the ground, right at his feet. Katie felt her cheeks burn with humiliation, her glasses skidding some distance away from her as Cressida Cowper's voice rang out. "Shit, Sheffield, you should really watch where you're going." humiliated tears stung at her eyes as she sighed, scrambling around and then her glasses were right in front of her, being held out by a hand. She took them gently, sliding them back in place, her breath catching again as the face smiling kindly down at her came into focus.

"Are you alright?" Anthony's soft, deep voice asked. Kate felt her heart stutter, her mind whirring, barely able to get a word out. "It's Katie right?" She forced herself to nod. "Are you alright Katie?" He asked again, his eyes skimming over her. "Yeah, just a dented ego, I'm sure I'll survive to tell the tale. Maybe I'll get to sell my story to Good Morning Britain." She forced herself to say, something, Anything, her words a sarcastic drawl. She cursed herself. Anthony's eyes widened for a moment and then his laughter boomed through the hallway, sending Katie'd heart skittering after it. "That's a story I would love to see." He said softly standing, and holding out his hand. She took it gently and he tugged her firmly to her feet, though she stumbled a little, his hands shooting out to steady her resting on her waist and she felt her cheeks burn. "You're sure you're okay?" He said again, his eyes ghosting over her again. She nodded more firmly this time. "Cool, Well I have to get to Rugby practice, but um, I'll see you around Katie!" He said walking backwards away from her a smile still on his face. "Yeah, See you, Anthony!" And then he was gone, Katie's cheeks burning her heart letting out a familiar broken rhythm.

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"You absolute fucking idiot!" Anthony hissed at himself as he marched out of the school doors, towards the rugby field. "Oh I'll see you around Katie! That was your fucking chance!" Anthony could still feel his hand burning from where he'd held her hand in his own, his heart racing as she'd stumbled against him.

From the very second he'd looked up in English and seen her standing there, nervously looking around the room, Anthony had known that he'd never think about anything the same way again. Her hair was like a dark curtain, curly and a little untameable, her eyes shining intelligently behind her glasses, the fluorescent lighting bouncing off her cheekbones. She was absolutely stunning, his breath caught in his chest and he burned with a curiosity to know everything about her.

He'd stood, when class finished, trying to make his way towards her, desperately trying to scoot past Cressida Cowper who was valiantly trying to get his attention, but she'd disappeared out of the door before he could reach her. He'd tried, so many times in the lat few months, to introduce himself, to talk to her about something, anything, but every time he got near her, his palms would get so sweaty, and his mouth went dry and he couldn't seem to stutter anything out. And then she always walked away, barely even noticing him. Like some kind of untouchable angel. Every time she walked past him he was seized by the mad urge to yell out. You're really pretty! Which he was sure would only get him suspended for harassment. Honestly, there was just something about her that seemed to turn him into a complete idiot. And now he'd really done it.

"Jesus!" He cursed again, throwing open the door to his locker in the change room, dropping his bag inside. "What's ticked you off?" Simon Basset's bored voice said to his left. Anthony sighed. "I just talked to Katie Sheffield." He muttered, his cheeks burning. Simon let out a gasp. "You finally did it! You finally talked to her?! Mate that's awesome!" Simon said clapping him on the shoulder happily. Anthony groaned again. "No, it wasn't awesome. I mean it was, she's really pretty, and she's kind of funny as well." He said, falling against the seat, kicking his shoes off. Simon groaned. "Oh man, she wasn't interested? That sucks dude." "I didn't even ask her I basically just stared at her like an idiot and then I said I'll see you around. I just... I can't seem to talk around her! Like am I an actual moron?!" Anthony said a little wildly, brandishing his hands like a madman. Simon chuckled. "Yes, but I don't think that's the problem here." Anthony scowled, "Look at it this way, at least you talked to her right?" Anthony nodded, "And she didn't run away from you screaming?" Anthony sighed again, "No, if anything I ran away from her. Ugh, She's going to think I'm such a loser." Simon slapped his shoulder sympathetically. "Try again tomorrow dude."

It was what Simon always said, but this time, when he closed his eyes he could see the way hers had looked at him so curiously. And when he saw her walking into school the next day, he couldn't help himself from calling, screaming really "Hey! Katie! Wait up!"

Again, sorry about me, obsessed with myself I suppose

[aerialflight]

Fic Recs (cause it's always nice to give a shout out and get people into things I'm into rn)

[The Magnus Archives] (I recently finished the podcast and I fell into a hole for a while so here you go)

Sing a Song of Sixpence by Kaiel

Ship: Jon/Martin

In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.

Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

(The new mythology interwoven with tma's worldbuilding is so freaking good and I love how all the characters change and develop because of these changes. Also, f you Elias)

Along Came a Spider by Dribbledscribbles

Ship: implied Jon/Martin

Sasha James is the Archivist, as expected. Martin Blackwood is menaced by Jane Prentiss, as expected. Elias Bouchard weaves his web, as expected.

All goes as it should.

At least until something calling itself Jonathan Sims steps in.

(Web!Jon in this makes me want to weep, it's so freaking good. A pretty long, very excellent oneshot on what could've happened if Jon got taken by the web when he was a kid. And Sasha as the Archivist is ALWAYS so cool, we love her in this house.)

A Break in the Clouds by Ash_Rabbit

“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”

“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-

“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”

(I never thought about what the Original Elias could've been like AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE OF THIS FIC. I LOVE HIM, HE'S COMPLEX AND HE CARES AND JON CARES AND THEY BOTH CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. THIS IS THE CONTENT I WANT, OMG. Also, Jon being even smaller than usual is adorable, so cute. No wonder Elias wants to hug him, a LOT.)

See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World

Ship: Jon/Martin, Jon/Oliver Banks

When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.

(One of my all time fave fics in this fandom, no questions asked. I have reread this three times and am open to doing it again, god. Vast!Jon, such a concept. It's written so beautifully and the relationships Jon develops, so good. ugh. My heart. Please please read.)

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Ship: Jon/Martin

“Come in, Martin,” he says, not looking up from his notes.

“Hi, Jon,” he says, and Jon stops writing at the sound of his voice. “We’re out of the green tea, but we’ve got lemon?”

Jon looks at him. Martin smiles at him in his usual tentative way as he sets the mug of tea down on Jon’s desk. Heat spikes so sharply in his gut that he twitches with it.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, mouth dry, and he stands up.

“Oh,” he says, sounding almost surprised. He smiles again. “No-- no problem-- um, what are you--”

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

(You have no idea how much I howled through this fic, my god. *buries face in hands* The number of times I wanted to cry from sheer hilarity and horror reading this good lord.)

Things Could Always Be Worse by theOestofOCs

Ship: Jon/Martin, Georgie/Melanie

Sometimes, the most horrifying thing of all is what might have been.

Somewhere, Jon could swear he heard a crowd laughing.

Or: in which Jonathan Sims is forced to swap places with his alternate self—a tall, chivalrous hero extraordinaire, who knows neither fear nor nuance—and is sent to the aggressively straight alternate universe the Magnus Archives was never meant to be.

“Whatever place this is,” Jon announced, “I just want to be sure it knows I hate it.”

(I will say this once, THIS IS THE MOST CURSED THING IVE EVER READ EVER. Like holy hell. I can't believe this thing exists. please read it oh please please please)

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[Supernatural]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you) by Schmuzz

Ship: Dean/Cas, Jessica/Sam

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things:

1. Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; 2. He has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; 3. He keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who seems to be about as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is.

For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

(THE fic I'm most into right now, been following this from the very start and it's AMAZING. Cas has agency and is making friends and S1 Dean is growing out of John's influence and is becoming a Person and the both of them first being friends then more. The slow burn as their relationship develops, SO GOOD. SO SO DAMN GOOD. *screams* Seriously one of the best spn fics I've read in a long, long time.)

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Ships: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Eileen

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

(THIS IS THE FIC THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE FINALE OKAY. WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN CANON. It's Disturbing and honestly plot-wise this makes more sense. Why couldn't we have had this. *screams*)

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[Avatar: The Last Airbender]

where the stars do not take sides by WitchofEndor

Ship: Sokka/Zuko

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

(The fact one of the tags in this fic is, "Sibling Dynamic: Fucked Up But Wholesome" should give you an idea what this fic is like. Chaotic as HELL and I just love Azula here, she loves Zuko so much in her messed up way and Zuko loves her back in the exact same way lol. It's batshit and I am Here For This.)

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[Naruto]

Eclipse by AislingRoisin (JayBird345) for HybrisAnaideia

Ship: Nara Shikaku/OFC

"In life, it's easier to remain stagnant and wallow in your troubles. But life isn't merely about continued existence, nor is it meant to be gone through alone."

(This is a fic that's slept on and I NEED people to read this. A self-insert fic that I find really interesting in its approach and the worldbuilding for the post-third war shinobi world is fantastic. I feel like there's a certain pattern with self-insert fics, not that is a detriment in any way to how much I enjoy them, so this fic feels fresh to me in a way I haven't read in a while. I am waiting eagerly for this to get updated! Please read!)

On Freedom and Other Formalities by iaso

Ship: Kakashi/Genma/OFC

When push comes to shove, Hiwa Inuzuka doesn't go down easy. Reborn into a new, dangerous world? She puts her past life as a spy to work. Thrown into a war? Hiwa does her duty, for Konoha. And when she's forced into an arranged marriage? All there is to do is beat them to the punch and get married first. Thankfully, Genma Shiranui is willing to lend a hand. Literally. SI/OC

(Listen, LISTEN, it's about the slow burn, the longing, the communication (it both has and hasn't and isn't THAT great??), the messy way you fit three very different people together, it's so freaking good! Also, Kakashi is so Chaotic here this is my fave characterization of him, you can't change my mind. And Genma is a Good Boi who is Doing His Best, along with the Self-insert character who I LOVE SO MUCH, SHE'S FANTASTIC FNEIWOPAF. Sped past this fic in the speed of light, I could not stop reading!)(Honestly, read all of the author's fics, they're all really REALLY good!)

Building a Castle by WhisperingDarkness

Without needing anyone to tell her, Sakura knew that talking to someone no-one else could see or hear would make her weird. It would draw the bad kind of attention to her, something people could make fun of her for.

She didn’t like being weird, but she did like the voice. Her inner voice was helpful and it was a part of her that had always been there. The idea of it not being there would have been so much weirder than anything else.

It was during her first year at the Academy that Sakura realised the voice was not in her head at all, but that it came from a cloudy shape floating next to her.

(Basically a short-ish retelling of Hikaru no Go. Only with more Shogi and Nara and Ninja's)

(Sakura can see ghosts (I'm noticing this is a popular trope for her) and it's really cute haha! Her relationship with Tobirama is sweet and I just enjoyed reading this so much.)

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[The Magicians]

So Long (And Thanks For All The Books) by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Ships: Quentin/Eliot, James/Julia, Quentin/Margo/Eliot

When Quentin is told Julia wasn't admitted to Brakebills, he realizes he has a drastic decision in front of him. If he tells Julia about magic, he'll have his mind wiped as well as hers. But he can't just leave her behind, either. He can't lose his best friend, and he can't let her life a life with her magical potential stolen away from her.

So he makes a third choice.

(Really, and I mean REALLY well-done canon divergent fic, this is the Quentin & Julia friendship fic I have been looking for forever. It explores so much of what could've happened and I just love Quentin here, I really really do. Characterization done so right. I also recommend the author's other works too. Been a follower of them for a long time, they're great.)

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[Game of Thrones]

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

(I swear, this fic made me laugh so many times, all the Stark are BAMF and fantastic, and Rhaegar gets Wrecked lol. It's crack btw, and the plot goes in directions you'll never guess and it's amazing hahaha!)

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[Haikyuu!!] (I am very very late to the fandom but here I am)

Ballare (To Dance) by MidnightSparks

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, and platonic Kageyama & Kentarou (really love their friendship)

Kageyama’s first love is volleyball. His second, however, is ballet.

In one world, Kageyama Tobio is left behind by his parents. In this world, the existence of soulbonds keeps Kageyama’s parents in Miyagi and leaves Kageyama in the care of his grandma and grandpa.

(In which soulmates exist and that changes everything and nothing at the same time.)

(*buries face in hands* I have fallen for this ship so hard and I can't get out fudge me. I understand now. Their DYNAMICS FIEWONPAF)

Kings of Tomorrow by bokubroya (liarielle)

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru

On the eve of Tobio’s 16th birthday, he counts down the seconds to midnight, and emerges with Oikawa Tooru’s name on his wrist.

It’s been two years since then, and Tobio thought they had an understanding. A silent, never spoken about understanding that this thing between them is nothing, and they’re going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Of course, it’s just like Oikawa to change the game and leave Tobio wondering what comes next.

(I am WEAK for soulmate fics between these two, I don't even really like soulmate fics half the times what is WRONG WITH ME-)(Please suffer with me, I'm begging you. Its a good fic, thumbs up.)

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[Crossover]

Honey and Magic by JustARatherVerySillyWriter, White_Squirrel for Super Carlin Brothers

Fandoms: Matilda (yeah you read that right), Harry Potter

Everyone knew Matilda was a rather extraordinary child, but even she didn't know she was a witch. Matilda Honey receives her Hogwarts letter in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and soon, she will leave her unique mark on the magical world.

(Do I even need to explain how amazing it is to have Matilda in the wizarding world? And Matilda is a HUFFLEPUFF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL THIS FIC IS GREAT PLEASE READ!!!)

An Eye for an Eye by DpsMercy

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead.

(Look, I know probably everyone has read this because if they haven't, what have you been DOING with your lives??? Jon interning at Night Vale is Incredible, nothing phases this man, it's Delightful. I laughed so many times reading this, I'm not even kidding right now. Read or perish.)

The Favour by R_Cookie

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Ship: Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter

Percival is ten years old when his grandfather tries to tell him that he's ensured the greatness of the Graves legacy for him, that he ought to be eternally grateful - but the explanation is hijacked by a stranger who manages to intimidate Chester Graves with an ease never seen before.

or: Hadrian (Harry) Potter is the Master of Death, who grants Graves a boon. Nobody could have known that the Deathly Hallows didn't turn you so much into the 'Master of Death' as into the anthropomorphic personification of Death. And so, Death becomes Percival's guardian angel, and Percival does not spit out his cereal.

(Look, I don't know how I stumbled back into the FBAWTFT fandom either, it just happened and I'm grateful for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this amazing fic. Their relationship is slow and strange and I just love how Percival is characterized here. Also, one of the tag promises that it deviates from canon so I am really, really excited for that! XD)

baby that's what i do by natanije

Fandoms: Naruto, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

"Are you telling me," Hidan exclaims, incredulous, "that you collect money all this time to give to orphans?!"

Kakuzu pauses. He blinks a few times.

"Huh. I guess I do."

(Tsuna reincarnates as Kakuzu and it's HILARIOUS. HE'S SUCH A MOM HAHAHA)

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

Cil and Von pls???

Funny enough, that's what @bi-julius-caesar wanted for their birthday! The exact prompt they asked for was 'Von humiliating Cil in front of Kohga and Sooga and Cil tries to hate fuck him but ends up getting fucked instead'. So, hope both of ya'll like it!

"With pleasure, Master Kohga."

Kohga loved having beefcakes to do what he said. And Cil was one of the many who were eager to obey. Like a show pony, he was eager to perform. In this case, he insisted on having him go head to head with Sooga. Not with weapons, but with their bodies, and bodies alone. Master Kohga was frisky today, it seemed. He watched angrily as Kohga held Sooga’s face, cooing in such a sugary sweet voice. The words fell on deaf words, lost in his frustration. Then he looked at him, and made a 'come here' motion with his finger. Cil damn near skipped over, but kept his proper form.

"I don't want you to go easy on him, understand? He needs to earn his prize."

"Understood. But pray tell, what IS the prize?"

Kohga thought about it for a second, before Cil saw that smirk of his (well not really SAW, but he felt it).

"Tell you what. Winner gets a kiss."

"...any kiss?"

"Eh what the hell, why not? Sure."

Oh he was going to murder him. Cil nodded, holding onto Kohga’s hand in his own, as a sign of respect.

"It shall be done, my Master. He will have to pry this trophy from my cold, lifeless corpse."

And he meant it. He doubt Kohga would let their match get that far, but if it came down to it, he absolutely would. Anything for that kiss he needed oh so badly. For that kiss he deserved. He stepped in front of Sooga, and drew his blade. He double checked his hair in the reflection of the blade, before digging it into the floor. Sooga followed suit, both blades wedging into the wooden floors.

"I appreciate your seriousness, Cil. You and I both know that we strive to please our Master."

"Of course. He deserves nothing but the best. As in, me."

Sooga huffed. Good, he was getting under his skin. Cil stretched for a moment (maybe showing off a bit for Kohga), making sure his body was ready. Sooga followed suit, before nodding. He was ready.

"You recall the rules."

"No weapons, no yiga special techniques. Just our body's strength, and our wits. And of course, mask stays on. On our Master's mark, if he may grace us."

Kohga loved this part, they could tell. He was about to start, when Von joined him, clearly excited.

"Aye my BOYS! Master Kohga, I can watch right?"

"Long as you don't interfere again."

"Oh. Right. Sorry. Shutting up right after this-good luck guys!"

He gave them a thumbs up, and Cil rolled his eyes. Ugh. Ever supportive, Von was. Kohga helped himself to a drink, before sitting up in his chair.

"On three. One. Two. Three!"

Cil was so motivated by the idea of getting his prize, he leapt for it first, bringing his fist down right into Sooga’s chest. Sooga got pushed back a bit, but didn't hesitate to grab Cil's arm, yanking him into a nasty headbutt. It was a cheap move, unlike him honestly. It was weird, until he heard Kohga holler behind them. It was a show for their master, not effiencity. Oh the cheek. He felt himself snarl at such a cheap trick.

"Oh you kiss ass!"

"You're just upset that he prefers looking at me."

Cil grit his teeth, before he dove for him in essentially a tackle. These little sprawling sessions were really just 'beat the shit out of someone until they're either unresponsive, or quit'. So tackling, although it was a bit barbaric, was pretty acceptable. Given how loud Von swore, it was quite a spectacle as well. He kept himself on top of him, starting to bring his fists down onto him. He aimed for his chest, his shoulders, even his head. Sooga kept trying to block, and Cil was happy he did.

"That's it, give me more of you to hurt!"

He wanted to bruise him. Wanted to walk away from this in absolute shame. Like a wounded street dog. He clasped his hands together, about to bring the combined force of his fists, when he was suddenly forced onto his back. Sooga had damn strong legs, and he often used them to his advantage.

"Your fury shall be the end of you, Cil."

He grabbed him by his head, about to slam it onto the floor, when he was interrupted by a very loud, VERY annoying Von.

"COME O N CIL, YOU GOT THIS BUDDY!"

It was annoying, and just the distraction he needed. He brought his fist up to his stomach, giving him just enough time to squirm out of his grasp. He managed to get Sooga’s head in his arms, in a headlock if you will. Sooga squirmed so adorably, he could pop his head like a cherry.

"That's it. Thrash. I'll crush your head like a fucking egg. I could watch the blood trickle down your ears as I make your brain mush. Or you could give up, and I could claim my prize. The one I d-"

He didn't get to finish. See, there was an issue with Von being both of their friends. He never picked a side, and always wanted things to be even. So, of course, it was his turn to help Sooga.

"SOOGA PULL HIS HAIR."

"NO WAIT-"

Too late. Sooga had reached up, dug his fingers into his hair, and pulled. It undid all the hard work it took to get it looking so pretty, and it made Cil moan. Loudly. He had just pulled it so hard, his blood was already pumping- it just happened. The cheers from everyone watching suddenly became a confused silence, and Cil hated that when he looked down, Sooga was obviously very uncomfortable. Cil let go of him, and turned to look at Von. Good. He knew he was in more shit than a horse stable.

He walked away, grabbing his blade on the way out. A foot soldier, their little referee, cocked his head to the side.

"Is this a forfeit?"

"...yes. Unfortunately, I yield."

He tucked his sword away, and as he walked out of the arena, and grabbed Von by his shoulder. Once they were out of the ring, and into Cil's room, Von FINALLY started to panic, hands up in defense.

"Cil don't be mad I didn't think you were gonna-"

"You made him ruin my hair. You made him humiliate me in public,"

Cil stepped towards him, slowly, and Von stepped back, clearly trying to get away from him. He made it a good distance away, before his back was against a wall. Cil put his hand up, keeping Von trapped. He wasn't going anywhere, they both knew it.

"You made everyone realize WE do things together. You made me come off as some sort of whore. You not only brought shame to me and me and our Master, but you made me LOSE. I deserved that prize. But thanks to you, I lost. LOOK AT ME."

Cil grabbed him by his throat, and listening to his choked up words of protest were music to his ears.

"I'm going to make you regret having a voice. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to use you until I decide I'm not fucking mad at you anymore."

He threw Von onto his bed, crawled on top of him, and just when he was about to peel those clothes off, Von coiled some of his hair in his hand, and pulled. Like a a horse, he turned docile under his hand, suddenly not feeling so angry. Von laughed, pushing their masks aside, just enough to reveal their mouths. Never enough for their faces.

"Aye...so angry and so bitter, buddy. Easy does it. I know how you get when you don't get what you want. Come here. I'll give you a kiss."

Was it Kohga? Absolutely not. But after getting all riled up from a fight, he'd take it. He pressed his lips against his, swearing under his breath. Him and and Von have had a few...choice encounters, so this wasn't new. But Cil still hated it. There was still that shame, that bitter taste of defeat, not getting who he wanted. And Von knew it. It was silent, yet obvious. Yet, Von acted as if that awkwardness didn't exist. Cil sighed. He was still angry, but his cock was taking away some of that stress.

"You're a pest. And I'm still angry."

"You're always angry. Now come on, clothes off."

He waited till Von let go of his hair, before he sat up, removing everything but his mask. Von gave a loud, headache inducing whistle.

"Dunno why you had to strip, you could've just flexed this off, god damn."

Cil was about to insult him for such mindless flattery, when Von held his cock in his fingers. He toyed with the tip with his thumb, watching as Cil melted on top of him. Cil huffed in his face, annoyed still.

"You shouldn't make me feel good. But you know what I need."

"I've known a few cocks, my guy, they more or less need the same thing. But yours is the cutest!"

"Not this again..."

Cil smacked his mask with his hand, groaning. Von laughed, clearly finding it funny.

"I'm sorry but it's such a cute lil cock! It's like a wittle itty bitty carrot! You know how sometimes it doesn't grow right but you love it anyway because its special?"

"I'm going to kill you. I'm going to hang your corpse on-"

He was silenced when Von scooted down, and put his cock past his lips. He stiffened up for a minute, before relaxing, digging his fingers through Von's mop of hair.

"Ugh. So messy. Your stupid hair. You should let me fix it properly. If I have to hold it while I use your mouth, it should at least not look sloppy."

"Aw, is that a date?"

Von looked up at him; kissing at his tip. Cil scoffed, pushing himself back into his mouth. Much better use of his lips than the constant smart mouth.

"It isn't. It's a standard that I want...met."

He could tell Von knew. He was already getting close. That's what fighting did to a true yiga. Made them aroused, eager for more. Von peeled away, watching as the little cock ached for more.

"Well I want MY dick to meet that ass, so on your front, princess."

"I grow weary of that nickname."

He complied however, trading Von spots. He laid on his stomach, letting Von apread his ass, and rub his thumb over his asshole.

"But you're SUCH a pillow princess! You lay there, pushing against me and waiting for me to help you cum. And you look pretty too. Nice hair, a damn nice back. You take care of yourself, I REALLY can't believe you don't get fucked more often. Think its the attitude. But I like it."

Cil grabbed onto one of the pillows, tensing once Von dragged his tongue against his asshole.

"Don't....say that while you're doing such things. It's...v...vile."

It was gross. He kissed the same lips that kissed his asshole, and he loved it. Von's tongue moved in little circles, drool cascading down and meeting his aching cock. Von chuckled, pulling away after a second.

"You just mad because it's not Kohga saying it. Ease up big guy, you're gonna get what's comin' to you."

He was about to bark at him, recalling why he was mad to begin with, when he felt goosebumps at his skin. Right. Von was...well equipped, unlike himself. It felt good grinding against him.

"Just...ugh. Be silent and put it in already."

"Such a grumpy wumpykins. Fine."

He leaned down to kiss his jaw, before he adjusted his clothes, and pressed his bare cock against his ass. Cil tried not to, but he found himself pressing against against him, body needing SOMEONE to touch him.

"You remember the rule."

"Right right, finish on the ass, not inside, and tell you so you act like you don't like it- I know I know."

Cil didn't want to admit that he wanted him to just fuck him already. But thankfully, Von let him get away with that one, and pushed his cock inside his ass. He held him still, as his size was STILL a bit much for him. He groaned as his body tried to accommodate, trying not to tear open the pillow in his hands.

"SLOWLY, you fucking moblin."

"This IS slow, you just don't get fucked enough to be used to it."

He was going to back talk further, when Von grabbed some more of his hair, giving it a gentle pull as he started to slowly roll into his ass.

"I...oooh...mmmph."

He hated the sounds he made when he felt stuffed. But it felt so...good. Von chuckled, hand roaming from his hip, up his back.

"That's it. You've got no dick, and ass is pancake flat, but when you finally get tamed...damn you sound so pretty. You like it when you get a good stretch, eh?"

"I DESERVE a cock. The fact that it's yours is unfortunate."

"Sharp tongue for a man with a thick dick in his ass. Lemme taste it."

He laid on him again, pressing his lips against his, and letting his tongue roam over his. Von knew he hated kissing so much, but this time he was grateful, as it helped keep his moans muffled, if only slightly. They sat there for a moment, sweat glistening off their bodies and swears filling the air. Then Von started to move properly. He started to buck his hips into his, balls smacking against his own as their hips bucked together.

"Shit Von...You’re throbbing inside of me. It's shameful."

"Funny way of saying you really like my dick. It's fine, I like this ass of yours. Looks good when you're taking it. Don't think I've fucked someone so big and delicate."

"I'm NOT deli-"

He was cut off when Von yanked his hair, starting to pound into his ass.

"Not delicate? Look at you fumblin' over yourself as I fuck that ass like a toy. My cute, baby dicked princess~"

He couldn’t even scold him. His vision was too hazy, his mouth was too busy biting into the pillow. It felt just. So good, letting this man use him to please his cock.

"I'm gonna fucking cum. I'm gonna bust a FAT fucking nut because of you. Come on, let's see what kinda load those little balls of yours can give me."

Cil was the first to cum, whining loudly once he finally hit that peak. He sat there in his mess of sweat and cum, before Von joined him. He pulled his pretty hair, pulling out just in time to cum on his ass, and on his back. Von still kept moving, albeit much slower, snearing his thick cream in between his cheeks. Von grumbled against his sudden mouth full of feathers.

"They're...not small."

"Size of chickaloo tree nuts. But I love 'em anyway, princess."

Von finally got off of him, laying right next to him. Cil sat there, trying to recover. He silently listened as Von lit up one of his cigarettes, helping himself to a nice smoke, blowing rings into the air. Cil inhaled, before slowly exhaling.

"Why I insist on entertaining you, I have no clue."

"Because I got a fat dick. And I'm funny as hell."

"Funny looking, you mean."

Cil didn't move as he shifted his gaze to meet his. Von grinned, taking another puff, before leaning over and smacking his ass. Least, what was supposed to be his ass.

"Ha! After all this time, my guy still got jokes! I love it! Good to see I took a...load off."

"Stop."

"Even though it was very HARD."

"VON."

Von grinned like the idiot he was. Cil hated to admit it to himself but...well. he did get the gold medal, but silver was just as good. For now.

[kanri-tea]

The TDD get punted into the world of Demon Slayer via illegal microphone, starring:

Ramuda as Tanjiro

Jakurai as Nezuko

Ichiro as Zenitsu

Samatoki as Inosuke

None of them know what's going on and they're all disasters (they blame Ichiro though, this anime-esque shit has got to be Ichiro's fault). The only mostly responsible one has been turned into a demon and Ramuda is panic-screeching in his mind.

Ramuda and Jakurai live together. Jakurai runs a small cliniic and orphanage which he's been running for quite some time before he stumbled upon a child Ramuda and took him in.

Ramuda was not a happy camper when he comes to and comes face to face with Jakurai, but since they're in the Edo period ("We are in the Taisho era, Amemura-kun" "Ugh, whatever! Close enough!"), he figures it'll be safer if he sticks with the old man.

Ichiro is an orphan that gets picked up by Kuwajima like Zenitsu, but no electrocution for this boy. He's a diligent student, but can't seem to really pick up any other of the Thunder Breathing forms other than the first one because of plot device

Samatoki grows up in the forest as well, but he is a civilized person no matter what anyone may say. Plus, he has some experience of survival cooking thanks to Rio. His Beast Breathing is a combination of influence from the wild animals that he grows up with and memories of Rio and Jyuto

Ramuda returns from selling coal when Muzan kills everyone at the clinic and turns Jakurai into a demon, paralleling canon with Tanjiro and Nezuko. Jakurai doesn't recognize Ramuda at first, mind still stuck in the in-between of human and demon. He doesn't eat anyone but he does nearly attack Ramuda when he gets back but regains his mind at the last second.

After an encounter with Giyuu and Jakurai proving that he's still very much himself, Ramuda travels to find Urokodaki with a child sized Jakurai in a basket. It is very awkward for both of them and Ramuda promises that he'll find a way to turn Jakurai back into a human

Ramuda is very much panicking and screeching in his mind because what the fuck is going on and why the fuck do demons of all things suddenly exist and Ichiro, this is totally your fault, what is this, an anime???

Jakurai is a very tired (tm) and kinda pissed that he has to rely on Ramuda now. He's also a little mad about having to be the size of a toddler most of the time

Ramuda learns Water Breathing while Jakurai starts rehoning his assassin skills. He might be a healer now, but with how dangerous this world seems to be, well, someone has to watch Ramuda's back.

Along the way, Ramuda figures out that he can use his microphone's ability along with Water Breathing. His sense of smell is also ridiculously good for some reason, which is helpful to find demons, he supposes. Jakurai on the other hand, finds out that not only can he use blood demon arts, but also use his microphone's ability, except it's more like he can help others regenerate/heal fast. They're both really weirded out, but hey, at least its useful???

Ramuda ends up meeting Ichiro on his way to Tsuzumi Mansion. To say that they're surprised would be a huge understatement. Ichiro had assumed that he was alone while Ramuda had assumed that it was only him and Jakurai. Jakurai is conveniently asleep in the box when this happens and it slips Ramuda's mind to tell Ichiro. Ichiro is slightly suspicious though, because his sense of hearing is really good and he's pretty sure there's a demon in there, but Ramuda wasn't saying anything???

Samatoki is trapped in Tsuzumi Mansion and cursing himself for rushing in without a plan when he encounters Ichiro with a civilian kid. While surprised to see each other, they nearly start fighting before being reminded that hey, they're kinda in a demon lair right now.

When Ramuda, Ichiro, and Samatoki finally reunite, it's a bit bittersweet because on one hand, they're really glad they're not the only ones here, but on the other hand, why are they in this weird ass world?

Also, Ichiro and Samatoki question, if the three of them were here, where was Jakurai?

"Uhhh... Yeeeah... About that... The old man is kinda, uh." Ramuda sweats his way through this conversation, "I'll tell you guys when we get to the Wisteria house, 'kay?"

When they finally get to the House with the Wisteria family crest ("Holy shit, that old lady is creepy." "Stop being a baby, Ichiro.") Ramuda finally reluctantly reveals what happened to Jakurai.

"So, about the old man. We kinda ended up together," Ramuda starts explaining, "Like he ran a clinic and everything and I lived there for a while."

"Eh, did he stay behind?" Ichiro questioned, confused to where this conversation was going. Samatoki is nodding next to him, confused.

"About two years back, we... the clinic got attacked by a demon. Muzan," Ramuda breaths, "And the old man..."

Ichiro and Samatoki's eyes widen. Was Jakurai dead?

"... Jakurai got turned into a demon," Ramuda finally admits. He turns towards the box and raps his knuckles on it.

"Yo, old man. Are you coming out or not? You've been asleep in there for ages!"

The door of the box swings open, a tiny hand revealing itself before its owner crawls out, purple hair splayed everywhere.

"What," Samatoki breathlessly stares, "the fuck."

A toddler-sized Jinguji Jakurai stares back, muzzled mouth quirking down and an unimpressed look plastered on his child-like face.

Both Ichiro and Samatoki are very, very surprised. They quickly agree to help Ramuda find a way to turn Jakurai back into a human. If they happen to spend a couple minutes cooing over how cute he looks, well that's no one else's business, now is it?

They learn that while Jakura has retained his mind, his body is still very much like a demon's. He can't stand in sunlight or eat human food. His energy comes from sleeping and while he can speak, but only when he's in his adult form. He's more or less non-verbal as a child.

Ichiro stews in his thoughts in the meantime. He's fairly sure this is the plot of an anime he saw once... He keeps quiet though because he's not 100% certain, but did the illegal mic seriously punt them into an anime?

Jakurai is very unhappy with what happened at Natagumo mountain and is even more unhappy with being stabbed multiple times while in the box while being put on trial. Honestly, what sort of barbaric trial is this? Hitoya would be so dissapointed.

When Sanemi tries to bait Jakurai using his own blood, Jakurai just sends a "I'm very exhausted and exasperated" look at Ramuda

"Oyakata-sama," Jakurai hears someone scream, "I will present to you the ugliness of what we call demons!"

He's mildly cranky at being woken up by all this chattering and being suddenly stabbed, but even that isn't able to distract him from the sudden scent of blood seeping into the box.

Sweet... But, no, Jakurai had sworn that he would not fall prey to these demonic temptations.

"Hey demon! It's time to eat! Sink your teeth on this!"

As the door of the box is ripped open, Jakurai frowns at the rudeness. The blood is tempting, yes, but more importantly...

Jakurai tilts his head to look at Ramuda. Are they serious?

No fucking duh! The look Ramuda shoots back is scathing and furious, though more because he was being restrained by the man with the snake then at Jakurai.

"Shinazugawa-kun, was it," he sighs as the people watching gasp. He's well aware that he's rather tall, even in the modern age.

"You shouldn't needlessly injure yourself," he grabs a roll of bandages and starts wrapping the young man's wound. The boy looks rather shocked and angry, but Jakurai didn't really have the energy to really care.

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

Jakurai hears the confusion around him, but chose to ignore it. Giyuu and Ramuda could deal with the questions later, he decided, Jakurai was already exhausted from Natagumo mountain.

"Wait a second!"

Jakurai turns, finishing up wrapping the young man's arm.

"I thought the box was stupidly heavy, but you're like the size of a toddler normally," Ramuda starts, "Have I been basically carrying a shit-ton of medical supplies?!"

Jakurai rolled his eyes, shooting the most unimpressed look he could at the pink-haired gremlin, "Well someone has to take care of your injuries, no?"

"You - you stupid old man! I can't believe anyone calls you saint! Aaughh!! I hope you break your back!"

"That would most assuredly be very difficult to do with my regeneration. Though, I suppose object permanence is rather difficult for children like you."

Maybe they should tone down their arguments a little... nah. It effectively derails the meeting, which was the entire point of Ramuda's outburst, of course.

When Ramuda and Jakurai finally arrive at the Butterfly estate, they find Ichiro with shrunken limbs ("The medicine sucks, but it's nothing worse than what sensei's given me before...") and Samatoki with a crushed throat ("Fuck... I was so weak..."). Ramuda is also in a lot of pain. Jakurai manages to recover fairly quickly with lots of sleep and spends a lot of their recovery time assisting the nurses.

Ramuda tries to figure out why he can do Hinokami Kagura and is very confused. Jakurai tiredly reminds him that it's probably because he used to watch Tanjuro, a former patient who lived at the clinic, do it. While Jakurai only knows about Hinokami Kagura as a ritual dance, he is reminded that the sick and frail man had died and left behind a pair of strange-looking earrings.

When training begins, Ichiro, Samatoki, Ramuda are motivated and stubborn to a fault, so they manage to learn Total Concentration: Constant. Ramuda also has a conversation with the Butterfly pillar, Shinobu ("Please do your best, Ramuda-kun. When I see you doing your best in my stead, I feel much better."), it makes him think back on his relationship with the Chuuoku. These people... They care a lot and they're fighting for their lives and humanity every day. They aren't even comparable to manipulations and cruelty of the Chuuoku, and Ramuda wonders a bit if he even wants to go back. Sure, there's Gentaro and Dice, but... here, he's not sick. He's not living day-to-day wondering if he'll outlive his usefulness. Here... he's able to stay at Jakurai's side.

Jakurai is the one to become friends with Kanao is this universe, because let's be honest here, Ramuda is really not the type to be nice out of the goodness of his heart, and Ichiro would probably do it, but he's kinda still recovering from nearly becoming a spider.

"You should listen to your own heart," the purple-haired demon hums. He's talking to her, but Kanao doesn't know why. The demon - Jakurai, she thinks - had been taking time out of his day since he'd recovered to talk to her.

She doesn't respond often. Her coin doesn't land on tails that often, but it doesn't seem to bother the tall demon. And tall he is, his height easily looming over her, but there's an aura of kindness and gentleness that tells Kanao that this demon wouldn't hurt her. It's a strange thing to think about a demon.

It's Jakurai's last day here. The other demon slayers, including the one that Jakurai travels with is leaving. Kanao isn't sure, but she thinks she might be a little sad about it. The demon has been good company, she has to admit to herself a little.

"People," she hears him breathe, "are driven by their hearts. If you live by your heart, your heart will grow stronger than ever."

Jakurai smiles down at her. It's gentle and warm and his eyes crinkle a little bit at the edges. He ruffles her hair a bit, a familiar motion over the course of the month.

She knows it's time for him to leave when he gets up. He leans over and straighten outs the butterfly in her hair, giving one last kind smile.

"Live by your heart's desire, Kanao. And stay healthy."

With that, he leaves, leaving Kanao behind contemplating his words. Could she really live like that? Live by her heart's desires...? There was something in the kind demon's words and smiles that made her think that maybe, just maybe... she could.

Samatoki and Ramuda's first impression of Rengoku is that he's a weirdo. Ichiro on the other hand thinks he's kinda cool. Jakurai is asleep and therefore doesn't care.

When they're put asleep by Enmu, they end up dreaming about their respective division (sans Jakurai). It's also a bit of a harsh awakening that they've all gotten pretty complacent of this world and that they need to find a way to get back to the modern age ASAP.

When Rengoku is nearly dead because of Akaza, Ichiro, Samatoki, and Ramuda are inconveniently a little bit attached to the strange Hashira. As a desperate last resort, Ramuda gets Jakurai to try and heal the man. After all, they were all sick of the people they cared about dying and if this could save him...

"There's no point in shouting now," Ramuda hears the hashira call out from behind him. His vision is blurry from tears, and distantly, he recognizes the resigned tone in the man's voice. Rengoku Kyoujuro was had already accepted his death as inevitable.

"The wound on my stomach is opening," the man tells Ramuda, "And your injuries aren't minor either."

Samatoki is watching silently and Ramuda can see out of the corner of eye that Ichiro is making sure Jakurai doesn't get killed by the sun.

Wait. Jakurai. The old man could heal Rengoku, right?

It takes a moment of shouting to Samatoki and Ichiro to convey his idea, but even as Rengoku is staring at them with a single, intense eye, they manage to get Jakurai and Rengoku into the shaded trees of the forest nearby.

"Ramuda-kun," Jakurai quietly says, before focusing his attention on Rengoku's injuries. It's not a promise, Ramuda knows, but Jakurai is a doctor through and through. He'll do his best to ensure that Rengoku survives, he knows this.

Rengoku is watching them confused, a couple of protests having spilled out, but he's ignored in favor of getting Jakurai over as quickly as possible.

Ramuda has seen Jakurai heal a couple of people over the years with his ability, but it's always amazing to see it like this rather than through a microphone.

"Hypnosis Microphone: Medication," Jakurai breathes, and as his hands glows, the injuries beneath start to mend themselves. It starts off slow, but as color returns to the hashira's cheeks and breathing evens out, Ramuda knows that it's working. Knows that Jakurai is doing everything he can to heal the man.

There's going to lots and lots of questions later, Ramuda knows, but for now he's glad. He's glad that Jakurai is here, that Ichiro and Samatoki are here, that he's not alone.

He's glad that he doesn't have to see another person that he cares about die.

[ghoulciifer]

So heard you want Haikyuu request! So when I get mad at someone (VERY rare) I just look at them like 😠. And just kinda shun them like “dont talk to me 😠. That was rude 😠” so i just scoot away from them. I wont walk away from them, ill just go to the other side of the couch or whatever and if they try to console me im like “no! You spoiled my show 😠” and only kinda yell at them if they keep pursuing like “im mad at you” and if they touch me im like “NO! IM MAD AT YOU” is all lmao UHHH PART 2

hc: how Kageyama and Nishinoya react when their S/O gets angry

tw: none (i think?)

tags: angry!reader, haikyuu, eventual comfort/fluff, slight nsfw with noya

notes: ahsgshahajsh i’m the same way when i get angry but i CRY so much, so i kinda felt this one? but i did hc’s for this because i wanted to do it NOW. i love my boys, especially noya. ty for the request, i love you, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥

» i feel like kageyama is just permanently unaware of everything going on around him, like all this boy has on his mind is fuckin’ volleyball and you, ofc

» i also feel like this is a big reason why doesn’t have a filter sometimes... which gets him in trouble.

» you two are just chilling on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching a show you’ve been trying to catch up to him on (because he’s impatient and apparently can’t wait for you to come home smh)

» you’re halfway through a super suspenseful episode, and there’s a huge lead up to a plot twist but it’s just dragging on forEVER

» “ugh, why can’t they just show who dies, already?” you grumble under your breath, beyond irritated, huffing for good measure

» kageyama just

» nonchalantly fuckin’ spoils it

» “oh F/C/N dies, happens next episode.”

» the speed in which your head turns his way is inhuman LMAO

» you’re so angry you can’t even form words, your blood boils as it rushes to your face and your brow is furrowed so deep

» not only did your boyfriend ruin the rest of the episode but YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES??

» of course kageyama doesn’t notice your death glare until a couple seconds later, looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression

» “...what?”

» you don’t even say anything, just get up, take a deep breath, and walk as calm as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you

» meanwhile kags is still just ?? nani ??

» he leaps into action and tries talking to you through the door but once he hears the tub’s faucet running from your bathroom, he knows it’s your me time and he shouldn’t interfere

» so while you’re soaking up in a hot bath with your favorite scented candle burning at the edge of the tub, listening to your favorite playlist at a comfortable volume,

» kageyama literally sits on the couch and thinks SO HARD about what he could have possibly done wrong ahsgsgshaja this boy

» you were fine before you started watching the show, even after the show started you were quite literally all over him, so where did he go wrong?

» it finally dawns on him that your sudden mood change happened after he spilled the beans on your favorite character’s death

» insert kageyama slamming a palm to his face

» THIS DUDE FEELS SO FUCKIN’ BAD NOW

» he waits at least another 15-20 mins before creeping into the master bath to check up on you, a warm mug of your favorite tea in hand and the sweetest look on his face

» how could you still be mad at him when he’s literally doing the 🥺 face ???

» he crouches at the edge of the tub and leans forward to press a gentle kiss into your temple before setting the mug on the ledge, situating himself so his chin is laying over his folded arms, facing you

» “I’m sorry I’m an idiot... and about F/C/N. I know you liked them a lot.”

» you can’t help but giggle at how precious the moment (or the look on his face) is and you raise a hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin over his cheekbone with your damp thumb

» “It’s okay, Tobio, at least I didn’t have to see it. But next time... try not to spoil anything, okay?”

» nishinoya might seem like an air headed tornado to most, but he’s actually pretty perceptive !!

» so he’s always aware of when you’re angry, very in tune with your emotions, constantly tries his best to avoid hurting you or your feelings in anyway

» but uh... he fucks up sometimes.

» you were at your shared home, waiting for him wearing nothing but his old volleyball jersey and his favorite pair of your panties (y’know the ones, with a cute lil’ bow on the front and less fabric in the back ;0)

» there wasn’t really any special occasion but you both made it very clear during a suggestive text conversation earlier in the day that you were going to jump each other’s bones as soon as you got home

» he did let you know he needed to stop by tanaka’s after work to pick something up, but you figured that wouldn’t take long at all, right?

» wrong

» you’ve been nestled in the same spot on the couch for hours, the sun no longer shining into the living room, and you were absolutely steaming from the ears in wait for your boyfriend

» you honestly weren’t even in the mood anymore the longer time dragged on, the show you put on doing nothing to distract you from your aggravation

» eventually you hear the familiar jiggle of your front door and the clanking of keys being hung on the rack before footsteps head your way

» you keep the blanket in your lap wrapped around your waist and sit up, arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly with narrowed eyes

» “Hey, baby! I missed you all da-“

» he tried leaning down for a kiss but you pressed your hand against his lips before they got close enough

» noya is confused for a split second before he notices you’re wearing the one piece of clothing you know will get you laid when you wear it

» “...fuck.”

» “Actually, no, not anymore.”

» you get up from the couch and side step around him, ignoring the way his fingertips brush against your wrist in a failed attempt to grab it

» once you make it to your bedroom you lock yourself in the bathroom to change clothes, wash your face, let your hair down, etc.

» the running water lets noya know you’re starting your nightly routine, and there’s no way you’re doing anything after that

» he’s very aware that you just need to cool off, you got your point across and all that remained was the recovery process

» so he decides to use this time to get himself in his sleep clothes as well and situate the bed in the most comfortable set up possible, the way he knows you like it

» also grabs a snack or two from the kitchen and sets it on your nightstand in case you do decide to talk it out instead of going straight to bed

» he patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom as he holds onto the stuffed koala he won for you at some fair years ago HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T ALDJSHSJAK

» when you finally do come out, donning an old pair of his sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hair brushed and face clean, his face instantly softens

» bc he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look in moments like this 🥺

» once you see the look in his eyes and the stuffed toy in his arms, it’s all over, my guy - you don’t even remember why you were upset in the first place

» you climb on the bed and settle on top of him, head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped underneath his shoulders while he runs his hands up and down your spine, koala bear long forgotten

» “I’m sorry I was out so late, babygirl, I lost track of time... I’ll make it up to you whenever you want, okay? and I’ll hold you like this if you just wanna go to bed.” He finally says after a comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head as he finishes.

» your heart practically melts and suddenly you want to be the one comforting him

» “It’s okay, Yuu. I love you so much.” you lift your head from his chest to give him a sweet kiss as he reciprocates the phrase against your lips

» the kiss lasts much longer than intended and grows in intensity - next thing you know, he’s got you flipped over with his hands sneaking under your shirt to explore your soft skin, mouth latched onto your neck

» his hands wander to the waistband of the sweats resting over your hips and when his fingertips brush over the familiar texture of lace, he looks up at you with the MOST excited look

» “You kept them on?? FOR ME??”

[monotonous-minutia]

Benvenuto Cellini in 300 lines or fewer

for the lovely and incredibly patient @notyouraveragejulie, as requested! Happy Cellini-versary! took me long enough, but decided to get it done today to honor the occasion :)

Act I Scene I

Balducci’s house

Balducci: Teresa what are you doing looking out the window I told you never to look out the window. Besides I need you to listen to my rant. Can you BELIEVE what the Pope has just told me? He’s hired that delinquent Cellini to make his new statue instead of Fieramosca. I just can’t wrap my head around it.

Teresa: Maybe you could if it wasn’t so big.

Balducci: What?

Teresa: Nothing.

(Balducci exits)

Teresa: Ugh FINALLY I hate listening to his rants. )goes back to look out the window)

Masqueraders outside: LALALALA IT’S CARNIVAL THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR

(Balducci comes back and sees Teresa at the window)

Balducci: TERESA WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STAYING AWAY FROM THE WINDOW what is even going on down there? I bet it’s that Cellini whipping everyone into a frenzy. Ugh, Carnival. (exits again)

Teresa: (goes to the window and is immediately showered with flowers) I don’t care what my dad says, hanging out by the window is fun. I love flowers. Oh hey, a note from Cellini! What? He’s coming here? Oh, that’ll be risky. But hey, dad’s out of the house, what could go wrong? Y’know, it’s kinda hard, dealing with all this—feeling like I have to listen to my dad, but wanting to indulge in the affections of my beloved. When I’m older, old like my parents, maybe I’ll be responsible, but right now I’m young, and I deserve to have some fun! Girls just wanna have fun!

Cellini: (appearing at the window) TERESA MY BELOVED

Teresa: Cellini, I love you, but it’s too dangerous for you to be here. What if my dad catches us?

Cellini: But look, it’s carnival, and it’s so gay! And I mean that like happy, but y’know, it’s pretty gay too. Besides, I love you. Why do you turn me away?

Teresa: Well, I just got done singing this empowering feminist aria, but unfortunately reality hits and I remember that it’s 1532 and I basically have no rights, so it’s best for you to forget me and move on.

Fieramosca: (sneaking in carrying a huge bouquet) The best way to a woman’s heart is with a cool sneak-in plan and a bunch of flowers. Hang on, is that Cellini talking to my Teresa?

Cellini: How am I supposed to just leave you behind? Let you be forced into the arms of that Fieramosca?

Teresa: I’d rather die than marry Fieramosca!

Fieramosca: …I just came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Cellini: Okay, so, how about this: Come to the new opera Cassandro is presenting tomorrow night. While your dad is distracted, my apprentice and I will sneak over disguised as friars and spirit you away! We’ll go to Florence and live happily ever after! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Fieramosca: Hmm, interesting plan. It would be a shame if someone were to...interfere.

Teresa: Sounds foolproof. But hang on, my dad is coming back. You have to hide!

(Cellini hides behind the door. Fieramosca hides in Teresa’s bedroom. Balducci somes back.)

Balducci: Teresa, what are you up to? Are you talking to people? How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not allowed to have a life?

Teresa: (distracting him so Cellini can sneak out) DAD THERE’S A MAN IN MY BEDROOM

Balducci: What??? Let me see!

(Balducci goes into Teresa's bedroom and comes out dragging Fieramosca) I can’t believe this! This is so inappropriate, Fieramosca, how dare you?

Fieramosca: No, wait, let me explain! I just came to visit! Cellini is the real rascal!

Teresa: Oh the poor man is raving mad.

Balducci: I will not stand for this! Servants, come here! Let’s teach this seducer a lesson!

Servants: OH YEAAAHHHHH LET’S STICK HIM IN THE FOUNTAIN

Fieramosca: NO WAIT

Teresa: This is the best thing ever.

Act I Scene II

Piazza Colonna

Cellini: I can’t wait to elope with Teresa!

(A bunch of Cellini’s friends and students come in)

Chorus: LALALALALA LET’S GET SLOSHED

Cellini: Yes, but for god’s sake none of those ridiculous drinking songs. Let’s sing about the glory of metal-workers!

Everyone: YEAH GLORY TO THE METAL-WORKERS!! WE’RE THE BEST WE WORK WITH METAL THAT SPARKLES LIKE JEWELS AND RIPPLES LIKE FLOWERS AND IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BOTH OF THOSE PUT TOGETHER

Bernardino: Alright folks, let’s drink up!

Innkeeper: Sorry lads, not until you pay your tab.

Cellini: Okay who’s got the cash? …nobody? Well this is a nice little pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into.

Ascanio: (enters carrying a bag of money) ASCANIO TO THE RESCUE

Everybody: YEAHHH VIVA ASCANIO

Ascanio: Okay hold your horses folks, before you spend this money, you have to realize where it’s coming from. It’s a down payment on that statue you’re supposed to build. Cellini, remember you promised the Pope you’d make that statue?

Cellini: Ugh, don’t remind me.

Ascanio: It’s literally my job to remind you.

Cellini: Fiiiiine I promise I’ll finish the statue.

Ascanio: Okay, cool. Here’s the money.

Cellini: Here you go, you troublesome little man, now give us our drinks.

(He gives the Innkeeper the money.)

Cellini: Okay, now that we all have had our libations, let’s talk revenge. You know that guy Balducci who’s always disrespecting me and trying to keep me away from my girlfriend? Well, I have a plan for Carnival where we can humiliate him in front of everyone as payback!

Everyone else: Sounds like a great time! We’re in.

Everyone: Yeah!! A curse on that guy! And while you’re at it, honor to the metal-workers again!!

Ascanio: That’s such a bop where’d it come from?

Cellini: We made it up while you were gone.

Ascanio: I always miss the fun stuff.

(they all leave to get ready; Fieramosca, who was eavesdropping, comes out into the open)

Fieramosca: Ugh, look at them all, plotting against my future!

Pompeo: (entering) Hey boo! What's with the long face?

Fieramosca: Alas, Pompeo, my only friend! What a week it's been! First off, I got an impromptu and very much unwanted bath at Balducci’s yesterday. And as if that weren’t enough, now Cellini and his apprentice are going to abduct my girl!

Pompeo: That’s actually not a bad idea.

Fieramosca: What do you mean?? You want him to steal Teresa from me?

Pompeo: No, the getting in disguise and abducting her part! Why don’t WE just don those same disguises and get her ourselves?

Fieramosca: Ohhh, I get it! What a great idea! Although I must admit, I am a little scared of what Cellini might do if he catches me in the act.

Pompeo: What you think he’s actually going to stab somebody? Here, let’s practice sword fighting so you’re prepared if he does try to pull anything funny.

Fieramosca: Good idea! (they practice sword fighting) HA LOOK AT ME, WHO WOULD EVER DARE CHALLENGE ME, ALL Y’ALL PEASANTS GET OUT OF MY WAY, I’M THE ROUGHEST TOUGHEST GUY YOU EVER DID SEE. Oh, Teresa, I wish you could know just how much my heart burns for you! I’ll be damned if I let that rascal Cellini come between us.

(They leave to get ready. Balducci enters with Teresa as the Piazza begins to fill with people)

Balducci: Well, Teresa, I hope you’re happy. I’ve decided to suffer through this vulgar comedy so you can stop nagging me about not letting you go to Carnival.

Teresa: I’ll never forget your sacrifice, dad. (Come to think, it DOES make me feel a little guilty to be running away from home...is it fair to leave him all by himself?)

Cellini and Ascanio: (dressed as monks) Quickly and quietly, let’s get down to business! The plot is about to start!

Chorus or Troupers: COME, GOOD PEOPLE OF ROME!! COME AND SEE OUR SHOW!!

People: THIS IS SO MUCH FUN CARNIVAL IS AWESOME

Troupers: Let the show begin! (They start a pantomime featuring a parody of Balducci and the Pope)

Balducci: What fresh nonsense is this?

Teresa: Uhhh maybe we should go?

People: SHUT UP AND WATCH THE SHOW

Balducci: You know what? I’m going to suffer through this whole thing and then go tell the Pope how you’re all mocking him! Because he and I talk all the time I guess.

People: WE SAID SHUT UP JUST WATCH THE SHOW

Cellini: Ascanio, can you see Teresa?

Ascanio: Nope but I see someone else trying to interfere with our plans!

People: HAHAHA WATCH THE SHOW THIS IS SO FUNNY LOOK AT HARLEQUIN LOOK AT THE OLD MAN HAHAHA

Balducci: I’M GOING TO TELL ON ALL OF YOU

Teresa: Dad, stop, you’re just riling them up!

Balducci: THAT’S IT I’VE HAD ENOUGH COME GET A TASTE OF MY WRATH (he runs onstage wielding his cane)

People: HAHAHA THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER

Fieramosca: Come on, Pompeo, let’s sneak over and grab Teresa!

Cellini: Come on, Ascanio, let’s sneak over and grab Teresa!

Fieramosca: Teresa, it’s me! Come with me!

Cellini: Teresa, it’s me! Come with me!

Teresa: ??? I don’t know who is who!

Cellini: Come with me!

Fieramosca: Come with me!

Teresa: You know, when I imagined myself falling in love, I never thought I’d have two fake monks vying for my attention.

Ascanio: WE’VE BEEN HAD YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS (starts chasing Fieramosca)

Cellini: Get out of my way! Cut it out! (He and Pompeo fight; Cellini stabs Pompeo.)

Pompeo: Oh, I’m dead! (He dies.)

People: OMG SOMEBODY DIED CALL 911 I CAN’T BELIEVE A MONK JUST KILLED A GUY WHAT KIND OF WORLD DO WE LIVE IN

Fieramosca: OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST KILLED MY BOYFRIEND

Teresa: OMG CELLINI

Balducci: OMG A DEAD MAN TERESA WHERE ARE YOU

Cellini: OMG I’M REALLY IN TROUBLE NOW

Ascanio: Well, that happened.

(General chaos ensues; Cellini’s students help him escape. Amidst the mayhem Balducci bumps into Fieramosca, and, thanks to his white monk costume, mistakes him for the murderer)

Balducci: I FOUND HIM I FOUND THE MURDERER

Fieramosca: ...are you telling me this is the second time in as many days I’m being accused of something that Cellini did?

Ascanio: Come on, Teresa, let’s get out of here!

Teresa: You don’t have to tell me twice! (They both run off.)

Act II Scene I

Cellini’s workshop

Teresa: Oh my gosh what a catastrophe! I hope Cellini is okay!

Ascanio: Have faith! My master is not one to let a silly little murder accusation get him down. I mean, he did actually kill the guy, but I’m sure it will all work itself out. Have faith!

Teresa: Let’s pray for his safe return! (She and Ascanio sing a very pretty prayer; Cellini busts into the workshop)

Cellini: HONEY I’M HOME

Teresa and Ascanio: OMG YAYY YOU’RE ALIVE

Cellini: It was a close call! Everyone was running after me with daggers and calling out for my blood! I thought for sure I was done for, but I managed to evade the crowd and find a place to hide, but passed clean out in the process. It was just my fortune that as I came to my senses, as group of white monks were walking past! I joined their procession and no one was the wiser. God led them right to you!

Teresa: OMG that’s such a harrowing adventure! I’ve got goosebumps.

Ascanio: And you’re sure this is 100% accurate, with no embellishments?

Cellini: What do you take me for? Now, come on, we’ve got to get out of here before they come after us again.

Ascanio: Whoops, they’re already here.

Balducci: Cellini, you scoundrel, abductor, murderer, and general all-around-annoying person! Relinquish my daughter. It’s time for her to unite with her husband, Fieramosca.

Cellini: OVER MY DEAD BODY

Ascanio: Don’t give them any ideas!

Balducci: Come on, Fieramosca, claim your bride!

Teresa: DAD NOOOOO

Fieramosca: Uh...I don’t want to cause a scene…

(The Pope enters with his retinue)

Everybody: OH SHI--OH DEAR IT’S THE POPE

Pope: Rise, rise, my children! Relish in my holiness, but don’t hurt yourselves.

Balducci and Fieramosca: Oh your Holiness, please grant us your assistance! That rascal Cellini has tarnished Teresa’s honor.

Cellini: Come on, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.

Pope: Well well, well, Cellini, this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten in trouble with me, is it? For example, where’s my statue? The one I commissioned you to make?

Cellini: Well...it’s not quite done yet.

Pope: Are you saying I should find someone else to cast the statue instead?

Cellini: WHAT?? HOW DARE YOU!! SOMEONE ELSE CAST M STATUE?? I’D RATHER DIE THAN SEE SOME AMETURE DARE TO PUT THEIR GRUBBY LITTLE FINGERS ON MY MASTERWORK

Everyone else: Are you seriously yelling at the Pope????

Pope: Arrest this man!

Cellini: YOU ARREST ME AND I WILL DESTROY THIS MODEL RIGHT HERE THEN NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FINISH THE STATUE! NOBODY!! NOBODY!!

Pope: How dare you threaten me? What’s it going to take to calm you down?

Cellini: I want full forgiveness for all my crimes up till this point. Wipe my record clean.

Pope: Fine, fine.

Cellini: ALSO I want Teresa.

Balducci and Fieramosca: WHAT??? Your Holiness can’t possibly be considering this.

Cellini: I ALSO want more time to finish the statue.

Pope: …you know my weakness for art; fine, fine, I can’t really say no.

Balducci and Fieramosca: What audacity! But we’ll see who has the last laugh.

Teresa: Oh, what a fateful day!

Ascanio: Look at my master, he’s so clever and devious!

Pope: Okay, Cellini, here’s the deal. Finish the statue by tomorrow, and you’ll get all that you asked for. If you can’t finish it in time, you’ll be hanged.

Cellini: Fine!

Balducci and Fieramosca: He’s on the brink of ruin! We’ll see who wins this one!

Teresa: He’s doomed, alas! There’s nothing left for me in this world! Luckily I'm not going to end my life based on this notion like most operatic heroines, but I still feel dread in my heart!

Cellini: I’ve got to win this!

Ascanio: Come one boss you’re the best you got this!!!!

Act II Scene II

Cellini’s Foundry

Ascanio: TRALALALALALA….idk what I’m feeling...I’m happy, then I’m sad, then I’m crying, then I’m laughing, then I’m singing! Must be the hormones. Or the stress...our little bronze boy is finally getting finished today! But there’s a lot on the line. On one hand, I’m all scared that we’ll fail and my poor master will be hanged; on the other hand I can’t help laughing over how ridiculous the whole situation is...I mean, did you SEE the way my master stood up to the Pope?? Anyway, I better start getting ready. Tralalala! (He exits)

Cellini: What have I gotten myself into? How did I expect to finish this statue on time? All of Rome has its eyes on me

Ascanio: *Hamilton chorus voice* history has its eyes on youuuu

Cellini: What?

Ascanio: Nothing. I’m not here.

Cellini: Ah, why can’t I be a simple shepherd, whiling my life peacefully away in the mountains?

Chorus outside: Oooh!! here’s a grim old sea shanty

Cellini: I wish they’d stop! Nothing good ever happens when they sing that song!

Ascanio: (coming back) Not that song again!

Cellini: Take heart! We’re like sailors ourselves, but our sea is made of metal! Let’s get to work!

Fieramosca: NOT SO FAST!! I demand justice! Cellini, I challenge you to a duel! No need for all those sword-fighting lessons to go to waste.

Cellini: Someone finally grew a pair, eh? Fine, let’s duel right here.

Fieramosca: Not here! If I kill you in your own place, I’m a murderer. Meet me behind St. Anthony’s cloister.

Cellini: I’ll see you there!

(Fieramosca leaves; Teresa enters)

Ascanio: Here’s your sword, boss!

Teresa: Omg Cellini are you going to a duel??

Cellini: Relax, it’s just Fieramosca. (exit with Ascanio.)

Teresa: What if it’s an ambush????

Cellini’s workers (storming in) THAT’S IT WE’RE GOING ON STRIKE THESE WORKING CONDITIONS SUCK

Teresa: Oh heavens! What’s this ruckus? Come on, folks, just wait for Cellini to come back and talk about it!

Workers: NOPE WE’RE OUTTA HERE

(Fieramosca walks in)

Teresa: OMG FIERAMOSCA IS BACK WITHOUT CELLINI THAT MEANS CELLINI IS DEAD HE KILLED CELLINI (faints)

Workers: YOU KILLED OUR BOSS???

Fieramosca: What? No! Geez, this really is not my week. I’m just here to offer you the raise Cellini won’t give you.

Workers: NOPE WE’RE LOYAL TO CELLINI FORGET WHAT WE JUST SAID GET OUTTA HERE YOU RASCAL

Cellini: (coming back) What’s going on?

Teresa: (awake) OMG YOU’RE ALIVE

Cellini: ...was that ever in question? Oh, hey, Fieramosca, you’re just in time to help build the statue! Here’s an apron, get to work.

Fieramosca: What? I--

Everyone else: Get to work, or you’ll be taking another impromptu bath, but this time it’ll be in a sea of molten metal!

Fieramosca: YIKES! Okay, lead the way.

Everyone: COME ON LADS LET’S GET TO WORK

(the workers and Fieramosca head to the forge. Balducci enters with the Pope.)

Balducci: Teresa! What are you doing here?

Teresa: Uh, funny story.

Pope: So, Cellini, is my statue done yet?

Cellini: Nope, but it will be very soon.

Balducci: We’ll see about that.

Pope: You better be right.

Fieramosca: (running in) We need more metal for the statue!

Cellini: What, are you messing up my statue?? Let me go see (he runs to the forge)

Balducci: Fieramosca? What are you doing wearing an apron?

Fieramosca: Would you believe me if I said I got a new job?

Cellini: (coming back) Haha nothing to see here! Everything is going according to plan! We just need a bit more metal, that’s all, no biggie.

Workers: Just one problem: There is no more metal. And the fire’s going out. If we don’t get more metal in there quick, the whole thing will be ruined!

Balducci: Well, well, well, looks like I’m winning!

Cellini: NO THIS IS NOT THE END I REFUSE TO GIVE UP! Everyone, just grab anything metal and throw it in there!

Workers: What?? Even all your old work?

Cellini: I SAID EVERYTHING DIDN’T I

(Cellini, the workers, and Ascanio all start grabbing metal things and throwing them into the furnace)

Teresa: I can’t handle this stress!!

Pope: I can’t believe the nerve of this guy! Is it possible he could actually succeed?

(An explosion comes from the forge)

Cellini: OMG THIS IS IT I’M DONE FOR

Workers: WOOHOO WE DID IT LONG LIVE CELLINI

Cellini: We did it??

Workers: VICTORY! VICTORY!! LOOK AT THE STATUE ISN'T IT AMAZING

Fieramosca: CELLINI WE DID IT HOW ABOUT A HUG

Cellini: ...how about no

Pope: Well, Cellini, I didn't think I was going to be able to say this, but you made good on your word. I officially pardon your sins, and bless your marriage to Teresa. (He leaves.)

Cellini: YAYY TERESA

Teresa: YAYY CELLINI

Everyone: VICTORY!! LONG LIVE CELLINI!! IMMORTAL GLORY! GLORY TO THE METAL-WORKERS!!!!

The End

[ff-imagines]

General headcanons: Boston lobster

Ugh... he’s so pretty.... I’m gonna cry....

• Phew ok

• Getting this asshole to like you isn’t actually that complicated

• He’s not really ever gotten praise, care, or positive attention.

• He’s mainly had to be either a tool, or he’s had to be a leader.

• His brothers and sisters see him as invincible, but you know better.

• So you treat him better.

• At first he’s very hostile towards you, your kindness makes him more so because he genuinely believes you’re just trying to get his guard down so you can hurt him.

• Ofc he’s wrong. The fact that you’re persistent about being nice to him proves that much.

• Seeing how you treat others with the same kindness is what really gets his attention though.

• That surprisingly includes how you treat other humans, not just food souls.

• He might not like humans but he knows how you treat others attests greatly to you as a person.

• You prove to be respectful when it’s required, as well as when it’s not.

• He hates that he admires you for that.

• I think that Boston would really start to catch feelings really hard once he’s seen you at your lowest.

• They say you never truly know someone till you’ve seen them at their worst

• It’s also a chance to return the support that you’ve given him

• He doesn’t like humans, but he also doesn’t like feeling indebted

• He’s actually really good at giving advice, he’s seen and experienced just about every kind of pain anyone can endure, chances are that he knows your struggle intimately.

• He speaks softly, and lowers himself, trying to make you feel less intimidated by the big scary lobster man who normally wants to break your kneecaps

• It will most likely be you who makes a move first because falling in love with a human is already hurting his pride, admitting it? Unprompted?? Lmao, no.

• Dates with him are away from people.

• Doesn’t always mean you’re stuck at home, he loves stargazing!

• But…. takeout and Netflix are always very solid plans.

• Look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t enjoy soap operas, I dare you.

• You turn one on and he bickers about it being stupid and then it’s an hour later and hes on the edge of his seat worried about whether Samantha will accept rich guy Rodgers marriage proposal or will she run off with her true love joseph

• He also loves…

• Gardening!

• He’s actually got a surprising amount of skill!

• He’d die before he told anyone but he loves growing flowers the most

• He loves daffodils, red roses, and dahlias!

• Hes drawn to moonflowers as well, theres something ethereal about watching them open in the moonlight.

• Tried to grow a lotus outside once, almost gave up after one of the pads started wilting but then he noticed something

• A little frog chillin out on one of the pads

• He felt he needed to at least try to keep the plant alive because he didn’t want to get rid of this frogs new house so

• He gave it his all and now the frog has a very nice looking home!

• He hasn’t named it yet but he does call him “hoppy” with a level of affection in his voice

• You once caught him talking to the frog after you heard his deep threatening voice say “so, hoppy, how does the water feel today?”

• Made you swear on your fucking life not to tell anyone

• He’d really love to grow something with you, honestly.

• It’s a very peaceful hobby and he feels a great amount of pride in watching the plants flourish.

• Will 100% throw dirt at you while gardening

• Boston is very very pleasant to cuddle with during winter!

• You just… have to catch him first

• He will most likely be basking face first in snow without a shirt bc “He just got too hot”

• Getting him to cuddle is a task bc… you’re very warm and he’s already always sweating buckets

• He LOVES the cold but is sad because all his outdoor plants die :(

• (Yes he brought the lotus inside, hoppy stays on his lotus pads but sometimes you catch him chillin out on Boston’s nightstand)

• Will cuddle if you pout hard enough

• He’s pretty tall so it’s very easy to tangle yourself against his chest.

• He might grumble and complain for the first few minutes but honestly he adores the affection.

• After he’s done pretending to be mad he settles against you by keeping his legs tangled with yours and tucking your head under his chin, running his fingers through your hair.

• Doesn't like being little spoon. Even when he’s upset and needing comfort he likes being in control.

• Doesn't like when you’re out of sight, and he’s easily jealous.

• Whenever he feels the person you’re talking to is getting just a little too friendly he’ll straight up pick you up and walk away with you

• His little moments of jealousy are the only times you can take control, giving him affection in order to reassure him and remind him you love him too.

• Words aren’t easy for him. He appreciates someone he can be in a room with, and just bask in their company, not saying much, just relaxing in comfortable silence.

• He’s a man of action, affection actually comes surprisingly easy once he’s sure you’re serious about loving him and not gonna bite.

• If you touch his antennae his left shoulder twitches

• He also gets mad at u lmao

• If you ever “accidentally” pull them he lets out a loud squeak

• It doesn’t hurt him, feels like when you hit your funny bone

• He will chase you if you even try lmao

• His face is very expressive when he sleeps, you can tell quickly when he’s having a good dream and when he’s not

• He’s… normally not.

• Running your fingers along his collarbone is weirdly comforting to him, so if his face is scrunched up in his sleep you can lightly trace along his chest and ease him without waking him

• Sometimes Boston will have random moments where he seems distant.

• Not necessarily mean, but he’s very clearly distracted.

• Honestly just sitting nearby him, not pushing for conversation as much as just making him aware that you’re here for him, that’s what comforts him.

• He'll come to you in an hour or two. The longer you’re with him, the more he shares.

• Sometimes it’s worries about his brothers and sisters, sometimes it’s venting about memories from the past, sometimes he’s just not feeling as strong as usual.

• Sometimes it’s about you, how he worries about you more than anyone he’s ever met.

• Boston is a big scary mean old man. But he cares about you more than life itself.

• He hates to admit that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 9: The 'War' Room

It was approximately high noon, the Dionysian Games were at their peak, all was well for the residents of Delphi except for one. Dionysus was in his competitors tent near the game field, explaining to Hermes the whole situation. Dionysus had agreed to a challenge that had now put Delphi and Ariadne in a compromising situation, if Ares won the joust he would take everything from the land to sleeping with his beloved wife.

Dionysus was laying on a pile of pillows, deeply remorseful of his string of terrible decisions. "I can't believe I would put Ariadne in this situation I really am like dad!", he sobbed, "WHY the fuck did I even agree to this?!", he continued while crying into his pillow. Hermes sat next to him, patting his back trying to comfort him. He couldn't care too much about how it all happened but he had an idea on how he was going to help.

Hermes laid down on the pillows and let out a relaxed sigh, he already had the plan all mapped out. "Dionysus, you know very well even if Ares does win...I'm not letting him screw you and Ariadne. By the way....is he using his OWN horses for this?", he asked. Ares's chariot was pulled by a trio of horses that would be best described as literal Night Mares, these mystical fire breathing war horses are fast, aggressive and can pull a lot more than Ares's weight.

Dionysus turned, sniffling, "....I'm not sure why?", now he was curious as to what Hermes was planning, "why? What are you going to do?". He was desperate to find some way of winning. It would be devastating if Ariadne found out she was going to be a prize for Ares and lose her kingdom let alone have her husband lose a challenge he decided to enter.

Hermes gave a smirk, inspite of current events he always knew how to make time for anything. "Well, I remember correctly....his horses are pretty tough....if he is using his horses, I could let them out....replace them with some of the horses from here.....I mean...how does wine effect horses.... especially ones that....breath fire?", he asked with a sly grin. He leaped up, pacing back and forth. "We could.....get him drunk, throw him off his game...or...we can go a little more further.", he turned to Dionysus for some approval.

Dionysus was catching on with Hermes's plan. He stood up, "...yeah.....I see where you're going with this....yeah.....but how are we going to get the horses to drink the wine? I mean....you can't just lead a horse to water....also....what if an animal that BREATHES fire....wine is flammable you know...". The two were brainstorming, thinking of ways Ares could be sabotaged. Their brain power would get a boost in the form of someone outside. The two heard the familiar but eloquently frustrated voice of Apollo, demanding to see Dionysus. Dionysus rushes to the tent entrance and opens to see Apollo, talking to one of the satyrs guarding the tent. "Hey man how's it hanging?", Dionysus chimed.

Apollo turned around and the look on his face spoke a thousands that all could translate to "What the HELL did I tell you?!". He marched towards Dionysus, pushes him gently back into the tent to yell at him. "WHY IS THERE AN EVENT GOING ON?!?", he shouted, "I thought I told you to hold off on any parties or anything to make sure the people are safe from what's been going on!". He almost couldn't believe that Dionysus would go the point of risking the Delphians for the sake of having fun.

Dionysus slunked into himself like a turtle going into his shell. "W-well Apollo ol'pal...ugh....wow you are NOT going to believe what else....ugh...Ares is here too....aaaaaand I'm in trouble.....more specifically.... Ariadne is in trouble.", he tried to soften the news but even he knew it wasn't going to quell Apollo's mild fury.

Hermes stepped into help in his own way, "Yeah Dionysus bet his wife, Delphi itself and his patronship of Delphi to Ares if he lost.", successfully making the situation far worse. Apollo's usually fare glowingly pale face was slowly glowing a burning fiery orange with anger, it became hotter in the tent, melting any wax candles and drying any leaves from fruits inside. "Come on Apollo, are you really going to get mad inside of this highly flammable tent with your two favorite brothers in mine?", Hermes charmed Apollo. The hot glow dimmed back into the cooler pale tone he usually had, he knew no matter how angry he got it would be pointless to lose his temper.

Apollo took a deep sigh, sat down to further collect himself. ".....ok...now...what do you plan on doing then?", he asked. He could see both Dionysus and Hermes had a plan, and he knew he wasn't going to like it. "Oh good....it seems you both have something cooked up.", he begrudgingly assumed.

The two stood there looking at Apollo, Hermes walked to a table that had a bottle of wine. "Let's just say, Ares isn't going to drive his chariot straight if his HORSES have been drinking....oh..ugh....DID you see his horses?", he asked. Apollo nodded 'yes', so unfortunately, the plan of forcing Ares's horses to drink the wine would pose a challenge. "Ok, so....we will have to feed the horses something else....spiked fruit?", he suggested. The two looked at Hermes, both couldn't argue against the idea yet they found it to be a usable one.

Dionysus chimed in, "yeah I think I have some marinated apples somewhere. We could feed it to his horses if they don't drink the wine.", he left the tent to look for some at a food tent nearby, leaving the two brothers alone.

Apollo knew that Hermes wasn't here just to enjoy watching Dionysus's fake Olympic games, he had been watching what had been going on in Greece. "Hermes, now that we're alone. What have you seen as of late? Is what I've heard from Artemis true?", Apollo was referring to the wolf man that Hermes and Artemis had encountered. He had recently come in contact with Artemis, whom had come to him to ask about Zeus's whereabouts.

His mischievous demeanor calmed into a somber awareness. Hermes took a deep sigh, he got distracted with Dionysus's issue. He turned to Apollo, "yeah, it was pretty freaky...the thing didn't die on the first shot either. I haven't seen them appear during the day though. I think these creatures only come out of night.", he took off hat hat and scratched his head. "Dionysus was getting a lot of complaints....guess people here can't stand still for long....I can see why he caved in, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone....I can relate, buuuuut honestly the whole situation feels weird.". Hermes felt mildly uncomfortable about his encounter, he had been so use to seeing things die and stay dead, that it had never occurred to him that something could reanimate.

Apollo's stern face loosened up, "Well.....he always seems to listen to his mortal citizens more than me so I'm not sure why I always act surprised.", he relaxed a little but noticed Hermes a little bit worried, "Are you ok? Artemis did mention you didn't take too well to the.... creature.". He could see Hermes look like a someone who saw something he shouldn't.

"it's ok", Hermes replied, "....I just prefer dead things to be dead....that's all.". He turned to the shuffling tent wall and sees Dionysus come in with a jar of fruit pickled in wine. "Ah perfect Dio, I'll take the fruit and wine. Wait here and I'll handle the rest.", Hermes took the jar and an amphora of wine and jetted off, leaving Dionysus and Apollo in the tent.

Dionysus turned to Apollo, "sooooo........ugh....hehe, have you seen the games? Man the folks out there are having fun.", he tried to make it as if he wasn't caring about his dilemma but there was no point, "man I fucked up big time..... fucking Ares, the asshole.... should have asked for someone who wouldn't want to fuck Ariadne.....man I'm a terrible husband.", he slumped on to a pile of pillows. He was still worried about the joust, he was worried about losing Ariadne's trust in him, and above all he was worried if he resembled Zeus in the worst way possible. Dionysus let out a deep sigh, "guess I really am my dad's kid..."

Apollo could hear the hurt in Dionysus's voice, he got closer to him and placed his hand on his back. "Look, you messed up even for your standards.....but you're not a terrible husband, you two are young newlyweds, you've been married for a short amount time and mistakes happen.... don't be THAT hard on yourself. There's still time to fix things....does she know about the bet?", asked Apollo.

"No...she doesn't....and I don't want her to know about ANY of it. If I lose, I lose everything that's important to me....if I win...well...I have yet to see Ares be a good sport about losing....for all I know he'll tell her out of spite", Dionysus replied.

"Oh come now, Ares is a difficult person for sure and he's unbarable at times....but I doubt he will be that level of cruelty. Maybe he was just exaggerating...after all the man is the father of Fear and Terror himself, he would know a thing or two about making people fear him." Apollo reassured him. "Plus, I have no doubt Ariadne would forgive you. You've done quite a lot for her if you remember, she knows you love her and you'd end the world for her.", Apollo hoped his words would at least inspire Dionysus not to consider himself a failure of a husband. After all, he along with Hades, have seemed to have rather successful marriages and to compare one's marriage to Zeus's marriage is surly a blow to one's heart and soul let alone their ego.

Dionysus looked at Apollo and smiled, "....thanks....but I just don't want to mess up anyway.", he got up and took a quick peek outside to see how far into the games the people had gotten through. Unfortunately time wouldn't be on their side, it had seems the Delphians had gone through the whole games and have already started giving out makeshift medals. "GAH! THE GAMES ARE ALMOST DONE!", he loudly panicked, he ran towards the set of armor that he set aside so he can put on for the joust, "OH GODS IM FUCKED! Hermes better be done with what he was doing!", he quickly put on his armor.

"I'll go and distract Ares then, see if I can change his mind about the bet, good luck out there Dionysus.", Apollo quickly left Dionysus in the tent.

"Bye see you later.", Dionysus responded.

Elsewhere, Hermes was at a temporary stable where the horses for the joust. Hermes snuck into the stables in hopes no one noticed him. He looked around and could see Ares's three huge, scary looking chariot horses, he slowly tiptoed to them. The horses noticed his presence, these weren't friendly horses, these horses might as well have been the horses of straight from King Augeas's stable. Hermes took a bowl and pored the wine into it, he raised it to the opening of the stable up to the three horses. In a whispered voice, "...hey there buddies, you want something to take the edge off? Come on, it should smell irresistible.", Hermes was hoping the sweet smelling wine would attract their attention, one of the horses did I fact take a sip from the bowl. It drank the whole thing in a few sips, letting out a loud delighted whinny.

"Hehe, perfect.", Hermes poured another bowl to see if he could give more wine, the same horse drank the wine while the second horse became curious and took a few sips as well. Now all was left was to get the third horse hooked on the wine, but the third horse was different, this one was a stubborn mare that lead the trio while they pull the chariot. She wasn't going to fall for the wine as easily. Hermes took a quick peak at the mare, "c'moooooon, what gives?", he could see she was all the way in the corner, glaring at him while her brothers fought to take the last few sips. As Hermes poured the last of wine into the bowl, he went to take out a wine soaked pealed apple from the jar. He gently tossed to the mare, the other two horses could smell the wine on the apple and tried to go right for it, but the mare reared her head, snorting aggressively. The two other horses stopped, the mare sniffed the apple and took a small nibble.

It took a few seconds for the mare to understand why this apple was spicy, however, she seemed to have liked the spiked fruit and ate it in one bite. She clopped towards Hermes, intimidating him for more apples, he quickly obliged and held the jar to the mare. She shoved her muzzle into the jar, eating a few more bits of alcoholic fruit. Hermes wasn't satisfied yet, he left the jar with the mare and he quickly ran to get two more amphoras of wine. He quickly began to pore more wine for all three horses, the more the three sipped, the relaxed and tipsy they acted. The three swayed back and forth, bumping into each other, loudly snorting and whinnying.

Plan A, was a success. Hermes patted the three horses snouts, knowing damn well he would never have a chance to do this with Ares's horses ever again. "Ok, bye bye.", he darted off to see what Ares was doing, unfortunately, he was more focused than ever, he was now for some reason practicing using his sword on an innocent tree as if he was going to fight Dionysus to the death. "What the fuck is he doing, he isn't going to kill dionysus is he?", Hermes questioned to himself. He suddenly saw Apollo call out to Ares, wanting to have a conversation with him. "Ah oh, this is going to be good....or really bad.", Hermes hoped Apollo was going to help.

End of chpr 9

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Been having a weird/off week. But you know what’s made it better?

Spending some more time in Midvale with Supergirl Ep. 6x06, “Prom Again!”

Spoilers!

So! Last week was the fun shenanigans/set-up, THIS WEEK we get the emotional pay-offs and oooooh. So good. So good.

Historically, Supergirl kinda struggles to stick its landing when it comes to paying off its set-ups, but I think this episode is really solid in that regard.  

And thus, we begin! With the forest showdown! And I love it. Love every part of it. Love Kara flying in and freeing Nia and Brainy with her heat vision, love that one of Kenny and Kara’s go-to plays is called ‘Speed Racer’, love Brainy’s whole, ‘my buddy’s gonna BLAST YA if you don’t cooperate’ and Kara just. Threatens the bad guys from the shrubbery.

She’s supposed to be scary and intimidating with the heat vision eyes but dagnabbit...it’s just kind of cute.

Last week I completely forgot to mention how much I love that Kenny and Kara have go-to plays WITH NAMES. (NERDY names at that!) And also that Alex is so exasperated by it.

JUST YOU WAIT, KIDDO. 

Fast forward to the Fortress and everyone’s happy! The day is saved! The timeline is restored! Alex apologizes for being a bit of a grouch!

*cough* understatement *cough*

And Brainy doesn’t get the fist bump, d’awwwww. XD

Nia has a lovely chat with Kara wherein SHE is the elder hero who inspires the youths. Nice. NICE.

And THEN, the first of some good Danvers Sisters scenes...we’ll call this one ‘the mini-van chat.’ 

Kara apologizing about the ‘Zookeeper fight-y thing’ and the GLASSES FIDGET.

Shout out to the writers, who were ON-POINT with the dialogue for both parts, and shout out to the young actresses as well. It’s...honestly uncanny, how well they nailed playing Kara and Alex. 

(I mean, we knew this already, of course, but GOSH. What a wonderful showcase. So, so glad, that we got such a large Midvale story in the final season.)

Right, so, another dialogue highlight from the mini-van chat (but like, not in a silly way. More in a, ‘oh wow that’s very sweet’ way) Alex, to Kara about her choice: ‘It’s the right one because you made it.’

THESE KIDS.

Then we go to Nia and Brainy on the Legion Cruiser!

Nia’s outfit? Outstanding. Brainy’s mask? Admittedly a little distracting because it didn’t look like it was fitting quite right.

But A+ song choice for their dance, show. 

(Really, A+ song choices across the board. You can tell they were absolutely LOVING getting in all those needle drops.) 

And then we discover--ALL IS NOT WELL! THE TIMELINE IS STILL BROKEN!

Cat Grant has released the aliens! And she has been captured! And yet she remains heckin’ fearless!

Love that she calls Mitch ‘Mr. Blue Sky.’

It took me a while to warm up to this ‘new’ version of Cat Grant but this episode really gave her some fun stuff to do and yep, I dig it. Great stuff. 

Meanwhile, back at the prom...

I'm taking this moment to applaud the Supergirl folks for their very nice workarounds for ‘crowded’ locations this season thus far. The episodes have never felt like, overtly obvious in terms of Covid protocol impacts (I mean there are a few scenes here and there where you’re like, ‘oh, yeah, this is set up in this specific way to probably account for some production changes) but I’ve never felt that the episodes are losing anything, you know?

Case in point! Two episodes, set in a crowded high school! But most of the stuff takes place before/between classes, or outside!

(Specifically enjoyed all the outdoor stuff and natural lighting. It’s not quite the same as that LA sunshine, but. Still nice.)  

Anyways, in “Prom Again!” the action/discussions are set in the hallways/classrooms outside of the actual Prom. Inobtrusive! Makes sense for the story! Doesn’t compromise!

Gold stars for everyone. 

Kara and Kenny are BOTH unrelentingly cheesy--Kara even says as much--and it’s wonderful.

‘Hey Stargazer.’ Kara, you smooth operator you.

Shout out to Kenny’s bowtie, it’s great.

...Shout out to Kenny in general.

(Like, Will is great, but he’s got a lot to live up to, now.)

So FURTHER PROOF THAT THE TIMELINE IS BUSTED: Kara is going to stay in Midvale!

:O

Me, knowing full well that Kara has to go to National City, but also being...just a liiiiittle bit team Kenny: 

And then...THE METEOR!

That Kara just. Body-slams.

It reminded me of another Danvers, who also body-slams some space stuff:

But UNLIKE Kara’s cross-company cousin, this particular move does not end well!

Because there’s KRYPTONITE! And also, a CLOAKED SPACESHIP, BLOCKING THE FALLING METEOR DEBRIS! And, you know, ALIEN HUNTERS THREATENING HIGH SCHOOLERS! And Kenny SACRIFICES HIMSELF FOR KARA!

(Well, okay. It’s tonight but you get the idea.)

Poor, sweet Kenny. Who feels WAY out of his depth as he’s imprisoned alongside Cat on the alien ship...but it does bring us one of her patented ‘tough love pep talks.’ Wherein she calls Kenny brilliant.

And also, Kendall.

Never change, Cat. Never change.

Also, “Go, go.”

Okay, some more rapid fire specifics that I enjoyed so that this list doesn’t get...too? Long? ...No promises.

Smol Kara squaring her shoulders in that classic Kara Super Pose! 

Alex being able to pick a lock!

Kara using the reflected sunlight from the moon to heal!

‘That’s an 80% failure rate’ ‘Oh yes it’s terrible.’

The scene where the police have Kara, and Alex comes rushing out all, ‘that’s my sister!’ and Kara’s gonna just RISK EVERYTHING to fix this?

100/10, excellent, love to see that Danvers Sisters angst in the Worst Timeline. Also? Alex’s desperate little headshake, silently pleading for Kara to NOT DO THE THING???? Devastating. In the best way.

‘The world will know that name...Keira.’ 

No Plutonian Landshark sightings!?!? Not even a graphic on a computer screen? FOR SHAME!

(Personally, I’m imaging that they look like Jeff, pictured below.)

Kara stowing away on the Cruiser, and her very cute, ‘Don’t be mad!’

Her entire speech about her future--She’s just seventeen! She doesn’t have her driver’s license yet! Eliza’s only let her do the laundry once! She’s not even sure she can make rice!

(Eliza, I love you, but for Pete’s sake, let your kid do her own laundry.) 

Brainy and Kara trying to play it cool upon being discovered by Kenny and Alex! 

Their story involving an excess of formal wear!

Nia inspiring Cat to start CatCo, and telling her she’s CAT FREAKIN’ GRANT!

“If you say Lois Lane I will expire.”

Wait, did I mention the lucid dreaming power yet? ...Nia’s lucid dreaming power!

The entirety of Kara and Kenny’s talk in the gym!

Kara in the Worst Timeline tell Alex, ‘you don’t have to shout’. And then in the Fixed Timeline: ‘inside voice please.’

And she quotes Monty Python that lil GOOBER.

THE WHOLE EPISODE(S) was a GOSHDARN DELIGHT, I TELL YA. (Did I say that last week? I might’ve said that last week, but I don’t care.)

And now, some slightly more in-depth, overall thoughts:

So, How ‘Bout Them Danvers: Not surprisingly, the girls end up in, if not the exact same place as the end of “Midvale”, then pretty darn close. I’m trying to avoid, like. All of fandom, these days, but unfortunately, the bad takes are numerous, and often untagged. So I did see a bunch of people insisting that Kenny living ‘ruined the Danvers’ relationship’ and that the show is ‘taking away everything that makes Kara Kara’

To which I say:

In the broadest terms, what needs to happen by episode’s end to match up with “Midvale”, and prep the kiddos for the stuff that happens in the Pilot - Kara needs to put the aspirations of super-ing on the backburner, and Alex needs to like. Not hate Kara, but also be committed to helping Kara keep her secret, you know...secret. 

All of these things are set up. I repeat: All. Of. Them.

And Kenny didn’t have to die!

(I will admit, I chuckled that they so blatantly teased an untimely demise for him...because I know it will annoy select corners of fandom.

Muhahahahaha.)

But anyways, back to those key ingredients for making a ‘Danvers Sisters in the same emotional place they were in @ Midvale’s end’ soup: Alex deals with that simmering resentment. Seeing Kara handle herself well in a super-ing context gives her that little, ‘hey, this isn’t so bad!’ outlook.

BUT INTERESTINGLY, in the Fixed Timeline, Alex and Kara don’t have that chat in the supply room, where Alex is like. ‘You CANNOT reveal your powers, BAD THINGS will happen if you do.’ 

That is saved for the Pilot!*

MEANWHILE. The Kara ingredients! She puts super-ing on hold. 

Her chat with Kenny functions as a replacement for her chat with J’onn-as-Not!Alura, in the sense that it’s here that she reveals that she didn’t choose to come to Midvale, she didn’t choose these powers. 

(...I can already sense fandom using those lines to prove their end-of-series theories and like. Ugh. Ugh.) 

But anyways. It’s also here that we get shades of Pilot!Kara, what with the season one conflict of being Super vs. being normal. 

It’s ALL THE SAME STUFF.

Fandom needs to like. Chill. 

And their (fake) concern for Kara’s characterization is entirely misplaced, because this was a really wonderful showcase for Kara in particular.

Like. The first episode was really Nia’s time to shine, and we still got solid Brainy and Nia action in this episode!

But man. That good Kara content.

THE CONTENT I CRAVE!

So speaking of good Kara content in particular, I LOVED Kara’s prom dress. It's got both a SKIRT. AND PANTS!

Amazing.

I know nothing of fashion, but it was very cute, very girly, and okay. Though I hate the comic, the one thing I actually liked about Future State is Kara’s costume. This was similar!

(Thank goodness it looked nothing like the prom dress from Rebirth. That...was a bit of a train wreck.)

(Look, not all comic artists are great clothes designers, it’s just how it is.)

We see the empowerment theme come up with Kara inspiring Kenny; he describes her as ‘an amazing light in a world of darkness’ and tells her that, ‘you changed me, Kara Zor-El.’

We love to see it. 

They also agree that stargazing and Monty Python make for the perfect prom these absolute NERDS I love them.

*Quick wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey note WRT making this episode ‘fit’ with the Pilot: I’m not saying that it 100% does. There’s already the change with the Kryptonite, and the added info/awareness of the DEO. 

Those little changes, though, don’t really impact the overall arc of Kara and Alex, the way the emotional stuff might. 

Thus! The ‘Pilot’ of Earth Prime, and in fact, the ENTIRETY of the show’s run thus far most likely involved little differences throughout, but the emotional core is very close, if not the exact same.

BUT EITHER WAY, it doesn’t matter, because our Kara and Alex are still our Kara and Alex thanks to the multiple sets of memories! 

(So all of fandom’s freaking out is for naught. As it almost always is.) 

I bring this up because, again, as much as I talk about setting stuff up for where we find Kara six years from now--this Kara is a little different! She comes across as more confident, something Izabela Vidovic mentioned in an interview, when discussing her approach to playing Kara this time around. 

And now, Alex: Admittedly, she gets less focus as like, a solo-entity in these episodes--she really is there to serve the more Kara-centric plot. Personally, it didn’t bother me too much because outside of these flashback episodes, Alex has had some solid development and screen time, so. It balances out.

And the scenes we did get with those 2? Solid. Top tier. There was even a couch scene! Like, technically. Because there was a couch in the supply room. XD  

Spotlight on Kenny: fandom kinda loves to insist that all the men on Supergirl are trash, because, ya know. 'Feminism’ or whatever. It’s ships, it’s always ships. But, in fact! The dudes on Supergirl? Are actually wonderful! And Kenny is another example of a guy who isn’t afraid to be emotionally vulnerable, who 1000% supports Kara, but is also like. His own person. 

GOOD JOB, SHOW. GOOD JOB.

Brainy too, had some really nice stuff in terms of dealing with his emotions!

And it’s Brainy who gives us our closing line, as Nia asks him how he’s feeling now that they’ve accomplished their mission:

“Hopeful.”

NOICE.

In conclusion! “Prom Night” and “Prom Again!” were EXCELLENT! They had heart! They had stakes! They had the promised time-travel do-over alluded to in the titles! Outstanding performances from the entire cast! Tthe ‘young’ versions of characters in particular! And I WILL be watching these episodes on repeat throughout the three-month hiatus! XD

But before the Super Friends take their break: NEXT WEEK! The Quest for Kara Concludes!!!

[miss-tc-nova]

Colds and Cards - Cloud Strife x Fem!Reader

This was supposed to be a series, but I don’t know anymore. That’s also why our “reader/oc” here is kind of specific...Still, I like the first bit even it it’s not really romantic. Dunno if I’ll pick it up again or not. 

~~~~~

                “Hey, you’ve got an infantryman is trying to go out on a mission,” the secretary calls out to me. I look up from my computer.

                “Huh?”

                “Yeah. Kid wants to go out but needs medical clearance first,” she chuckles. “But he looks like death.”

                I sigh, “Okay. Thank you.”

                Ambling down the hall, I pull the clipboard down and look over the patient’s file. He’s young, new, and apparently eager to prove himself having only gone on three missions before this. But supposedly someone noticed he’s sick and now he needs my okay to go into the field. If I’ve learned anything about newbies, they’re pretty desperate for approval, so I may have my hands full with this one.

                I give a brief knock and let myself in. Sitting on the patient’s bed is a young man with wild blonde hair, but the moment he looks up, I know he’s not getting my clearance. His skin was pale and his nose tinted pink; he looked like death. Still, I have to be polite.

                “Good morning. Mr. Strife, right?” He nods subtly. “I hear you’re hoping to go out on a mission.”

                “Yeah. I got a stuffy nose, but other than that, I’m okay,” he says with a clearly sick nasally sound. He’s not okay.

                “Oh, sweetie. I hate to tell you, but I don’t even have to check your temperature to tell you that you’re not going on that mission today,” I tell him, trying to be as gentle as possible in breaking it to him.

      ��         “But I’m fine! I-” He breaks out into a raspy cough. Once it passes, he peers up at me with a pair of begging, beautiful, blue eyes.

                I raise an eyebrow. “Fine huh?”

                The man looks like a sad puppy. “Is there really no way I can go?”

                “Sorry. But a sick infantryman is much more likely to become a dead infantryman and I’m not having that on my conscience.” I set the clipboard aside and pick up my stethoscope. “Now, if you want to get back to work anytime soon, you better follow my instructions to a T.”

                “I thought doctors were supposed to have a bunch of training,” he grumbles. “You don’t look any older than me.”

                I smile at him. “I’m a quick learner, but I’m still technically in training with Dr. Harlow down the hall.” His eyes flicker to me. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m still your doctor and I can handle a cold.”

                “Ugh, a cold?” he groans.

                I don’t intend for it to, but a giggle escapes me. “Yes Mr. Strife. I’m pretty sure have a cold.”

                “But I haven’t even told you my symptoms yet.”

                “Okay, tell me your symptoms. Honestly, now.”

                And he does. We go through the standard check up and I take a swab to send off for testing. When the results return, I go back in with the answers in hand.

                “Well, it turns out I was wrong,” I hum. His head tilts. “You have the flu.” He groans and slowly just collapses onto the bed. “I’m sorry but we’re going to have to quarantine you.”

                “What?”

                “We can’t have you spreading it to everyone in the bunker, so we’ll get a room set up for you here in the infirmary until it passes.”

                “Uuuaaaaggghhhh...”

                “Oh come now. You’ll get a room all to yourself.”

                Despite his all his complaints, the patient doesn’t exactly fight me. I get him situated in his new room and leave him to rest. However when I get a spare moment a few hours later to check on him, I do not find him resting. Instead, he appears to be halfway through a set of pushups.

                “You should be resting, Mr. Strife,” I warn, leaning against the door frame. The young man scrambles to his feet, stumbling backwards into his bed. “Don’t make me order restraints on you.”

                “S-Sorry,” he mumbles.

                “And what did I say about following my instructions? If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll just end up staying longer.”

                “Yes ma’am.” I just want to pinch his cheeks.

                “Look, my shift ends in two hours. Why don’t you nap until then and I’ll come visit you after.”

                “Um, okay.”

                I point at him. “But I mean it. Get some rest. If I catch you straining yourself again, I will have you tied down.”

                He tenses. “Yes ma’am.”

                “Good.”

                As I warned, the young man rests, at least as far as I can tell as I casually pass his room. Clocking out, I sign in at the front desk as a guest and visit my patient. I crack the door open with a gentle knock and find him sitting on his bed, chewing on an apple.

                “Hey. How are you feeling?” He sticks his tongue out. I giggle. “The pain killers helping at all?”

                “Yes, ma’am.” He’s a well mannered young man; unusual for Shinra militants.

                Sitting at the small table, I dig through my bag. “You don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’. I’m _____.”

                He scritches nervously at the back of his head. “You can call me Cloud.”

                “Well Cloud, did you nap like I told you to?”

                “Yeah, but only for like an hour.”

                “That’s better than nothing.” I display the deck I keep for my boredom. “Wanna play?”

                He ducks his head. “I don’t know how to play any card games.”

                “That’s fine. I’ll teach you. Come sit.”

                I teach the infantryman a handful of card games and we whittle the day away. He picks up most of them pretty quickly, not that I’ve taught him any of the complicated ones yet.

                “Any queens?” he asks.

                My shoulders drop and I pass him the card. “Beginner’s luck,” I chide.

                His head tilts. “What do you mean?”

                “You got twenty seven pairs. That’s more than half of the deck. I physically cannot win anymore,” I explain, gathering up the pairs I’d collected.

                “Oh.” A little smile lights up his face. He pushes his cards closer. “So what’s your favorite game?”

                I shuffle the cards together. “Hm? My favorite’s speed.”

                “How do you play that one?”

                So I show him how to play my favorite game. Once again, he grasps the idea easily and we start our first game. In about two minutes, the game ends when he sets his last card down.

                I hum, pulling the cards together, “Well Cloud, you’re better than I expected you to be.”

                “You let me win,” he says.

                He’s definitely more perceptive than I thought. Sheepishly, I answer, “I wouldn’t say I let you win so much as I wasn’t trying my hardest.” Those blonde brows furrow. “Don’t be mad. Nobody would play this game with me if I actually tried.”

                “Show me. Let’s play again.”

                What the poor boy doesn’t understand is that card games are my hobby and I’ve had a lot of spare time to play them. Yet while card games are my specialty, speed is my game.

                I deal out the game and let Cloud sort his hand. Once he’s done, we flip cards. Poor boy never had a chance. With some luck and only one flip, by the time my last card is down, he’s played maybe two cards in our twenty second game.

                “Holy shit,” he whispers, staring at the game he’s so miserably lost.

                “Don’t take it personally. I was lucky that round. Plus you’re sick,” I say, collecting the cards. Quickly, I shuffle the cards multiple ways, including one handed, throwing in a few Ben wade flourishes in. I’m very satisfied with the slack-jawed awe on his face when I place the deck in front of me. “And I have too much free time.”

                The corner of his lips pulls back. “You’re a card shark. I bet you let me win all those games.”

                “Not true,” I reply. “I genuinely suck at goldfish. Way too much luck involved. Though I guess I could’ve stashed a few cards down my shirt.” He scoffs at my answer. “Although.” I wave the cards out in a ribbon spread and pluck a single card: the ace of spades. “I always knew where this one was. There’s a knick in the corner.”

                He takes the card from me and examines it closely. “What?!”

                “This is my favorite deck. I’ve had it for a long time.” Returning the ace and stacking the cards, I push them closer to him. “But you can borrow it for a while. Maybe the next time we play you’ll pose a challenge.”

                “Are you sure?” he questions.

                “Yeah. Besides, if it keeps you entertained long enough to get over the flu, I don’t mind.”

                “Aren’t you worried you’ll get sick hanging out with me?”

                “Nah. I had my vaccine shot this year and I’ll wash up before I leave.” I look to the clock on his wall. It’s almost six; I’ve been playing games with this patient for four hours. “I should probably get going. They’ll be bringing dinner around soon.”

                “Okay. Thanks for showing me how to play.”

                I stand. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this much fun playing.” Cloud winces, pressing a palm to his eye. “Headache kicking again?”

                “Yeah...”

                I stare at him a moment before making a decision. “Can you keep a secret?” Those blue eyes peer up at me. Reaching out, I rest a hand in his hair, briefly distracting myself with how soft it is. With a little focus, a green glow emits from my arm and I feel some of my stamina draining.

                Cloud reaches a hand into his hair when I release him. “What was that?”

                I tap just below my elbow. “Materia. That deck of cards and a single orb of materia were all I had living in the slums. But I’m sure they’ll take it from me if they find out I have it, so don’t tell anyone.” He nods. “Anyway, I can’t really use it to cure the flu but I hope you feel better.”

                “Thanks.”

                I smile. “I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow.”

                He returns the expression. “Okay. See you tomorrow.”

                And that’s how I became friends with the sweetest Shinra employee I’ve ever met.

~~~~~ 

The Next Day...

                Knocking on the door, I hear Cloud answer and step inside, only to find my deck of cards scattered around the room and Cloud on the floor picking them up.

                “You forgot to teach me how to shuffle,” he replies bluntly.

                “And I see you learned how to play fifty two card pick up.”

[anastasiaskarsgard]

BAD IDEA

No one asked for this but here it is. Smutty smut drunken NSFW 18+ filth for your reading pleasure.

If you had any sense, you’d have stopped drinking hours ago and be in bed by now... but where’s the fun in that?

Your head felt somewhat heavy but light at the same time. It was more of a foggy feeling really. Honestly, you couldn't exactly pinpoint how you were feeling. All you knew was that it was the moment before passing out. The feeling of the alcohol being a little bit too much but not quite enough to push you over. Though you couldn't even recall why you were at the bar right now. In fact, now that you were thinking about it, you were alone with no idea where your friends had gone.

You turned slightly on your bar stool and leaned against the bar. The martini you were holding spilled over a bit as you moved, but you barely noticed or cared. I mean the glass was a terrible design. Far too easy to spill. You sipped at the remains of it absentmindedly as you surveyed the room. Where had your friends gone? Why did they do this to you? Invite you out and then ditch you. You needed a new friend.

Then you saw him. The most delicious man that you had ever laid eyes on was sitting farther down the bar. He was long-limbed with silky chestnut hair. Long legs, angular sharp features and my God those lips. He looked very broody too. Just your type, and he was all alone too.

You got up and walked over confidently, flashing your winning smile that often brought men to their knees, and struck a pose. He didn’t even seem to notice, as he looked back down at his glass disinterestedly.

He didn't say anything, and you wondered if he was already trashed. You poked him to see if he was even aware of his surroundings. He coldly glared at you.

Wow he was even better looking head on. You smirked at him mischevioisly. Aaannnnddd nothing. Wow!

“You responded! I was wondering if you were plastered already. Wait... you did just respond right?” You asked giggling.

“You realize that you're drunk?” he asked.

“False statement!” you sang in a sing song voice. “I'm very tipsy, and if I have one more I'll be drunk, but I'm definitely not there yet.” You tried to take a sip of your drink, but realized it was no longer in your hand. Confused, you looked around, trying to find it.

He was clearly skeptical, or at least, you thought so. The changes in his facial expressions were so minute that it was hard to tell. His eyes were green and very pretty though. Almost like emeralds or that crazy green algae in aquariums.

“For the sake of peace, how you take a shot with me, and then we'll both agree that I'm drunk!” You winked at him.

He didn’t react, just looked away again, ignoring you. It was a shame he was so good looking and such a poop. Seemed like a waste. You didn’t care that you were staring at the side of his head. It was pretty amazing how good he was at blocking you out though.

“What kind of drunk are you?” you suddenly asked.

“Excuse me?!” he demanded, snapping his attention back to you.

“How're you drunk? You look like a moody drunk to me.” You nodded slightly, agreeing with yourself like you’d just given some sage advice.

“I don't get drunk."

“Nu-uh!” you disagreed. “That's a lie and green eyes don't lie, and you have such lovely green eyes. Green eyes only get jealous!”

“You must be a stupid drunk,” he muttered to himself.

“No! Stop lying green eyes! You're not supposed to lie. I'm a horny drunk, and I'm not horny enough to be drunk yet,” you shared.

“Why are you bothering me?” He seethed.

“Because you're gorgeous. Also I lost my friends, and I want you to get drunk with me. I’ve had the worst week in my life and I never go out or get drunk. I’m the most responsible bitch you’ve ever met!” You said waving your arms dramatically. You leaned in and spoke breathily in his ear “but not today, today I’m all about terrible decisions, and I’ve never seen a better bad idea than you.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “if I buy you a drink, will that make you go away?”

“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But you need to get another one too and drink with me!” You turned to the bartender and got his attention.

“Another martini for me and a... whatever he had before for green eyes here! Plus we need two shots of something that tastes nice. He's paying,” you told the bartender.

In your tipsy state, you didn't notice the way the bartender looked to the man next to you for confirmation, Nor did you notice the way your green eyed man nodded at the bartender. You were too focused on admiring his face.

When the bartender returned, you both took your shots, then you made sure that your green eyed man was drinking his drink before downing your own.

“Now I'm drunk!” you declared happily.

“Good. Now go away.”

You pouted. “But I don't know where to go, or even how to get there. And you’re my bad idea. Are you drunk yet?”

“Ugh.” He was obviously very sick of you. “I'd have to be in order to deal with you." He signaled the bartender who promptly brought him another drink.

“Where's my drink? How come you get another one!” You whined.

“I'm not buying you anymore. Go away.” He glared at you. He was not very nice at all and normally you’d never let someone speak to you this way, but you were drunk and he was pretty.

“You're mean! Ummmmm...”It occurred to you that you didn't know his name. “What's your name again?”

He looked at you with disbelief. “You don't know who I am?”

“Noooooooo.” You were confused. “Do I know you? Because if You know me then you know I’m not being myself and you should be way more confused like me. I don’t remember everyone I meet tho. Don't take it personally. Oh God, we've met before. . . Did you maybe get a haircut? what's your name again?”

He laughed, but it didn't seem very happy, more like a calculating laugh. It gave you the shivers. You wanted him to make you shiver in other ways.

You got distracted by his eyes again. As he drank, you watched him, entranced. He wasn’t as good at ignoring you though, he checked you out, and then looked up to see you staring and glared at you again.

You stood up abruptly, and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him. You bit his lip, dominating, but then he began to kiss back. Soon you were fighting him for control. His hand was in your hair, pulling it to get your head at a better angle for him. You pulled away and thrilled at the fact he had been so responsive.

You bit your lip and whispered in his ear, “I don't live too far from here.”

“Where?” His voice was slightly husky.

You rattled off your address for him, and suddenly, he had your arm and you were both leaving. This was kinda surprising. He went from stone cold to let’s go in record time. Walking was proving to be a bit difficult in the gravel wearing heels so he picked you up like you didn’t weigh anything in a bridal hold. He smelled nice, so you snuggled up against him and let you carry you, grinning like an idiot. He lightly kissed your forehead and gently rubbed shapes in your skin where he held you. It was very soothing and almost sweet.

Suddenly, he set you down and you found yourself looking at your door. You didn't know how he had gotten you to your apartment. He'd distracted you the entire way with his kissing and touching. You fumbled for your keys and had a very hard time getting your door open. He made it harder by kissing your neck the entire time. This was the best idea you’d ever had.

As soon as your door popped open, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walked inside. As soon as the door was closed, your back was against it and he was kissing you again. By now you'd lost the battle, and he was in complete control, and you were loving it. He was so dominant, and losing yourself in someone was just what you needed.

You began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to know what his chest felt like, wanting to feel his skin. He broke away for air, and you took the opportunity to unhook your legs from around his waist so you could unbutton the last few buttons. You removed his shirt and threw it somewhere. At this point, you were standing so you kissed your way down his chest and to his belt. Unhooking his belt and quickly pulling it off, you took the opportunity to make a mad dash for your room He caught you before you made it, and you dropped his belt as he picked you up. You squealed with excitement as He carried you into your room and dropped you on your bed. Then he was on top of you, kissing your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt. One unhooked your bra as the other pushed the cups up and away from your breasts. His thumb moved over your nipple lightly causing you to gasp slightly. He cupped your breast with his hand and brushed the nipple, harsher this time causing you to moan. Then his hands were both tugging your shirt off.You were quickly topless and his eyes were on your chest before he dipped his head down and his mouth was around a nipple. He licked and bit it lightly. But you forgot about his mouth completely as one of his hands found its way under your skirt and cupped you from over your underwear. You arched into his hand as it pressed against you and moaned lightly. He pushed your underwear aside and two fingers slid into you. You began to moan and buck your hips into his hand as his fingers pushed in and then pulled out slightly. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before smirking at you. “What a good girl. You're so wet for me.”

You whimpered as he got off of you and the cold air made you shiver. He yanked your skirt and underwear off before undoing his pants. You watched fascinated as he pulled his pants and boxers down. He was gorgeous everywhere. His skin was flawless, and he was nicely toned with broad shoulders and a prominent V line. Speaking of that area, he was very nicely sized, downright impressive. He could walk around naked and not have a single insecurity you decided.

You didn't have much time to admire his body, as soon as his pants were off he was on top of you and between your legs again. He pushed into you quickly not giving you very much time to adjust before he was pounding into you. His thrusts were hard and fast leaving you convulsing and moaning beneath him with screams and moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if you looked crazy or pissed off the neighbors.

Soon his rough pace had you seeing all white and reaching your climax. You shook and convulsed beneath him, clenching around his member but he fucked through it. He kept going and soon you were starting to build up again. You were almost seeing stars again when his pace sped up and he crushed his lips into yours, kissing you possessively as you both climaxed. He stayed inside you, giving you sweet kisses and rubbing his nose against your cheek. It was a stark contrast from the way he just fucked you.

You started to rock your hips again, and then quickly flipped him over so you were straddling him, smiling triumphantly.

He was apparently not amused by this and you found yourself face down in your mattress. His hands pulled your hips up and he roughly entered you from behind. His pace was fast and hard again but you were enjoying it. His hands were holding your hips in place tightly and you held your upper body up with your arms. At some point he reached forward and hooked your mouth with two fingers pulling your face so he could see you, growling the most dirty delectable things at you. That sent you over the edge and you were completely undone. Never in your life, had you cum like that. He came soon afterward and you both collapsed onto your bed. He pulled you over and kissed you on your head affectionately.

It was crazy how he could go from ice cold asshole, to passionate savage lover, to soft sweet cuddler in the blink of an eye.

Staying awake seemed impossible, and in your hazy state, you didn’t care that you’d just had unprotected sex with a total stranger, or what ever happened to your friends, or what your neighbors may think of your loud shameless fucking; there was still something you wanted to know. “Green eyes? What’s your name?”

He tensed up a bit and hesitated. You could practically feel him thinking before nuzzling into your hair and whispering in your ear....

“My name is Roman Godfrey.”

[calpalirwin]

Since Kindergarten

Summary: Jaz and Michael slowly learn that maybe they shouldn’t be too harsh on Ashton for having a crush when they can’t even figure it out themselves.

A/N: Spin off/alternate storyline of @cxddlyash​’s work Make You Mine

Word Count: 5.8k

And away, and away we go!

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“Club meeting after school. It’ll be on the announcements, but I know you never pay attention,” I tell Michael.

“I’m Vice President, Jaz. I know when my club meets,” the boy rolls his pretty green eyes.

“Our club,” I correct, patting his chest.

His eyes roll again. “Yeah, yeah. Catch ya later Madam President.” He gives me a mock salute before dashing down the hall to his class.

I laugh to myself as I walk into my science class, stalling as I spot a girl I’ve never seen before in my usual seat. “Uh… you’re in my seat,” I tell her, taking the desk directly to her left.

“Shit, I’m sorry…” the girl mumbles, grabbing her things.

I wave my hand for her to stay where she is. “I’m fucking with you. Mr. C doesn’t give two shits where we sit anyway. Something about encouraging our growing minds to make the right decisions for ourselves. I’m Jasmine, by the way. Everyone calls me Jaz, though.”

“Y/N,” she replies, her voice a little stronger as she relaxes back into the desk.

“So, where’d ya move from?”

“North Carolina.”

“Shit,” I nod approvingly. As if I knew fuckin’ anything about North Carolina… “So you’re probably used to the heat then?”

She laughs politely. “Yeah. It’s a lot dryer here though.”

“Yeah, that’s California for ya.”

“Aw, look at that!” a voice behind us cooed sadistically. “The old loser’s making friends with the new loser.”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way to talk about your friends, Rachel,” I deadpan, offering Rosie my award winning smile.

The girl with strawberry blonde hair that falls in perfect waves down her designer sweater scoffs. “Whatever. You would take in the strays, wouldn’t you?”

“Funny, we say the same thing about you dating Greg, Ruby,” I respond, continuing to butcher her’s and her tool of boyfriend’s names on purpose.

Rosie scoffs again, and I smirk at the little stamp of her foot. “At least I don’t sleep with all my friends. Or are you into girls? I can never tell when you hang out with those boys who’s fucking who.”

“You should ask George, I’m sure he knows. Run along now, Ruth. I heard today we’re gonna figure out why scientifically some girls peak in high school.”

“Ugh! You’re such a loser!”

“Sorry about that…” I apologize to Y/N, who has her eyes squeezed shut and is white knuckling her desk. “Just ignore her. It’s what everybody else does.”

“Not you,” she points out. “You stood up to her…”

I shrug my shoulders. “Nah, standing up to her would be slugging her right in her pretty lil face. I just like to remind her that she’s not the only one who can run their mouth. Anyway... North Carolina, huh?”

~~~

I spot my friends already hanging by the doorway of the cafeteria with their lunches. I mutter a quick thanks as I grab my lunch before making my way over to them. “Sup, losers?” I grin, balancing my tray in one hand so I can throw my other arm around Michael’s shoulder.

The boy laughs, before looping his own arm across my shoulders. “What’s the game plan for lunch?”

I shrug, carefully so as not to nudge off his arm or jostle us into spilling our lunches. “No idea. Guys?” I ask, looking over at our other friends. 

Calum shrugs while Luke suggests, “Outside like always?”

“Works for me, I’m starving,” Michael complains.

“You’re always starving,” we all answer before heading for the doors to go outside. All but Ashton, who’s frowning and still frozen in place. “Ash?” I ask, getting the hazel-eyed boy’s attention. “You coming?”

He nods quickly before jogging to catch up with us. “So… did no one see what Rosie did to Y/N?” he asks as we all sit down at our usual table off in the shade.

I snap my head in his direction at the mention of Rosie. The things I would do to that girl and her snobby friends given half a chance. My eyes scan across the quad, locating the strawberry blonde bimbo with her posse and douche of a boyfriend, Grant. “What?! What did she do?!” I demand, feeling my hands curl into fists at my sides. I hated the way she thought she could just treat people like shit and get away with it because no one wanted to ruin their reputation by standing up to her. And since Y/N was still the new kid, that made her a fresh target for Rosie’s bullshit. It made my skin crawl just thinking about it. Yeah, the girl was shy, but she was sweet as could be, and one hell of a science partner. She deserved better than Rosie constantly fucking with her.

“She roughly pushed her into the lockers, claiming she was in the way,” Ashton quickly explains.

The disgust was clear in his tone, but there was an underlying sadness to it. I scoff and push back a few loose strands of my hair. “Of course she did. She never liked her.” I let out a sigh, remembering every faked “Whoops,” Rosie gave her in science class when she purposefully kicked our bags each time she walked by or dropped our papers so they didn’t get handed in with everyone else’s. God, that bitch was one move away from me blowing up her next science experiment.

“Who really cares?” Calum pipes up. “She keeps to herself. She’s kinda asking to be a target.”

I’m not sure when all this cliche shit went to my friend’s head, so I give him a good punch on the arm to remind him just who he’s friends with.

He groans, moving out of my reach, rubbing at his arm. “Fuck, Jaz! What the hell?!”

“Don’t be a fucking dick!” I snarl, feeling Michael’s hand cover my own as a silent plea not to beat Calum senseless. “Who cares if she keeps to herself? That doesn’t mean she should get picked on.” I roll my eyes at him. Honestly… Plus, was Calum really that dense that he couldn’t see that Ashton clearly had a thing for the new girl? Well… what better way to get Ashton to talk to her than by inviting her to sit with us?

Ashton’s eyes widen as I get up from the table, spotting the girl alone at a table on the outskirts of the quad. “Jaz, what are you doing?” It’s a hissed whisper laced with panic as he frantically waves me back over to them, eyes darting about trying to get help from the other guys.

I look over at him, a smirk on my lips. “I’m gonna bring her over here, duh.”

Y/N’s working on homework when I walk up to her, so I wait patiently for her to take notice of my presence, my hands clasping together in front of me. “Hey,” I smile brightly at her when she slowly lifts up her gaze.

“Hi… What’s going on?” Her fingers shake a little as she tucks a stand of hair behind her ear. Oh, she was like a kicked puppy… I’d like to give Rosie a good kick…

Deciding to just go for it, I reach for her bag. Her hand reaches out to stop mine, but I already have it in my hands. “C’mon,” I coax, nodding my head in the direction of my table. “I want you to come sit with me and my friends. I’ve got one that really wants to meet you.”

Her cheeks flush as she shakes her head. “Jaz… I- I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine right here.”

I sigh, but I’m not ready to give up so quickly. “Please?” I slightly beg. “Just for today?” When her hand grabs again for her bag, I hold my arm out of her reach. Great, hold her bag hostage, that’ll work…

The girl’s eyes dart back and forth between me and the chaos that is high schoolers vying for space despite being out-fuckin’-side. “You guys don’t wanna be seen with me,” she diverts, but I just shake my head. Her excuse is about as lame as my holding her schoolbag hostage. She lets out a sigh and I cheer internally. “F-fine, but just for today.”

I grin, handing her back her backpack. One battle at a time. I stop in front of my table, feeling her bump into me. She mutters a quick apology, but I don’t acknowledge it, instead choosing to start introducing her. “Y/N, these are my friends,” I begin, pointing towards Calum first. “This is Calum. You might know him from the soccer team.” She shakes her head at me, so I keep going. “This is Luke. He’s in the choir.” They exchange a small wave of hello while my hand finds Michael’s shoulder. “This is Michael. He and I created the video game club, and he’s currently still mad that I’m president.” I break off into a giggle, realizing I’m rambling the most about him.

Michael scoffs, moving his pastel purple hair out of his face, that I swear he only dyed purple because I dyed the tips of my own hair purple. Or had I dyed my hair to match him? “Of course you’re the president,” he tells me, sarcasm dripping off his words. “You’re a pretty girl in a club with a bunch of gamers.”

Did he just call me pretty on purpose? I give him a look, crossing my arms over my chest, deciding to keep the banter going with him to hopefully distract from the heat I feel in my cheeks. “Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that. It’s really because I’m a better gamer than you.”

Y/N smiles softly, taking everything in before her gaze flutters over to Ashton expectantly.

“And finally we have Ashton!” I grin, leaning in to whisper for just her to hear, “He’s the one that really wanted to meet you.”

I motion for her to sit down as I sit across from Michael. When she does, I turn my attention on the green-eyed boy across from me. Had calling me pretty just been to make his playful insult have a little more sting to it? Or had he really meant it? His nose scrunches up as he tosses a fry at me. “What’re you staring at me so hard for, weirdo?”

“Still trying to figure out how you think you’re the better gamer,” I fire back.

“What? You want me to prove it?”

The idea of playing videogames with Michael? How was I gonna pass up that offer? It wasn’t like I had gone out of my way to make a club just to make sure I had an excuse to be around him more or anything crazy like that… Okay, well I had… sort of. He’d been the one complaining that all our friends had their thing. And running the club together had meant we had been spending more time together which wasn’t bothering me in the slightest, considering I’d been crushing on the kid since we became friends in kindergarten. But, I didn’t want him to know that just yet. Or ever. “You’re on, Clifford.”

Whatever his response is gets cut off with a giggled "Oops! Making new friends I see?"

My attention shifts in time to see Y/N give a shake of her head, while scrambling to get up from the table. "N-No… I was just leaving," she stutters, beginning to walk away. She doesn’t make it far because Rosie sticks out her foot, sending Y/N crashing to the ground.

The quad erupts in laughter as a crowd gathers to watch Rosie’s newest torment. Yeah, laugh harder jackasses, cuz each one of you knows it coulda been you, I think bitterly, rising to my feet. "Hey, Rosie, how about you fuck off?" My voice is a growl. 

My response is a snicker that makes me wanna give her a real reason to get a nose job. "Nice to see you sticking with the loser still, Jaz. Be careful. She might steal your man," she states while her eyes glance towards Michael. She gives Y/N one good last hard look of disgust before slinking off. 

I let out a huff of breath, crossing my arms over my chest. "God, I fucking hate her…” I ignore Michael’s look of confusion, sitting back down and gesturing for her to do the same. “C'mon, Y/N, sit back down."

She shakes her head at my offer, taking a few steps back. "I told you, you guys wouldn't want to be seen with me," she mumbles before walking away.

“Y/N? Y/N!” I call out after her. I sigh in defeat, looking to find Rosie still laughing with her friends. “Hehehehe,” I mock under my breath flipping her off.

Michael grabs my wrist, lowering my arm. “Do you really need to give her a reason?” he asks.

“Oh, please… like she needs a reason.”

“Still. Don’t stoop to her level, Jaz.”

“You say stooping, I say leveling the playing field.”

Michael rolls his eyes, sighing. “Anyway…”

~~~

“Ha!” I laugh in victory. “Told ya I’m the better gamer,” I continue to gloat at Michael. 

“That’s cuz I let you win.”

“Oh, yeah frickin’ right…” I roll my eyes. “You can say it Mikey. I won’t tell anybody. Go on. Say it. Say ‘Jaz, you’re the better gamer.’ Well? I’m waiting…”

“Jaz,” he starts.

“Yes?” I ask sweetly. 

“You’re batshit crazy,” he grins.

I swat his arm. “Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”

“You actually suck at videogames. I play with my controller inverted so you can win.”

I gasp at the confession, grabbing his controller and checking the settings he has on it. “You lil liar,” I laugh when his controller is set in a manner similar to mine.

His head tilts back as he laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corner. They’re soft when he pauses to take a breath, a crooked smile on his pink lips. “Nah, you’re actually pretty good. But, in my defense, I didn’t grow up with 3 older brothers. So all my gaming skills are self-taught.”

I scoff, jerking my thumb towards my bedroom door. “You think those idiots are helpful? Do you know me at all?”

“What kinda question is that? ‘Course I know ya,” he huffs.

“Mhm… sure…”

“What? Want me to prove it?”

I cross my hands behind my head. “Dazzle me,” I deadpan.

“Well…” he leans forward. “I happen to know that if I do what I’m about to do, there’s a fifty-fifty chance I get slapped.”

My breath catches in my throat. “A-and what are you about to do?”

His tongue wets his lips as he leans in even more. Before he can do what I think he’s about to do, my bedroom door bursts open. “Dinner!” the youngest of my older brothers, Ian, shouts. “And keep your door open when you have guests, Jaz,” he says with a smirk in Michael’s direction.

I stalk over to Ian. “Knocking is a thing, jackass. Try it sometime.” I push him in the chest so he staggers out of my doorway before slamming the door in his face. “So…” I say, turning back to Michael. “You staying for dinner?”

He grabs his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder. “Nah, told my parents I’d be home. I probably won’t be on later…” One of his hands rubs at the back of his neck. “Homework and shit, ya know… but see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see ya...” I was going to kill Ian...

~~~

It was getting harder and harder to be around Michael. We hadn’t talked about what had almost happened in my bedroom, so every attempt at any other type of conversation felt awkward and forced. I hated it. I wanted my friend back. But I also wanted one of us to grow a pair and finish what we had started. And the more time that passed without either one of us bringing it up, the weirder our new limbo state became.

Right now, my only saving grace seemed to be that at least Ashton appeared to be in the same boat Michael and I were in. Only he didn’t have ten plus years of friendship with his crush.

“What are you staring at?" Michael asks Ashton while taking a bite of the pizza on his plate. Pizza sauce gathers in the corner of his mouth, and it takes all my instincts to not wipe it away. Michael’s gaze follows where Ashton’s is. "You're staring at her again?" It’s a stupid question. Of course Ashton’s been staring at Y/N. That’s all the boy does anymore. Problem was he needed to actually talk to her to accomplish anything. Wow… project much, Jaz?

Ashton snaps his head towards his friend, a blush forming on his cheeks. "What do you mean again?!" he asks and Michael gives him a look before glancing towards me. My heart flutters in my chest. I loved the way Michael would always start to say something, then look to me to finish it. Like we were a team. Which I supposed we were. But… ugh…. Teenage boys...

"What he means is that you stare at her a lot, which is okay! You like her, it's cute. But, it'd be more effective if you actually talked to her," I elaborate.

Ash scoffs softly. "I talk to her. We're friends," he states.

I raise an eyebrow. My fingers tap against the table, my eyes scanning over the paper he has covered up with his arms.  "If you're just friends… what's this?" I ask.

Ashton’s answer is in the way he blushes. He picks up the paper as the rest of the boys glance at him. "It's nothing," Ashton mumbles and folds up the letter before stuffing it into his bag. "I've got a concert tomorrow night, so I'm gonna go practice."

"You think he'll have the balls to ask her out?" Michael asks me and I glances towards the lilac-haired teenager.

"I wouldn't talk, Mike," Luke mentions. Michael is quick to smack the blue-eyed boy’s arm, giving him a hard look.

My eyebrows furrow together as I look at my friends. Of course Michael would have told Luke what had happened. I avert my gaze, searching for Y/N. The girl hasn’t eaten lunch with us ever since that first time and I couldn’t exactly blame her after what Rosie had done. I frown when I don’t find her in her usual spot. “Whatever… I’m gonna go talk with Mr. C about things for the club. Make sure we have the right equipment for our kick off to spring break party.” I stand up quickly, grabbing my backpack. It’s a meeting the could definitely wait until after school considering I TA for Mr. C for my last period, but if I was gonna have to sit and listen to Michael deflect Luke’s offhand comment, I was gonna scream.

“Well, shit,” Michael wipes at his face, still managing to miss the pizza sauce in the corner. “I’ll come with.”

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. I should’ve said I was returning a library book… “Well, c’mon then.”

“So…” he says, falling into pace with me.

“So?” I ask as both our hands reach for the door, his fingers wrapping around mine as we both pull the door open.

His green eyes shift around, almost like he’s checking to make sure we’re alone in the hallway, before landing on me. They hold that same trace of softness they had when he had almost kissed me nearly two months ago. I hold my breath, hoping against hope it’s gonna happen again and this time we won’t be interrupted. When he leans down, I stretch upwards on the tips of my toes. Our noses knock together before his lips find mine. It’s gentle and shy, but then there’s a fierceness that takes over. My hands travel across his shoulders and up his neck to tangle in his hair. His arms snake around my waist, one hand settling just above my ass, the other firmly between my shoulder blades. And holy shit… Michael Clifford is making out with me in the school’s hallway…

We both seem to realize that we could get caught at the same time, jumping apart from each other. “So…” he says again, his hand rubbing at his neck and ducking his head down and away from me.

“So…” I breathe, my heart racing in my chest.

“How are my chances of getting slapped now?”

“Depends. Did you mean that?” I point back and forth between our lips.

“Yeah.”

I nod. “Is it a one time thing?”

He chuckles. “God, I hope not.”

I smile, grabbing his chin to pull him towards me. “Good,” I whisper before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

~~~

“Sup, losers?” I grin, throwing my arm around Michael’s shoulder. “Videogames?”

“Soccer practice,” Calum says.

“Yeah, and Ash and I got that concert tomorrow,” Luke adds.

“Mikey?” I ask, looking up at the boy I’m half tangled up with.

“Videogames, huh?” he smirks, his eyes dancing.

“Why, you got a better idea?” I challenge, laughing when the guys go “Oooo!” suggestively. Yeah, if only they knew.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Michael whispers, using the small chance to place a swift kiss under my ear.

I giggle, an embarrassingly high-pitched girly one, clapping my hand over my mouth in shock. “Anyway!” I laugh, trying to quickly move on, until I hear a familiar scoff as my shoulder gets bumped. Ugh, Rosie… which means… I spot Y/N standing in front of her locker, looking dejected. Oh, that fuckin’ does it… “Y/N!” I call out, and start walking her way, trusting the boys will follow.

She glances up towards us, shutting her locker. I expect her to walk towards us, or at the very least wait. Instead, she turns and rushes for the door.

"Hey, hey, wait!" I call out again, before breaking out into a jog. I run around in front of her, but she just continues to walk past me. "Y/N!?”

"Can you just stop?!" Her tone is harsh as she glares at me.

I raise my hands in surrender, becoming more and more mad at Rosie by the second. What had she done to make Y/N ready to bite my head off when I hadn’t done anything?

"What's going on?" Ashton asks when him and the guys finally catch up with us.

She glances towards him, her face falling as she scoffs in disgust. "You know… I thought you were different," Y/N tells him and Ashton looks just as confused as the rest of us. "I really, really thought you'd be different." 

She shakes her head before starting to walk off again, but Ashton stops the girl. "Wait, what do you mean? I… what did I do?" 

She pulls out a piece of crumpled up paper, waving it in his face. "This stupid fucking note. Rosie told me everything."

I was gonna vomit. We’d all seen Ashton writing the note at lunch. Rosie had spewed her lies for the last time "This fuckin' bitch," I mumble and Michael rests a hand on my shoulder. “What'd she-”

“Jaz,” Ashton cuts me off and glances towards me, giving me a look to let him handle this.

I curl and uncurl my fingers at my side, letting Michael pull me towards him, both of his hands now on my shoulders, his fingers rubbing softly to ease the tension in them.

"What'd she tell you?" Ashton finally asks.

She licks her lips, fingers fiddling with the hair tie on her wrist. "She told me that Grant put you up to writing the note. That you don't actually like me.”

Great… Grant was part of this shit, too. Of course he was… Much like Rosie, the guy was a piece of work. Honestly, they really did deserve each other.

Ashton shakes his head and sighs. "That's not true. She's just saying that to get in your head, Y/N," he explains. "Plus, I don't even talk to Grant. Like, at all. Not once."

"Plus, we saw him writing it during lunch before he left," Luke chimes in and we all nod in agreement.

"Did you read it?" Ash asks.

The girl shakes her head. "Not thoroughly," Y/N mumbles and we all turn our attention away so they can have their moment.

“I like you. I really, really like you. You intrigue me. You're funny, sweet, adorable, shy. Your personality is truly amazing. I… I want to be with you," we hear Ashton tell her.

"R-Really?" she asks in a whisper and Ashton giggles softly.

"Yeah, absolutely. If you want I-I could take you out for dinner tomorrow night?"

"I'd like that," she tells him.

“Awww!” I croon. Michael, Calum, and Luke join me, making us all laugh.  “Alright. Now that you're seeing each other, I'm gonna fuck Rosie up," I tell them before heading off in search of Rosie and her friends. 

I hear Michael curse softly before following after me, everybody else trailing behind him.

When I spot Rosie, Grant, and a few of their friends standing towards the other end of the school, I yell out, "Ayo, bitch!"

The strawberry blonde glances in our direction, rolling her eyes. Yeah, your eyes are about to roll alright, I think as I cock my arm back before clocking her in the face. Gasps leave some of the girls lips as Grant's eyes become wide. I smirk, putting up my both fists. This shit ends now.

"What the fuck!" Rosie screams. She takes a swing at me, but I duck, my fist connecting with her ribs this time.

"You think it's okay to just pick on everyone here, huh?! Does it fuel your fucking ego?! How's it feel to be belittled?!" I scream while taking a chunk of Rosie's hair in my hands, pushing her back. I’m not sure if I’m gonna hit her some more or keep screaming every insult I can think of, but it doesn’t matter.

Michael grabs me around my waist, dragging me away from her. "Jaz, stop," he mumbles as I fight against him.

"No, lemme at her! She deserves it. He does too!" I snarl at Grant, twisting my body and breaking free. My next punch goes straight into Grant’s eye, causing him to slump slightly forward, his hand flying to where I struck him.

"You bitch!" he growls and takes a step towards me.

My mouth drops open in shock, before a gleeful smile crosses my face. Hit me, you fucker… Make. My. Day.

Michael pushes me behind him with one hand, shoving Grant with the other, his green eyes glaring at the jock. "Yo, were you about to hit a girl?!"

If my heart wasn’t racing before, it sure was now. I beamed at Michael in pride, before glancing around. All of our backpacks were a heap on the ground. Calum had a look and stance that I’m sure matched my own, ready to show these jerks what happens when you fuck with the “losers.” Luke’s eyes held traces of panic, but his hands were clenched in fists at his sides. Michael was still glaring at Grant, daring him to do something, anything to give him a reason to knock him out cold. Ashton looked like his mind was racing to come up with a way to calm this down before it became a straight up brawl. Y/N’s hand landed on my shoulder. Her eyes were soft, pleading for us to drop it.

C'mon, let's just get out of here," Ashton states and urges Michael to step away.

"Please," Y/N adds.

I look over at Rosie, with her bleeding lip, eyes wild and on high alert, stunned into silence for probably the first time in her life. My gaze shifts to Grant and his black eye. Part of me wants to start kicking Rosie’s ass again while Michael wails on Grant next to me. But, I’m satisfied with the damage I already dealt. Fine. I don’t need to hit them again. But… “I don't want you coming near us ever again," I threaten Rosie. I get a sick thrill of how she flinches back when I take a step towards her, her scoff stuck in her throat. "You hear me?!"

She rolls her eyes and nods her head. "Fine, yes. Jesus, just get the fuck away from us," Rosie states.

Good enough for me. I grab my bag and practically skip off. “You alright there, slugger?” Michael asks, grabbing my hand and examining my knuckles. They’re mid transition from red to a purplish blue.

I flex my fingers, wincing slightly. “Just a bruise. I’ll be alright. Were you really gonna hit Grant?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna let him get away with him hitting my girlfriend. Although I probably shoulda slugged him for calling you a bitch.”

“Girlfriend?” I ask.

“Well… yeah… You think I’m just gonna make out with you in a hallway, and then not ask you to be my girlfriend?”

I shrug. “I dunno. You’re the one who made out with me and then didn’t ask.”

“Well I was gonna until you went all Mortal Kombat on Rosie and her little gang.”

“You kissed me a whole two hours ago, but sure… blame the fight.”

“Has it really been two hours?”

“Yep.”

“Huh, guess I should fix that.”

“Mikey!” I squeal with laughter as he starts covering my face in kisses.

“So?” he asks, his eyes bright with excitement.

“So?”

“Girlfriend?”

I laugh. “That is the worst ask in the history of asks!”

“Alright, alright. Jaz, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Where are you taking me on our date, boyfriend?” I ask in lieu of answering.

~~~

I skip over to Y/N when I see her after spring break. “So, how are things going with you and Ash?” I ask suggestively as we fall in step together as we walk towards our first periods.

She hugs the books she’s holding tight to her chest as her cheeks turn pink. "It's going good. We hung out for most of spring break.”

I note the smile on her face with a squeal of excitement."That's awesome, Y/N. You two are fucking adorable," I grin back. "Have you guys kissed yet?"

"N-No," she stutters, looking towards me with wide eyes. 

I blink a few times in confusion. They’d been together for as long as Michael and I have, and Ashton hadn’t kissed her yet? I would kill Michael.

"What?! I mean… should we have? We've only been together for a few weeks,” she continued to sputter.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a huff of breath. "Well, I just assumed that he's kissed you goodbye after a date or greeted you with a kiss," I mention and she just shakes her head, swallowing thickly. "It's probably nothing. He most likely wants it to be special or both of you are just too nervous to make a move,” I explain, hoping to put her mind at ease, and I’m still turning it over in my own mind as we split up.

“Hey, beautiful,” Michael winks as I sit down at the desk next to his.

“Hey,” I smile, leaning across the aisle to give him a quick kiss. “Did you know that Ash and Y/N haven’t kissed yet?”

“So?”

“So, don’t you think that’s weird? Like, they’re dating.”

He sighs, the lilac colored fringe fluttering softly with his breath. “Honestly, babe, I don’t think about it at all. Like… they’re still working at a faster pace than we did in terms of first meeting to first date.”

“Ha-ha,” I laugh humorlessly. “All I’m saying is is that Ash needs to do something about it.”

“Or what?” my boyfriend laughs. “You’ll hit him?”

I crack my knuckles. “Maybe. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

Michael laughs harder. “Stop beating people up, Jaz. That was like, the worst week of my life.”

“It was only detention. Coulda been a lot worse.”

“Yeah, detention and your parents grounded you. I was alone, babe. It was terrible.”

“Aw, you poor baby,” I tease, giving him another kiss as the bell rings.

~~~

“Jesus, didn’t Ash just have a concert?” I ask in fake annoyance as I walk hand in hand with Michael towards the auditorium. Nearly a month and the contact still set off butterflies in my stomach.

“That was the spring concert,” Luke informs me. “This is just the band’s showcase.”

“Mmm,” I nod, scanning around the crowd to see if I can find the man of the hour.

“Can you see him?” Y/N asks me.

I shake my head, my eyes noticing the snack bar.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna check the band room.

We nod at her, Calum and Luke muttering about how we’ll save her a seat. “Yeah, go get us seats,” I encourage, nudging Michael’s shoulder. “Mikey, snacks.”

“Good eye,” he tells me proudly, before leading us through the crowd to get in line.

“Hey, Mikey?” I ask suddenly.

“Hmm?”

“Why’d you kiss me?”

“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that, babe.”

“The first time. The day of the fight.”

“Cuz I like you. Why are you asking me this now?”

Because I’ve been in love with you since we were 6 and don’t want to make a fool of myself by telling you so early into us actually dating. “Keep forgetting.”

“Mmm. Well, it’s like I said,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “It’s cuz I like ya.”

“And… how long did it take from you realizing you liked me to you actually kissing me?”

He lets out a huff of air in thought. “Geez… I dunno… I mean, I tried to kiss you like two months before that. Why? How long have you liked me?” he asks, flipping the conversation.

“Since kindergarten,” I mumble fast and low, my cheeks burning. No sense in hiding it now.

“Jesus…” he giggles. “That long, huh?”

I push his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not, I’m not,” he continues to giggle. “Just… damn… wish I’d known that so I would’ve kissed you sooner.”

“How much sooner?”

“Kindergarten.”

I pull up my shirt to hide how bright red my face is. “Mikey!”

“What? It’s the truth. Well… half the truth anyway.”

“Excuse me?”

“‘Like’ isn’t a strong enough word. Now, ‘love’ on the other hand… Yeah. That feels better. So I take back what I said. I didn't kiss you because I like you. I kissed you because I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I beam up at him.

“Since kindergarten?”

“Since kindergarten.”

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