#a la 'people these days are SO RUDE and CARE LESS and have become SO SELFISH and this is NEW AND UNHEARD OF'

[belfrygargoyles]

Will be real. i dont necessarily think ppl are, as a whole, getting "more rude" or "less polite" or "value etiquette less." I think we're just continually inventing new ways to be annoying as fuck and the second we figure out a way to deal with it, a new way is invented. I think this will continue into infinity

[papirouge]

I like to think I hold some trad values but I feel some disgust over girls on platforms like twitter and tumblr trying to claim being pro patriarchy. I just don’t feel bad then when they get shit from men and complain about it when they act nasty towards girls. Or whine over feminism and women working then try to start their own business online because it’s “different” than working a job. The true trad women I’m around aren’t even online and have no idea what is Elon musk is. I’ve never heard them complain about feminism being a mistake or why women need to praise men for being men every day. Or why we must wear skirts and heels all the time to be feminine or how we have to be sexually available all the time (a lot of these account straight up sound like bots or fetish accounts run by coomers right?). The majority of them will also praise just European history and cultures, there’s so many white pride people in those communities. The husbands of the trad women I know are providers and kind, condemn racism and abuse. I just really hate how trad values are being sold by idiots online that are so insecure, rude, attention seeking and gross when real people living these trad values are the complete opposite. It’s about community building.. and making perfect sourdough bread from scratch 👌🏿

Honestly I'm still not over the cognitive dissonance of claiming being a "trad woman"/anti feminist and owning a whole girl boss business platform/YouTube 🥴 (JustPearlyThings is precisely like that!!) shouldn't you be hiding in the kitchen if you looooove the trad lifestyle that much? 🙃

And yeah, I've always said true trad people were off the grid. Knowing how to use twitter or knowing who Musk is an instant LARPer give away. Boastfulness isn't very trad as well and screams terminally online behavior - not trad.

I cringe at those tradfem channels with ridiculously curated videos. And as someone who's vlogging I can't tell you that this level of content (whether in quality as well as posting schedule) asks A LOT of logistics - so this whole smol cabin far away from technology shtick they're pulling out is fake as hell🥴

And yeah, I got shit for saying that neither make up or heels were tRadItoNaL. TRADITIONALLY speaking, those assets were the prerogative of PROSTITUTES. So these people clearly don't know what "tradition" even is. They just like an aesthetic, which is fine, but don't rewrite History and act like this shit was "traditional" it's not. Heels, shaving and make up have been normalized since less than a century... Ironically enough, radfem (so FEMINISTS) fighting against make up and shaving are closer to true tradition than these trad LARPers are 🥴

These weirdos will use 50s-60s ads and think they represented reality.... When these ads were pretty much are close to reality to today's ad - the same ads those trad simps complain of promoting an "agenda"....as if ads from the 50s-60s didn't promote any agenda already 💀fkzlsalxnn4be THEY ARE SOOOOO STUPID, I CAN'T.

And yeah, trads (especially euro trads) have become VERY defensive of their White culture lately. I mean, good for them? I don't really care tbh. But it's funny to see White eurotrad seethe ay immigration seeing it's going to dilute their good aryan genes when immigration ≠ racial mixing. But by automatically linking those 2, those scrotes are betraying their insecurities about foreign males breeding with their aryanwifu. Sorry but you can't force people to make children with you ; so if White people breed with foreigners that's with their consent. So what these eurotrad scote fear is FOREIGN MALE COMPETITION on the dating/breeding pool. I wish they were honest with that, instead of making those stupid meme à la "uuuuhhh these savage beast they're gonna dilute our high IQ blonde genetics 🥺" sorry Archibald, but be mad at your own people deciding to breed with those people (maybe bc they find them more attractive 🙃). Their presence on your land alone isn't responsible for your race disappearing.

[tenthgrove]

Hello, can I request La Squadra members falling in love for a civilian they see constantly? ex: the waitress from a restaurant they frequent, the owner of their favorite bakery. I hope my request is understandable, my english is basic.

La Squadra Falling for a Civilian

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Romantic, SFW

Formaggio- Formaggio is less guarded with his trust than an assassin perhaps should be. A fellow commuter on the bus or train, a reveler at the nightclub, just anyone he passes on the street really, are all people he would happily chat to if given the opportunity. He already has several friends who are civilians, and it's only a matter of time before one of them finds their way into his heart. Formaggio doesn't think about the possible consequences of having a civilian lover as much as he probably ought to, though sometimes late at night, unwelcome possibilities do occur to him. He'll be honest with you about his work, since he couldn't stand to be with you otherwise. He trusts you to keep a secret. If the rest of the team discovers your affair, Formaggio will defend your relationship with all his might, convincing them through sheer insistence that the two of you can be trusted not to let this be used against you. And for the most part, it isn't. Your relationship is uncannily normal, with plenty of dates and nights-in where the two of you can be together without the outside world having any say. There is one condition to all this, naturally. You have to take care of his cats while he's away on work. He never trusted any of the others to do it.

Illuso- Perhaps unsurprisingly, Illuso never really considered himself a relationship guy. Casual flings are a dime a dozen, but until recently it wouldn't have bothered him at all to hear he would never find love. Perhaps it was the fact you were a civilian that changed this. Spending so long around criminals had warped him, made him forget how to see the good in people and in himself. You had never known any of that life. You reminded him who he used to be. You mean the world to Illuso and he will protect you at all costs. He urges you to report any strange occurrences to him, stalkers, people asking intrusive questions, anything of the sort. The thought of someone finding out about you terrifies him, and it's that very anxiety that innevitably leads La Squadra to investigate. The first time Illuso ever shows tears to anyone in his squad, is when Risotto informs him he won't be stopping you from seeing each other. Illuso goes home to you that night and holds you close. He does something he hasn't in a long, long time. He talks about the future.

Prosciutto- Growing up, Prosciutto could never envision himself without a spouse. Children, either, if they were at all willing to have them. But once fate had brought him to Passione, he made a strict policy: no friends, no confidantes, and most certainly, no lovers outside of Passione. How quickly that went away when he met you! It was like the very fantasy of his future love had burst into reality just to greet him. He seized his moment, invited you to meet with him again, and soon after that you were lovers. For the longest time, he lies to you about his profession. Psychiatry, he claims, for the sake of an excuse not to tell you about the day-to-day details. But he thinks about the difference between his life and yours every day. He thinks a lot about how its going to be possible to settle down with you. The only thing he knows for certain, is that no matter what happens, he's going to make it possible. Only two of his colleagues know about the relationship- Pesci, as informed in a drunken, guilt-ridden confession, and Risotto, told shortly after in a private meeting with the both of you present. Risotto sighed, patted Prosciutto on the shoulder and told him he respected him, both an assassin as a friend. Though he urges you both to be cautious, he trusts you to do so. He wishes you all the best for whatever may come.

Pesci- If there's one thing Prosciutto considered fortunate about Pesci's faint-hearted personality, it was that he could not ever envision his brother chasing after pretty people when he had his back turned. Simply, Prosciutto hadn't considered someone like you coming along. A person so gentle and amicable, even Pesci would force his anxieties aside and confess his feelings to you. Pesci doesn't realise it, but he's the perfect lover- supportive and understanding, while equally ready to jump to defend you when the time calls for it. You discover fairly early on what he really does, since Pesci could never live with himself for lying, but you can tell in his eyes it doesn't reflect the real thing. It doesn't change how you feel for him. And as for the rest of the squad, Pesci is one of the few who is honest from the start. Before your first date, he goes to Prosciutto and asks for advice. Annoyed as he is that this has happened, Prosciutto realizes how good this could be for Pesci and his development. It's clear Prosciutto's own methods of installing some confidence into the boy haven't worked. Perhaps you'll have better luck.

Melone- With his primary function in the operation of his stand being to analyze people, it's only a matter of time before he finds himself developing a more long-term attachment to one of them. It doesn't matter if you were actually chosen to host his stand, or even if you were eligible. Melone is struck at once by your compatibility and eagerly starts a conversation. He charms you into accepting his number, and a Passionate romance begins shortly after. Melone hints to you that his true occupation may be outside the law, but for at least the first year he says nothing more about it, and convinces you not to care. Melone is an observant and entertaining partner. While he is not particularly fond of dates, nights indoors with him are always a pleasure. La Squadra rarely likes to pry in Melone's business, so the chances of them finding out about you early on are low. When it does happen, Melone tells them of you of his own free will in the hope you might become friends with some of them. The assassins are so chuffed with the innocent, strange specter of Melone's lover, they cannot help but let his secrecy slide.

Ghiaccio- It might be hard for an outsider to see Ghiaccio as the romantic sort, but deep down, a soulmate has always been his dream. Perhaps it's not the spectacle of romance himself but companionship, a person who understands and accepts him in the way nobody else can. Someone to spend his life with. Meeting you was an accident. He was fleeing from a hit by foot as the police approaches, when he carelessly bashed into you on the street. Despite his rude introduction you invited him into your nearby home and, realizing it was his best hope of escape, he agreed. Now that you are lovers, Ghiaccio dreams of nothing more than your warm embrace. He loves you unconditionally, and worries for you every day. When La Squadra discovers your affair, he's less in trouble for having a secret lover than for tackling whoever it was who spilled the secret to the ground. Now that the pair of you have Risotto's blessing, however, Ghiaccio is far less anxious about being with you. There's talk of you moving in together, so Ghiaccio can have his wish and hold you every night from now on.

Risotto- A lover in any context was never really on the agenda for Risotto, let alone one from such an innocuous background. Letting himself get close to you could only happen in extreme circumstances, most likely you finding him injured after a mission and treating his wounds, without the faintest clue where he got them from. Risotto didn't mean to get attached, but after that day he couldn't help but revisit you. Soon, you were meeting in secret as lovers. He does not dare be seen in public with you, but the nights you have inside together always leave your heart fluttering at the smallest smile. Still, Risotto worries about you constantly. A lover could easily be used against him, and he could never forgive himself for any harm done to you. Yet, he knows he could never bring himself to cut contact with you. The solution, he decides, is to ask you to move in with him and the squad. It will be strange, he knows, to have a civilian live amongst assassins, but it's the best way to protect you, and he trusts his men more than anyone.

Sorbet and Gelato- Having been together since the start of their adulthood, Sorbet and Gelato never anticipated a third person joining their relationship. Still, it was an unspoken truth between them that should the right person come along, they would be okay with it. They met you while they were undercover for a mission, at the end of which they pulled you aside and told them who they really were. Unlike most others they don't hold back on telling you the details of their crimes, but if you didn't run away on day one you're probably alright with that sort of thing. Despite how callous and brutal they are to most, Sorbet and Gelato treat you with the upmost sweetness. It's rare they get to show their kinder sides outside the team. On the topic of the team, they make no effort to hide their relationship with you. Nobody dares disrespect them enough to question it. It's true that your relationship with the pair may expose you to quite some danger, but don't fear. Sorbet and Gelato will protect you with all their souls.

[jostepherjoestar]

Hii! Lá squadra with a maladaptive daydreamer teammate? Always pacing and always daydreaming ab smth. Talking to themselves and stuff. (sorlato included) thank u so so much ❤️

La Squadra and their maladaptive daydreamer teammate HC’s

Oh this was very interesting to think about, and to be honest a challenge to La Squadra’s capabilities of understanding others and their ways of being. Enjoy 💖✨(i’ve put this in a more positive? situation since it’s an actual disorder and i’m not sure anon meant it in that sense, not all daydreams can be good ones though. Take care my friends ☺️)

CW: maladaptive daydreaming that impacts daily and work life

also sorry if there’s mistakes, i barely edited, this was written before my mental auwchie that i’m working through rn!

Risotto

Risotto is one of the more understanding members of your team. He’s always observing and noticing the smallest changes in behaviour. Yours and that of your colleagues. From the very first day you became part of his team he’s noticed you stare off or just cease to listen to whatever was going on around you. Lost in your own little world, not even realising the deeps sighs you let out every once in a while, mind a million miles away. Sometimes he even hears you quietly talk to yourself, hardly making out what it is you’re saying, but when he hears your laugh- that genuine one reserved for the things you truly enjoyed- he’s assured that you’re not struggling at the moment. It’s only during important meetings that he’ll gently ask you to focus and be present. If it becomes a frequent hinderance and it starts to affect your work he’ll let you know privately, knowing you well enough by now that calling you out in front of the rest would be rude.

Formaggio

He finds it rather odd, questioning if you’re not just ignoring others while you live the daydreams that are far more entertaining and sometimes even exciting than whatever is going on in reality. Formaggio won’t beat around the bush, asking you bluntly if you get bored of him. It’s only when you explain yourself that he truly understands it, making him reflect on his own behaviour instead. He does often talk to himself, commenting on his own jokes, the people around him or just a random thoughts that had to make themselves known. When he notices that familiar pacing it makes him so curious to know what you’re thinking about. Often asking you what’s on your mind, even if it doesn’t really interest him, he’ll hear you out until he gets bored. He will, however, yell at you during missions if you happen to get caught up.

Illuso

What on earth could be more important than him? To be so entranced by something else while he’s clearly posing and basking in the beauty of the evening sun, ponytails perfectly parted and cascading down his shoulders, awaiting anyone’s attention. Like a groomed show cat, he’ll get annoyed and just ask for your attention instead. Ugh, why can’t you just realise he needs to be seen and appreciated every once in a while. Snapping you out of whatever daydream that was unfolding, surprised that so much time had already past. The plot was just getting juicy. “Why don’t you just write them down like a normal person?” His insult bringing you to the realisation that it wasn’t even a bad idea. When you thank him, that determined look in your eyes still not paying the man any mind, he sighs in disappointment. But halfway through writing down whatever grasped your attention before, you got even more distracted by a newer and more interesting one, opting to just go back and have a chat with Illuso so he’ll stop bothering you for attention.

Prosciutto

He’s never minded your daydreaming, never too present to witness the more intense bouts that made you pace the floor and clench your fists like today. After many attempts at trying to grasp your attention and failing every time, he just stops you dead in your tracks. The man’s hold perhaps a bit too strong for comfort as he searches your eyes for lucidity. “Calm down, ok! You’re making me nervous.” Prosciutto is a bit of a worrier himself, just not on the outside, gears always turning and analysing his surroundings and the people in it. It only sets hims off to see you pace and mumble. But he understands, extending that kindness he offers to Pesci to you, asking if you need anything to ease you back into reality. He can be softly kind and caring, he needs the rest of team to be in top shape so you’ll all be able to count on each other.

Pesci

Pesci will stare off with you, trying to see what had captured your attention, even getting up to stand behind you to see what was so interesting. It’s only after realising you weren’t paying attention at all that he realises you were lost in a daydream. He’s a bit curious about the whole thing, carefully asking you questions. He won’t completely understand but he tries his best and offers his help. Not really sure what he can do but very adamant on offering it anyway. If it affects you during missions Pesci will be sure to gently snap you out of it.

Melone

The enigmas of the human mind greatly interest Melone, having read more than enough books on the topic during research. Not that much is clear about the treatment of it though, so he’s interested in how you handle it. He’ll be sure to ask a lot of questions, about the topics of them, what could possibly trigger them. If it’s too much or too personal he’ll stop though, however it won’t erase his curiosity. He’ll observe from a distance instead then. After yelling at him that you’re not a human experiment he’ll actually back off and stop. Don’t worry though, if you need actual help after a bad day, the daydreams not really of a positive nature anymore, he’ll try his best to calm you down. If it get’s too bad he’ll urge you to seek help with professionals.

Ghiaccio

Just like with Prosciutto it’ll set him off as well. If you’re pacing and mumbling he’ll stop you as fast as possible, it’s too distracting and it enrages his senses. Even if you’re in your own room, he’ll hear the floorboards creak and storm over. His anger can be clouding, deep down he is truly concerned for you. But it never really comes out that way, he’ll scold you and demand your attention during meetings. When you calmly tell him afterwards that it’s not really helping and his yelling could set you off, he’ll take a DEEP breath to calm himself down. Realising that perhaps his anger isn’t the best option. After the short talk he’ll be a bit more calm and less harsh, holding himself back from lashing out and instead approaching a tinge more restrained.

Sorbet & Gelato

The two like to observe you from the couch, twisted into each other’s hold. Their amusement wears off though, realising that maybe it isn’t as entertaining as they first thought. Gelato will actually try and help you, gently ushering you back to reality, while Sorbet won’t offer any support. The two will mostly worry or reprimand you if starts to affect your work though. They need to be able to count on you and your full attention. After some convincing Sorbet will soften up, if only a little, at Gelato’s request. Instead yelling at you to snap back, he’ll intently poke your arm.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 05 (first part)

(Masterpost) (previous episode) (this episode, second part)

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes of the Untamed

The Pride of Yunmeng 

Waterfall Date

Lan Wangji gets to experience the two extremes of Wei Wuxian’s interpersonal skills within the span of a few seconds. This is even better than his rooftop date with this horrible annoying terribly, terribly attractive boy.

Lan Wangji has come here on a mission to make Wei Wuxian do his homework, which is why he immediately tells him “let’s go to the library” gazes at him silently for several seconds...

...and then lets him adjust his sleeve for him and step allll the way into his personal space. 

Unfortunately Wei Wuxian is about to guess a Lan Clan secret, so Lan Wangji ends the conversation by saying “let’s go to the library” grabbing him by his sexy arm muscle and dragging him off. Did he hold his arm all the way to the library? Even if he didn’t, his “I don’t touch other people” later at the lake is clearly horseshit. I don’t touch other people unless they are named Wei Wuxian and our brothers aren’t watching. 

(more after the cut!)

Apology in the Library

Wei Wuxian splits his library time between actually doing his homework and trying to make friends with Lan Wangji. And he tries really, really hard, starting by sincerely complimenting LWJ’s calligraphy and offering a pretty okay apology for his prior rooftop antics. Lan Wangji tells him to put his leg down but doesn’t tell him to go sit at his own desk. 

Lan Wangji exhibits steely self-control as he resists this look, which would cause anyone else’s robes to spontaneously un-weave themselves into a pile of threads.

When Lan Wangji won’t look at him because he feels his apology was not sincere, Wei Wuxian becomes much more formally apologetic. First he says “sorry” two more times, and he starts prepping Lan Wangji’s ink.  This involves grinding an ink stick against an ink stone with water, to make a pool of ink for the calligrapher to dip their brush into.

This is not Wei Wuxian being annoying and messing with stuff on Lan Wangji’s desk, a la Zhou Yunlan (Guardian). This is an act of service; a genuinely helpful thing to do if you know how to do it properly --which all of these young scholars definitely do--and an action that casts Wei Wuxian in the role of a servant or junior. 

Then Wei Wuxian offers to kneel down (to offer a major formal apology), while giggling like an adorable dumbass. It's unclear if this is sexual innuendo, just being ridiculously unconcerned about dignity, being slightly into abasing himself for this beautiful person, or all of the above. 

After taking a long moment to consider all this, Lan Wangji slowly and deliberately gives Wei Wuxian three seconds of the eye contact he’s been begging for.

Then Lan Wangji spoils the moment by dropping a silence spell on him. 

Wen Can I Have Some Fun?

The Wen siblings hang out and talk about their secret villainy and then fret about how much it sucks to have a chronic health condition, which is pretty relatable TBH.

I know life seems boring now but just wait until you’re an itinerant zombie with nails in your head.

Wen Qing is a devoted older sister just like Jiang Yanli, although with less fainting and more scheming. 

Good kitty.

Porno in the Library

Now, since this next scene ends with Wei Wuxian being a boundary-crossing jerk, let's start by remembering that Lan Wangji has magically gagged Wei Wuxian against his will three times now, as well as hiding his vulnerable family member behind a ward while lying in wait in order to attack him. So, you know. Teenagers in lust. They are both learning what is and isn't okay.  

Lan Wangji steals a long glance at Wei Wuxian while Wei Wuxian is drawing. 

Wei Wuxian is putting the finishing touches on a gift for Lan Wangji. The gift is a portrait of Lan Wangji with flowers in his hair. This boy is SMITTEN. I think he knows it, too; he just doesn’t think it’s a big deal yet. 

Wei Wuxian, who is good at everything, is really fucking good at drawing. 

When Wei Wuxian presents the drawing to Lan Wangji he says “this is my gift for you.”  This is very good-mannered of Wei Wuxian; Lan Wangji had to supervise him for three days, so he is presenting him with a gift to thank him and say farewell.

Lan Wangji completely ignores him, which is really breathtaking, next-level rudeness.

Wei Wuxian isn’t bothered by this, however, and just embellishes the picture with an extra flower or something before offering it again. This time Lan Wangji takes in and is very very very pleased with it, as evidenced by his slightly widening his eyes and how carefully he places the drawing on the far side of his desk.  

Also he gives Wei Wuxian some prolonged eye contact, and engages in what, for him, is playful banter, calling the gift “extremely boring” when Wei Wuxian prompts him to use more words than usual. 

Then Wei Wuxian spoils the moment by pranking him.

Now - let’s look at this erotic-book situation. This is a boundary-crossing prank, yes, but it’s also an invitation to engage in some form of intimacy. For teens who have access to erotic images, looking at them together can be simple naughty fun. Or it can be a way of discovering and bonding over shared sexual identities and interest. Or it can prompt more direct engagement, up to and including having sex with each other.

Lan Wangji’s horrified reaction means that Wei Wuxian has to characterize this as a prank after the fact, but he might very well have intended it as an invitation to get horny together. 

Either way, his response to Lan Wangji’s “shameless” comment is bound to make an impression.

Wei Wuxian is from the clan of "be free" and he just doesn't see why this is a big deal. And now he’s told Lan Wangji it doesn’t have to be a big deal. And through him, the producers are breaking the fourth wall and telling every viewer that this doesn’t have to be a big deal and that they shouldn’t feel ashamed. 

Threats and rudeness and book destruction ensue, and Lan Wangji is left alone in all kinds of emotional disarray, with a bunch of torn up erotica to tape back together throw away.

Boys on the Rocks

Wei Wuxian brags about his prank to Jiang Cheng and bestie Nie Huaisang, telling them that he got Lan Wangji to cuss at him. He’s going to put a notch on his sword handle for this achievement.  

Jiang Cheng is pissed at Wei Wuxian about this, like he’s pissed at him about everything all the time. Possibly he has already started the seedlings of his lifelong jealousy of Lan Wangji.  

Jiang Cheng doesn’t realize that he’s essentially prepared Wei Wuxian to court Lan Wangji by constantly criticizing, hitting, and threatening him. After a decade of Jiang Cheng’s rough style of brotherhood, Lan Wangji’s elegant and refined hostility rolls off of Wei Wuxian like water off a duck’s back. 

Nie Huaisang wants to make sure Wei Wuxian didn't rat him out, but isn't worried about the destroyed book because he has a whole external drive full of porn. 

Several Brain Cells Trio

These guys do make some questionable choices together, but actually they are all really bright and effective in complimentary ways.

Jiang Cheng is growing into a strong future leader - authoritarian and dickish, yes, but also decisive and unflinching. Wei Wuxian is observant of things around him, always ready for combat, and thinks deeply and strategically about events.  Nie Huaisang is a bottomless font of knowledge, sourced from books and from his own observations. 

So when the Wen spy bird shows up, they spot it, drive it away, identify what it is, and understand that it’s a threat and that its presence has political implications.  

They are all goofballs at times, but highly gifted ones.

Doo Doo Doo Lookin Out My Back Ward

Lan Xichen asks Lan Wangji if he’s found out who was sneaking around his the back ward and Lan Wangji hesitates before reluctantly saying “Wei Ying.” 

Ok seriously - nobody calls him Wei Ying. Nobody refers to him in the third person as as Wei Ying. Calling him Wei Gongzi or Wei Wuxian would be totally normal. His own brother calls him Wei Wuxian. And Lan Wangji has only called him Wei Ying to his face when he was angry. 

But now--immediately after the erotica debacle in the library--he is Wei Ying when Lan Wangji is speaking of him privately with his brother. 

By the way, Lan Wangji's shoulders seem super wide in these robes, don't they? I'm not complaining.

Forgettable Disciple #1

Now we meet apparent nobody Su She, who sucks. He wants to take care of the water ghosts himself. 

He is a no-headband disciple which is like - none of the juniors in the later timeframe go without a headband. The guys who got set on fire at the gate had headbands. One of the Lan Rules is “wear a headband.” Is there anyone else who doesn't rate a headband? This is a plot point later when it comes to the ice cave but for now it just seems that he's that one perpetual intern who never gets promoted and never learned embroidery.

Doctor Qing, Medicine Woman

[OP laughed way too hard at her own joke just now.] Wen Qing is helping Jiang Yanli, and Jiang Cheng is super happy to see her. When did he develop this crush? Because it's already in full swing. 

Did Wei Wuxian just sneer when he noticed Jiang Cheng’s crush? Like macking on Lan Wangji is more appropriate than this? 

I love you and I’m going to advocate killing everyone who matters to you

I’m a nosy jerk and I’m going to be your best friend for life, quite literally

Wei Wuxian complains about Wen Qing ignoring him and she gives him the prettiest, loveliest *sigh* death glare ever.

However when she sees that he's a little brother whose sister utterly dotes on him, she starts thinking maybe he's all right. 

For the Yanli-Qing shippers, there is a tiny breadcrumb here, where Yanli says they met by the river bank.  I don't personally ship my personal girlfriend Wen Qing with Jiang Yanli, but I support your ships wherever they may sail.

Continued in Part 2, right here

[darkstarnight02]

Why the Akuma Class Doesn’t Trusts Lila Rossi

Nino

This dude is a loyal friend

Like, he’s also a loyal boyfriend, so it’s hard when his girlfriend is siding with Lila

But he’s the one who’s like

“Dudes, we’ve known Mari for years there’s no way she would do the stuff this new girl we’ve known for five minutes says she did.”

He and Kim and Mari were besties since preschool, I think we all know that.  

Adrien

I hate it when people say he tries to defend her with the high road crap

When he sees her hurting people, especially Marinette

Because lets be honest, he cares about her alot

He’s less forgiven

Like do y’all remember the “BeCaUsE We’Re FrIeNdS, aReN’t We?”

So he’s not going to try and make her life miserable

But he is going to try to get her to stop

Chloé

Let’s be honest, she never liked Lila in the first place.  

So Imma give y’all bonus “how she figured out everyone’s identities”

So once she became friends with Marinette

Cause they formed a “we hate Lie-la” alliance

(tho since Mari’s still friends with the others its kinda awkward)

Chloe’s pretty smart.  

Like, she totally could have figured it out before they became friends

But she would never have believed back then that Mari-trash was Ladybug, her idol (and lesbian awakening, lesbihonest)

But now that she’s friends with her, it’s way too obvious

And she definitely already knew about Adrien because these guys are besties

And, dudes, she never had a crush on him, she was just an overprotective best friend

And a very touchy one

To her, it’s all pretty obvious.  

She thinks that its just whatever magic thats blinding everyone of the obvious, its immune to (like low-key Rachel Dare here)

But Sabine, Tom, and Jagged probably know to because they’re all Kings and Queens.  

So Chloe figures everyone out pretty quickly.  

Sabrina

She trust Chloe more than anyone.  

But I’m not just gonna use that because its kinda boring.  

Tho Chloe is her bi crush so that definitely helps secure loyalties

Its only when Marinette becomes MDC that she realizes

and yes, Sabrina probably knows because Chloe and she also recognizes the designs from some stuff she has in her own closet.  

So anyway, she realizes Mari is MDC and she’s some famous designer and Lila is not

And Mari also knows Jagged and Clara and a whole bunch of other famous people

And she never brags about it but there’s proof that she knows them

while Lila always brags about it but she’s never been mentioned and no one knows her.  

Alya

I hate it when people say she totally sides with Lila.  

This girl knows that her bestie never lies(or at least thinks)

and some things with Lila don’t add up.  

Like she doesn’t check directly if what Lila says is true

But she’ll be doing research for something else and see’s that it contradicts something that Lila said.  

So she’ll do more research and try to figure more stuff out

And she’s like holy f*ck nothing Lila says is true.

Or, alternatively, for those of you who have watched season 4

She immediately realizes Lila’s a liar right after Marinette tells her she’s Ladybug.  

Marinette

No explanation needed.  

Mylène

Mylene notices when Lila insults one of her classmates one day.  

Even if its subtle, or just piping on the edge of her blaming Marinette for something, she notices it.  

And a good person wouldn’t say something like that,  

Like Chloe, they all expect something like that from

No one every really liked Chloe in the first place

And Mari never says anything rude

Sure, she gets angry at Chloe and Lila sometimes, and she tries to prove what they say is wrong, but she never directly attacks someone.  

I don’t know who Lila was being a bitch to this time, but it cost her a follower.  

Alix

This girl is probably one of the most Gen Z kids in the Akuma Class, which is pretty sad because they’re all supposed to be Gen Z. 

She can smell bullcrap from a mile away

Not to mention the little hints older Bunnyx drops whenever she visits.  

With the mix of her being the future miraculous holder of time and being the daughter of a historian, she’s very aware of history and timelines and cause and effects and chain reactions

So when Marinette starts ‘acting up’ she tries to find when her personality switched over

And even if she seems more like a background character, this aro/ace queen always seems to know your secrets. 

So even before she knew Lila was a phony, she knew that Mari was MDC and that Jagged Stone was Juleka and Luka’s dad

So she definitely figured some stuff out that way

Honestly, next to Chloe, Alix was probably one of the first people to figgure out Mari’s identity.  

She’s a detective to rival batman

Ivan

I think Lila would make some sort of rift between him and Mylene.  

He loves her so much and it would be so hard

And mari and her friends would help him out

and he would see the truth

They wouldn’t like break up or anything

But he can just tell immediately when someone’s being a bad person.  

Kim

Probably something similar to Nino

But I think it’d be a bit more like he’s totally a die-hard fan of some of Marinette’s connections or some of Marinette’s work itself

And when he puts the pieces together its like everything makes sense in the world.  

He really feels super stupid afterwards.  

Ondine probably slaps him for not trusting his childhood best friend before some bitchy new girl.  

Max

This is the smartest dude in class

He made a f*cking robot with emotions you can’t tell me he doesn’t figure Lila out.  

A part of me believes that in the first episode with Lila when they were all waiting on her hand and foot they were probably aware that she was kind of delusional, but were giving into it the way you give into the tales of a six year old.  

Like ‘yeah, okay sweetie.  Sure’.  

I mean, at least that’s why Max went along with the napkin thing, because there’s no other excuse for that whole incident.  

Nathaniel

I don’t totally know how he figured her out, but I love the idea of her saying that she can introduce him to the creator of the Ladybug Comics.  

They actually sit next to each other in class, so he definitely is more aware of her weird behavior than others.

And since he’s an artist he’s very observant, always noticing things like her facial expressions and what seems more exaggerated than real.  

And we all know how kwami-damned done Nathaniel is with the class, so he probably knew all along.  

Not to mention that since the rest of the school is less submissive to Lila’s lies, Marc probably pointed it out to him at some point.  

There’s also the idea that since Nathaniel is pretty much never mentioned anymore, the class forgets about him and he ends up having to spend some time with Marinette and the other outcasts

In which he realizes that they are actually good people.  

Honestly, Nathaniel probably knew all along but he’s just not a drama queen about it so Lila never bothered him.  

Rose

Girls besties with Prince Ali, one of the key components of Lila’s lies

She definitely does not want to believe that someone is capable of so much evil, and she definitely gets Akumatized when she figures it out

She goes through a lot of denial but is eventually convinced.  

Juleka

Her dad is Jagged Stone, also another key component of Lila’s lies.  

After becoming Tigris Pourpre, the holder of the tiger miraculous (that’s canon in the future), she gets a little bit more invested in cat culture

And omfg I just realized that both of our models are kittens and I just wanna DIE because that’s so cute.  

And honestly now that I’m thinking about it if she was a celebrity she would totally take after Jagged and have an emotional support tiger like Princess Jasmine. 

ANYWAY, I’m kinda getting off topic here.  

So she asks Jagged about his cat, and he’s like 

“wtf I’ve never had a cat why would I have a cat I have FANG my CROCODILE”

And she’s like but your cat...

And he’s like “Jules, darling, I wrote a song about how I replaced my family with a guitar and I have three instagrams for Fang, why would I have a feline animal?”

And she’s just like

....

And honestly she probably already knew some sh*t was up before that

Because Luka obviously, despite only having met Lila, like, once, probably, dislikes Lila severely

And also Juleka is more of an observer than a do-er so she probably saw that some stuff was up.  

[palimpsessed]

Steel Yourself

That morning in Las Vegas when Simon gets his hair cut has been in the back of my mind for over a year, and the recent Wayward Son anniversary reread and lots of talk about hair in the server, brought it front and center. So I decided I had some thoughts and I wanted to get them out.

I asked myself a lot why Simon did this one thing at this one moment. He's let his hair grow out for a long time, probably since the summer before eighth year, or at least the summer after Watford. He's even told us: "I haven't cared enough to get a haircut."

But when Simon does cut his hair, he's still in the same bad place mentally. He still doesn't see himself in a positive light. So why the change? And why this change?

For me, it all comes down to the timing. Timing is very important in terms of Simon's hair. Throughout Simon's life, you could tell the time of year by the length of his hair. At the start of every summer, he shaved his head, and the rest of the year, he grew it out. When Simon starts at Watford, his hair is still fairly short from the previous summer: "A Trojan 11-year-old with baggy jeans and a shaved head." (This is also the look sported by the Insidious Humdrum, which Simon created shortly before being "discovered" by the Mage and taken to Watford.)

Why does the length of his hair matter? Because the shorter it is, the more vulnerable Simon is. (And I don't mean like Samson losing all his strength when his hair was cut off.)

Simon spends months completely unprotected and cut off from all contact every summer. Those summer months in the care homes, exiled from the World of Mages, and the first 11 years of his life, Simon is at his most vulnerable. He doesn't have a family or access to his friends when he's in care. He can't really use or practice his magic. And he's left open to attack from pretty much any magickal or dark creature who feels like trying their luck. (See: fit goblin cabbie and suspected bonety hunter/pervert from the beginning of Carry On.) (Simon has more than one price on his head by the time he's eighteen. And the Humdrum could attack anytime. And the Mage's enemies could hunt him down to get their revenge on the Mage.)

The only person Simon is able to contact during the summers is the Mage, and I think we can all agree that makes him significantly less safe than if he was completely cut off.

Simon is most vulnerable in summer and that's when his hair is the shortest. The drastic change, the rude awakening of being thrust back into the Normal world alone at the end of each school year is perfectly signified by Simon cutting off all of his hair. (Also, undercuts: half-shaved, half-grown. Simon, composed of halves: Normal world/World of Mages; Chosen One/Insidious Humdrum; limitless wells of magic/inability to Speak; dragon/human.)

Once Simon is back at Watford, his hair grows in; the longer he's there, the longer it gets. The more months he spends back at Watford--the only true home he's ever had, surrounded by the only people who love him--the more security he has, and the less vulnerable he becomes.

Are the summer haircuts a necessity of living in a group home "with seven other discards"? Or just something Simon does on his own? It's not really made clear, but Simon does say "I shave it", which implies some degree of agency. I don't think it's uncommon to want to change one's hair (style or color) when life gets overwhelming. (2020, anyone?) It's a great and safe way to exert control over life and self when other things feel out of control. The thing about Simon is that he has never had control over his life; that's part of what makes him so vulnerable the years he spent in care, the years he was the Mage's personal boy soldier, the years he was groomed as Baz's enemy and the Chosen One born to take down the Insidious Humdrum. The length of Simon's hair seems to be the one thing he has control over.

When Simon is most vulnerable, he cuts his hair. In his case, it's an act of defiance, of agency. Cutting his hair is a way for him to be strong, to take control.

Let's move forward in time now to Wayward Son.

Even though he's left Watford and childhood and defeated "the big baddie[s]", Simon is still struggling through a life out of his control. He has wings, a tail, and no magic. He has no direction because he thinks he was born to die. He's burdened with years and years and years of trauma that he can't find a way to avoid or properly confront and he's decided to just stop trying to do either one.

Simon starts the book at his lowest point. And his hair seems to be at its longest, even though he's also at his most vulnerable. How does this tie into the point I'm trying to make?

Simon is not taking agency in his life; he's "lying on the sofa". Life is out of control again, but Simon hasn't shaved his head this time because he's given up trying to fight back.

I think subconsciously, Simon is now trying to use his longer hair as a kind of emotional armor. Short hair has been associated throughout his life with his most vulnerable state (and the Humdrum). Simon is essentially trying to build up a sort of physical barrier to the trauma that's constantly pushing in on him; trauma that he is trying his best to run from, to not face (including quitting therapy and telling his therapist that he prefers to have his brain close "off painful corridors"). Simon tells us that he hasn't "cared enough to get a haircut", but the implications seem to be much deeper than a lack of care.

We first see the hair-as-armor technique with Baz. Baz uses most aspects of his appearance as a way to craft his careful image of control. It's a skill he intentionally adopted from Malcolm. Baz practices his facial expressions and posture in the mirror to make sure that he's able to hide his emotions from the outside world. He cares about fashion, and puts on an expensive suit when he's going into a dangerous situation the way others would put on armor. Up until Simon kisses Baz in the woods, Baz's hair is kept carefully slicked back like a "gangster...or a black-and-white movie vampire". That scene in the woods is incredibly pivotal, but not just from a SnowBaz perspective. That's the moment that Baz hits his lowest point. He's convinced he's failed at finding his mother's murderer (and we all know Baz top-of-the-class Pitch doesn't handle failure well), and he's confronted, and been taunted by, the very monsters that he's been trying his whole life to deny he's one of. He doesn't care that Simon is there to witness his breakdown; he runs off into the woods and sets the fire he hopes will kill him.

That moment in the woods is one of just a few times that Baz allows himself to be vulnerable in front of Simon. And Simon is sure to comment on the state of Baz's hair when it's not neat and tidy. (Simon is very helpful.) There's the moment Baz finds out how Natasha really died ("His hair is in his eyes"), then after sharing magic out on the lawn with the dragon ("His hair falls forward"), which leads to them sharing magic on Baz's bed later that same day. These are incredibly integral steps along the way to Simon and Baz's truce and romance. Baz has to let down his guard so that Simon can see his humanity, his vulnerability, and recognize his own feelings, feelings that he's kept buried down deep because he's believed that Baz hates him and wants to kill him (and we all know what Simon does with painful thoughts). Each instance leads up to that kiss in the woods, after which Simon talks about the way Baz's "hair falls in a lazy wave over his forehead". Simon and Baz spend that night kissing and sleeping in each other's arms; they talk for the first time ever about their feelings for each other. Baz's hair is loose and wavy and not slicked back because he's let his guard down, he's let Simon in, he's let himself be vulnerable. And one of the first things Simon does when he kisses Baz is slide his hand into Baz's hair and mess it up; after kissing, this seems to be top of his list "of all the things [he's] always wanted to do to Baz".

And what does Baz do later on Christmas Eve, when he's getting ready for dinner after Simon leaves with Penny and Agatha? He slicks his hair back. It doesn't evade Simon's notice, either. (Nothing about Baz evades Simon's notice.) He "wish[es]" Baz wouldn't slick his hair back, because "it looks better when it's loose and falling around his face". Simon wants Baz to be vulnerable around him, and Baz was trying to put his armor back up when he was convinced that Simon wouldn’t come back.

Baz has more hair in Wayward Son. (I'm not even going to touch the body hair thing, so calm yourselves.) His hair is longer than it was at Watford, and he's able to grow a beard. Simon sees Baz's new, softer look as illustrative of Baz's maturity, self-assurance, and attractiveness, reasons that Baz is too good for him. ("He's coming into himself. And I'm coming apart.") But what Simon fails to recognize is that, as in Carry On, Baz's softer hair is actually illustrative of his emotional vulnerability.

Between Carry On and Wayward Son, Baz, like Simon, has grown out his hair, and he seems to prefer wearing it loose. He isn't the same boy he was in school; he has everything he ever wanted (Simon), so he can let down his guard. They're supposed to be living the happy ending neither one of them ever thought they'd get to have. He doesn't need to protect himself anymore, because he isn't living with the constant fear of being outed one way or another in a boarding school without escape. (He does still have to live with the fear of being outed as a vampire, but that concern has to be much less immediate now that he's outside of the only place that mages live together. He's under far less scrutiny in London and at university and far less likely to be discovered.)

And yet, Baz isn't happy, he isn't secure. He thinks he's going to lose Simon, that maybe he's already lost him. Baz now struggles to get his hair back under control (just like Christmas Eve), and their ill-fated road trip conspires against him at every turn. Baz's hair gets blown to hell when the convertible top breaks; Simon compares him to Mozart, then Baz compares himself to a member of a "hair metal band"; he can't use magic to tidy his hair, and even wetting it only gets him to a Bucks Fizz or Wham! equivalent; his hair gets "bushy and matted" in their fight with Jeff Arnold and his posse; Simon tells Baz not to ride in the back of Shepard’s truck because of “what the wind does to [his] hair”. (Remember the scene in the back of the truck? Yeah. Very emotional.) Baz's emotional turmoil is reflected in his diminishing physical condition throughout their trip. He finally lands on using his mother's scarf as a means of keeping his hair under control. He's trying to reclaim some of his emotional armor, because, as he tells us: "Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you're this happy. And it hurts to look at you when you're depressed. There's no safe time for me to see you. Nothing about you that doesn't tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body."

Baz is in pain. He's trying to hold himself together and his hair is the perfect metaphor for this. The fact that he uses his mother's scarf to keep it under control harkens back to his method of aping Malcolm in Carry On. He turns to his parents for the means of bolstering his armor in the face of vulnerability (which we see play out much more overtly when Baz later contemplates calling Malcolm, and calling Fiona, for help with the NowNext).

(Side note about Baz's family. Want to talk about hair showing emotional vulnerability? How about Malcolm going white after Natasha died? The man is broken by his first wife's death and he never recovers emotionally, even though he's remarried and had four more children. He still can't express any emotion toward Natasha's son. Also, Fiona. With her natural white streak dead center in the front of her hair? Fiona is an absolute wreck of a human. She's volatile and self-destructive and vindictive and was also shattered by Natasha's death and before that, Nico's Turning. Both Malcolm and Fiona are permanently marked with signs of their emotional trauma with their white hair.)

I think post-Humdrum Simon has taken a page out of Baz's book, having always seen him as self-assured and completely in control in a way Simon never was. He's internalized the hair-as-armor technique as a misguided way to insulate himself from his pain, growing it out instead of cutting it off (with his "new length" being a physical representation of the barrier he's trying to make around all of the painful things in his head).

This obviously doesn't work. Simon isn't fooling anyone, not even himself.

In Carry On, Simon shaves his hair to exert control, and Baz slicks back his hair to project control. In Wayward Son, Simon uses his longer hair as a kind of shield against looking vulnerable, and Baz's longer hair reflects his vulnerability.

Wayward Son ends with Simon still in a very vulnerable state. If Simon thinks of short hair as being linked with vulnerability, and long hair like armor, then why did he decide to cut his hair in Vegas?

Because he did care enough to get a haircut; he cared enough to make himself vulnerable.

Why?

Because he's in love with Baz and he can't tell him, so he cuts his hair to show him.

Simon is being brave. He's taking a step and he's exposing himself in a way he's been too scared to do for a long time. Which is the crux of all of this: allowing himself to be vulnerable is actually a kind of strength.

The night before Simon gets his hair cut, Baz meets Lamb. Simon listens to Lamb flirt with Baz, and Baz sort of flirt back with Lamb, for hours, and can't do anything about it. When he does finally intervene, he sees them together, and he thinks Baz and Lamb are going to kiss. He thinks Baz wants someone else. He thinks Baz wants to break up with him. (He already did think so, yes, but at this point of the book, Simon has started to convince himself that they're "getting by".)

The night culminates in one of Baz's lowest points, drunk and draining birds in the hotel bath, bloodstained and forced to face the brutal reality that is his life as a vampire with three witnesses, one of whom is the love of his life. Baz doesn't ever want Simon to see him drink. He has to tell Simon more than once to leave the bathroom to try to maintain some part of his dignity and to keep Simon from continuing to watch (because Simon wants to watch).

This is Baz at his most vulnerable, and Simon is there for all of it. Again. And he wants so badly to be with Baz. But Simon is a mess and can't articulate his feelings. So he goes out and gets an expensive haircut to show Baz that he does care. He finally cares enough to get a haircut (to exercise agency over himself and his life). This is his way of trying to fight for Baz. It's completely off the mark (use your words, Simon) but it's sweet and it's well-intentioned. And it's brave.

Simon has two things in life that he's clinging to with all the power he has left in him: Baz and Penny. And that morning in Vegas, he's probably contemplating the possibility that he's going to lose Baz. (And, unless they get a break, Agatha.--Again.)

TL;DR: Simon cuts his hair, to try to get some control over his out-of-control life, to make an effort for his boyfriend, to try to bring back the part of himself from Watford who was a hero who could take on anything with his undercut ("and a belly full of magic"). It's vulnerability, but it's also strength.

Shaved or tousled, Simon Snow, I hope you get your well-deserved happy ending with Baz, and Penny, and Agatha, and Shepard. And therapy. Please, please, please therapy.

[headoverjojo]

Hi I love so much the request with la squadra's older sister can you do the same with Bruno gang pls 😁

Helloooooo there, darling!! AH! THE LAST ONE!! And it’s so nice to end this batch with such a cute request :,) Thank you so much!! And I hope you’ll like it :3

Bruno’s gang with an older sister

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

After his parents’ divorce, his big sister took basically his mother’s place. She, as well as Bruno, saw how much their father was trying to keep everything together, how hard he was working to guarantee his children a good education and a safe future… she wanted to help as much as she could. She made sure that her little brother, who was already so mature for his age, was always well feeded and ready for school; she didn’t want him to already take adult’s responsibilities on his small shoulders. He was a child; it was right he enjoyed his childhood. So, at least until their father died, Bruno’s life was quite happy thanks both to his dad and his sister; and, when their father tragically died, they glued together even more. She didn’t like to see her little brother, a gentle soul, into a crime organization, but… that, or jail. She preferred to see him free than behind iron bars.

During his criminal career, Bruno never lost his sister’s support. She was there when he was feeling too much weight on his shoulders, consoling and comforting him like she did back when he was just a child who was thinking about leaving school in order to work to help to pay the bills; she was there to celebrate with him his successes, as when he was nominated Capo; she was there to advise and help him with his team, a bunch of teenagers that needed some discipline, from time to time. She basically adopted them all, and she was ready to scold them, if they made her angry! And she did it with Bruno too; he might be a Capo, now, but he was and would always be her little brother, first of all! Sometimes she miscalculated her strength and, instead of a light and sometimes playful slap on his shoulder or back, she gave him a “mighty smack” that knocked the air out of his chest. She always profusely apologised when it happened, but, well… at least, after it happened in front of Narancia, the boy was so impressed -and scared- by her strength that he stopped actively trying to annoy her. It had been a success, all in all!

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio deeply admired his big sister. He admired her sense of justice and her strength, both physical and moral; she was everything he wanted to be. She supported his dream: he wanted to protect innocent people using the instruments the law was giving him. However, she soon noticed that his enthusiasm faded after a little time and, confronting him about it, she came to know why: police, which he thought was something that could guarantee justice and safety, was corrupted almost beyond repair. She offered him all the help she could, telling him she would have supported every decision he would have made… and then that fatidic day came. She hadn’t met her brother for a couple of days and, while one day wasn’t strange, two days were weird, and she immediately searched around for him. That’s how she came to know about his partner’s death, and, already knowing how much this would have affected her already fragile and disenchanted brother, she became more desperate to find him, fearing he would have done something harmful. She found him right in time and she did everything she could to stop him from self-destroying himself. It wasn’t easy… and, one day, a man came to her aid. He said his name was Bruno Bucciarati and that he knew her brother’s story. He could help them… she was desperate at that point, she was scared to lose her little Leo. And so, she accepted Bruno’s help.

Thanks to both Bruno and his sister’s help and influence, Abbacchio managed to recover. She was in the gang too, even if she hadn’t an active role in missions, but, oh, she had her good amount of work as she had to keep in line a group of wild teenagers. Abbacchio was fiercely protective over his big sister, even if she didn’t need it; and she was protective and combative as much as him. And, as him, she didn’t like when someone was trying to fool her: it was the only time she unleashed her strength. Sometimes it happened also with her little brother and she wasn’t delicate in her slap. Even so, they pouted at each other for a day, at most, before making peace. They cared too much about each other to be angry for too much time!

Guido Mista

It had always been just him and his big sister, from what he remembered. Their parents weren’t ever at home, and she raised her brother basically all by herself. She soon learned how to defend herself and how to be respected by her peers. Mista learned everything from her: how to cook, how to do houseworks… and, mostly, how to enjoy life. They hadn’t much money, barely what they needed to move on, but it was enough. Thanks to her attitude, Mista never felt poor or less fortunate than the other kids; how could he be so, if he was living in the most beautiful city in the world and when he had the coolest big sister? She was happy to be able to give him at least a bit of happiness. She was also quite happy to see the man he was becoming: he wasn’t rude with people who didn’t deserve it, he didn’t bother girls, he was pretty much chill and friendly. She didn’t like when he stole something, but… well, they would have had electricity for one more month, it seemed. It seemed they would have lived this routine forever, until the day -she will never forget it- when police called her to inform her that her brother was in jail. She wasn’t worried -it wasn’t the first time it happened; he usually was back before dinner- but this time was different. He was guilty of murder.

She carefully listened to his version, trying to stop her trembling hands. She knew he was sincere… but a quick glance to his lawyer convinced her that his fate was signed. And so, she asked for help. She was willing to do anything to help her little brother… and so, Mista was dragged out of prison thanks to a man named Bruno Bucciarati, after joining his gang. He insisted on bringing his sister with him, and she found herself in Bruno’s gang too. She was lively and chill like her brother, and she adored the Pistols, they were like a bunch of tiny new little brothers! Her relaxed attitude, however, didn’t mean she was weak; he knew how to fight and her slaps were enough to make someone see the stars. Sometimes it happened to Mista too, when he was too bratty; her single slap was enough to make his hat fly away and to terrorize the entire gang, even Abbacchio. No one dared to annoy her for a long time, after that show of strength!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia started to really bond with his sister when their mother died. Suddenly, they both found themselves without her safe presence and the only thing they could anchor themselves to was the other. Narancia was feisty and a wrangler, but he was also tiny and, at the time, not physically able to hold his ground against stronger and bigger rivals. In these occasions, his sister stepped in, giving a show of her unexpected physical prowess and bringing her little brother safely at home. However, he didn’t want to be protected; he wasn’t a kid anymore! So he grew distant from her, joining a group of “friends” who seemed to appreciate him without coddling him. She tried more times to bring him back, but it was all vain. Narancia regretted his decision when he found himself first in reformatory -and he wasn’t allowed to see anyone, due to his bad behaviour and illness- and then in the street. He realized that, in the end, his sister was the only one who cared about him for real, and he realized how much he had and was still missing her. And as days, weeks passed, he was weaker and weaker, and he started to think that he would have died without seeing her again one last time, without being able to tell her he was sorry… but then she found him. She had searched for him since the instant she had come to know he was free again, and she had finally found him. With her, there was Fugo, whom she had met during her search, and together they brought Narancia to Bruno. Thanks to him, Narancia’s eye was perfectly cured, and he was able to finally apologize to her, happy to have found her again. He had missed her so much…

She wasn’t properly happy when she found out he had tried anyway Polpo’s trial to join the gang, but, all in all, even a criminal gang was better than their home life. So, she followed him, and Narancia never complained when she, often without realizing it, coddled him or was a bit overprotective. He had already lost her one time because of it; he wouldn’t have made the same mistake. And, well… it wasn’t a good idea to make her angry. He had laughed for a whole hour when she, with a well given slap on the man’s shoulder blades, had basically swooped Abbacchio. No one had ever been able to do that!! And Narancia was so proud of his sister: she wasn’t someone to mess with!!

Pannacotta Fugo

With his grandma, Fugo’s sister was basically the only person who saw him as a kid and not as the “little genius” of the family. And, as he was a kid, she allowed him to play, to have fun, to be the kid he was, defending him when their parents came in to scold them for “neglecting their studies”, especially Fugo. She was fighting them basically on a daily basis, even if her little brother often told her not to do it, telling her that he would have endured. She just hugged him tightly, and then she fought with even more strength than before. This went on until their parents threw her out; but still, they couldn’t keep her far from her little brother. When he was allowed to go out, she was always waiting for him, and she was collecting enough money to try to legally obtain his custody and to bring him far from their abusive parents. She didn’t make in time: he was charged with murder and, after the trial, he was thrown out by their parents. He was so ashamed of himself that he avoided her, and, oh, he was good at it: she spent more than one year searching for him in the streets and, in the end, it was him the one who found her again. Now he was in a criminal gang, but, even so, she had never seen him so… free. Even so serene. Now she knew that, even if it wasn’t an ideal situation, he was good, he was feeling better than before, and now he was ready to have her back in his life.

Having her back in his life brought him immense joy and way more stability. She was fierce and always ready to fight and she never held back with Bruno when she saw that one of the boys needed a break. They all basically became their little brothers, even Abbacchio! And, when Bruno grumbled or tried to ignore her, he always got a smack on the back of his neck that made him whimper and the others grimace in sympathy. Just Fugo let out a small amused smile; his sister was stronger, both physically and mentally, than what it seems: never underestimate her!

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno’s big sister, even if she was older just by a couple of years, was his everything. She did her best to be his mother, his father, his sister, his best friend… they had only each other. She despised their mother, a careless woman, and did her best to take care of her little brother even if, in fact, she too was just a child. When they moved to Italy, she thought that, maybe, finally things would have been better, but, unfortunately she was wrong: their stepfather was a violent drunkard. She always rushed to protect Giorno, when she saw him on the verge of being beaten, and this made their stepfather even angrier, to the point that he started to actively wait for her not to be at home to beat his stepson. She was so angry and desperate, seeing all the bruises and the scratches on her little brother, that she really, for a while, thought about killing that awful man. It would have kept Giorno safe… but, before she could even think about how to practically do it, she and her brother saved the gangster and, from then on, things started to get better for real. For the first time, she was able to breathe, to live for real, even if she always was protective over her little brother -and she would have always been-. She didn’t like his dream -she would have preferred for him a way safer and, well, more legal job-, but, as she had always done, she wouldn’t have abandoned him. And that’s how she ended up as being the most improbable gangster in whole Neaples, at his brother’s side.

Her motherly instinct took over her even while she was in the gang, and, even if she was younger than Bruno, Abbacchio and Mista, she had a motherly attitude towards them too. This didn’t mean she was willing to let them put her in a corner; she wouldn’t have survived if she wasn’t fierce and strong, and she always showed it, never losing her ground and, when the boys -Abbacchio in particular- annoyed her too much, she slapped them on their back or the nape of their neck. By now, when Abbacchio sees her angry, he instinctively covers the back of his neck, always making Narancia and Mista tear up with laughter. She may not show it, but her hands aren’t delicate!

[hemmingslftv]

can you do 22 with cal pls

Coward // C.H

Word count: 3k

Warnings: a bit of smut I guess but not really more than heated kisses, mention of anxiety and a bit of sadness too

Requested: based on the prompt “can I kiss you right now?”. Request are always open and they don’t have to be prompt based, feel free to request anything you want!

A/N: hi! I don’t know how to feel about this one. I’ve spent the whole day writing it and I still feel it could be better but I don’t hate it ig. I like that it has like flashbacks idk. I got kinda caught up in my own feelings so this may be too fluffy or cheesy. Feedback is really appreciated! I’d really love to know what you think about it. Enjoy!

Masterlist

You didn’t really like parties that much, but it was Luke’s birthday party, so you figured it would be rude not to go. You and Luke had been best friends since he moved to LA and somehow you had never been able to spend his birthday with him until this year, so you were excited.

You finished getting ready and headed to Luke’s house. It was a 10 minutes walk so before you could even realize it, you were already there. You would have lied if you had said you weren’t a bit nervous too. You knew it was gonna be crowded and you were afraid your anxiety would strike when you needed it the less.

Besides, it was gonna be the first time you saw Calum since quarantine started. You wouldn’t care if it wasn’t because the last time you saw him you told him how you felt. You had known Calum for a couple of years now. In the beginning, you saw him just like one of Luke’s bandmates but as time went by, you started falling in love with him. You tried to deny it even to yourself because you were convinced you had no chance with him but it didn’t make your feelings go away.

You had told Luke you liked Calum a couple of months ago. “I know” was his answer after you explained to him how you had silently fallen for his best friend. You weren’t even surprised, no one knew you better than Luke. What you didn’t expect was him telling you that you should go for it.

You were two years younger than Luke and from the moment you got close, he had acted like a big brother. He was always trying to protect you and rarely approved any of the boys you had been with. So it was quite a surprise when he told you he thought Calum may be the one for you.

“Oh, c’mon Luke. You’re giving me false hopes here... you know Calum would never go out with someone like me”

“What are you talking about, y/n? You’re the most awesome girl I know, and also the funniest, you know Calum loves that”

“I’m also younger than him, I’m sure he sees me just like you, like a little sister to protect. I’m not doing it, Luke, I don’t wanna lose him. I’ve gotten used to loving him in silence, it’s fine”

“Why have you told me then? You were hoping I’d say this. I think you are meant for each other, and you may be younger but you are way more mature than any of us. Don’t forget I know him too if I’m telling you that you should try it is because I really think it’s going to work”

You didn’t even know how but he had convinced you to invite Calum over that same day and as soon as he got to your house, Luke left the two of you alone. You could see the confused look Calum gave him as he said goodbye. “Good luck” he shouted as he closed the door making you blush.

“So... what are we doing here? I thought the rest of the guys were coming too”

“No, it’s just you and me tonight” you answered awkwardly. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“A beer will be fine”

You brought him a beer and served yourself a tequila, hoping the alcohol would give you the courage you lacked. You talked about your day and when you realized the conversation was dying out you decided it was time to tell him.

“So you’re probably still wondering what you’re doing here” he nodded in response “yeah, me too. Luke convinced me to do this and now I guess there’s no going back”. You shifted on your sit of the couch not knowing how to word your feelings. He was staring at you, waiting for you to continue.

“Okay, you know we’ve known each other for a couple of years now, right? well, of course, you know. We’ve spent quite a lot of time together, I’d say we’ve become good friends and I enjoy so much spending time with you because you always make me laugh and you are always there to listen and give advice when someone needs you. So I don’t know what I want to happen after I say this and I don’t know how to say this”

“Just say it y/n, it will be fine” he encouraged you. You took a deep breath and raised your head to look at him.

“I really like you Calum” he laughed and you gave him a confused look. “What?” you questioned.

“I like you too, y/n, you’re one of my best friends” you sighed and shook your head.

“No, that’s not what I mean Cal. I have feelings for you, I think I love you” you looked down and waited for him to say something. When he didn’t, you could feel the tears building up in your eyes. You felt Calum standing up from the couch. “Where are you going?” you managed to ask.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I can’t do this right now” you felt your heart break in a thousand pieces as you heard the door close and you called Luke.

“I don’t know what to say, y/n. I’m so sorry, I swear I thought he would react differently, I don’t know what’s up with him” Luke explained himself as he cuddled up with you. He stayed at your house that night and that was the last time you had seen any of them since quarantine had started just a few days later.

Of course, you had kept in touch with Luke, calling each other or facetiming almost every day, but you hadn’t heard of Calum since then. When Luke told you he’d be at the party your first reaction was to get mad at him for inviting you both but five minutes later you realized you were both his friends and there was no reason why Luke shouldn’t have invited him, you know? not liking you back wasn’t a crime after all.

Luke opened the door and all of your fears went away, you had missed him so much these last months that the only thing you could think about now was being with him. You went in, said “hello” to everyone who had already arrived and sat next to Luke.

“I’ve brought you something”, you said receiving a disapproving look from him. “Before you say it, I know you didn’t want any presents but I have never been with you on your birthday so please make an exception, besides, it’s not like I’ve spent a lot of money on it or whatever”.

You handed Luke his present and you could see the sparkle on his eyes while he opened it, you knew that deep inside he loved receiving gifts, he just hated people spending money on him. It was a book filled with polaroids of your favorite memories with him and you had written exactly how you had felt in those moments. You knew Luke would appreciate way more something handmade, personalized, and something you had spent your time in rather than something you had just bought.

“Oh wow, this is beautiful, y/n, I love you so much, thank you for taking the time to make this!” he told you while he hugged you and you couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement.

The night went by, as usual, nothing really out of the ordinary. Calum had arrived only a few minutes after you but you both had avoided each other the whole night. It hadn’t been hard since he spent most of the time in the kitchen playing games while you stayed in the living room talking to your friends.

A couple hours after midnight people started to leave and when everyone had gone, you, the band, and their girlfriends offered to help Luke clean all the mess. You were washing the dishes and glasses when you heard the door of the kitchen close. You turned around and saw Calum standing almost too close to you for your liking.

“Hello”, you said trying to be polite and hide the fact that you still felt embarrassed for opening up about your feelings. “Have you had a great night?” you asked him turning to continue your task and to try to hide your blush.

“It’s been great, yeah”, at the sound of his voice you felt a slight shiver running down your body, it felt like a lifetime since the last time you had heard it. Suddenly you felt his hands on your hips and his breath on your neck. You could feel the tension building up between you two but you didn’t know how to react so you kept washing.

At the lack of response from you, he moved to your side and started helping you. You sighed relieved at the same time as frustrated for the loss of contact. You kept going in silence until you had finished.

“It’s pretty late, I’m gonna head home”, you told him. You went to open the door but he grabbed your wrist making you turn and pulling you close to him.

“As you said, it’s late, let me give you a ride” he offered and you nodded. Luke opened the door and Calum let go of you.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked confused.

“Ha, ha, very funny. No, I was just offering y/n a ride home”

“Are you okay with that. y/n? If you wait for a second, I can drive you”

“No, that’s fine Luke. I’ll go with Calum” you answered. You were feeling the tension between you and Calum still growing and although you knew you may end up heartbroken once again, you were curious where it could lead to. You said your goodbyes and got in Calum’s car.

Calum put on some music and you closed your eyes trying to relax but all the tension came back to your body as Calum placed his hand on your thigh. You left a soft gasp and grabbed his hand as an instinct, but you didn’t pull it away. Calum started to draw small circles with his thumb and continued to move his hand slowly closer to your inner thigh. His touch felt so warm and familiar, it was comforting. You arrived home and Calum got out of the car almost instantly. It was fair to say you were more than confused by his behavior.

You got out of the car and were surprised by Calum quickly closing the door and pushing you against it.

“I know I’m an asshole but please, I am begging you, can I kiss you right now?” you nodded frantically and it took him less than a second to press his lips against yours. You opened your lips slightly desperate to finally taste him and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He pushed your legs apart with his and you left a soft moan. After a few seconds, he pulled away and you could tell his eyes were filled with lust.

“What was that? I mean, you know how I feel about you so I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but why did you do it?”

“I am a mess for you, y/n. You are all I can think about. I’ve spent my days in quarantine looking at our photos together and remembering every moment I’ve spent with you. You don’t know how many times I’ve been about to call you but I never summoned up the courage to do it. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you, at this time you’ve proved to me you’re the kindest and bravest person on this Earth and every time you give me more motives to fall in love with you. Luke advised you to tell me because all the band has known how I feel for years. I’m so sorry if I hurt you in any way, trust me, it was the last thing I wanted”

“Why did you leave? I’ve spent these few months trying to get over you. I don’t get it, Cal. You left me thinking I had lost one of the people I care for the most not only as a potential partner but also as a friend”

“I know, Luke told me. I really am sorry. I am such a coward. My first reaction was to run away because that’s what I always do when I feel vulnerable. You know I haven’t had a stable relationship in years and you’re part of the reason why. I could only imagine my future with you and I didn’t think it was fair to start something with anybody else if I thought it wasn’t going to last. I swear I’m not lying when I say you’re the only person I’ve thought about for the longest time. But I never got any sign from you that could mean you felt the same so I got used to my love for you being platonic. Besides I know you don’t like being on the public eye that much and it has given you anxiety the few times paparazzi have followed you with Luke so I thought we were better out as friends and I never tried anything.

And then when you confessed your feelings I tried to tell you how I felt but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I started to think about being in a relationship and I got scared of commitment and everything it implies so I left. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted any decision as much as that one. I know I don’t deserve you to forgive me but, please, could you give me a second chance?”

“You know you could have fixed this before, right?”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry for that too. I thought you probably hated me and I didn’t know what to say exactly. If I’m being honest, until tonight, my plan was to act as if nothing happened and just try to be your friend again but then I saw you tonight with this little red dress that drives me crazy if I’m allowed to say so” you nodded and smiled at him “Well, I saw you and I talked to Luke and somehow I decided I would try to tell you tonight and if it didn’t work I’d leave you alone because that’s the least you deserve. You’ve possibly noticed I didn’t exactly have a plan but suddenly I just felt like I needed to be in contact with you, touch you, kiss you, as if I needed to hold on to you and never let go. As I’ve said, I am a mess, I am feeling things more intense than I ever had before that I don’t fully understand yet and just being around you makes me so happy I don’t ever wanna lose you. I love you, y/n”. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a short peck. You pressed your foreheads together, feeling each other’s breaths.

“I already told you, but I love you too, Calum, so much. You’re lucky I do because I don’t know if I’d give you a second chance otherwise” he sighed relieved.

“I have to warn you, you’re gonna have to be patient, I’m new to all of this” Calum said pointing at the two of you.

“What do you mean by “this”? A relationship?” you teased.

“I guess so, y/n, I’ve never done this before and it may be weird, old-fashioned or whatever but I feel like asking this would be a great start for our relationship. Y/n, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, you cheesy idiot!” you giggled and he kissed you again pressing you against the car for the second time. Your tongues danced perfectly synchronized as you played with the curls at the back of his head. You pulled them slightly and Calum let out a quiet moan, which was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Do you wanna come inside?” you asked as you bit your lip and shifted your position so that his back was pressed to the car now.

“As much as I’d love to say yes, I think we should take this slow. I don’t wanna rush it and screw things up” he said pulling a strand of hair off your face. You pouted making him giggle. “C’mon, let me at least take you out for a date first, what do you say about dinner tomorrow?”

“Fine, but I expect a great dessert after it” you winked at him and blushed right after. “Don’t mind me, I do stupid things when I’m horny”.

“It was cute”

“But it was supposed to be sexy” he laughed and you followed him. “I guess you’re gonna have to get used to your new girlfriend failing to be sexy”

“Trust me, you are sexy just by existing. So, do I pick you up tomorrow at 8?”

“That sounds perfect, Cal” he hugged you and you wrapped your arms around his torso “I’ve never said this before but your hugs have always made me feel safe, I’m so glad it’s not weird to say that out loud anymore”

“You are the cutest. But y/n, I really meant it when I said you are gonna have to be patient with me. I’m not used to being in a relationship or sharing my feelings but I promise I’ll try my best to make this work”

“It’s okay, we’ll work it out together, step by step. We need to earn each other’s trust first, it’s normal if you don’t feel like opening up just yet”

“You really are the kindest girl ever, how did I get this lucky?” you pulled away from his embrace.

“I’m gonna go to sleep, see you tomorrow Cal”

“See you tomorrow babe” you couldn’t help but blush at the pet name. You kissed him goodbye and got into your apartment happier than you had ever been.

“Congrats, mate!” Luke said once you had closed your door.

“What are you doing here, Luke? Were you watching us? That’s creepy man”

“Of course I was! Did you guys really think I was gonna leave the two of you alone after last time?”

“Fair enough”

“Although there was a point when I thought you were gonna get inside and that was awkward to watch but the point is that I’m glad you didn’t”

“Yeah, I told her it is better if we take things slow”

“I agree. By the way, don’t you dare hurt her again Calum or else I don’t know what I’ll do”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on hurting her, I swear. In fact, I really like her Luke, I think she has always been the one”

“I know, I can tell by the huge smile that doesn’t leave your face” Luke teased him.

“Oh, shut up!” they both laughed and decided it was time to wrap up the night and head home.

[copelandpoynter]

❙❙ ❙ ❚❙ ❚ ❚❙❙ ❚ ❙❙  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 → 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 C519LC10 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 ⤿ copeland poynter, better known as the daydreamer, is currently a legal aid in the gamma division. the file lists them as subservient and inviting, and originating from las cruces, new mexico but currently located in the european sector. at the age of twenty-four, they are currently a junior member. they are currently opposed to the current mission. the file notes that they have the following associations: the sound of crickets chirping softly through an open window, a clear night sky sparkling with stars and a crescent moon, dust-stained converse abandoned by the door, & the lingering smell of long-forgotten cigarette smoke. ✦ camila morrone. cis woman. she+her. ❛

TW: bullying, parental death

@societyrb​

full name: copeland virginia poynter

birthdate: june 16th, 1997

age: 24

height: 5’9”

fun facts:

from the moment she was born, it was made very clear that copeland poynter wasn’t part of anyone’s plans

born in las cruces, new mexico two two young parents with no real goals in life, the shock of an unplanned pregnancy sent them for a whirlwind

her mother got a job immediately, wanting to provide as comfortable a life as possible for her baby as she could

unfortunately, her dad got cold feet and split as soon as those two little pink lines showed up, making it blatantly obvious that he wasn’t about to let a baby infringe upon his life

without any sort of support system to back her, copeland’s mother set out to do it all on her own, picking up extra shifts at the grocery store she worked at and doing her best to save up for a small one-bedroom apartment

copeland’s arrival into the world was about as smooth as one could expect given the situation her mother was in

the single-parent struggle took a couple of years to get over before the girls developed a routine of their own; unfortunately, this meant cope had to take on responsibilities any normal child wouldn’t need to, and she did it with a smile on her face

despite things being hard, they always made the best of it, and cope’s mom showed her the unconditional love that she had never been shown herself

unfortunately, when copeland was just seven years old, her mother passed away tragically, leaving the girl by herself

the state of new mexico paired up with her case worker to try and track down her dad, but after digging themselves into a deep hole, they discovered that he’d signed his parental rights away, thus leaving copeland in the hands of the state

placed in the foster system, the young girl found it nearly impossible to integrate with other children, keeping mostly to herself and interacting with adults most of the time

she was bounced from foster home to foster home for the next few years, her disposition always remaining quiet and isolated, which often lead to her being bullied by the other kids around her

even though she struggled in the foster homes, she proved herself to be a rather smart individual, applying herself in school and excelling in most subjects

she liked to spend her free time in school in the library, her head kept down as she focused on her studies and worked to make a life for herself

at sixteen years old, copeland met tannen, and suddenly her life became very different

at first she did her best to ignore him, her only knowledge that he was a few years older and a bit of a wild card when it came to how he acted; but he always acted differently towards copeland, and that’s probably why he gained her attention

it wasn’t long before the two began dating, tannen shifting from some random boy that wouldn’t leave her alone to suddenly being the center of her universe

unfortunately with her new boyfriend came a new, careless attitude

suddenly the very studious copeland began skipping school and sneaking out of her foster house on a nightly basis, often not returning home until the sun was starting to show in the sky

the newfound rebellious nature landed copeland in hot water on more than one occasion and, by the time she was seventeen, she had been in threw new foster homes all within the span of a year

tannen was always right beside her, ready to egg on more bad behavior; he was already graduated, and it seemed that his one mission in life was to cause as much chaos as possible

one night, after a particularly risky night of tomfoolery, tannen had copeland convinced to up and leave new mexico to go to new york city, and that’s exactly what she did

with no money in their pockets and only a few bags of items between the two, copeland and tannen took a week to drive to the big city, no plans for once they got there but riding the thrill of escaping the dusty old state they came from

for a while, they couch surfed with whoever tannen happened to meet, copeland’s only mission to secure a job so they had some form of income; but after weeks of this, they finally settled into their own tiny apartment

it wasn’t long before tannen’s mood shifted into something more eerie; suddenly he was staying out all night, and when he did come home, he would pretend that she wasn’t there at all

she was always too scared to confront him about his behavior, keeping it all to herself and hoping he’d snap out of it soon

unfortunately, after two years of living together, tannen stopped coming home all together, leaving copeland to take care of everything by herself

left feeling unwanted and like she’d never quite be good enough, she continued living her life with her head down, working the rest of the way through school so she could have a fair share at graduating

she was twenty years old when she first heard about the society; she doesn’t remember where she was or how it happened, but she does remember being intrigued

her recruitment was easy, her want for something more in life enticing her to join, and soon enough she was flown to london to become a junior member of the european sector

her choice to become a legal aid stemmed from her years in the foster system, too many court dates having been attended where she had to watch unfairness unfold

copeland works hard in her studies, wanting to be the best she can be while assisting whatever lawyer she happens to be assigned to at the time

she’s hoping to soon become a full member of the society, though she is opposed to the current mission and hopes to see it shift to less criminal activity eventually

her disposition is quiet and reserved these days; the focus and determination is always clear, but when it comes to letting other people in, she fails miserably

still feels incredibly unwanted by everyone, so being a loner just works out best for her

she’s friendly to everyone unless they’re rude to her first, and then she switches to quietly polite

doesn’t make friends easily, if at all, and you can thank her past experiences with people for that

overall she’s a rather sweet but sad individual with trust issues, and it’ll take a lot for her to open up to somebody

[serafheljadeeeee]

"𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗩𝗜𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 & 𝟰 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗩𝗜𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗬"

(Articles from: Awake Organic Blog & Deccan Chronicle)

Everything that exists is vibration. We all are made of energy. When our vibration increases we feel lighter, positive and happy but when it decreases we end up feeling low, depressed, fearful and insecure.

After all we all are human and on a daily basis we experience a variety of emotions. It is absolutely normal to feel sad, angry, low, joyous, happy and so on. But as we raise our vibration, these emotions flow through us easily than getting stuck within, as they generally tend to.

Raising your vibration isn’t about being constantly happy and in a la la land. It’s about attuning to the frequency of the universe. The way we talk to ourselves and others and ourselves determines our frequency. Let’s start with ourselves first. Are we rude to the self, feeling guilty, judging ourself, and taking life too seriously? Are we thinking, “I am not good enough, I am fat, I can never do anything right, life sucks.” What if every word we spoke appeared on our skin like a tattoo? How would we communicate then?

Honestly, every word has a vibration and it becomes your reality. The harder you are on yourself, the lower the vibration. The main tool to raise your vibration is to live joyously and find fun in the simplest things. This of course takes most of us back to our childhood where there was no fear of the future or bitterness of the past because we were always living in the present moment and mostly having fun.

𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗩𝗜𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

You are mostly happy, energised, enthusiastic and optimistic. You start attracting positive people and good things into your life. When an unpleasant situation arises, there is a deeper knowledge that it is for your good and you are protected.

𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗩𝗜𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

You are mostly moody, depressed, lethargic, angry, insecure and fearful. Negative people mostly flock to you. ‘Why me’ attitude. You mostly play the blame game. You constantly judge yourself and often use negative words like “I’m unlucky, life sucks, I don’t like my body etc.”

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗩𝗜𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

• 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 — is the quickest way to raise your vibration. Be grateful for little things like perfect health, a great meal, family etc. Love and appreciate the self. Love your flaws as much as you love your assets. Stop surrounding yourself with negativity — negative people, news and gossip.

• 𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 — realise that we all are on this path to learn and accept others with kindness. Let things flow, don’t be a control freak. Use positive speech. Talk to yourself and others with kindness. Stay away from negativities in social media. It is a trap.

Spend more time with yourself, go inwards and give more time to your family. Have fun. Laugh more. Live in the present. Exercise is the mantra for a healthy mind and body. Eat higher vibrational food such as fresh fruits, veggies, nuts, seeds. Stay away from processed, canned, frozen food, meat and sodas. Listen to music. Sound uplifts you and encourages a deeper connection with your highest self. Living in high vibration doesn’t promise end of bad days but it definitely guarantees a better life, making you feel truly one in a million.

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗔 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗩𝗜𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗬?

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘌𝘟𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌

The first of these to look for is whether or not you believe your understanding of the workings of the world and the fact that you have ascended means you can hold yourself in higher regard than other people who have not yet awaken; if you believe there is any rationale in condescending thoughts toward others, chances are you haven’t yet started awakening, yourself, and just that you acknowledge there is a higher form of consciousness which helps us make life better for ourselves and those around us.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍

Second, a significant sign of heightened vibrational frequency which we can notice, is based on our understanding of ourselves and the world in which we exist. If you see life as a bunch of sticks, stones, people, and mundane artifacts, chances are you haven’t awoken to the point of opening your eyes to reality, yet. Conversely, if you look out and see yourself as a spiritual being having a human experience, notice the beauty and light of all life as observed in absolutely everything (yes, even darkness is beautiful), then you’ve likely reached a slightly heightened form of understanding.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘗𝘌𝘖𝘗𝘓𝘌

A third teller is how we approach interactions with people, particularly pertaining to learning or teaching opportunities. If we approach interactions with our ego in the forefront and have a driven goal to convince them of our perspectives, or to tell them theirs are wrong, we are likely not yet awakening. This isn’t just because being of a higher conscious understanding means we are less hypocritical or less aggressive (less aggressive energy, maybe…), but the ability to stop projecting our own negativity on others as well as your focus being on your own growth more than theirs. To acknowledge that teaching is teaching and not preaching, so to speak.

𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍-𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌

The fourth observation I’d like to mention is highly important in acknowledging spiritual growth: you find yourself practicing self-love. To understand that whatever is happening in your life can help you to reach a higher state of understanding and no longer expect yourself to maintain a reputable level of “perfection” while getting upset with yourself for not managing it. To have grown spiritually a person must see the world as it is: beautiful and stunningly imperfect. And you, as part of the world, will never be perfect either. For one to actively practice forgiving oneself, caring for oneself, and with the goal of improving oneself, is a sure sign that ascension and transcending to a higher vibrational frequency is in the process. That is, as long as it isn’t while being condescending.

𝓡𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓮𝓮

🍁🌨️❄️💫✨🙏🕉️❤️🕊️

[neverdoingmuch]

I just really love Two Person Love Triangles and Identity Porn. So, maybe a You've Got Mail AU? Or a superhero AU when one of them falls for both the masked hero and the secret identity?

because i love both of these aus i’ve written both!! but they’re pretty long bc i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t plot out an entire fic so the superhero au is here. 

as for the you’ve got mail au, i went off and watched the movie for the first time and i am delighted by your taste anon,,, the au works so well!! 

(okay for some reason tumblr won’t let me indent my bullets so idk how to fix that so big rip)

so we have lan & sons books, a company that prides itself on providing cheap books for everyone to read. think less evil corporation and more we wanted to provide easily accessible books for all people and ended up getting really rich off it

mr lan dadman was meant to be in charge but he ran off and lqr stepped up until lxc was old enough to take over and now lqr just kinda assists lxc when he needs help and does some other work

lqr is definitely the old guy who had a letter thing with this one woman who was enchanting but instead he was chatting to cssr and she was shameless 

anyway lwj works as *random high up job that joe fox has* and his best work friend (and real friend) is jin zixuan

jin zixuan is the heir to some coffee franchise and the two families have a deal which is why you have the cafe inside the bookstores

we gonna give lwj some friends

as for wwx, his mother owned a bookstore, the burial mounds (why did she name it that?? idk she probably told bssr that she wanted to call it that as a joke and bssr tried to call her bluff so she ended up having to call it that a la suibian)

anyway he grew up with his mother and grandmother and they left the store to him (idk what happened to them?? maybe they just retired and are now travelling the world while wwx gets to have the bookstore)

now for the actual plot!!

lwj and wwx met on omegle an instant messaging site and now exchange emails. wwx goes by yiling patriarch and lwj goes by hanguang-jun bc we want that flavour

so they’ve been emailing for years and they never share any personal information - wwx knows that hgj has a pet rabbit but not hgj’s name or his job

as for the significant others?? idk let’s pretend they don’t exist. 

wwx’s best friend nhs, who writes a column for so-and-so, always just comes over to his place and now he’s semi moved in and wwx isnt really sure why he’s here but he is. 

lwj just vibes bc i can’t see him putting up with a patricia unless his uncle  forced him to. even then he’d probably just be ~mysteriously~ gone while she’s home

maybe he has a really annoying pa who thinks its his job to come over and like make him breakfast. it’s su she,, it has to be

so wwx goes into work one morning and wen ning is waiting outside as he always is, ready for him to open and then like ten minutes later wen qing comes in and lastly granny wen comes in

why do they work together?? idk?? granny wen and bssr were close and so the wens and wwx kinda grew up as siblings? yeah i like that let’s go with that

so when cssr decided to go travelling wwx gets left with her store and he kinda knows how to run it but also he doesn’t have enough staff so he ends up hiring the wens (except granny who’s mostly there just to hang out with her family)

bonus: a-yuan always come to the shop after school and wwx gets to recreate the childhood he had with his mother with a-yuan. when the store closes wwx and a-yuan just twirl and twirl until they get too dizzy to stand up and then they lay on the floor and discuss their favourite book they’ve read this week. it’s very sweet

okay so the next day lwj gets to babysit his cousin/uncle/nephew/idk-how-they’re-related-person lan jingyi who is like eight or something?

they go out and hang at a festival and lwj does not buy him a goldfish bc i was very stressed by the way they treated the goldfish in the movie but he does get him balloons and a stuffed toy and plays all the games with him

eventually they’re walking back and see that the small bookstore near the new lan bookstore is hosting a story time so they go inside 

lwj walks in and he’s immediately taken by the atmosphere of the store bc that place was absolutely beautiful and then he hears this voice and follows it around to the back of the store to see the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life sitting on a kinda too small chair with a princess hat? cone? thing on top of his head

he’d planned to stay for like one story and then take jingyi home but he ends up staying for the entire book and it’s definitely not because the guy reading the book smiled at him once or twice

after the story time ends, lwj is reluctant to leave so he ends up letting jingyi pick a bunch of books and looks at a few fancy first edition books with wen qing

and maybe his mother used to love collecting books - the old ones with the yellowed pages and beautiful pictures - and that’s why lwj helps out with his family business,, bc he wants everyone to be able to have books like that (never mind that all their books are like mass produced and lack any sentimentality & the staff dont actually care about the books)

anyway he sees wwx help jingyi pick out books and lets him borrow his handkerchief when he sneezes and lwj’s like oh nooo he’s good with kids too so now he has to talk to him 

so he goes up to buy the books and wwx’s telling jingyi about how much he likes daisies and lwj just blurts out “can i ask what your name is?” and wwx blinks but then smiles and is like i’m wei wuxian, but you can call me wei ying, and i own this store. what about you? and lwj is like wangji, you can call me wangji

wen qing takes one look at lwj and the way he’s staring at wwx and goes you’re going to come back aren’t you and lwj is trying so hard not to just run away so he just ignores her but then she mentions something about lan books and he’s Panicking and jingyi almost says that he’s a lan and lwj just kinda guides him over to a table and then goes back to flirt talk with wwx

anyway wwx ends up going on this big tangent about books and what they mean to people and the whole when you read a book as a child it becomes a part of your identity and who you’re going to become the way nothing else does (and lwj remembers his mother and her books) and then he apologises for going on and lwj is mentally going marry me, but he ends up calling wwx and his mother shameless

but it’s okay!! wwx & cssr are proud of it!

and then yada yada lwj buys the kinda expensive books and ends up awkwardly shepherding jingyi out of the store 

cut to the next day when the lan book store opens properly and lwj ends up telling lqr about how he met wwx and lqr is like >:/ the son of that shameless woman,, how terrible,, it’s okay he won’t be a problem for long bc they’ll be driven out of business. which isn’t the response lwj wanted but lxc seems supportive enough if a bit concerned about how it would work with them as business enemies 

business is already bad for wwx and it’s barely been a week since the lan store opened and he’s pretty bummed out but hopeful that maybe it’s a fluke

then nhs invites him to some fancy dinner with him bc wei-xiong they’re all so boring and smart and have opinions, please don’t make me have opinions so wwx gets dragged along

he ends up talking to lwj at the bar bc how could he not talk to the man who’s standing in front of all that fancy alcohol and getting some fruit juice. (he’d get water but lwj has had to put up with su she all evening so he needs something stronger)

anyway they chat and it’s pleasant but then after wwx gets approached by someone who’s like wow im surprised you’re talking to lan wangji and wwx is like lan?!

cue their passive aggressive argument around the food table complete with caviar and a turkey knife. 

now bc it’s lan wangji,, instead of making scathing comebacks he just makes like factual and to-the-point statements that end up being really bitchy (or does he intend them to be that way? it’s a mix of both of them tbh but in this case he’s definitely being bitchy on purpose) and wwx is spluttering bc that boy does not stand up well against hot and mad people

nhs ends up coming over and defusing the situation but wwx makes a point of stealing the rest of the caviar off lwj’s plate before leaving 

lwj ends up ducking out early as well to avoid su she and emails wwx that night at like 9:45 bc the guilt of being so rude kept him up late and yllz is like oh no that’s so sad ): but impressive! i wish i could zing people,, my brain just turns off the second i need to make a comeback

creative liberties,, wwx is good at teasing but not being genuinely mean? lets go with that

anyway now we get the delightful montage of wwx hiding behind cheese displays and lwj walking out of coffee stores with a newspaper covering his face as they try to avoid each other

when wwx gets in the wrong line at the supermarket lwj comes over and kinda glares the checkout woman into submission and gets her to let wwx use his card which wwx is really conflicted about bc why would he help me?? and once again angry lwj = hot lwj

a few weeks later wwx ends up asking hgj for help bc business isn’t getting any better but refuses to give any details and i refuse to have lwj watch the godfather so lwj just straight up messages him and is like tear that bitch apart

and so wwx decides to tear that bitch apart and asks nhs for help. nhs, fan of the arts and small businesses and local culture, is 100% down for it and writes a scathing article about lan books and how they’re destroying all the aforementioned things nhs cares about

it ends up getting a lot of traction and people show up to protest and wwx even goes on television

lwj ends up seeing the news coverage on the matter while he’s at the gym with jzx

jzx is 100% the guy who goes to the gym just to apathetically walk on the treadmill while lwj jogs

he sees the interview with wwx and lwj is like he’s not this nice in real life and jzx is like you met him?? and lwj is like mn. then jzx is like i bet he’s not as hot and lwj is completely silent but his ears are bright red and that’s how jzx knows that wwx is just that hot

also?? lwj goes on tv and says like three words and he’s kinda annoyed how the news decided to spin that but he also said like three words so what did he expect?

but, despite all the publicity, sales don’t get any better so wwx is like fine can we meet in person and lwj is like sure

he brings jzx along bc he doesn’t know the way there, it’s not because he’s nervous and kind of in love with yllz, it’s because he doesn’t know how to get to the cafe. (it’s two blocks from his apartment)

anyway jzx is like oof man it’s seems like yllz is wwx but he is that hot so not all is lost and lwj is like yikes no not happening im not going in but he also feels bad about standing wwx up so he ends up going in and sitting down in front of wwx

and lwj is like wei wuxian, all this publicity will do nothing to save your business and wwx is like lan wangji who do you think you are (or however that scene goes) but instead of lwj being asked to leave wwx decides he’s not gonna chicken out first so they end up spending like two hours having the most aggressive cup of coffee and chat he’s ever had

lwj is exhausted but he also refuses to give up

but then wwx spits something about how lwj is some cold, heartless suit who doesn’t actually care about or appreciate books so how can he possibly dare to think that he’s better than wwx and that hurts bc lwj had thought that he’d been doing exactly that so he leaves

anyway the next morning wwx is moping around the bookstore bc he didn’t get stood up, he swears. am i not cute enough he moans to wen qing and she’s like your hgj doesn’t know what you look like. but what about my personality? is that cute enough? and wen qing eventually manages to grit out that yes it is cute enough

wen ning comes in and is like are you okay? you got stood up? that’s good! your date might have been the rooftop killer xue yang! he got caught last night! and wwx is like i wish, i just got stood up like a chump

so they ignore each other for a few weeks bc wwx is very hurt and lwj doesn’t know what he’s going to say but wwx ends up caving and emails hgj about how guilty he feels and how even though wwx probably means nothing to lwj, he’s worried that maybe he did hurt lwj and also please hgj i still want to talk to you

now hgj never says a lot, he’s always really succinct and direct but this time he takes the time to write a proper apology. it’s not an explanation bc he doesn’t want to give this up, even if the yllz he thinks he loves is the wwx that he hates, but it is an apology

the next day wwx goes to lunch with granny wen and finally dares to ask her whether it would be okay to shut the store down. he doesn’t want, of course he doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t think he can afford to keep it open. granny just tells him that it’s okay and that if the time has come, the time has come

we don’t have to worry about wwx breaking up with anyone, so he just goes home and asks nhs if he can have some space and nhs quickly packs his stuff and goes home. as he stands in the doorway with his last box of stuff he tells wwx that he’s sorry and wishes he could help more and wwx sends him this tremulous smile but manages to hold it together until nhs leaves and then he cries and cries 

the next day he goes back to work and tries to stay bubbly and cheery even as he sees all of his shelves slowly being emptied and people who haven’t stepped foot in his store in six months are telling him what a shame it is and how they wish it didnt have to come to this and wwx is internally screaming

he manages to stave off any actual screaming but when he closes up that day he ends up going to the children’s section of lan bookstore and just as he had thought, none of the staff care about the books, none of them know any books and he ends up recommending a series to some young mother

lwj, who’d spotted wwx and come over to see if whether he was here to pick a fight, comes to the awful realisation that maybe wwx is right about his store lacking heart

he goes home that night and su she tags along even though lwj just wants space and the elevator breaks. he’s sitting there on the ground listening to his neighbour talk about reconnecting with family and the elevator button pressing dude talks about getting engaged and su she is just there whining about his job and the inconvenience and lwj goes fuck this. when the elevator starts working again he grabs his rabbit and goes back down to the ground floor, ignores su she’s shouts, and goes back to his childhood home

wwx gets stuck closing his store down. he looks around at the shelves and tables he’d grown up with and sees his childhood and a-yuan’s and countless moments he’s had with people he’s loved and realises he’s going to lose it all forever. he grabs the bell, the last thing he has left of the store and closes up for the very last time

in the meantime, lwj is living the high life. he hangs out with his bunny, gets to read pride and prejudice for fun and actually manages to get all the way through it and then his brother comes to visit

apparently he’d broken up with jgy bc he was gold digger-esque and had decided to run off with someone richer and lwj is like oh thats so sad ): anyway nmj is right there and he fills your heart with joy and lxc is like have you ever had someone like that? and lwj immediately thinks of wwx and is like fuck

his first order of business is to buy wwx’s shop bc it broke my heart that she didn’t get it back in the og movie and he starts filling it with books again. he buys ten copies of his mother’s favourite books and places them on the shelf by the door and then he sees a book that reminds him of jingyi so gets some of them and he sees a book covered in daisies and thinks of wwx. and slowly, slowly he’s building up his own library, his own store, and this time every single book means something and for once lwj looks out across the floor with pride and satisfaction

his second order of business is to apologise to wwx for being a dick. he buys some daisies and goes to his place and comes in and cooks soup for wwx. lwj apologises and tells him it wasn’t personal and wwx is like that’s not true, it was personal to me and it’s personal to a lot of people and lwj understands that now. he remembers the way he’d filled wwx’s store and left his own touch and bared his heart through each of those books and he understands. he doesn’t actually say this and just tells wwx that he wants to be friends 

lwj considers coming clean about being hgj but he knows now that he definitely loves wwx and knows that wwx currently hates him but damn is it hard not to say anything when wwx is telling him how much he loves hgj

anyway he’s like organise a meeting again with hgj 

i’d say it’s ooc for lwj not to come clean but this is the man who pined for x decades and just didnt tell wwx that his son was alive so like not ooc at all

so lwj decides he’s going to woo wwx as best as he can and organises to meet up with yllz and then goes and meets with wwx and they end up going to hang out and for some strange reason, even though wwx keeps getting stood up, he doesn’t seem to care too much. he keeps agreeing to meet hgj and when he doesn’t show is more than happy to spend the rest of his day with lwj

and slowly, they start to get closer. wwx takes a sip of lwj’s coffee and lwj buys him daisies. wwx brings him an interesting book and lwj tells him about his mother. they chat freely about hgj and lwj is happy for the first time in a long time

eventually lwj organises the final meeting. wwx is really confused about the place he picked but he’s hopeful that maybe this time hgj will show. after wwx and lwj’s farmers market date ends, lwj ends up asking wwx if he could love lwj and wwx is like you put me in such an uncomfortable situation. ie stammering and blushing and eventually going oh no ill be late and running off

anyway a couple hours later wwx finds himself standing outside his old bookstore and he refuses to look at it bc he doesn’t want to see what it’s become but then, through the open door of the store, a bunny hops out and over to wwx

lwj comes running out after it calling out its name (bichen?? flopsy?? rabbit?? one of them) and wwx looks up and is like oh,, it’s you, i’d hoped it was you and he’s all teary and lwj has a handkerchief that he’d embroidered himself (with gentians of course) and he’s like dont cry yllz and then they kiss and it’s beautiful

bonus: lwj takes wwx inside the store and shows him everything and explains the meaning behind every book that they’ve picked and then wwx does cry for real bc there is definitely an entire two walls dedicated just to wwx

do they open the store as a bookstore again and work together? does wwx end up writing books?? idk up to you. i like the idea that they open the store for story time and sell children’s books but lwj still works with lan & sons to get some heart in their stores and wwx works on his own books in his spare time

[gloriafc]

Angel Baby-Part 1

*slight Lucifer crossover*

Can I request Paul's imprint being another type of supernatural creature besides shapeshifters and vampires? -anonymous

Everything about you screamed angel. Your looks, your personality, your hobbies. Of course you're only half, your mother is completely human, but your father is the devil himself. Before your mother died she'd always say that you're exactly like him, the smart mouth, always rudely honest, nosy, and your beauty could capture anyone's attention. Of course your dad is very protective of you along with your uncle, but they both know you can protect yourself, being stronger than anyone you come in contact with. You share many qualities with your father; you're capable of making people tell you their desires, yet it doesn't work as well as your father's but you are capable of getting anything you need to know out of someone, you can literally get out of anything, and just like him you don't need a key to open or turn on something. A couple things you can do that he can't, and he claims it's just because you're part human and your angel side is protecting you, is that you can literally sniff out if someone is human or not, and you're able to heal a human, like if they broke some bones you can quickly heal them and painlessly.

When your birthday came around your father gave you a club. He decided to expand to Seattle and wanted you to manage it, since you do so well helping Maze with the accounting and everything else. So you agree, and set up to run a successful club.

You actually meet the Cullen's first, running into Rosalie on the floor of the club and instantly the both of you stiffen knowing the other isn't human. You're quick to pulling her into your office before looking at her as she looks at you. "What are you?" "I could ask you the same thing, you smell human." You notice her rubbing her arm from where you grabbed her. "Sorry about that." She looks at you before questioning, "If you're human how did you manage to hurt me."

The two of you explain what you are, slowly becoming best friends as the days go by, Rosalie constantly visiting you at work to learn more and feed back to her family. You don't officially meet anyone until summertime comes around and Rosalie asks you for a favor. "Just so you know you owe me your soul now." "What? I thought you coul-" "Relax I'm fucking with you. Only my dad can do that. So what am I here for?"

The Cullen's quickly introduce themselves and go through what they need help with. Emmet quickly grows to like you, with every smart comment you make. Jasper finds himself protectively drawn to you when you explain what you are to them, Rosalie not giving them all the information she learned about angels from you.

"So these newborns are supposed to be how strong again?" "One can take out an entire human army with little effort." "So? I can do that with no effort, just a flap of my wings." "You have wings too?!"

When you yawn Esme goes into mother mode, "Oh you should get some sleep before we meet with the pack tomorrow morning. You're free to use any of the rooms we have." "What pack?"

You finally notice the man who's entered the house, smelling him first. "My pack. Shape shifters." "Do you shift into dogs or? You really smell like a freshly washed dog." Everyone watches to see if Sam gets mad but he just shakes his head and offers his hand which you gladly shake. You quickly go through with Sam about what you are before making your way to Rosalie's room to crash before the meeting.

As you walk through the forest alongside Emmett and Rosalie, you let Rosalie explain the relationship between Edward and Bella. "So your brother likes her blood basically, like heroin." "You know what, seems like you get the vampire mating process. Why don't you tell us about the angel mating process?" "I would, if I knew it myself."

When you enter the field Jasper and Emmet start wrestling with each other as you wait for the pack. You and Rosalie play tic-tac-toe in the dirt with a stick.

You stand straight when the wolves enter the field, staring at how big they are. Something feels off but you just brush off the feeling thinking it has to do with multiple supernatural creatures in one place.

You hear someone ask, "Who's that?" And you absentmindedly answer, "Y/N" the same time Edward does making everyone look at you. "What?" "Did you just answer the pack?" "I guess so? Why?" "Only Edward can hear their thoughts when they're in their wolf form."

You stare at the ground thinking and listening to the pack talk to each other not bothering on paying attention to the vampires fighting with each other. How is it possible, if no one can hear them talking to each other, that you can hear the pack? You feel something coming your way, so you look up and side step, just as a giant branch comes soaring your way along with a growl from one of the wolves. "Did you really just throw a mini tree at me?" "Are you going to stand there staring at the ground, or are you going to fight?" "You realize I could kick your ass in my sleep right?" "Please."

After fighting Emmett, and winning, you walk past a fallen branch. The branch manages to cut your leg making you hiss and pull at your pant leg, inwardly groaning when you see the small cut.

Realizing that you're bleeding you stand up straight, Edward hearing your thoughts looks at you confused, "What's wrong?" You can't help but take a step back, not knowing what to think, "Uh nothing. It doesn't bother you?" Gesturing toward your leg, Edward shakes his head, "It doesn't even smell like blood, more like those candles they have inside churches."

Thinking about the cut on your leg you start walking backwards, "I gotta go, there's something I need to take care of." Carlisle is quick to stop you, "Wait! The wolves will need your scent, in case you don't come back until the battle."

Letting each wolf sniff you you feel yourself freeze when one gets near you, making it look at you and freeze itself, noticing that it's the last one you start walking backwards staring at Rosalie, "Is that all you needed me for?" Seeing the state you're in she nods before you start jogging across the field.

"Are you running?" You turn around and smirk, "Of course not. I have my own form of travel." You quickly turn and fasten your pace letting your wings out and start flying, all the way to LA.

You find yourself sitting across from your dad, asking him about what it's like for him to be around Chloe. "Why so many questions darling?" "I just- it's uh."

You finally manage to tell your dad about the cut and bleeding around other supernatural creatures. You groan when your dad sits with a smug look, ready to get revenge for all the times you made fun of him for being weak around Chloe.

"Dad I'm serious, I need help here." He sighs standing up and going into dad mode grabbing your shoulders, "Darling, there's nothing you can do about it. Your grandpa is just showing you, in his own twisted way, that someone is made for you. Literally."

You take the next couple of days thinking about everything, you don't even know what this person looks like, and they already make you weak. Literally.

You fly back just in time, the fights already started. You're quick to land, pushing one of the newborns off of one of the wolves and using it as a landing mat. As the newborns head falls off you scrunch up your nose, "Gross."

Rosalie shouts from across the field, "Now you show up?!" You throw up your hands and punch a vampires head off before turning towards her, "Im here aren't I?"

Before you know it the fight is over and you're helping throw the bodies into the fire.

Before you realize what you're doing you throw yourself towards one of the wolves before it can attack a rogue vampire, alongside another wolf who gets itself in the vampires grasp. As you tumble towards the ground alongside the wolf you hear screams of agony.

You watch as the wolves head into the forest before coming back out in their human form surrounding the naked boy on the ground. You stand back as Carlisle looks over the boy, "The right side of his body is shattered." It takes you seconds to push through everyone and to fall on the ground next to the boy, "I can fix it."

Everyone turns to Alice, "There's no time! They're coming." You feel yourself look at Carlisle for an explanation, "The Volturi, they don't know about the wolves, or you for that matter." You nod before standing up, "Then what do we do?" Sam interferes, "The only thing we can do." You watch as the rest of the boys around you lift up the screaming boy and head off into the forest, leaving you behind.

Rosalie comes up behind you and gives you a slight push, "Go with them. Tell them Carlisle will be there to check on him after. Besides I think there's something you should know about one of the wolf boys." You stare at her before hearing Alice say, "Five minutes."

You're quick to run into the forest following the smell of the pack until you end up at a small house where everyone is standing around outside, surrounding a man in a wheelchair. You make your way towards the group, Sam stepping in front of everyone. “How can you help him?” The man in the wheelchair rolls forward, “What are you?”

You cross your arms staring at both men, turning towards the older one. “My names Y/N, I’m an angel. Well half angel. And as of helping him, I’m capable of healing human bones, painlessly. It takes a while, but he won’t be in any pain. It’s better than having to re-break all of his bones, I’m guessing you all heal fast since you turn into wolves.

The two men stare at you along with everyone else around you before the older man raises his hand to shake yours, “Billy.” You smile and shake his, “That’s one less name for me to try and guess.” He chuckles and turns leading you into the small house, everyone else following.

You enter the living room, seeing the same boy laying on the couch groaning in pain. One of the two human woman beside him look at Billy, “His bones have probably already set wrong. They’ll need to be re-broken and reset to stop the pain.” Billy grabs your arm, “Are you positive this will help my son?” You cant help but nod and give him a soft smile, “This wouldn’t be the first person, I’ve done this for.” 

As you make your way to the couch you grab a chair setting it next to the boy. Taking your seat you set your hand on the boys abdomen and watch as his face relaxes and shows no sign of pain. It takes him a second to realize he can’t feel anything before he looks at you, “How are you doing that?” You can’t help but smirk, “Same way you turn into a giant dog.”

An hour later you're watching the boy moving around, making sure he's fully healed before you go to leave, Billy stopping you, "Y/N we need to talk about something. Stay for dinner and we'll explain, maybe you can explain more on what you are."

You quickly learn everyone's names along with their tribal legends. In turn you tell them about being a half angel, daughter to the devil.

"So is your dad actually red?" "No. He can make himself look like the pictures though." "Can you do that?" "No."

By the end of the night you've learned what an imprint is, how it works and who imprinted on you. You manage to swap numbers with the pack and the rest of the imprints but get rushed back to Seattle by an impatient uncle who appeared out of nowhere, just as you were about to finish your food.

[written-on-the-trees]

Emerson Barrett Fan Fiction - Beautiful Things Come One Stitch At A Time

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers (or rather exes to still-exes-but-one-of-them-wants-to-get-back-together)

Word-count: 1825 words

Warnings: none

Description: Tia dumped Emerson because he wasn't good for her. She never expected to see him at work four years later - and now she doesn't know what to do.

Sequel to Not Enough Stitches To Put Us Back Together!

Tia sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

 This was not how she had wanted to spend her day.

 After getting fired, she’d started looking for jobs that would take her away from Las Vegas. It had only been a few months since she’d dumped her ex-boyfriend, Emerson, and it had seemed like the universe was telling her it had been time for a change. She’d applied for a few various positions, and ended up taking a job on Los Angeles, at Sumerian Records. At the time, Palaye Royale had been an unsigned band, and Tia had taken a job as a personal assistant in the record label’s legal department, figuring that even if Palaye Royale were signed to Sumerian, it was unlikely Tia would ever have any reason to deal with them.

 However, two very significant things had changed since she’d first started working for Sumerian.

 Firstly: she’d become a tour manager. Apparently she had an undiscovered talent for wrangling people and organisation. The last bit hadn’t really been undiscovered to her, but the people wrangling bit had been a pleasant surprise.

 Secondly - something that was a much less pleasant surprise - Palaye Royale got signed to Sumerian Records.

 Tia hadn’t been pleased. She’d gone straight to her boss, Kayley, and explained everything: that Emerson was an ex-boyfriend, that they hadn’t parted on the best of terms, and that Sebastian and Remington despised her. Kayley had taken it in stride, and made notes in all the relevant places that Tia wasn’t to be TM on any tour Palaye Royale were on. It was a system that worked for years; she never saw any of the three men, and since she’d blocked them all on all of her social media accounts, along with anyone she knew they were close with, she wasn’t even sure she worked for the label they were signed to.

 It was the perfect arrangement, as far as she was concerned.

 But then the world had gone to shit. That had been rough for everyone, not least Tia, who had been lucky to be put on paid leave through the worst of it, getting 75 percent of her monthly salary each month. Between that, using the extra time to spend on her crafting hobbies that allowed her open up an Etsy store, and her savings, Tia had been lucky enough to wait the virus out. Some of her colleagues hadn’t been so lucky, and had had to move on, but as much as Tia’s heart had hurt for them, she hadn’t really thought of what that meant for her.

 Like the fact Sumerian were now dealing with the world opening back up for concerts while they had a lack of tour managers.

 Which was how Tia had ended up being named TM for the second leg of Palaye Royale’s The Bastards Tour.

   Just kill me now.

   Kayley had been apologetic, and Tia honestly believed there was nothing her boss could’ve done, but in some respects that just made things more frustrating. There was no-one to blame for these circumstances but a shitty universe fucking with her, and so Tia just had to put on her big girl knickers and get on with it. Starting with introducing herself to the boys as their new TM.

 It wasn’t going to be fun. In fact, Tia was pretty sure it was going to be the worst day she’d had since she’d dumped Emerson.

 Despite that, though, Tia squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked onto the tour bus that was going to be her new home - and the home of her ex-boyfriend and his brothers - for the next few months. The sudden silence that fell across the three men sitting in the main living area was deafening, but Tia didn’t let it intimidate her. She was going to have to face a lot worse than just silence, and she wasn’t going to be beaten so early on.

   So, instead, she just put a blandly professional smile on her face, and introduced herself before any of those idiots could speak: “Good morning. I’m Tatia, and I’m going to be the TM for this tour.”

 “We know who you are.” Sebastian glared at Tia: “It’s not like we’d forget the bitch who dumped our brother on the way back from the hospital.”

 Remington nodded: “We’re not awful people.”

   Tia would like to argue that point, specifically about Sebastian and Remington, but she was determined to remain professional.

 Even if Emerson was staring at her as if she was some sort of literal angel: like he couldn’t quite believe he was actually seeing her. It was weird, and Tia really hoped that he stopped doing it soon, but in the name of remaining professional she ignored it.

   “Of course you’re not.” Tia agreed with Remington, keeping her tone light and friendly, despite how bad his attitude was: “And irrespective of any previous relationships, we’re going to have to work together for the next three months, so I believe it’s in all out interests to be civil.”

 “Or we could just tell the label that you’re a ex and we don’t want to work with you.” Remington smirked.

 Tia just smiled at him: “Sumerian Records have been aware of the fact Emerson is my ex-boyfriend since you signed with them. Normally I would not have been your TM, but there’s a bit of a shortage of us around at the moment, and I’m the only one available for this tour. If you would still like to take it up with the record, then you can, but in terms of TMs, it’s me or no-one.”

   Silence reigned again.

   “Shall we get on the road, then?”

   The silence continued, and Tia took that as a win.

      A month into the tour, and Tia was ready to tear her hair out.

 Remington and Sebastian were dicks. Andrew, their touring guitarist, took his lead from them, even if he wasn’t as bad: and their merch girl Hope did the same. All the roadies, some of whom she’d worked with before, were on her side, seeing Remington, Sebastian, and Andrew as arrogant and rude because…well, they were arrogant and rude, snapping demands during set up and ignoring everyone the rest of the time. The driver hated them because he was constantly annoyed by their antics on the bus, so he was on Tia’s side too

 The bus was divided, and it was not conductive to a good environment.

 And then there was Emerson.

 Emerson, when he wasn’t busy on stage or doing media, followed Tia around like a lost puppy. The roadies had found it really creepy to begin with - and even when Tia had filled them in on the fact he was her ex, they still weren’t too happy about him. She was rarely left on her own, and she grateful for that - because apparently Emerson was not over her.

 He started with constantly trying to make eye contact whenever they were in the same room. When that didn’t work, he moved onto texting her, since she’d unblocked him for work, but she ignored all messages from him that weren’t work related. Once he’d realised he wasn’t getting anywhere with the texts, he’d moved onto gifts and cares. A lot of gifts and cards. Stuffed toy cats, expensive treats like fancy baked goods and chocolates, interesting sounding books, even jewelry.

 Tia ignored all of it, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he would stop letting her do that.

 Eventually, he managed to corner her while she was talking to Hope about how much stock the merch table needed and if they needed to look at getting more. With Hope being firmly on the band’s side, and probably assuming Emerson was going to chew her out like Remington and Sebastian constantly tried to, she disappeared the moment he gestured for her to give him and Tia a moment.

   He didn’t waste a moment once he had her trapped between himself, the merch table, and a wall, immediately launching into what he wanted to say: “Tia, I’m so sorry. Past me was awful - ”

 “I hate to break it to you, Emerson, but present you is also pretty terrible.” Tia rolled her eyes.

 “ - but I have changed.” Emerson continued, before his expression turned regretful when he registered what she’d said: “Even if I haven’t necessarily shown you that.”

 Tia rolled her eyes again: “Pretty much the opposite. You and your brothers are exactly the same as I remember you: aggressive, cocky, or just plain apathetic. Your brothers have gone out of their way to make life difficult to me, and you’ve sat back and let it happen, just like the three of you used to drive me to the urge of panic attacks, and you did nothing about it. So, yeah, I wouldn’t exactly say that you’ve shown you’ve changed.”

 Emerson had the good sense to look ashamed: “You’re right, I haven’t. I’m sorry.”

   Tia remained resolute when Emerson’s face dropped.

 She wasn’t sucked in by the act - and on the off chance it was genuine, it was nothing compared to the upset he’d caused her. The fact was, dating Emerson had been terrible for Tia’s mental health. It had driven her to therapy after the relationship ended, which had in time allowed her to see that although her issues were absolutely not Emerson’s fault, he exacerbated them so much that if she hadn’t dumped him when she had there would have been issues that he was to blame for.

 Had she missed him? Yes. Did she still miss him? That was harder to say.

 Emerson was a unique soul, and Tia had truly felt they had gotten along amazingly…he just never listened to her when she explained that there was something wrong. She had loved him, even though they’d been together for just six months, but that had been over four years ago now, and even though sometimes it made something in her chest clench when she looked at him, she honestly wasn’t sure if it was love or just an echo of the pain he’d caused her.

   “I want to show you that I have, though.” Emerson suddenly continued: his forlorn look being overtaken by one of determination: “I will show you that I have.”

 Tia wasn’t sure she believed him…but she found that, deep down, she wanted him to, even though she wasn’t going to admit it, so she just sighed: “I’m sure you’ll try, Emerson.”

 “I will.”

 “Okay, then.” Tia shrugged, still acting like she didn’t believe him - because she honestly didn’t, no matter what she wanted: “I’ve got work to do. You do what you want.”

   She walked away, leaving Emerson to plan whatever he was going to do to try and convince her that he was a better person that he used to be.

   I wonder if it will work…

[probably-writing-x]

Admittance pt.8

Guzmán x Reader

Gif is not my own

Requests are open🤍

Since you’d left school that day, it was the first time that you hadn’t gone home with Guzmán. It might have been an over-reaction, or maybe completely justified - you couldn’t exactly decide. Instead, you’d chosen to change into your comfiest sweats, find some comfort food, and wallow in your own self pity as you contemplated exactly what would come of your future now. You were annoyed at Guzmán - he’d spent the past months convincing you that you were no less worthy now that you were in the middle of a teen pregnancy, but when the moment had risen, that’s not what he’d said. 

“There you are!” Your mum exclaims as she comes through the door, “You think skipping the day of school is a good way of proving that you deserve to graduate?”

“Not now Mum,” You roll your eyes, “I don’t need you complaining at me.”

“(Y/n), I can try to change the board’s opinion but you need to give them a reason why they should. If you want to graduate, you can’t let one thing make you give up,” She defends her side, “Do you not understand that?”

“Mum, leave it,” Ander comes up behind her and places a hand on her arm, “Please.”

She sighs and looks between the two of you before heading upstairs. Omar glances at Ander from where he stood behind him. They share some sort of look that confirms their plan as Omar dismisses himself and Ander instead walks into the lounge to join you alone. 

“Did I miss much at school?” You ask as he sits down beside you, reaching for the bag of pretzels you’d been eating from.

“Just Guzmán spending the day in a rage about how they weren’t willing to help you,” Ander explains, “He’s saying he won’t graduate if you can’t.”

“So he can ‘not give himself a future’ too?”

“You know he didn't mean it like that,” Ander sighs, “He just... he was angry at them! And he doesn't like the idea of the school treating this baby like it’s the only thing you have for your future.”

“Maybe it is,” You shrug, “I’ll be having a baby Ander, and she needs to be my priority.”

“That doesn’t mean you stop being a priority too! (Y/n), you’re like the smartest person I know. You can definitely do everything you need to do to graduate and still give birth.”

“I’m not a superhero Ander,” You chuckle at your brother.

“Well, you’re the closest thing to one that I know,” He smirks, wrapping an arm around you as he places a hand over your bump, “And she’ll know that too.”

“Thanks man,” You sigh, leaning into him, “Was Guzmán really bad?”

“Terrible, awful, I’ve never seen him like that,” He shakes his head, “But he’ll be fine, you’ll be able to say all the right things that we couldn’t say. I thought he was going to rip Omar’s head off, so I got us out of there before we could say anything more.”

You laugh, “Fancy watching Aladdin with me?”

With that, the two of you settle into watching the rest of the film and Ander manages to relax into his normal attitude of joking about everything he possibly can. It felt like forever since you’d had a moment with him like this, something you’d always done before life took you through your separate stresses.

“I think Aladdin was probably my first male crush,” Ander comments, “I think I liked him more than you did.”

- - - - - -

It’s a couple of hours later when your phone starts ringing and you know you can’t avoid Guzmán for any longer. 

“(Y/n)!” He starts as soon as you accept the call, “Shit, are you okay?”

You can hear the concern in his voice, the fear in the way he says your name. It makes you feel guilty in some way, like you shouldn’t have ever been annoyed at him. It baffled you that he now had that effect. Only a year ago, being annoyed at Guzmán was a regular occurrence - with him being Ander’s best friend. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You reply, “Are you?”

“I’m good, I just wanted to check in. I’m sorry for what I said, (Y/n),” He sighs, “You know I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know, I guess we both didn’t expect them to give up that easily,” You admit, “But we’ll figure it out Guzmán, maybe I can look into online classes like they said.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

He’s reluctant to agree with you and think that online classes were a good idea. He didn’t want you to have to change your plans like that. But he also didn’t want to argue with you, not now and not ever. So he settled for a response that fell somewhere in the middle.

“Okay,” You nod, scratching the back of your neck, “Are you coming over tonight?”

“I’ll be there in an hour. There’s something I need to do first, is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course, I’ll order us some food,” You offer, “I’ll see you in a bit Guzmán.”

He hangs up the phone and pauses for a moment, looking out over the landscape surrounding his house. There was such a tug convincing him that he should just go to your house, wrap his arms around you and apologise profusely for losing his temper. But he’d never been the type to give up on something he cared about, let alone someone. That’s why he finds himself in his car, using his social status to remember the address of the head of the school board as he drives to their home. What exactly he would say, he’d make that up on the spot. He just knew he needed to say something.

When he knocks on the door, he’s more nervous than he expected to be. If this had been any other time, any other situation, he’d go in all guns blazing. But he cared about this and you more than anything he had done before, and proving to the board why you deserved a chance wouldn’t be very successful if he simply yelled at them until they gave up.

“Can I help you?” It’s a man that opens the door, one Guzmán can faintly remember as the husband of who he was looking for.

Guzmán glances inside at the fancy house he felt oddly out of place in, “I’m looking for Mrs Navarro? I’m Guzmán, a student at Las Encinas.”

“Oh, okay, come in,” The man encourages, “I didn’t know we were expecting anyone.”

“Well, you weren’t,” Guzmán admits, scratching at the back of his neck, “I’m sorry to just drop in but I really need to speak to her.”

As if on cue, Mrs Navarro comes walking through the door, looking less smart and formal than Guzmán had ever seen her. She looks at the boys with a deep frown, evidently as baffled as her husband had been.

“Mrs Navarro,” Guzmán starts, “My name is Guzmán, I’m a student at-“

“Las Encinas, I remember you,” She nods, “What are you doing here?”

Guzmán looks down and wipes his hands on his jeans, “I came to speak to you about (Y/n) (Y/l/n). I know I shouldn’t be here and it’s rude of me to disturb you at home but I just really need to speak to you. And they wouldn’t listen to me at school, so I figured you were the best person to come to. I’m sorry.”

She looks at her husband and back to the boy almost pleading with her, “Stop apologising, I can see this is something you clearly care a lot about. Honey, can you go and keep an eye on Mia - she was just about to wake up.”

Her husband dismisses himself as the head of the board guides Guzmán through to the dining room where he sits across from her at the table.

“You need to give (Y/n) a chance to graduate. I know she won’t be able to sit her finals at the right time, but I’ve done my research and I found out that she can sit like the alternative pathway version. You can give her some extra tests, get an average of her performance over the past years and use that as evidence enough for her to graduate properly,” He nods, “It could work, I’ve checked, I can show you the-“

“Guzmán,” Mrs Navarro cuts in, “It seems you’ve researched this quite heavily. And I appreciate everything you’re saying, but I do also have to remind you that one of the reasons we made the decision that we did was because of (Y/n)‘s health. She’s having a child, and going through that is never an easy experience. She’ll be dealing with a lot of personal changes, both mentally and physically - and invoking more stress by increasing her school work seems to be like that could be detrimental to the process of her pregnancy. Do you understand that?”

He takes in a deep breath and tries to stop his hands from shaking, “Can I be honest with you Miss?”

The woman nods and looks at him intently, seeing a side to this boy that his rich-entitled facade made her never see before.

“When I first found out (Y/n) was pregnant, I was terrified. I was never cut out to be a good father. And there was so much to think about, so much to juggle, to remember, like I had to become an adult and an expert all in the space of 9 months. But when I looked at her, when I saw the person who was telling me that they were carrying my baby, she just made it seem so much easier. She was terrified too but it was like she was still so sure of herself beyond that. Like she was willing to do everything she could to make sure that, when the time came, she’d be more capable of being a mother than anybody else I knew. And she made it clear to me that I could do the same in being a father,” Guzmán smiles to himself, “(Y/n)‘s the most capable person I know, she takes everything in her stride even when she’s terrified beneath the surface. She’s the only reason I believe I’ll ever be ready to be a father. I want her to graduate, and I want her to be beside me, holding our child - because it will show her that she’s just as capable as she encourages everyone else to believe they are. It will show her she’s worthy of the kind of respect that she gives other people, the kind of faith she places in those around her. And it will show our child, whoever they grow up to be, that they’re capable of anything they want to be.”

His eyes flood with the possibility of tears as he finishes the most impromptu monologue he’d ever said, glancing up to Mrs Navarro who now has tears in her eyes too.

“I’m begging you, Ma’am, give her a chance. She’ll blow you away, I promise you.”

The lady smiles and lets out a little laugh, “Well, I’m not normally one to cry! And I’m also not one to change my mind once it’s made up, but you give a very compelling case Guzmán. I’ll speak to my team in the morning and discuss how we can alter the academic year for (Y/n) to ensure that she can still graduate with her class when the time comes. I can’t promise they’ll be on board, but I will most certainly head up the argument for why she should stay.”

Guzmán lets out a breath he’d never remembered holding, smiling as he wipes his eyes before any tears drop, “Thank you, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means, thank you.”

Before anything more can be said, the sound of pattering feet comes ringing through the room and Guzmán turns to see a little girl running in the direction of the two of them. She’s no older than one and has a bright grin on her face that is impossible to not return.

“I’m sorry, this is my daughter Xyla,” The lady explains, “Who’s clearly awake from her nap.”

She runs straight over to her Mum who lifts her onto her lap and turns back to Guzmán.

“(Y/n) may be the one who convinced you first of all, but I’ll be one to reiterate the point. After who I’ve seen you be just now, I have every faith that you’ll make a wonderful father Guzmán. You are more than capable of showing that child as much love as possible, and I wish you and (Y/n) nothing but the best,” She beams, “And, surpringly, I’m very glad you came to my house tonight - even if it does massively breach the privacy rules of my job. Thank you, Guzmán.”

He stands up from his chair and nods, “Thank you, again. Have a lovely night guys.”

He exits the house and sits back in his car, a flood of feelings washing over him - letting him settle somewhere between pride, relief and complete adoration.

- - - - - -

“Oh, it’s you!” You laugh as you open the door to see Guzmán on the other side, “I’m a little disappointed, I thought it was the pizza delivery guy.”

Guzmán doesn’t respond, just steps through the threshold of the door and cups your face in his hands.

“Guzmán what are you doing?” You chuckle, wrapping your hands around his wrists on either side of your jaw.

“How do you feel about graduating with me? All three of us?” He grins, his eyes still a little full with the tears he’d refused to let drop from earlier.

“What?” You exclaim, “Guzmán what did you do?”

“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter,” He shakes his head quickly, “But you’ll be graduating with me, I promise. We’ll do that together, just as we are with all of this. Okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, pulling him down to you to kiss him strongly, “So you figured it out?”

He lets out a breathy laugh, “Something like that.”

He kisses you again and closes the door behind him.

“So you ordered pizza?” He asks as you walk back through to the lounge.

“Yeah, the boys chose them though so I wouldn’t be surprised if they chose all the ones you’d hate,” You comment, “Apparently you were kind of a dick after I left.”

Guzmán scratches at the back of his neck, “I was... I mean I just... I had a lot to... Yeah, I was a dick.”

You go to respond just as you hear the sound of footsteps down the stairs and you watch as Ander and Omar walk through.

“Ooh, careful Omar,” Ander jokes, “I might need to protect you from another Guzmán attack.”

Guzmán blushes bashfully at the joke and looks down, “Yeah, I was bad earlier - I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Omar rolls his eyes, “Just try not to yell at me again, all I said was that (Y/n) needed space. And you were like an animal!”

Guzmán walks over and locks an arm around his shoulders, “Come on man, you still love me.”

Omar laughs and wraps an arm around him too, ruffling Guzman’s hair.

“Careful Ander, looks like there’s a new love affair in this house,” You smirk and your brother rolls his eyes, Omar walking back over to him and kissing him quickly.

Guzmán comes over to you and wraps his arms around you from behind, settling his chin on your shoulder, “We’re going to be just fine.”

“Yeah, you think?” You smile, side-eying him as you let your hands fall over his.

“I know so,” He responds, “Look who this baby is going to have for uncles! They’ll be the luckiest kid in the world.”

You laugh and watch as Omar and Ander are now fighting over which spot they get to sit at on the couch, hitting each other with the couch cushions as they do so.

“We’ll be just fine,” You mumble, leaning your head into Guzman’s as he litters your shoulder with peppered kisses.

“Please tell me they ordered pepperoni,” Guzmán mutters quietly.

“I may have added one to the order when they told me what they wanted,” You comment, turning to kiss him quickly.

Guzmán gasps jokingly, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You laugh and shoot him a wink, “This,” You point down at your bump and grin, “It was all this Guzmán.”

[thrill-cfthechase]

feelin’ twenty-two

tw: pregnancy, death, alcoholism, verbal abuse, creepy men

november 4th was elliot’s least favorite day of the year. it was never a day of celebration in the chase household, instead a day of forced smiles and words left unspoken. it was her birthday, but it was never preceded by a ‘happy.’ it was a somber occasion, a day of mourning. when she was young the people in her neighborhood would get her a cake and little gifts to make up for the party that her father never threw, but she could tell they were behaving differently than they did on other kids’ birthdays. she was nearly four when she found out that her mother had died after giving birth to her, and while she didn’t understand death, she knew she had done something wrong. on her fourth birthday she threw a fit. it was a nasty tantrum that the chases and all of sunset park tried to forget, but elliot would always remember the first time she remembered thinking i want my mom.

she wasn’t sure how old she was when her father stopped acknowledging her birthday, but she could tell he knew what day it was because he was always even drunker and angrier than usual and able to find new and creative ways to get mad at her that didn’t involve the death of her mother. her brothers would take her out for ice cream and she would eat her mint chocolate chip in silence while they watched her, foreheads etched with concern. some years they saved up enough money to buy her a gift, but she would never play with it. she didn’t feel like it was deserved. on her seventh birthday her brothers took her mini-golfing and they let her win. it made her furious. they never took it easy on her ever, and the last thing she wanted was for them to coddle her. she just wanted it to be like every other day. that night she found her oldest brother, tucker, crying. he was fourteen and far too proud to let people see him cry, one of many traits of toxic masculinity that managed to make it’s way into elliot. she didn’t know what to do or how to comfort him so she said nothing and went to her room, staring at the cracks in the ceiling above her bed until the sun rose the next morning.

by her twelfth birthday tucker had moved out for college, and that year her other brother, forrest, had a soccer game in a town two hours away. she got a confetti cake from her next door neighbor, mrs. casey, and spent the evening doing homework in her room while she ignored the sound of her father yelling at the tv. elliot thought she was being sneaky when she tiptoed into the kitchen to get another slice of cake for dinner, that the tv would mask any noise she made despite the fact that the la-z boy her father sat at was only a few feet away from the fridge. when he turned to tell her to give him another beer she was so startled that she dropped her cake on the floor. as she sat on the cold tiles and cleaned up the mess she’d made the drumming of her heartbeat in her ears was almost loud enough to drown out the insults being thrown at her. when forrest got home that night he made a joke about elliot not saving him any cake. she told him to go fuck himself and he called her a bitch. she still hates funfetti.

the night of elliot’s sixteenth birthday was spent in a stolen dress at a hotel bar downtown with a man twice her age. she pretended to believe he wasn’t married and he pretended to believe she was twenty-one. they talked for a few hours, with elliot at her most charming and gracious in a way that people who really knew her would find laughable. she was still new to this type of con, the kind that required her to be a lady, but it worked, and she left with his watch, two credit cards, and four hundred in cash. she was gone by the time he realized anything was missing. when she got home her father seemed surprised to see her, like he hadn’t realized she wasn’t in her room all night. he had never seen elliot in makeup before, and the fact that he was now seeing it at two in the morning didn’t seem to sit right with him. “if your mother was here she’d be so disappointed in you. but she’s not here, is she?” it might have been the most tame thing he said to her, but felt like the cruelest by far. those were the words that echoed in her head as she lay awake in bed with gus, her fourteen year old dog, asleep on her chest. he weighed twenty-five pounds but the weight on her lungs didn’t bother her - the ability to breathe didn’t seem particularly important.

elliot’s twentieth birthday was a little over two months into her first year at gallagher. she didn’t intend on telling anyone, but it felt strange to be another year older in a place that still felt foreign to her. she confided in the two people she had grown to truly trust - ellie and kass. kass even baked her a cake, and something compelled elliot to give her a hug. she wasn’t usually physically affectionate, but no one had baked her a cake in years, and she couldn’t help feeling a little sentimental. as soon as kass left she had to scrape the “happy birthday” off the cake so that no one else could see it, but for the first time she could remember, she was a little glad it was her birthday.

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elliot looked at her phone. november 4th, 2020, 12:01 a.m. the two hardest things for her to say were ‘i love you’ and ‘i’m sorry,’ but on this day she felt the need to say both to her brothers.

“hey, i know u don’t like it when i apologize on this day, but it’s my birthday and that’s what i want to say. i’m sorry u lost her. thanks for never telling me it was my fault. i love u,” she texted them.

it was only nine o’clock in seattle and she immediately got a text back from her oldest brother. “you’re going to dismiss everything i say, but i need you to know that i love you. raising you has made me the man i am today, which is cheesy but it’s true. it’s not fair to you that you had to deal with all of my mistakes, but i believe that learning from them is what will make me a good father. losing mom is probably the worst thing that ever happened to me, but getting you was the best.” a single tear fell down elliot’s cheek and she quickly wiped it away and buried her face in spruce’s fur. her phone buzzed again with another text from tucker. “well, mia is the best thing now, but you held the title for a long time. i love you smelliot.” she cracked a smile and sent back a quick “love u too fucker.” it took her a long time to fall asleep, although that wasn’t unusual for her, and she dreamed of memories that didn’t belong to her.

she didn’t have any expectations for her birthday, but she was pleasantly surprised. levi wished her a happy birthday, and she only vaguely remembered telling him accidentally while drunk and wasn’t sure if she’d mentioned how little she cared for the day, but he didn’t make a big deal out of it and for that she was grateful. she was surprised when rowan wished her a happy birthday - elliot didn’t feel deserving of her kindness, but it still felt good. she got her annual cake from kass, delicious as always, and she tried to not think about the fact that this time next year kass wouldn’t be there and she wouldn’t have a homemade cake to deface. she also got a cake from asher, who had made one for her last year as well when they were dating, and a cupcake from reese. it was a lot of baked goods to explain to people, but stuffing her face with cake helped elliot feel a little better. one thing about having roommates was that they tended to know things about you that you might not want them to know, but she wasn’t too worried about ella making a big deal of things. she definitely hadn’t anticipated receiving a hamburger with a lit birthday candle in it, and it both made her laugh and tasted delicious. she was laying on her bed doing homework when alex walked in, unannounced and uninvited (rude) and gave her not only a bag of hot cheetos but also a knife engraved with what according to alex was the state flower of california (the opposite of rude). she didn’t really know what to say to him other than the thing she had managed to say all day long: thank you. it wasn’t her favorite thing to say, she wasn’t known for being particularly courteous, but she meant it. she was thankful to know that the few people who knew about her birthday had bothered to tell her they cared. on most days elliot would think of course they care, i’m me, but this day made her feel small. luckily for her, she had friends who reminded her otherwise.

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elliot looked at her phone. november 5th, 2020, 12:00 a.m. it was over, and she was relieved. she wasn’t quite sure if it had been a happy birthday, but it seemed like in the past few years it had become less and less of a sad one. she was lying in bed, spruce fast asleep and snoring under one arm. “i’m sorry,” she whispered to nothing and no one. perhaps she was saying it to herself. she put her phone down and curled up beside spruce. as she waited for sleep to come she thought of her mother, of the woman who had been described to her and the woman she’d imagined she was. elliot thought back to all the times her brothers had told her how excited their mother was for elliot to be born and the time her aunt told her she was sure her mother had loved her with all her heart, if only for a few minutes. she cried, silent tears that stung her eyes and stained her pillow. eventually she took a breath and got out of bed, deciding to take spruce for a midnight walk. the air was cool and still and the sky was clear. elliot sat down on the grass by the edge of the forest and looked up at the stars. she stayed there for quite some time, looking out into the darkness and trying to remember names of constellations. she saw a shooting star and smiled, wracking her brain for what to wish for.

just some good things would be nice.

when she finally crawled into bed, the tightness in her chest that always appeared on her birthday was gone, and for the first time in weeks she slept peacefully.