#alright now i'm coming around for all the plots uwu love me

[naevaliaakster]

( cisfemale ) haven’t seen NAEVA LI AAKSTER around in a while. the NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO lookalike has been known to be (+) ORGANIZED & (+) RELIABLE, but SHE can also be (-) UNFORGIVING & (-) IMPULSIVE. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in ARCHAEOLOGY. I believe they’re living in POTENTAS. but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( pepper. twenty three. est. she/her. )

hello folks, it me, back again, to give you a bit of insight into my girl. down bellow will be some facts on facts on facts, and once again please smack that like button and i will teleport into your dms. before i forget here is her pinterest board.

naeva is eva’s god sister. their parents met in university and were pretty much inseparable since, so eva and naeva grew up together despite the fact that naeva was just a smidge bit older. naeva’s parents are also well known writers, but they’re also both therapists, which means, you guessed it folks, naeva has pretty much spent her whole life under a microscope. was psychoanalyzed at the dinner table yk what i mean. 

naeva was also her parents only child so all their energy and overbearing tendencies were focused on her. naeva couldn’t so much as breath without one of the two trying to comment on it, they would go through her things as she got older, ask borderline invasive questions about her personal life. there was really no boundaries, and it was a stifling environment but it was really all she knew.

growing up naeva and eva were two peas in a pod. they did everything together. dance classes, halloween, back to school shopping, dress up. they had more play dates together than they could count, but when they played house eva was always the beautiful wife and mother and naeva was always the family dog yk? they were never truly equal, and naeva knew it, her parents knew it. eva was the leader, and naeva was the follower, although she never quite understood how she fell into that position. 

later in life naeva would escape a lot from her parents, and she tended to do that with eva. they would take road trips to france or germany or honestly anywhere that wasn’t their home. the two were pretty much a package deal, and they told each other everything growing up. or well, naeva told eva everything. she had no way of knowing what eva was hiding from her. 

on these trips they would get pretty Wildt. they were basically unsupervised so they would do whatever they wanted, so drinking partying, seducing boys (and girls) all that fun stuff. they’d tell a lot of lies, pretend to be people they weren’t, con dumb older men and tourists just for shits and giggles. you know. just girly things. 

eva honestly wasn’t always the nicest to naeva either? she was kind of the karen to eva’s regina yk, like always kind of living in her shadow, kind of blindly and naively following her. naeva loved her like a sister though so she tried to look passed eva’s nasty comments or sharp demeanor, tried to ignore it or downplay it because she knew she had good heart underneath. it worked for years. until it didn’t. 

when naeva was sixteen her parents got a book deal and they had a big party for it. naeva didn’t know what the book was about, but her parents hadn’t written something together in about two decades so she understood the fanfare. but she was completely blindsided when she found out the novel was about her. 

it was basically a novel surrounding parenting her, psychoanalyzing her behavior and her upbringing, like naeva was nothing but an experiment. naeva was horrified and made a big scene at the party forbidding her parents from publishing it, but they refused. told her that this wasn’t about her, and that she was just being dramatic, and besides the book was already being printed so there was nothing she could do about it. naeva never felt so violated in her life. 

after the book was published naeva was completely humiliated. it skyrocketed in success, even being put on the book list for some universities for developmental psychology classes. naeva tried to stay inside and stay away from anybody who knew the last name ‘li aakster’ and could connect this whole thing to her. during that time she leaned on eva, who supported her during the event. 

however later naeva ended up overhearing eva ripping her apart to her friends, discussing the novel and fact checking it with the personal things she knew about naeva. naeva confronted her and this really put a rift in their relationship, because eva really showed no remorse.

understandably after this naeva’s relationship with both eva and her parents was Rocky as Hell. the of the closest people to her had completely broken her trust, and so she made their lives as miserable as she could until it got to the point that they had to send her away to boarding school (location flexible. could have been in the states 👀)   . she stayed there for two years before returning home after graduation, still hurt and angry but colder with time. 

it’s because of their rocky past that she picked eva’s name. she regrets it now. at the time with how angry and hurt and betrayed she still felt, she just wanted eva to feel the same humiliation she did. but she didn’t want her to be hurt, or scared, or whatever the hell the person who runs this app is doing to her. she hasn’t told a soul that she picked her, but god does she wish she could take it back. 

HEADCANNONS/PERSONALITY

trust issues, daddy issues, mommy issues, issues issues. 

naeva originally got into the hendrix psychology program, but that reminded her too much of her parents so she changed it. for a second she was in the photography program, but again she ended up changing it. now she’s in archaeology and she already wants to change it tbh. thinking of switching to paleontology, because at the moment she’s toying with the idea of being a museum curator.

has a lot of issues with her identity? she trailed behind eva for so long, and then her parents exploited her identity for money, and now she just isn’t really sure who she is as a person, hence changing her major every thirty seconds. also very insecure deep down but that’s a whole other thing. very self critical. 

since she’s such a mess, she tries to control external factors? her dorm room is always pretty much spotless, she can be kind of a mom friend, she can occasionally meddle to try to fix things. the type to give advice despite the fact that she has no idea what she’s doing with her life. 

the biggest sweet tooth. sugar is a coping mechanism. humour is too. 

knows how to speak dutch, mandarin (has some trouble writing in it though), english, and some conversational french and german from her travels. 

alcohol and drugs and partying as a coping mechanism when she’s upset??? more likely than you think!

still kind of wants to leave the country whenever she feels stifled tbh sdkdsksdkj a big travel bug though so there’s also that

doesn’t drive, bikes everywhere tbh, this bitch is a friend of the environment. 

a photography hoe tbh. takes lots of pics of her travels but pretty much burned or ripped up most of the ones with eva in them when she was sixteen. only a few were spared. 

was convinced this whole watershed thing was some sort of fucked up prank until recently. now she’s paranoid as all hell. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS omg listen,,, fuck me up

EXES: like i said, naeva’s got hella trust issues so things probably didn’t go the best but give me this 

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS: people she grew up with outside of eva? again fuck me up 

FRIENDS FROM BOARDING SCHOOL:  like,,, i said 👀 location flexible 

PEOPLE SHE AND EVA FUCKED OVER: let naeva’s dark mean girl’s henchman past come back to haunt her... fuck her up

FWB/EWB: realistically the only commitment she could make 

ONE NIGHT STANDS/HOOKUPS: wink wonk. 

PEOPLE SHE MET ON HER TRAVELS: she may have dkjdk messed with them or fucked them over in the past, or they might know her by a different name because she lied to them and told them she was arabella finch a competitive gymnast from dubai, but we can deal with that. 

BAD INFLUENCES: someone who eggs her on when she’s getting Wildt. or someone SHE eggs on when they’re getting Wildt.

GOOD INFLUENCE: someone who naeva gives unsolicited advice to who actually takes it? and is better for it? wild. or someone who’s trying to help her be better would also be wild. 

EX-FRIENDS: naeva has a particularly hard time trusting friendships since eva, so she definitely would have been the one to self sabotage this.

SOMEONE SHE TAKES CARE OF: honestly they might hate it. or it might be useful. naeva, honestly, probably isn’t doing it for them, she’s the girl who tends to be in the bathroom holding stangers hair you know. 

PARTY FRIENDS: this honestly also suits naeva tbh, but someone she only gets along with drunk or who parties with her would be Ace friends 

anything and everything else folks. my brain is unfortunately Fried, but i am coming around to love on you all and plot now i promise <3

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

first part (𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬)

plot: the night, when everything changes —but the road is still long for max. word count: 4.515k (so that's what is took so long hehe) warnings: victoria is the best sister ever, swear words, max worrying too much, depeche mode song references, small steamy part (it's reall short tho), if i let out something, let me know uwu

i hope you'll love it >3<

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max was glad that they had two weeks to the next grand prix,

yet, he never, ever felt so alone in his life like now.

he was never alone for a single minute of his life; being a formula-1 driver made a whole group to jump around him constantly, interviewers, his friends and his family were even almost in a reach out —and when y/n came to the team, they talked for a year before she got into formula-1. max and y/n knew each other, making a good friendship inside and out of the team, y/n could spice up things in the team videos, but like, in a non-sexual way —maybe that's why max's fans didn't want to slice her throat immediately every time when a video came out. the team loved y/n, she not only just filled the emptiness after daniel so quickly, but she added something —something he couldn't name, something that just existed. it was a feeling what he felt like he had a sixth sense, but instead of fear or some concern, he felt complete, he felt that somehow, everything's gonna be alright.

y/n was the red bull's sixth sense, and his best friend.

until now, because max didn't know how y/n is. they didn't interact in two weeks, but what was really, really near is an awarding ceremony, where christian and his two driver is invited —which means, there's no sedation for the youn driver, for neither young driver. when max got the news late at night, coming home from a head-out with the boys before he headed back to netherlands, his home —charles left out, and he couldn't blame him. he wanted the ferrari driver to talk with y/n, but it was miserable, how he asked a third person to intervene into their thing... not to mention that they were best friends, best friends, for hell's sake! what a dick move would it be, and he perfectly knew that not only he could be dissappointed in himself, but y/n too. and y/n didn't do anything, it was him. so, getting the news, he wanted to text her, but then he saw the last message he got from her.

y/n y/l/n — may 22, sunday of course i'm gonna be by your side! we're best friends, have you forgot, maxie?

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

it was one and a half week ago —he felt himself the shittiest friend ever. dropping the phone into the other corner of the bed, he pulled the covers on his head, huffing. why did he say those things? why he couldn't just shut up, and keep everything to himself like every other time? he wasn't an open man, he didn't like the flashlight, he didn't like to see the stuff he said in the media, on instagram profiles and digital news —he shared his personal things, the things he cherished with the ones who where close to him... with his family, his friends, y/n, his... his y/n. y/n never bragged to anyone, he knew his secrets are safe if he said them to her, he saw it in her eyes the understanding when he told her about his insecureness with his father, with his career, with all the massive stress, and he could see it in y/n's eyes, that nobody who is unwarranted in this case will hear about his worries —y/n's eyes talked; she told him that he can trust her, only with her eyes. but now, those yes were far away from him, and he didn't know he can look into those eyes without shame. and best friends? what best friends now? y/n wasn't a dramatic person, but he would totally understand if charles became her best friend, or literally, anyone else instead of him —in his head, he even imagined how he recommends anybody else for the place 'best friend', stepping down from the 'podium' —was that idiocy? of course.

did max feel himself alone? of course.

turning to his side, he sighed. it wasn't good without her. out of a sudden, his door flinged open, he catched up his head on the action.

"are you awake, you big dumbass?"

max covered up himself, even though he wasn't naked, and wasn't even doing sinful or pervert things —but if he wanted to be honest, he was young, many times horny like an ordinary man, and he wasn't in a relationship for a reason (his relationship with y/n wasn't on the level what he wanted with her, but that was for another day), and now, he couldn't even deny that those things involved y/n in his imagination —yes, max wasn't a saint, and he felt bad when he looked into y/n's eyes... but it was too good to stop it. the images about her body haunted him, they often saw each other half naked, and picturing her in positions excited him. laying beside him, in his arms, stroking his waist with her heels as her legs caged him closer to her, holding one of his hands with her small, pretty one as she looked into his eyes, his other hand and his hips helping hers to move faster and deeper, it was only him who could hear how good she felt —he wasn't with a girl like y/n ever, because there weren't girls who comapred to her, but max was sure that she must feel incredible, if not less, heavenly.

"are you awake, huh?"

it was his sister, victoria. she came back to her parents since she wanted them to spend a little time with their grandchild, who was now with her husband,

"what the fuck are doing in here? and if i'm naked, then what?" he freaked out, only to have his sister rolling her eyes.

"we're not your silly fangirls, max, we don't scream, tear up and pass out if you come out without shirt." she bragged, she always had something to respond with. max layed back on the bed, running his hand through his hair.

"okay, then what do you want?"

"i want to know what's between you and y/n."

when max sat up again, and tried to send her to somewhere else, he realized his sister wants to help him —and maybe, now he needed some serious help. sighing, max looked everywhere but in his sister's eyes. he wanted to say how neglected, how shit he felt, how he wanted to make that night over and over again to not to say those things, or how he could prevent the accident... how he wanted to talk to her again, how he felt the same, strong regret and bitter taste in his mouth, under his tongue after he drove away to the airport... how cut away he felt from everything, because for him, things were complete when she was there, with him. that's why he knew he's gonna feel alone on the top of the podium, without her hug, without her reassuring touch and bright, curling dimples in the corner of her smile, that's why he fought nico, not because he is crazy, but because he was worried, so worried that something serious happened —and from that moment, y/n wouldn't be the same again, which wasn't a problem, beacuse he liked, loved her either way, but this silly mistake was enough to bring the lion out from him because of her...

but max only said this in his mind to his sister. he kept it to himself —y/n wasn't here to understand him like no one did.

"it's nothing."

victoria huffed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. she looked at him, with a little, faint shine of worry in her eyes —she knew that max and y/n are best friends, and trusting his maternal, sister and woman senses, she maybe guessed that max felt something more. she never said it, and for max, this was completely okay.

"listen, max, i'm not going to read the riot to you, not even playing the moral high ground, but talking to you, as a woman to a man, or as a sister to a brother, i see that something isn't alright. and, not because i saw your outburst, i know how you are, but seeing that you don't have the spirit to do anything, not bringing here y/n when there's a quite long break between two race, even a winning award, where the two of you go together... it's not like the two of yu act, and since i don't want to be the gossiping one, and i am not involved in this, but i'm truly worried about you, please, just tell me what's going on."

that was longer than he expected, he couldn't blame her —dragging around himself, groaning and being silent wasn't his form. at least it wasn't his mom, or even worse, his dad, jos who came to talk to him —his dad may just make things more terrible, they never talked about his love life, especially not with y/n, and maybe he didn't even want him to gain more feelings towards her than a friendship. but where should he begin? and what should he say, what's the point in this fucked up situation? sighing, max sat up, leaning his back on the head of his bed, fiddling with his fingers.

"can i be direct and honest?"

his sister's eye softened while she nodded.

"you're always direct and honest, maxie. just tell me."

max huffed.

"i think i'm in love with her."

his sister tried to hide her thoughts —he could read from her face what she often did in their younger years, that 'she always knew it', and 'he just doesn't admit to himself'. but now, victoria was silent, because that was max's most top secret. max was like a time bomb when it came to his heart's stuff —nobody never knew, or even could guess when he explodes or shuts down about them, even max didn't know where were the boundaries of his stuff.

"do you think so?"

max shook his head, leaving her confused for a moment.

"no, i know i am. i realized it like, two or three days ago? yeah... i always felt beside y/n something vibrant, or, when you just want to be closer to the other. but i refused to tell her, because i don't want to be out from her life..."

sometimes max thought very low about himself, when it came to y/n, the choking, lung-pressing feeling multiplied —seeing her living the time of her life with other guys, even if they were just her friends, or even charles, other celebrities who just came up her because she was pretty, famous or rich —made himself think when she always went back to max and his group, but mainly him, 'who i am to those guys? how is she still staying by my side, when they're much more funny, handsome and can express their feelings for her?'. everytime he thought about teeling his feelings to her, he already watched the whole scene unfolding: seeing her drawing off from him, searching for a much more handsome, much more funny and much more sensitive guy, who can give her everything.

"...but when daniel just told those things, about her, i felt like i need to stand up for her, i couldn't hear any longer how they tease her just because she had a bad day, or for just who she is. and they never pay attention to her success, her achievements, they only bring her up if she blasts something, even if it's not her fault. you know, the feeling when something suffocates you?" victoria nodded, made him to continue. "on that night, i felt that i need to free myself from that feeling. that's why i said those things."

"and why didn't you tell her before you freaked out? not to say bad, but you looked like a mad man, a really mad man. except me."

"what do you mean by 'except you'?"

victoria gave him the smile, that 'i am your sister and i know everything about you, you silly dumbass'-smile, but he couldn't blame her —at some point, when he said things to y/n or did things to her that crossed the line of their friendship into something more, he sweared to himself to never do it again —otherwise, she would find out.

"i mean, that i saw how you act with her. sure, you treat people you only like with kindness, but when she slept once, or twice here, you always looked after her reactions, trying to make everything perfect, keeping us away from her... but i can get it, our family has a reputation, so i don't blame you." she giggled, easing max's worry. "and why don't you tell to her how you feel? after this, i'm sure she doesn't know what to say, or do. you fucked it up, but it doesn't mean that you lost everything. you have the chance to say the first word after this, and i know you can make it right."

max sighed.

"can't i wait for the awarding thing?"

victoria scrunched her nose, shaking her head.

"with that, you communicate that you don't care about the whole situation. girls are shy when it comes to things like this, but knowing her, y/n wouldn't turn you down if you wanted to talk. just be calm, and everything will be fine, oh, and the most important thing!"

"what, what's the most important thing?" max was thankful to his sister, without her, he would procrastinate until the night they met again, messing things up more and more.

"to be yourself. to be direct and honest."

after this and a couple more of minutes, victoria exited the room, closing the door when she got a phone call from her husband —max reached for his phone, calming down his racing heart, trying to get out something sensible from his still messed up thoughts.

maxie super max!! >3< (the name was obviously set by y/n) hey, could we talk on the award night?

it wasn't the best, but he trusted his luck —and that y/n doesn't thinks he's crazy, or in love with her, before he could tell him personally.

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥? 𝘰𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

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the night came faster than he thought.

poking his necktie, smoothing the black suit for the hundredth time, max felt his heart's gonna break out from his chest. glancing to his phone constantly, trying to think about how he's gonna make the whole conversation with success —in the days, he discovered that talking about his feelings is thousand times more complicated than winning a grand prix or a world championship. he even wrote down things he wanted to say, but every piece of paper, every note in his phone got into the bin in a matter of minutes or hours; reading it back again and again, every word, every sentence seemed pathetic and finicking, like he studied his loquence like a good student.

"max, are you ready?" tom, his personal trainer peeked into the room, finding him in fron of the mirror. "usually, you don't spend so much time in fron of the mirror, mate. is something the matter?"

is confessing our feeling to our best friend, and telling them how we felt through years, how we find them the most wonderful, most perfect person in the world and how we can't say a word about how we feel because we are too shy and miserable when it comes to our feelings can be 'something'? because if yes, then yeah, something is the matter.

"no, it's nothing, tom, it's alrigth." but don't forget if we are the best at hiding our feelings, then nobody never will found out what we're into.

"okay, 'cause the cab is here."

standing at the entrance of the building of the ceremony, beside the shiny road of big, fancy cars that brought more and more famous people, max stated a fact, that the awarding ceremony was one of a hell for the peaceful conversation max wanted with y/n. and yet, he didn't even met her —god, she's gonna be breathtaking, isn't she?

"is y/n here already?"

"no, rowan and she is late for five minutes. you know, women..." max swallowed, remembering everything on that ominous grand prix.

"yeah, women..."

"as long as we wait, we should walk to christian. y/n as rowan's gonna go there too if they're here."

max followed tom; this night is gonna be long. trying to talk to some of other sportsmen, he heard a couple of gasps, and mutters.

"oh my god, is that y/n, the first woman formula-1 driver in the world?"

"yeah, she is!"

"she's so gorgeous, did you look at her dress and her makeup?"

"she's like a godddess!"

"no, she looks like a queen or a fairy... so beautiful."

max was scared to turn —he didn't want to fall in love her again and again, but tom tapped his shoulder.

"i think the wait is worth it."

yes, it really was —and he fell in love again.

getting out of the car, he wanted to be the one who helps her by holding gently her hand, not to mention what a sight was too see y/n... the flowy, ankle-length dress' little gems glowed in the flashlights, the see-through layer on top of the pearl-white silk dress twirled around her thin form as she looked around, giving the perfect sights of her appearence —her skin was clear, the black, thick mid-heels (victoria could call them mary janes or something) made her ankles and legs look more pretty, the thin straps of the dress showed her collarbones and lean arms, her clear makeup were the cherry on the top —y/n's stylist wanted her to be innocent, not like a virgin, but like clean sheets on the bed tat didn't know the previous story of the bed they got made up to. her silky hair flowed after her with every move of her head, she and her stylist let it down, not a strap, not a hairband, even a clip, nothing. y/n's hair was perfect —she was heavenly, she was so pure.

max felt it again, the feeling of falling in love —getting numb in his arms, his legs, yet his heart turned into a godspeed mode, getting his mouth and mind dry.

"hey, guys", rowan said from her side, y/n coming after him, waved a little bit.

"hello, tom. hi, maxie."

maxie —maybe she forgot his riot. maybe there's still hope.

"good evening, y/n."

they spoke like familiars, not like best friends —he got to act fast, before the chance slips away. standing beside her to go to the cameramen, the photoshoots of the media, judging by the glances of others, y/n and him looked really good —maybe together too.

"are you nervous?" y/n asked, glancing up to max. even if she was a little taller given by the heels, the height difference was significant between them —anothe thing he and the fans adored, who screamed when they saw the drivers together.

"a little bit, and you?"

"i just want it to be over", y/n said, while she clinged with her slender, tender arm to one of his strong, suited one, like she wanted to seek comfort from him. max's hand shook as he stroked y/n's arms, please don't let this move to be a confessing one, he prayed in himself. she whispered something to him before they step out into the flashlights. "i want to hear what you want to say. i have to say something too."

𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭

in front of the cameras, max wished they taked way before the ceremony —if all his dreams came true by now, he wouldjus wrap his arms around her smelling her hair while easing his uncomfiness, and the media would forget everything by now. or, the other and fatal way of the outcomes, they would just separate after the pictures —his own doubts killed him inside, while y/n looked so peaceful beside him.

after the photoshoot and the whole procedure, the party began —instead of drinking and forgetting the weeks' actions, max decided it was time to clarify things. searching for y/n, rwan said him she went to the toilet, he just messaged her to come to the balcony where they could be a little bit alone, beside everybody who where too drunk or smoked to realize the serious things he wanted to tell her. walking outside, he took a glass of champagne; he knew he's going to need it.

waiting outside, every opening and closing door got his breath hitch in his throat, searching or the right words, but when he saw y/n, somehow he got collected —y/n smiled at him, and she was still glowing, still perfect.

"hey, maxie. sorry for the wait, the line in the women restroom was fuking long, i supposed to be going out under the ceremony, but it was just good to... to be in your presence, again. fuck, sorry that i tell you this, it's awkward."

max shook his head, but the beating in his thorat almost got out every word he waited to reveal.

"it's fine, ceremonies are shitty, but that's why i wanted to talk with you. about... about us."

y/n's smile didn't falter, she was tipsy for sure, stepping beside him, letting their arms touch, leaning onto the barrier. "that message was so strange from you, max. i got scared for the first time for real in many years in our friendship. when i read that you want to talk, i thought... i don't know what i thought, but no good things came to my mind." she bragged, max noticed the unertainty in her eyes despite her smile. it was his turn to talk.

"i know i had to write more, or call you, but i wasn't able to. i couldn't find the right words."

"you don't have to say the right words. i know you, i know what you mean and what you don't, we're best friends, fuck, maxie... you scared me when you said nothing, because i felt you say nothing because you don't want to."

his heart was heavy —he felt like he's gonna cry, but he didn't know why. y/n stated facts, but on the other hands, she thought he doesn't want her —he never wanted her think this.

"i'm sorry, y/n. i just... fuck, why is this so hard? you're so cool, so pretty, you help me even if you're not aware of it, you're perfect, y/n. you're perfect for me, and when i lashed out, i was scared that you know that i feel towards you. and if you know it, you're not gonna stay by my side."

y/n grew concerned.

"why do you think that i'm not gonna be by your side, maxie?"

max groaned, wiping his face, fingers running through his hair. his body was heavy, he felt so tired, he couldn' carry the weight any longer —it was time for it.

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

"can i be direct and honest?"

the girl beside him nodded.

"just tell me what's worrying you, max."

"it's because i fucking love you, i'm in love with you. i don't know how long, i don't know how, but that's it. i see how perfect you are, how you grow more powerful, more confident every day, y/n, how you glow not just on the races but when we're together. i'm scared if you gonna outgrow me, and that you'll find someone who you think is gonna love you better than me, how you will find someone more handsome, more better than words, more... more better for you." he didn't even notice the tear his eyes let out. "i know i'm miserable now, but that's the only way how i can directly say i love you. and i don't want you to let me go, but i can't do anything."

y/n stood still for a couple of minutes, looking deeply into his eyes.

"i'm sorry i let you fee this for so long, maxie. but i can understand why you felt that way, because..."

the pause was so long —because i found someone, because i only think about you as a friend, because i knew you feel this way, i just wanted to give you fake hope, because you really are miserable, because...

"...i couldn't express how i love you neither."

max's glance shot up, right into her eyes —they were honest as always. was this a dream?

"i think i see you how you see me. i am worried for you, i want to go back to the times when i met you, sometimes i wish i could perform better in front of you, just to be sure i still interest you, but then i know i couldn't keep up my mask with you, if we're together like, in ninety percent of time. and in the last couple of days, i was scared that you want to talk to me because you got enough of me, or you found someone, someone who's not me."

"'i could never find anybody who's not you, y/n."

max whispered, brushing her shoulder —it was agonizing what they triggered out from the other. their outsides was like cages, and the insides anted to break out from the beginning, like smoke and spirits wo wanted to intertwine, to be bound together.

"me neither, maxie. i think i'm in love with you, since i knew the little boy in the red bull academy."

everything was so silent, and the ceremony long forgotten —or max, it was just him and y/n. it was always just y/n, his y/n.

"can i kiss you how i always wanted?" he croaked out, brushing his nose against hers as she cut up his lower lip with hers,

"if you don't, i'm gonna cry, maxie."

that kiss was more than anything —years of waiting, years of yearning for each other, years of unconditional love, years of hope and tears, years of sleepless nights and euphoric stands on the podium, thousand of doubts, but in the end, it was just pure love —y/n's lips were salvation, the only one that assuaged his hunger, his soul.

breaking the kiss, hugging her stronger than ever, touching the soft, naked skin on her back with his hands, he never wanted anything more than this —and now, it was in his hands.

"i don't care what you say if you kiss me like this. i know you. now i know everything." y/n said, kissing his jaw, laying her head on his chest, turning to the city lights that shined under them. max turned to the sight too, like he owned the whole world, concepts, sentences and silly words long forgotten.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,

𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.

taglist: @chiogarza @how-am-i-serpose-to-know @smiithys @sharmaine25 (hope i didn't left out anybody)

[transmasc-wizard]

autism? autism! me too!!! wanna rant about your special interests? go for it!

hello fellow autistic individual

be warned im about to talk a FUCK TON, specifically about the raven cycle. this post will very much need a "readmore" to keep it from clogging dashes

ANYWAY

the raven cycle is a YA urban fantasy quartet by maggie stiefvater published between 2012 and 2016, which also has a spinoff series "the dreamer trilogy" but ive only read the first Dreamer so far; i have a signed copy of the 2nd and am mildly worried ill ruin it. i first read TRC last year in july and am actually currently doing my 3rd read (via audiobook this time). So what is it about, you ask??? WELL

TRC stars 5 teenagers--Adam Parish, Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey, Blue Sargent, and Noah Czerny. the boys meet blue at a restaurant and somehow drag her into their "quest"--find the body of Owen Glendower in the hills of virginia and wake him up. They want to do this because when gansey was 10 he died via wasp stings and was brought back to life with the voice of glendower talking to him and now he's OBSESSED with finding glendower. Along the way we find out Blue is gonna kill her true love, and that guy probably is gansey (who only has a year to live).

u may be thinking, 'alright, cool plot, but why special interest-worthy?" and i shall gently yell BECAUSE ITS THE BEST WRITING AND CHARACTERIZATION IVE EVER COME ACROSS

Maggie stiefvater knows how to make the best characters, like, ever, because she doesnt do the typical YA thing of "oh uwu here are their flaws: theyre too nice, too sweet, too naive". she's got shit like "purposely failing school" & "stupid about money and insensitive to friends about it" and "refuses to ask for help" and "drinks to cope", y'know, things that are actually flaws to overcome.

they've also all got amazing little traits just-to-them; blue really likes trees, layers her clothing, loves yogurt, is the only non-psychic in a family of them, & shreds her shirts to make them look more interesting. Ronan races cars, knows how to farm, LOVES his little pet bird (named Chainsaw btw), and grapples with being religious (catholic) vs being gay. Noah is quiet and "smudgy" and doesn't eat enough (because he doesnt. actually. have a stomach or like an actual brain really thats another thing tho). Gansey loves his journal and is terrified of wasps and eats avacado on his pizza and is really good at finding things. Adam wears a coca-cola shirt and is super focused around money (bc he Has None) and lives above a church and helps ronan do stupid shit. like, this is the stuff i thought of within 30 seconds for each character, and most of that alone is in the 1st book. like, it gets even more thorough as it goes on.

and the WRITING. i know exactly what the inside of gansey's car looks like and it wasnt boring to learn that. like, i still remember that stiefvater described that there's CDs in the backseat and beef jerky thats long expired and too many receipts. I remember 300 fox way (blue's house) doesnt have a single man living there and that there's a sewing-phone-cat room. I remember monmouth (gansey's house) was a factory but it's unknown what it produced but there's scorch marks on the walls and really high ceilings. I know blue adores the stars and trees and i know persephone (blue's mother's friend) listens to angry PHD music. Like, this was all peppered in casually but written in such a gripping way that its lodged in my brain. i was never once bored reading TRC, and ive gotten bored reading almost every other book, even the ones i love.

and the MAGIC is so cool, there's psychics and trees that speak (but only in latin!) and dragons made of fire that came out of people's heads and demon bugs and weird sticky stuff that tears apart the world. it's not all explained, and i love that, because it's explained enough that i'm satisfied but i don't somehow know more than all the characters combined.

... anyway i realize ive practically written an essay, and also i have to do my nano shit now cause theres not a ton of hours left in the day, but!!! soul is doing the smiley emote!! because raven cycle!!

anyway everyone should read it, it's very very cool

(also i will be posting my Autistic Gansey Theory at some point)

good day to all

[thejudgingtrash]

can we pleeeease talk about how rushed the whole Nico and Will relationship was? They talked for 2 minutes, don't see each other forever and boom they're together. Like ??? When did that happen? Certainly not in the books? (okay I haven't read the books in ages, but it felt so forced and extremely rushed or is it just me? I'm queer myself so I'm all for LGBTQ+ representation, but that's not it)

Alright let’s tackle this! Sorry for answering so late, I always answer asks that will be longer super late ^^ anyway. I’ve sorta received this ask twice but the other one has more focused on Nico with a little bit Solangelo on the side so I’ll just fully tackle the Solangelo side on this one.

I have three simple issues with Solangelo.

Age

Substance

Fandom

Alright. Let’s start off with the first point or problem. Age. Or rather time. As in timeline. Because we all know that Rick Riordan basically spins a wheel whenever it comes to his timeline and I won’t go fully into the maths because I’m terrible at it and I’m not in the mood for embarrassing myself in that metier. Anyway, let’s proceed. My question is: what is their canonical age? The one from Will and the one from Nico?

I’ve caught glimpse in a group convo at the fact that Will was supposed to be 18 actually if you pay close attention to pjo? And I mean Nico is like 15 or something? Which is also sorta wrong? Because Riordan made him younger than Hazel who was 14 in the Herpes of Olympus saga. 14 and 18 is a fuck no from me, son. I guess Riordan forgot that HOO essentially took place in two days or something.

Riordan aging his characters down or rather refusing to let them age (looking at you, Percy and Annabeth!) because it doesn't convenience him isn’t something new. So, should they be mathematically speaking have that much of an age gap, yeah. That is problematic. That’s Frazel level kinda problematic. Even worse. I know that people are more inclined to look past age gaps in same-sex relationships but I always wondered why? There’s still a disproportionate level of maturity + a mighty power imbalance. So yeah. Watch out for that. Also they’re kids. So there’s no need in tying the knot and popping expensive champagne for their wedding just yet.

I mean I don’t have a problem with the time traveling aspect as in Nico still being mentally and physically a kid/teen. A little odd, sure. It’s not like Nico and Will are Edward and Bella and Nico’s goth ass is mentally aging along and stalking Will’s sorry self. It’s still weird because it’s so unbelievable? Nico is barely struggling finding his way into the modern world, chills at Hades and calls it a day? Now that’s something I have an issue with. I need more struggle. I need more vocab mix-ups. Nico’s brain exploding at the modern world. The difference between the 1940s and the late 2000s is massive. That isn’t just oh, weird little haircuts and why are women wearing pants, it would be not being able to comprehend things and questioning every new little object. Will could’ve been an amazing support character for such an arch, buuuut I’m deviating from my actual point. The timeline/age-line in the Riordanverse is for sure more on the concerning part for all new characters + OG side characters.

Second point. Substance. The thing you’ve touched in your ask.

How and when did Nico and Will become a thing? My memory is terrible and I’m too lazy to browse the wiki. The only thing I remember was Will being a nagging bitch in Blood of Olympus after Nico essentially said “I've got to move on and be who I am, I just don't belong here, I hope you understand, we might find a place in this world someday, but at least for now... I gotta go my own way...” to Percy who just went ??? That marked the beginning for this ship. Basically. I think. Well... I said before in my Percabeth ship roast (more like ship analysis, I have to redo that, that was way too mild and unfunny, omfg): most of the romance is in your head because there’s barely anything romantic in Riordan’s books to begin with (which we all should actually be thankful for!). This applies to essentially every goddamn ship in this series but especially Solangelo. Holy fuck. Y’all are pulling out the wildest stuff out of your ass based on... what exactly? I mean props for creativity!

It is abundantly clear to me at least, that Riordan didn't write Nico with the intention of being gay. There was no real indication in the Percy Jackson series (and I refuse to believe that he was this sort of mastermind, that plotted about doing all of this behind Disney’s back to get the gays and latinos in. There’s a market for everything and diversity was a coming trend in the 2010s).

One could say: Hey! Isn’t it great that Nico wasn’t labeled as being gay? It normalizes homosexuality and makes sure that the lgbtq+ community isn’t something abstract but rather folk like me and you. And to that I’d say yes, I mostly agree if the follow-up arch is believable and plausible. Which it isn’t in my opinion. We jump from the Heroes of Olympus saga to The Trials of (Mo)Lester I mean Apollo and we’re having this HUGE jump? From barely knowing each other to being soulmates, sitting next to each other, hanging out, going on in their business, having the picket white fence, two kids, three dogs, living in a gentrified neighborhood and baking cherry pie on Sundays? HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN?! That is incredibly rushed. 

Aren’t...you shippers....Mad? That’s so cheap? I’d say so? Wouldn’t you like to have more pre-existing relationship and plausible development? With Percabeth you at least have a five book long progression, Solangelo is Riordan basically taking a dump on your plate and forcing you to eat it. And no, Riordan teasing the last Apollo doesn’t count.

Additionally, wouldn’t it be way better to still have a character say “Yeah, I’m gay. Pass me that salt, will ya?” without it being gimmicky or a foil or something for woke points? Just showing kids: “Hey, if you think this is a label that suits you, it’s fine! It’s perfect even! No worries!” (Also, the “coming out scene” with Jason and Cupid wasn't it, my loves. That was horrifying and insulting imo).

I mean. Show and tell are powerful tools in narration and telling more than often resolves unnecessary conflict/dialogue. And whereas season one from Percy Jackson had barely anything in that direction with Nico’s identity, season two didn’t make it any better. And season three is a complete cluster fuck.

Yeah. For me, the ship is super rushed.

Final point. The fandom.

I have to inter-subjectively state that Solangelo shippers are fucking crazy. I know Percabeth shippers (including me, helloooo) and especially the Annabeth stans for some odd reason are insane, but Solangelo shippers take the fucking cake and then some. There’s already a disconnect between the age groups in the fandom and it’s clear that more of the older teens and adults center around the Percy Jackson story and some in the Heroes of Olympus sequel, but from what I’ve seen the Trials of Apollo fandom is super young and on a whole different level. Might be the reason why facing some criticisms seems harder, because the minute you open your mouth to say something about Solangelo, you have people attacking you left and right. Chill guys, it’s not that deep? And it’s definitely not a personal attack on you. After all, I don’t know who you are and tbh Idgaf. 

Talking about the lack of substance, fanon will automatically come in and fill the gaps. Which is fine and something we all do, but I really have to wonder about the levels of extremes that some take?

We all center around certain tropes and what not and while the trope and dynamic behind Solangelo isn’t particularly something for me, I really have to ask why people are behind it. Don’t get me wrong. My question is touching on more on M/M fetishization because I think that is mostly the driving force for some people rather than liking the actual ship? I see more people projecting things into Nico and Will and it’s really turning their characters into something they aren’t? Especially with Nico, who gets turned into this 5 ft. UwU punk princess which is hella strange???

All in all, I don’t have anything against the ship apart from it’s overrushed nature and Riordan’s wacky timeline. Do whatever you want with it (apart from fetishizing and sexualizing the ship), no one’s stopping you from liking it. But I do believe there are some things to look out for, especially in the fandom.

Take it easy, guys.

[velvetydream]

Protect me ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

a/n ; request by @cherry-bug ... I really had a tough time with comming up with a plot for this, so I hope you like it and that it turned out good! Uwu♡ Also I'm sorry that it took so long, but my mental health is at a pretty low point right now... I hope ya'll like it, even though I myself think it's pretty bad written...

Summary ; Shinsou always though you were the tough kind of girl and didn't need anyone to protect you. But as you were being bullied by some of the guys in your general studie class, you finally tell Shinsou you want to be protected.

Pairing ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

Word count ; 1159 words

Genre ; Fluff, Drama ➵ Wanrings ; Bullying

You admired Shinsou to the fullest, he was strong, had no fear and also wasn't bothered by the bullying he received from time to time.

Not like you, it really got to you when your classmates told you how useless you were, how you would never be a hero and the worst was when they would punch you merciless.

Shinsou always wondered how you got all these bruses, but since you two weren't that close, he though it was not his business to ask you about it and also, he saw you as a pretty tough person, so he though maybe you just were a bit clumsy and fell.

"Hitoshi, [Surename], please clean the room for today, then come to the sportsfield." Mr.Aizawa told both of you, making you nod and your bullys laugh.

"The two freaks together!" One of them laughs, as Aizawa already left the room, so they won't get in any trouble.

"S-Shut up.." You tell them, making the leader of them snicker.

"What do you want to do about it useless? Ask that villain to rescue you?" He laughs like a maniac, mocking both of you.

"Right now you guys are more villain than me.." Where Shinsous annoyed words, while he was cleaing the board.

"What did you just say?" One of the other guys, asked pissed.

"Are you deaf..? Y-You are the villains!" You tell them again, making the leader throw a punch at you and land it on your right cheek.

"That's it! How dare you hit someone innocent?!" Shinsou barks, looking furiously at the boys.

"Oh we-" The leader wanted to answer but he couldn't, because his eyes glossed over in white, signaling that he was being controled by Shinsou.

"Go to the teachers room and tell them what you just did." Shinsou says in a furious tone, making the leader walk out with his glossed eyes, the other boys running after him to get him to stop.

"Are you alright?" Shinsou asks with a pretty worried tone, walking over to you, to see if your cheek is alright.

"Yeah I think so.." You sigh, looking to the side, as Shinsou was inspecting your cheek.

"We should just get this done.." You mumble, walking to the front, so you can clean the rest, your back turned to Shinsou, that way you couldn't see his concerned expression.

From that day on, you don't really know why or how but, Shinsou was kind of around you almost all the time.

You never tried to talk to him, scared he would think of you as weak, because of the incident with theses bullys.

On the other hand, Shinsou started to watch over you, always brainwashing the guys when they got to close to him, cause of that ruthless behavior, Aizawa had to get him out of trouble quit a few times.

But the though, why you wouldn't do something about theses guys, was always on his mind, wondering why you let these people play around with you like that.

It was a friday, the second break, that means only two periods till this hell was over.

But of course, you couldn't enjoy your break, no.. these guys had to find you and be pissed to the maximum, after the last time Shinsou brainwashed them.

So what where you excactly doing right now? Running away from theses three, pissed guys, that where chasing you through the whole school, threatening you that they would finally get you.

You cursed youself when you felt yourseld run into a hard chest and fall to the ground, making the boys, who didn't look who the person was you run into, laugh.

"Are you alright?" You hear Shinsou soft voice, as he crouches down in front of you.

"Protect me.. Please Shinsou!" You finally tell him, falling against him, cause of your fear of these boys, laying your arms around his neck.

"It's alright.. I'll help you.." He softly tells you, standing up with your scared form and looking at the guys with a mad lock in his eyes.

"Seriously can't you idiots just fuck off? You're annoying as hell to deal with." Shinsou said with an annoyed face, having one of his arms around you, to give you the assurance that you are save.

"Then just leave and we can deal with that-" One of them wanted to answer, making Shinsou snicker and roll his eyes.

"You surely never learn, go to the teachers room and finally spill all the shit you ever did to Y/N." And immediately the leader walks away to the teachers room.

"Are you alright? I tried to look out for you these past weeks, but I guess it didn't work out that well.." Shinsou sighs, looking down at your smal frame.

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm always causing you trouble.." You whine, clinging on to Shinsou.

"You're not causing me trouble, these idiots are causing me trouble.." Shinsou tells you, running a hand through your hair.

He would've loved to tell you how he felt about you right now, but he had a feeling it was the wrong timing.

Present Mic was the one to get you two, so principal Nezu could talk with you two about this topic.

You explained everything, Shinsou was beside you the wholr time holding your hand. After explaining these boys were expelled from U.A.

You and Shinsou were getting closer to each other everyday and you were glad you could get closer to you hero, that would protect you from bad things.

After a few month Shinsou finally couldn't kerp his secret anymore and told you he loved you, you were so happy, since you aldo catched feelings for the purple haired boy in the last few month.

Now you two are together for three month now, no one ever bothered you again since Shinsou started to protect you and you are so glad to be able to call Shinsou your hero.

[Extended Ending]

"Hey Y/N-Chan!" Midoriya called out for you, as you were walking through thr halls of the stadium the second sports festival is held.

"Oh hey..!" You greet him, you meet Midoriya a few month ago and became great friends in that time.

"Isn't Shinsou with you?" He asks confused since you two were together almost all the time.

"Oh I was just on my way to him!" You tell him smiling brightly.

"Y/N.. is he bothering you?" Sounds Shinsous voice in the hallway, while footsteps are heard and how they make their way to you.

"N-No! Not at all!" You tell him, as Shinsou lays his arms protectively around you, looking at Midoriya.

One thing that also happened over these few month of dating was... that Shinsou got quit overprotective over you, you didn't really mind, if it wouldn't also be about your friends.

"Let's just go.. The others are probably waiting!" You tell both of them, with a nervous laugh, as Shinsou stares warningly at Midorya.

[cartooness]

‘I am NOT blushing, it’s just warm in here.’ For the masonder drabbles pls?

"Alright, Lav. You can do this, he's right there. Just go up to him and ask him out! Can't be that hard... right?"

Lavender was nervous beyond belief, she's never done anything like this before. But she's read enough books to know that to move the plot along, you've gotta go for it or you'll be screaming in frustration later.

Mason Adalbert. The one boy who could send her heart a flutter and turn her whole being to mush with a smile. He didn't seem like the kind of boy "girls like her" would go for; but she didn't give any fucks about that. He was cute as a button, smart, was super kind, and drank his respect women juice. Did she mention he was absolutely adorable?

She fixed her collar, adjusted her romper, and tousled her hair a bit. Here goes nothing.

"Mason."

He looked up from cleaning his glasses. "Yeah?"

fUCk he's cute, "Um. I was, um, hoping that. Um.", 'God I'm going nowhere, just cut to the chase.' she thought to herself. "Would you go out with me? Uh, please?"

He looked at her with a blank stare as he adjusted his glasses, "Me? Are. Are you sure?" 'Of course it's you!', she hastily thought.

"Yes, you. I'm sure of it. I um.. would really like to go out with you."

His cheeks flushed red and he gave a shy smile. "Yes. I'd love to. Where.... were ya thinking of going?"

Time for her plan! "Well, I was thinking of going to the roller rink tomorrow because it's Half Price Thursday. Plus, I've never been and I just thought it'd be fun... and yeah." God, she hoped she didn't look or sound too awkward.

"Ooh that does sound like fun, Lavender! What time were you thinking of-"

Ah, shit, Sheila's coming...

"Well, well, well, look at what we've got here! A goth wannabe prude asking out a boring little prude nerd. What a perfect pair, I'll bet-"

Lavender bared her claws, "Sheila Anderson get the fuck out of my face before I slice your damn neck off."she growled.

"Jeez bitch, calm down, I was just leaving", replied Sheila, annoyance and fear in her voice.

"Good." And with that, Lav went back to her business. "I'm so sorry Mason, I HATE when she talks to people like that, especially people I... like. Um, i was thinking around 5:30. Will that work for you?"

"Uhh yeah, that sounds good! Let me just, um, write it down really quick in my Little Tiny Journal for Various Things. ((Authors note, I actually have a notebook that says that on me at all times. XD))"

"Alrighty! It's a date! See ya then, bye! One of my dads should be here by now to, uh, pick me up haha."

He pulled her into a quick hug, "Bye Lav!"

...

She shouldn't have said a single thing. Lav had just come home to a small swarm of deadbeats, and not quite thinking, she spilled the beans about her upcoming date with Mason to them. But the thing about them is, they're like little kids; they'll repeat what they hear to anyone who'll listen. Excited about the news, they roamed around telling everyone in HQ that 'Lavender has a date with a boy tomorrow!' over and over again.

"Dang it, now I'll probably have to deal with- oh no he's pounding on my door."

"LAVENDER DEARIE, PLEASE LET ME IN, I HAVE TO KNOW ALL THE BITS AND DETAILS ABOUT YOUR DATE!! OH MY GODS, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR-"

"Calm down Decan, you're going to break down my door!! Come in, we'll talk, I promise."

She let him in and he immediately started asking his burning questions, "Who is it!? Who's the lucky lad!? I'm all ears!!" With a sigh, she prepared herself to answer his 300 questions. "Well, it's Mason,-"

"HAH!! I KNEW IT!! LEWIS, YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS!!" he exclaimed.

"Um. Alright then. Mason and I are going to the roller rink tomorrow at 5:30 for Half Price Thursday."

"Ooh! I have a couple of outfit ideas that will make him fall head over heels for you~" he replied, ready to plan.

"Fine. But I get to choose the shoes."

"Deal! Let's see what they are so I can plan accordingly!"

She phased through her walk in closet and pulled out her choice of shoes, recieving a slight grimace from Decan. "These ones. I insist."

Decan took a large inhale, "Darling, I  L O V E  you, but I'm starting to regret that deal... I just... can't quite DEAL with those shoes... but! I like a challenge, so let's see what I can do!"

The shoes in question were knee high tye dye Converse in the demi romantic and asexual flag colors, but the green and purple colors were neon; not the easiest thing to match, that's for sure.

What felt like AGES later, Decan found an outfit consisting of a shin length black dress with lavender lace trim on the bottom, completed with sheer tights. He looked as if he was in the nth dimension, proud to have accomplished an impossible seeming task. "I DID IT!!! FINALLY!!!"

"Yes you did! I feel cute uwu."

"Well, you ARE cute!" he replied, stating his facts.

"....fine. I'll let you have it this ONE time." she replied, a small blush on her face.

"Alrighty then! Let's go downstairs, everyone is a buzz with excitement about your first date~"

So downstairs they went, and about four seconds later E V E R Y O N E was shooting the same rapid fire question,

"LAV WHO ARE YOU GOING ON A DATE WITH?!?!"

With a sharp inhale, she spilled the tea, "I'm going on a date with Mason, he's the cutie I'm always talking about." 

"And YOU, LEWIS PEPPER, OWE ME TWENTY BUCKAROOS!! FORK IT OVER!!" bellowed Decan, thrilled to have predicted correctly for once.

A slight grumble was heard from the back of the living room, and an annoyed deadbeat swarmed over with a twenty dollar bill and put it in Decan's waiting hands, "thank you!!~"

Everyone shared their excitement for the girl, along with a bit of worry about what could happen, but Lavender assured them that Mason is a very kind person. Plus, if anything happens, she always has a way to get out of a situation; magic and her amazing combat skills.

...

The day had come, and Lav had just been dropped off at the roller rink. She began looking for Mason until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey! Looking for me?~" he announced, playful smirk on his face.

"Actually, yes. Sorry to keep you waiting, one of my dads took a bit longer than I thought doing my makeup... but hey! I'm not technically late, it's only 5:19." she replied.

"Oh please, you're worth the wait."

"What?"

"What?"

Both teens had a dusting of red on their faces, standing in an awkward silence.

"Umm, you look very nice! Love the shoes, must've taken ages to match haha." Mason chimed, nervously laughing.

"Aww, thank you. My Papa Decan almost gave in trying to find something, twas funny." she replied.

"Lav?"

"Yeah?"

"How. How many dads do you have, um, exactly? Are they polyamorous or, uh, something to that extent?" he asked, curious.

"Oh, that! No, they're not all poly, I'm adopted and a bunch of people have shared custody over me, so I basically have like, a dozen parents at this point pretty much. And all but two are men, so that's why I have a bunch of dads. Funny thing is, they're all in their mid-to-late twenties, so they're not quite on that 'dad age level' but I don't care. They all make bad jokes and are very caring so... yeah, haha. Don't tell anyone, but I'd totally do anything for them, all my caretakers. I love them a lot, and they all love me a lot, and I don't deserve them most of the time." she warmly replied, softly smiling to herself. Mason felt his cheeks warm up and his eyes were likely shining.

"Awww, that's so sweet! Also, you SO deserve each other! I like to think that things usually happen for some reason one way or another, and I think it's wonderful that they found you and that you all care for each other so much! Wh-why are you crying? Are you alright?"

She touched her face and realized 'yep those are mascara tears alright.'

"Oh, um, I'm okay. Sorry, I didn't even see I was crying. Um, let's, um, go inside, it's getting dark... or something. Haha." Lav replied, trying to move the date along.

"Oh, um, ok. Do you... want a hug?" he asked, trying to make her feel better.

"Yes please, I'd love that."

And with that, he pulled her into a warm hug, taking in each others warmth with a smile. 'She smells like warm apple pie... no wonder she's so wonderful...'

After what felt like An eternity, they departed and both were blushing messes.

"Um-"

"I am NOT blushing, it's just warm in here." snapped Lav, not sure what to do with these... warm,,, happy static feelings.

"Wait, you're  B L U S H I N G?? You look so cute though!" he replied back, smile in his eyes.

"Wha, uh, I-I do NOT!!",she sputtered, blushing deeper, "YOU'RE the cutie here! With your beautiful silver eyes, your soft caramel hair, and your breathtaking smile that I like so much! Not to mention, you're SUPER smart and nice and, and, GENUINE!! Do you know how many times literal DIRTBAGS have tried to flirt with me? They're always weird and gross and I do NOT like it, and I don't like how it's easily accepted for them to be all... X rated all the time!! Like, it may be cause I'm ace and repulsed by s*xual stuff, but still! Don't be gross, people!" she outburst, recieving some strange glances.

"*sigh*, I'm sorry Mason, let's go inside now, people are staring and I don't want them to do anything to you." she softly spoke, gently holding his back for him to follow her.

"...thank you. For, um, everything. It means a lot to me, stuff like that. Again, thank you so much.", he whispered, not sure what to say or do. "...am I making this, uh, awkward for you, Lavender? I'm really sorry if I am-"

"No, you're fine it's, uh, all good. Let's go get skates and such already, haha." she nervously replied, finally walking inside.

...

They were having a surprisingly good time, despite the shaky beginning. Both were doing laps around the rink, holding onto the perimeter every ten seconds due to fear of falling. But they got the hang of it, carefully skating around. They kept tapping hands, unsure of whether or not it was appropriate to join them together. Finally, Mason went in for the kill and took ahold of her hand. She felt a smile creep up her face, and held his hand back.

"Your hand fits nicely into mine, ya know." he smiled.

"Yeah. It does." she replied back, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, and him in return blushing like crazy. "Aww, you're so cute when you're blushing, Mason."

WELL THAT TOOK FOREVER LMAO. Sorry for the excessive length, it turned into a full on fic lol. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!!

Also Decan belongs to @thefearanddespair

EDIT: This is for the Villain!Lav AU, I forgot to mention it lol

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What were you thinking (raffle winner writing)

For @arlotg uwu they wanted a spinner angst/fluff fic uwu. Hope you enjoy darling!

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It was late. Midnight blue had held the sky captive to it's abyssal color. Tiny shimmers of light twinked above and the moon barely shines on the earth.

Twisted and shaped like a Cheshire cat grin. The autumn air was chilly, not unbearable however. Just gusts of cool air here and there.

Arlo was resting on a rundown rooftop in a bad part of town. Not really caring about the people below them and more so on the night sky.

They were waiting. As patiently as they could for a certain someone to join them on the rooftop like always.

As if on cue, there was a thud and silence. It pierced the air like a dagger and both pondered on what to say.

"So. You showed up this time" arlo's words were crisp, clear, and laced with venom. Not really meaning to be but they couldn't help it.

"Of course i did."

Hearing his voice made them shiver slightly as they looked over their shoulder they finally saw him.

He looked tired. Restless. Ready to give out yet still standing strong. His scales lightly shimmered in the light of the street lamps below and his hair was tossled slightly.

"I missed you."

A genuine smile lay on his features as the two locked eyes. Arlo sighed and fully turned to the villan.

"You've had every chance to come see me"

"Well work-"

"Just say the league. You don't 'work' in some cubicle you kill people and plot against heros."

Silence fell again. Both unsure of what to really say or do. It was hard dealing with spinner's occupation. It was hard to feel like his top priority when arlo knew that the league was.

"Right.."

It was awkward. What used to be wholesome meetups filled with comfort and laughs, was now a battleground of mixed emotions.

"Forget it, how was your day?" Arlo mumbled out and fidgeted with their fingers in their hoodie pocket. Trying to atleast push aside this upcoming conversation for another time.

"No, i won't forget it. Look i warned you from the beginning what i was, what i do. I told you not to get attached. I told you-"

"You act like this isn't your fault either! You fell in love with me too! You asked me to be yours! You were the one who said 'i love you' first!"

Spinner's eyes widened as he watched tears pool at the other's eyes. Unable to move and comfort them, although if he did he'd just be pushed away.

"You act like im some sort of leech that clung to you, like some burden you can't get rid of! Am i a chore to you shuichi?!"

More. More tears. More outcries. More truth.

More.

"All I've ever done for you is care! Unlike those others you parade around with who would gut you the second you slipped up!"

He knew it was true. He knew the others didn't really care about his health or well being. The cared about the objective.

"I've given you food, water, a place to sleep, medication,money, love, and support! I gave you everything I've ever owned and had no hesitation to it!"

Again more truth, arlo had given him everything he could have ever needed or asked for. Yet spinner seemed to never give them anything but more problems.

"Yet here we are! Standing on a damn rooftop and we're watching ourselves slip apart.." arlo's voice was soft now, crumbled from shouting. Crumbled from the truth.

"Arlo-"

"Don't talk to me. I wouldn't want to be a burden for you anymore. So just forget it."

With that, arlo moved finally. Past spinner and to the rusty old latter that allowed an exit to this all.

All spinner could do was stand there. His mind screaming for his body to move but it refused

-

Days had pass since that night. Spinner did just what was stated and kept quiet to arlo. Not wanting to bother them with anymore problems.

Yet somehow problems stirred even when he was gone.

Because that's just how the world works. Always trouble for someone to deal with.

-

"Alright I'm not gonna tell you again, hand over your money and valuables!"

Oh great, another wannabe criminal who steals with threats. Arlo sighed and looked to the man,

"I don't have any. So piss off would you?" Trying to scoot to one side of the alleyway, arlo just wanted to scoot past and let the guy go bother someone else.

"Don't move or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"

"Go ahead."

Two words that hung in the air heavily. The man was slightly shaking and still held the gun perfectly positioned to the others skull.

Click.

"I'm warning you-"

"You're stalling. A real criminal would just do it. If a real villan were here-"

BANG

-

"Good thing i was right?"

It happened in a flash. The gunshot went off and arlo's ears were ringing, but they didn't feel dead. No, arlo felt two hands quickly pushing their body out the way.

Looking up from the pavement, spinner was smiling wide. The man with the gun had been stabbed it looked like. However all arlo could notice was the gunshot wound in spinner's shoulder.

"That was close huh?" His voice was teetering from here to there and he finally stumbled down on the pavement too, clutching his shoulder and hissing.

Arlo slowly crawled to him and lightly touched his hand that was covering the wound. The feel of his tough scales was so inviting and familiar.

"You're hurt.."

"I'll live. Unlike you if i didn't intervene. What the hell were you thinking being so reckless with your words?"

"I thought..he was bluffing, I don't know. I felt like i had nothing else to loose.."

The both of them were quite now. The silence however didn't stop arlo from gently untying the mask spinner wore and moving his hand, snugly wrapping it around the wound.

The sigh that followed afterwards cut through the air and spinner turned to look the other in the eye,

"I'm sorry.."

"You're not the one that stormed off the roof that night shuichi-"

"No but i should have. I should have said you were right. I should have stopped you and said that i was sorry for being..well, for being me. You don't deserve a life like this, being ignored and having to take care of some sad sack of a villan."

"..yeah but i want to live life like this. I was to worry about you and take care of you. I want to desperately cling to you when you get home because you were in danger. I want to make you feel safe.."

The couple both smiled and took a moment to really reflect on what the other said. Both hearts running rapid like the two were in a highschool crush situation.

"I love you"

"I love you too. Now lets go clean that disgusting wound because all i smell is blood"

"Good idea im gettin' dizzy"

(Hey I'm not dead! Just really sick lol. Hopefully this is okay and yoy enjoy reading it!! Sorry it took so long!!))