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Our First Defeat

Chapter 1: You’ve Cut Me to the Bone

Uh, oh- guess what time it is? That’s right chicks, dicks, and everyone in betwix(t)....

It’s ‘another series that should’ve just been a straightforward one shot’ time!!!!

This is probably going to be at least a four parter, so buckle up buttercups.

Warnings: Smut, infidelity, oral, cum play, longing, ANGST, Lewis being a shitty husband to Katherine, run-on sentences, feels, probably OOC Nixy-poo, childhood f2l mention, mentions of prom sex so underage I guess(?), potty words, rich people parties, reader is tipsy when they boink but so is Nix and it’s pre-established desire so idk man

Special thanks to @sunsetmando for being my constant idea sounding board and cheerleader and to @liebgotttme and @mrsalwayswrite for their unfalteringly supportive praise despite my constant self-inflicted shit talking!

Title and chapter names will come from the first defeat by noah gundereson

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Say what you wanted to about Doris and Stan Nixon, but they sure threw one hell of a party.

Waiters in sharp suits, sparkling crystal glasses filled with golden champagne, marble floors polished to a near reflective shine- nothing but the very best for the engagement party for Mrs. Nixon’s baby boy.

If your heart hadn’t already become calloused from heartbreak, you probably would burst into tears.

You’d known the Nixons all of your life, and with Nixon being a year and a half your senior and his younger sister being three years your junior, the three of you had little choice to become anything other than close. Even when Lewis had grown old enough to get sick of girls and their games of dress up and make-believe, you and he still managed to get along.

You were both the oldest children in your families, and for a while you had also attended the same advanced reading course offered by your private elementary school’s librarian. Your shared love of books had bonded you nearly as much as your shared birth orders, and it wasn’t uncommon for your parents to find you both nose deep in one of your father’s large tomes of mythology.

It surprised no one that the two of you became close as you got older.

What did strike both of your families as odd was just how close you two stayed- especially when you both started attending your respective boy’s and girl’s boarding schools. You’d been each other’s penpals, school dance dates, and summer trip companions.

After your Junior prom, you’d lost your virginities to each other after polishing off two bottles of lethally strong port wine. Nixon, sex-drunk and just plain old drunk-drunk, had insisted that he’d done ‘other things’ with girls- that he wasn’t really a virgin but he’d yet to actually do the act.

As if he was worried that you’d make fun of him.

As if you’d think less of him for it.

Of course, things had changed once college came around.

He became busy with his studies, and you had thrown yourself into attaining your nursing credentials. He’d gotten a fair share of girlfriends and you’d had a few relationships of your own.

When your families would get together for holidays and birthdays, the two of you would inevitably sneak off and fuck until one of you decided that someone was going to notice your absences.

Then, after rejoining everyone else for an appropriately deemed amount of time, you’d rush off again to repeat the cycle. Sex with Lewis was everything you’d been told you shouldn't want- hard and desperate and just left of dirty but God did you love it. You loved the way your bodies fit together, the way his breath felt on your neck as he held onto you so tightly that you thought he might leave bruises. The way he kissed you as if he were drinking the air from your lungs, like he needed your lips in order to breathe, to live.

More than anything, you loved the ease that existed between you two- the way you both helped the other redress and how he would take your face in his hands and call you sweet things as he gave you languid kisses before giving you a wicked grin and guiding you both back to the party.

It wasn’t ideal, and more often than not you’d feel hollow again after a few days, but your trysts with Lew were the closest thing you had to a consistent relationship.

When Pearl Harbor happened, you’d made the decision to enlist as a field nurse. Nixon had begun to attend an Officer’s school, so you’d already started to resign yourself to the fact that this fling of yours could never be anything more than just that, a fling. Apparently he had, too.

You’d felt like you had been punched in the stomach when you heard about Katherine.

He hadn’t even told you that he was seriously seeing someone, let alone considering marrying anyone.

It had hurt more than you wanted to admit.

How you managed to keep a straight face when his mother proudly told you and your mother about the engagement, you’ll never know.

All you did know was that he’d made a choice, and it wasn’t you.

And you had to get over it.

Even so, it had still taken both your mother and your father to convince you to come to this party tonight. Your brother and sister had been allowed to stay home- they were still considered too young to attend such frivolous events.

Lucky bastards.

But you’d let your mother dress you in a velvet gown of indigo-violet decorated with rhinestones across the bodice and sleeves, allowed your younger sister to braid your hair in a halo around your head (despite your mother’s plea for you to wear it in a more fashionable and mature style) and even gotten a grumble of a compliment from your sulking teenage brother and greeted the Nixon’s with the same amount of warmth you always had.

If nothing else, finishing school had taught you well when it came to hiding your true feelings.

Katherine was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, her hair shiny and her skin perfect and her body curvy and tight in all the right places. Her sky blue dress draped across her form perfectly, as if it had been made for her.

Her hands were graceful and delicate- the perfect canvas for the huge diamond ring Nix had bestowed upon her.

To make matters worse? You liked her.

She was smart and well-spoken, with a habit of interrupting someone mid-sentence but that wasn’t enough to make you dislike her.

“Lew’s sung your praises for years,” Katherine had smiled smally after you’d introduced yourself to her. “it’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name….”

“It’s all lies, most likely,” you assured with a grin, a sudden realization hitting you. “Speaking of Little Lew—”

Katherine rolls her eyes and offers a conspiratory whisper.

“Pretty sure he’s stress smoking somewhere upstairs. I’ve been trying to get him to quit—”

You snort at that. “Then you are far braver than most, and you have my respect.”

You look over your shoulder, frowning as you took in the scene.

Turning back to Katherine, you give her a nod.

“I’ll hurry him along,” you murmur softly. “Drag him down by the ear if I’ve got to—”

“Consider my respect earned in kind, then.”

Sharing a smile, you politely excuse yourself and slip away up the stairs.

You had a feeling that you knew exactly where Nix was hiding.

The formal library was dark wood and warm leather, with deep seats and cigar smoke stained books that sat on shelves so high that even the tallest man needed to utilize the built-in ladder to reach the top.

As children, you and Lewis had spent countless hours reading of far-away lands and exotic adventures, darting back and forth between whatever book you’d decided on and the grand globe by the window to trace your fingers over countries neither of you would probably ever actually visit.

This room held your sweetest memories, as well as some of your racier ones.

Finding Lewis in here was only fitting.

He looked unbearably handsome- sat on the windowsill with the wind fluttering his hair across his forehead while the moon lit up his profile and made him look like some exquisite marble statue.

The cigarette between his lips reminded you of all the times he’d smoke after fucking you, the way he’d exhale the smoke into your parted lips before kissing you so deeply your toes would curl.

“I could get used to this,” he’d said, after one of your last trysts.

“What, smoking yourself to death in your dad’s library?”

He’d shot you a glare before attacking your neck with kisses that left you giggling from how they tickled your skin.

“No, Smartass,” Lewis said as he nudged your nose with his, a lazy smile clear on his face when he lifted his head away from you enough to meet your eyes. “This, with you. Not having to rush off before your mom comes looking for you. It’s nice….”

That felt like a lifetime ago.

“If you frown at the moon any longer,” you call out, smirking at the way he startles before realizing it’s just you. “You’re gonna get a wrinkle before all the wedding photos.”

He shoots you a look, shaking his head before turning to stub out the cigarette in the silver ashtray.

“Not even gonna lull me into a false sense of security before giving me shit, huh?”

With a practiced ease, he gently slides the window back into place and locks it, fanning the lingering wafts of smoke from around his face before turning to fully face you.

A familiar smile crosses his face that has you rolling your eyes.

“Well, I’ve gotta get all I can out of my system- now that you’ve gone and replaced me.”

With another withering look, Lew comes up and kisses your cheek before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and another around your waist to lower you into a dipped hug.

“Hey now,” he grumbles into the shell of your ear, his breath tickling your neck and causing you to shiver. “I think you’re underestimating your talents if you think anyone can fling smartass comments my way better than you- oh!”

Twisting you back up so you’re both standing, he pushes the door to the library closed to get to the bookshelf behind it.

With curiosity, you watch him pull a book from the shelf and present it to you with a flourish.

“A gift for you, my lady.”

Rolling your eyes, you take the book in your hands and peer at the cover.

You recognize the title immediately as a Poirot mystery, a grin breaking across your lips as you realize it’s one of your favorites- a collection of short stories featuring the Belgian detective and Captain Hastings.

As you open the book, you suck in a breath when you see the scrawl of Agatha Christie’s signature across the title page, and upon further inspection, you realize it’s a first edition.

“Holy shit, Lew…” you whisper, running your fingertip across the indents in the paper her heavy-handed scrawl. “Where’d this come from? How’d you know….?”

Looking up at Lewis again, you are slightly embarrassed by the amused expression on his face, deciding to look back down rather than acknowledge how clearly he was watching your reaction.

“Well,” he begins, stepping behind you to squeeze your shoulders. “It came from a bookshop, believe it or not—”

“Lewis—”

“And as for the how….Blanche told me in one of her letters.”

That gives you pause again- the reminder that you and he hadn’t written anything to each other in quite some time.

Clearing your throat, you set the book down on one of the desks and bring a hand up to rest over one of his. “That’s very…..thank you.”

You feel him press a quick peck to the crown on your head, something you were fine with until you left the pressure of his lips lingering there.

“I hope, uh…hoped you’d also take it as a sort of, er- peace offering, of sorts….”

You feel your shoulders tense at that. The blood in your veins suddenly feels cold and dead.

You’d hoped he wouldn’t do anything like this- wouldn’t bring any of this up.

“I’m sure I don't know what you’re talking about—”

“Yes you do.”

Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you turn around to face him.

“There’s nothing to offer peace for,” it’s taking more effort than you like to keep your voice even. “What you do with your life is none of my business.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you should’ve heard about it from me,” he says quietly, and as his breath fans across your face you can pick up the sweet bite of whiskey beneath the smell of cigarette smoke. “That was….I should’ve been the one to tell you—”

“I don’t see why you felt you had to.” You give him a tight smile, working hard to keep yourself from scowling. “It’s not like we made any promises to each other….which I thought was the whole appeal of me, if I’m being honest.”

Lewis brings his hands up to brush against your jaw, the unexpectedly soft touch making you shudder before you can stop yourself

“You’ve got to have known that I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N—”

“Don’t say that,” you hiss under your breath, biting the insides of your lip and shaking your head. “That’s unfair, you can’t do this- it’s wildly unfair to Katherine, it’s not fair to me—”

Lewis scoffed at that, a rueful smirk twisting his face as he let his eyes trail down your face.

“‘Unfair’....what’s unfair is asking me to go down there and pretend like everything’s hunky-dory when you’re here, looking like everything I’ve ever wanted in my goddamned life and expecting me to act like I wasn’t wishing you were on my arm instead—”

“Jesus Christ, Lewis, that’s enough—” you cross your arms across your chest as you step back out of his touch and turn to look at the wall of books. “What’s the matter with you? I’ve always known you could be an asshole, but this is cruel, even for you—”

“How am I being an asshole?” he snaps, taking your shoulders and turning you back to face him, his frown deep and imploring. “Because I’m being honest? Huh? ‘Cause I’m telling you the truth—?”

“Because you’re telling me the truth now!” you say venomously, letting your own face morph into a scowl. “Tonight, the fucking night where we’re all here to celebrate you and Katherine getting married! You can’t just expect me to not respect that—”

“What if I told you I didn’t even want to marry her—?”

“Lower your voice!”

You don’t realize how close you’ve gotten to each other until you accidentally scuff your toes against the side of his polished shoe, something that shocks you out of your anger like a cold splash of water.

His cheeks are rosy with both drink and frustration, and you’re pretty sure that your face is flushed as well. Closing your eyes, you sigh and hang your head.

“If you didn’t want this,” you say a bit more calmly. “Then why did you ask her in the first place?”

You startle slightly at the feeling of him taking your hand, opening your eyes to watch him bring it to his clean-shaven cheek and hold it there. His eyes look tired, sad almost.

“Because I’m being shipped out soon,” he sighs heavily, twisting his head enough to press a kiss to your palm as the air whooshes out of your lungs in a pained sigh. “Because it’s what’s expected of me.”

Meeting your hesitant gaze, he offers a sad little smile and a shrug.

“Because it couldn’t be you, I didn’t really care who it was—”

Quickly, you take back control of the hand he’s holding and put your fingertips gently over his lips, your throat feeling tight at the admission.

“Don’t,” you whisper shakily. “Don’t finish that sentence….”

Taking your hand again, he moves it away from his mouth.

“Why not?” he says back just as quietly, eyes scanning your face. “Am I being an asshole?”

You shake your head, chest tightening as you take in his confession. “You’re breaking my heart all over again.”

He nods, his jaw clenching as he studies you. “I keep doing that, don’t I?”

When you don’t show any sign of amusement at his comment, he encourages you to wrap an arm around his neck as he pulls you into another borderline inappropriate embrace. A hug that was better suited for two lovers rather than two friends grieving a future that was entirely hypothetical.

His lips press to the side of your throat, inhaling the smell of your skin deeply and slowly.

“I don’t mean to,” he whispers, splaying his large hand across the small of your back. “I really want you to know that.”

You stay silent, focusing all of your energy into not crying.

Even if he had asked you to marry him, you would’ve had to say no.

Married women were unwelcome in all branches of military nursing- and you had worked too hard to ever consider giving that dream up.

Not even for Lewis Nixon….although you probably would’ve thought about it harder.

“I sometimes wish we’d never kissed,” you say with emotion in your voice, letting him hold you even closer at your hushed admission. “I wish I didn’t care about you, then we wouldn’t have to be like this…”

“I don’t,” he mumbled against your skin. “I wouldn’t take any of this back- even if I could.”

You shake your head sadly as you bring your other arm around his shoulders to more fully embrace him.

“That’s because you’re a masochist almost as much as you are a sadist—”

He groans at that, taking his face from your neck to press his cheek against yours.

“I knew getting you those Freud books was a mistake….”

This time you allow yourself to sigh a laugh. “Only because they seem to hit the nail on the head when it comes to explaining why you are how you are.”

“An asshole?”

“Yeah, Lew.” you gently break free of his embrace and smooth your hands down the front of his tuxedo- straightening his bowtie on the way. “Now you’re getting it.”

He looks as if he’s going to say something else, but you force a smile on your face and shake your head.

“C’mon, Mr. Nixon,” you say with a nod. “Your public awaits you. Best not keep them waiting.”

“Y/N—” He calls as you turn on your heel and walk to open the door.

“I’ll see you down there, Lewis.”

With that admonishing reminder, you open the door and hurry to find the restroom in order to collect yourself.

Dinner was going to be hell.

Of course, Doris sat you beside where Lewis was seated in the middle of the table- Katherine on his left and you on his right.

“Surrounded by his favorite girls,” Mrs. Nixon had cooed, standing behind Lewis’s chair and squeezing his shoulders excitedly. “What a lucky man you are….”

They had only just served the soup and already you wanted to crawl out of your skin.

The only things that saved you were wine and the endless stream of one-sided conversation from Katherine’s young cousin Marcus, who sat to your right.

He couldn’t have been more than sixteen- eyes wide and battle-hungry as he prattled on about the training courses he planned on enrolling in so that he could go to Japan and take revenge for the lives lost during Pearl Harbor. It served as a good distraction from the feeling of Lew’s eyes on your profile, silently begging you to turn and look at him.

You didn’t give in.

Marcus’s heart was in the right place, and it wasn’t his fault that you were trying to drown your distress in the sea of white wine you were creating inside of your belly.

But you had the feeling that if you had to listen to any more talk of what his brother had told him about the Navy and how prestigious their ships were, you were going to smack your head against the table until you passed out.

The only person who seemed to pick up on your distress was Lewis, and right now you were pretty committed to ignoring his attempts of conversation- hoping that by doing so you were strong-arming him into actually talking to Katherine, who was being so charming and well mannered that you felt like you were suffocating.

As you brought your fourth glass of wine to your lips, Lew decided to speak rather than just look.

“Think maybe you should slow down, Y/N?” Lewis says it quietly enough that only you and Katherine can hear him, and when you turn to face him you catch the sight of the other woman suppressing a chuckle into her glass of sparkling water.

A drop of resentment stains your previously high regard for her- her slight amusement being amplified to condescension in your current bitter state.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, Little Lewie,” you say with a light slur in your voice- one that only those who truly knew you would be able to detect.

As a child, you’d had a slight speech impediment that you’d grown out of with proper training and practice. It was only when you were overly tired or when you drank that it slipped back into your speech.

You could feel that now, its presence heavy on your tongue.

“Just gettin’ it outta my system while I’ve still got the chance……”

When you're able to find his eyes with your own, you see the concern shining in them and suddenly feel like you want to cry.

You can’t help but think that this could’ve been yours- your engagement party, your future.

You’d say that the ring on Katherine’s finger could’ve been yours as well, but if you were being honest you found it too gaudy and flashy for your taste.

Lewis probably would’ve known that, too….would’ve chosen something significantly smaller and much more simple to present to you while down on one knee.

But he’s not mine, should’ve stopped thinking of him as mine a long time ago.

Without another word to him you slid your chair back from the table and stood, nodding appreciatively to the butler who instantly appeared to scoot the chair back into place.

Your mother, who was sitting closer to the door, gave you a worried look as you made to walk past her, silently asking if you were alright.

With a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, you gently placed your hand on her shoulder in false reassurement that you were just fine. You mouth the word ‘bathroom’, as you passed her and exited the dining room.

How you managed not to run up the staircase in search of somewhere you could let your mask of contentment fall away, you have no idea.

But you did. Your finishing school teachers would’ve been proud.

Rushing through the library you knew better than the back of your hand, you quickly found the small, slightly hidden room behind a sculpture that held all the wealth of paper and writing supplies.

The door barely shuts behind you before you suck in a shaking breath, face hot with tears you were refusing to shed. Each exhale sounds as if it’s being punched out of you, hands reaching out into the dark to feel for the wall so you can find the small footstool to sit upon.

You were right, you couldn’t do this.

It was too much, despite how desperately you’d tried to callous over the raw part of your heart that still ached for him. Resting your head in your hands, you try to slow your breathing, to muffle to sobs begging to be freed from your chest.

The sound of the door clicking open has you shooting to your feet in surprise, the wine in your blood making itself known as you teeter slightly and you have to brace your hand against the wall to steady yourself.

The snap of the light being turned on makes you squint at the sudden brightness, the sight of Lewis breathing heavily as he leans against the door to close it behind him making your heart race even faster.

“You shouldn’t-” you have to sniff quickly before finishing your admonishment. “You really shouldn’t be here, Lewis.”

He nods, his Adam's apple jumping in his throat as he swallows, eyes trailing up and down your body. “I know.”

Even as he says it, Lewis starts walking towards you. “I should go….”

Your own breathing has become deep and heavy, lips parted to accommodate the sudden desperate need for more air in your lungs.

Mind having failed you, you search for the right words to send him away- to tell him that what’s about to happen is wrong and that you’re just making it harder on yourselves in the long run.

But all you can think as he reaches you, his hands coming up to hold your face with an unmistaken intention, is that you are going to explode if he doesn’t kiss you right now.

Lucky for you, his thoughts seem to be similarly inclined.

He kisses you so hard that you think your lips will bruise, his hands pulling your face so desperately close that his eyelashes tickle your cheeks as his eyes squeeze shut.

As you moan somewhere deep in your throat, Lewis opens his mouth to swallow the sound. His hair is soft in your hands, your fingers fisting and pulling at it until he makes a groan of his own.

You allow yourself to rise up on your toes to make his head tilt back slightly, gasping into his lips when he suddenly uses his grip on your face to pull your mouth back from his.

He licks his bottom lip, whispering your name so you open your eyes and look at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.

“I-I don’t want to go without one more….” he seems to be at a loss for words, which for Lewis Nixon is truly unusual. But you think you can read his frustrated silence.

Your eyes search his dark ones, uncurling your fists from his roots to bring your thumbs to his forehead and smooth the concerned furrow in his brow.

“Okay,” you whisper, coming down off of your toes to brush your nose against his. “Then do it.”

As if your words were a racing gun’s shot, Lewis hungrily kisses you again- backing you up against the wall and clutching at you with carnal desperation.

You lose yourself in his fervor, scratching your nails down the back of his neck just shy of leaving a mark and moving to loosen his bowtie.

He catches your hands and pins them beside your head, squeezing them in a silent request to keep them there. You nod into the kiss, gasping for breath when he tears his mouth from yours and drops to his knees before you.

Looking down your body at him, you pant lewdly as you watch his hands disappear beneath the skirt of your dress and hurriedly pull your underpants down around your ankles.

The only patience he shows is in his careful assistance of helping your step out of them, but then he is immediately returning to his pilgrimage to the warm place between your thighs- bunching the deep violet-blue fabric in one fist while his other hand encourages your thigh up and over his shoulder.

He kisses you down there just as thoroughly as he had your mouth, licking the hot petals greedily to part the way to your clit before attacking it noisily and skillfully. Your head makes a dull sound as it lolls back to hit the wall, your hips surging forward at the gentle and unintentional scrape of his teeth against the soft flesh.

In an apologetic motion, the hand holding your dress beside your waist rubbing its thumb soothingly across your side.

You allow one of your hands to drop from beside your head to rest over his, your sigh of forgiveness getting lost in a breathy keen of pleasure.

“Shit,” you sigh, bowing your head forward to watch him look up at you from between your legs. “Jesus Christ, Lewis!”

Rather than take his mouth from you to reply, he elects to moan into your sex, the vibration striking somewhere deep inside of you that has your thighs quaking. Your eyes drift closed as he continues to suckle on you, the sound of him inhaling sharply through his nose making you feel dizzy with heady desire.

It had been almost a year since he’d last gone down on you- only because that was the last time you were afforded enough time for such foreplay.

And he’d only gotten better at it.

With careful yet distracted motions, he maneuvers the hand covering his so you are now holding your skirt up and out of the way for him. You open your eyes at the same moment you feel his fingers curl inside of you, an airy mewl slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble stupidly down at him, finally bringing your other hand down to fist in his hair again as you begin to see the white-hot orgasm creeping into the sides of your vision. “Too soon….I’m sorry, it’s too soon—!”

His intentional humming around your bud paired with the cruelly perfect crook of his fingers sends your careening over the precipice of pleasure.

Your body shakes and your hips buck uncontrollably as he refuses to relent his near fervent milking of your orgasm.

You keep expecting him to stop, to pull away from you and start to seek his own release.

But he just doesn’t stop.

“What’re you doing?” you ask brokenly, keening into another moan as he slips one more finger inside of you. “Get up here and—ohhh!”

“Again, “ you hear him grunt into you with a near frantic tone. “Give me one more….”

You’re absolutely lost as he ushers you into another orgasm, mouth feeling dry from the open mouth panting you’ve had to resort to in order to remain lucid.

“I need you,” you whimper pathetically, your eyes open and unseeing as you gasp for breath in a vain attempt at cooling the fire burning in your body. “Please, I need you inside me….please, Lewis!”

It feels like he’s only just unsealed his lips from your sex when suddenly his tongue is in your mouth and his hand is cupped around the back of your head, kissing you languidly as your thrumming ears pick up on the soft sounds of fabric being untucked and trousers being shoved open and down.

Before you can manage to find the coordination to bring your hands down to help him free his cock, you feel him bringing the same thigh that had been over his shoulder up to hook around his hip.

With a familiarity that aches in both your heart and your core, you wrap your arm around his shoulders and nod into the kiss, just as you had that first time in your dorm room after the night of your Junior prom.

After one more soft peck, Lewis sheaths himself fully inside of you.

Your face twists at the abrupt fullness that stretches your sex to the sweet-stinging point that you ache for more often than you liked to admit, eyes flashing open in euphoric alarm as the man you’d loved since you were fifteen fucked into you with a punishing pace.

Apparently, he was just as desperate for you as you had been for him.

It’s now he who is making desperate noises that have to be muffled, his face buried into the slope where your shoulder meets your neck.

At some point, he’s managed to undo the button at the top of the back of your dress, nosing the fabric around your collarbones open so he can latch his lips to the flesh at the curve of your shoulder- worrying at the skin with tongue, teeth, and lips.

If you were in a teasing mood, you’d accuse him of having an oral fixation.

Lewis would make another comment about how much he regretted giving you the books by Sigmund Freud.

You’d try to offer some witty retort, only to be cut off by him pinching at your clit and biting at your lip.

It was so easy, everything with him just felt so good and comfortable and warmly familiar.

As if he can hear your thoughts, he presses his temple to yours so his lips are at your ear.

“It should be you,” he nearly whines. “I’ve only ever wanted you—”

The sob that bursts past your lips is so bitter and childish that even Lewis seems to notice through his haze, pulling his head back in time to catch sight of the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he grunts as he kisses the tears off of your skin. “I love you and I’m sorry.”

Just as your first moan had been, your first deep sob is captured by his mouth. Your lips are salty and you can feel from his shaking lips that he’s struggling to keep his own upset at bay.

The hand that was holding your thigh wraps around it to press a thumb against your clit, and you can’t stop the stream of babbling that follows the movement.

You can’t shut up about how much you love him and how angry you are with him and how badly you wished things were different.

“I know,” he mumbles to each admonishment and devotion you utter, his voice becoming tight as you intentionally squeeze down on him with everything that you’d got. “I know, I know, Please love me anyway, I know.”

It’s the sound of Lewis coming undone that sends you into your second orgasm, holding on for dear life as he brokenly thrusts into you a few more times before yanking himself away to spill himself onto the wall beside you- bracing his arm there as you blindly reach down to stroke him as well.

You both stand there, breathing as if you’d both just sprinted across the fields behind his house.

Using the wall as a support, you turn to face him and press your forehead to his sweaty temple, the hand of the arm against the wall moving to rest atop your head as he shudders and stills in your hand.

“Good,” you breathlessly praise him as you gently release his cock. “So fucking good….”

As you bring your hand to your mouth to suck it clean, Lewis curses lowly as his eyes follow the movement, like you’ve hurt him somehow.

Before you can reach your hand down to get more, Nix grabs your wrist and holds it in the air.

“Don’t you dare,” he whooshes out with an exhale, turning his head to kiss you deeply enough that you know he can taste himself. “I’m gonna fucking cum again if you do shit like that…”

You give him a small smile, pecking a quicker kiss on his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d be open to letting me lick it from you directly.”

His wicked smile is lazy, wrapping his arm around your waist as you make to push yourself away and twisting your bodies so he’s now the one leaning against the wall with you pressed against him.

‘Not yet,” he pleads into the crook of your neck. “Please, not just yet.”

And, because you’re a terrible and weak person, you stay.

When his fingers start to undo the buttons holding your dress together in the back, you shake your head.

“One more,” he murmurs as your dress starts to fall loose around your shoulders. “Just once more….”

Despite knowing how much you’re going to hate yourself for doing so, you nod and lower your arms so your dress pools around your feet.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Just once more.” ~ ~ ~ (HELLO I LOVE YOU AND SORRY FOR ANOTHER SERIES WHEN I HAVE ONLY EVER ACTUALLY FINISHED ONE BUT THIS IS WHO I AM AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN I AGREE WITH YOU, TBH)

Taglist: @mrseasycompany @itswormtrain @mrsalwayswrite @happyveday @sunsetmando @ricksmorty @liebgotttme

also let me know if you want to be added to le taglist bc i am a silly lily who will forget unless i’m constantly reminded

also also here’s the dress i used for reference bc what are outfits

#band of brothers imagines #band of brothers x reader #lewis nixon x reader #problematicfavesareproblematic

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years

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Me, throughout the entirety of 6x05:

And I suppose I could just leave it there but NO, we’re doing a LIST. Of all the excellent things from “Prom Night!”

SPOILERS!

AV Club reviewer giving this episode the first ‘A’ of the season: :D

AV Club reviewer still insisting that “Midvale” was filler: D:<

Forever destined to disagree with the AV Club reviews in some way or another...

Okay, so! We begin with a very helpful reminder from Alex that things are different, in this Post-Crisis World!

(I mean, on the one hand, am I slightly distressed that key aspects of the Pilot and the WHOLE of “Midvale” are now gone, along with Earth-38? Yes.

On the other, Kara remembers her lived-experiences of everything that had transpired in the Earth-38 timeline, so they still sorta happened and have informed her characterization.

So...it’s fine. It’s fine. This is fine.)

I do love that, ‘Kara punched a meteorite out of the sky’ is now a Thing That Happened, though.

(Well perhaps NOT ANYMORE but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

KENNY LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES!!!!!

“Scooby-Duo” listen, as someone who has already imagined all these kiddos in Hanna-Barbera cartoon style, running around Midvale, solving crimes and saving the day, I loved this description.

Alex being like, ‘DO. NOT. SCREW UP. MY PAST.’ ahhhhh we love to see that scary Older Sibling energy on full display.

And then Brainy and Nia are off to the past!

The only thing that could’ve made the utterance of ‘totes’ worse would’ve been the addition of, ‘magotes’. Thank goodness they exercised restraint in the writers’ room.

FORTUNATELY the terrible ordeal of reliving dated slang is offset by some truly excellent lines and line-reads throughout the rest of the episode.

For instance! Loved Brainy’s, ‘the perfect optical illusion’ and ‘off the dash, please.’ So great.

Other honorable mentions: ‘Damn it, Mitch!’ ‘That’s a LOT of exposure’ and I forget the line itself but when Cat’s like, ‘normal town my a--’ and then the cut to commercial break AAAAAHHHHHH so good.

Okay, back to the episode, Nia and Brainy, on the Legion Cruiser, AND THEN!

AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN!

OUR KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS!!!!!

I love them. It won’t happen, but gosh, I want a Midvale spin-off so bad.

Like, the Crisis retcon made some space in the girls’ past for a spin-off to actually...kinda work.

(But sustaining the premise across multiple episodes/seasons would be tricky and there would always be the threat of running up against like. The current show’s continuity.

But hey! They could just ignore it, I guess! That’s what the Superman show is doing!) *insert frowny emoji here*

So the kids have gathered with Alex for milkshakes, which is delightful.

But ALL IS NOT WELL! As Alex reads about the ‘luckiest town’ and is like:

(Except with a lot more anxiety and frowning)

I feel as though we already knew Alex went to Stanford but I can’t remember if Kara’s (terrible) resume revealed that she went to National City University?

*Checks* Yes it did.

Another thing I LOVE is just. Alex as the Responsible One, whose anxiety is perpetually cranked to a 9.5, driving the Scooby-Duo around in the suburban mom van for super-ing jobs.

Also, ‘super-ing’ is an excellent verb, 15/10

Young Cat Grant! ....More on her later.

Nicole and Jesse did such a great job with the comedy in this episode--their initial attempt at a cover story/lie is so good.

And the masterful transition into an actual good lie that Nia knew would win Kara over...VERY NICE.

Kara being so obviously thrilled that there are OTHER ALIENS! WITH POWERS! HERE, IN MIDVALE! RIGHT HERE!

Fandom has ruined the whole ‘Kara has golden retriever energy’ as is their way but I must say...very much getting ‘excited puppy energy’ here.

Nia and Kara comparing powers was so CUUUUUUUUTE!!!!

As was the picture on Kenny’s desk of him and Kara. D’aaaawwww.

(But OH NO SADNESS...BECAUSE A BREAKUP IS IMMINENT.)

Okay in addition to all of the incredibly adorable content we also get lots of FAMILY FEEEEEEELINGS, which: Yes, good, yes.

But Eliza is only here as a PICTURE on Kara’s nightstand and a NAME on Alex’s badge, I am sad. :C

(Hope Helen Slater is in this last season at some point...need that soothing mom energy after all the Phantom Zone angst)

I think I’m out of order now but Kenny wanting to help Kara help people is just. The most adorable thing.

Spoiler alert: I use the word ‘adorable’ a lot in this list. Sorry...but also not.

The Brainy music when he’s in the school computer lab watching the printer is really great. I think we’ve heard it before, but it meshed so well with the whole vibe of both the character and the episode, just stood out nicely, I guess.

Okay, so. Do we think that Jesse could always do the baseball bat tricks, and the writers wrote it in, or do we think that he learned them for the show? My money is on the former.

Either way, very impressive.

And now for the truck situation! I kinda thought it would turn out that it was Cat’s doing, as she was trying to suss out the ‘super’, but nope, it was the blue dudes.

(Which makes more sense, since they have no qualms about endangering other people.)

And ON THAT NOTE, the blue guys! They are the perfect level of ridiculous, and they are wonderfully straightforward in ways that the Phantoms are not.

Also, I love that one of them is named Mitch?

Nia and Kara save the day!

After Kara busts the brakes and is like, ‘uhhh....they’re not working’

I noticed the Metropolis license plate and while yes it’s a little strange that plates are...apparently city-based in this corner of Earth Prime, stranger still is that Cat presumably drove clear across the country to check out this story. Right? Like, that’s the only way she has that plate out in Midvale?

Wait, wait. Totally forgot to mention Kara and Nia’s EXTREMELY OBVIOUS ‘don’t be suspicious’ sunglasses gambit at the Midvale College campus you absolute DORKS.

Right, so.

Remember those FAMILY FEELZ??? WELL!

We’ve got Nia’s call to her mom, which, oof. OOOOOF.

And then we have even MORE FEELINGS aka: The garage talk.

Okay. OKAY. So even though I’m a little sad “Midvale” no longer occurred in Earth Prime’s timeline, I am fascinated by the ways this new series of events have impacted Alex, Kara, and their past. (Also thrilled that Kenny lives, natch). Alex’s resentment and the burden of ‘protect Kara, PROTECT KARA’ have been left to simmer while Kara’s determination to help people has led to some...earnest but slightly careless secret hero work. The building blocks of the conflict introduced in “Midvale” are still there so while it might at first seem a little...repetitive, for Alex to lay all this out to Kara, it’s really just the reveal of a new boiling point; a post-crisis update on the scene in Midvale where Alex is like, ‘I had two parents before you showed up.’

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH IT’S EMOTIONALLY DEVESTATING I LOVE IT.

And then like. The new, but also not-new angle, of Alex leveraging her world-weariness against Kara’s youthful optimism/somewhat reckless desire to help, and then Kara throwing BACK that she’s explored other solar systems.

The LAYERS.

Also that Alex is like, ‘we need weapons, let’s tell mom and also call the DEO,’ classic Alex.

The garage talk ends with Kara determined to come clean to Kenny...BUT OH NO, THE HERO HIDEOUT IS SO CUTE, AND KENNY IS SO DEAR.

And the reveal that the almost-kiss in “Midvale” actually happened d’awwwww these kids.

Like. I am legitimately torn, here. I totally understand and support Kara in being honest with Kenny about the whole college situation--but also GAH. KENNY IS SO NICE AND CUTE AND EARNEST.

You know what ELSE is nice and cute and earnest?

Nia singing “9 to 5″ to Brainy to cope with stress and boost morale.

Heckin’ adorable, gosh.

Aaaaaand some other stuff occurred as the episode closed out but I don’t have them in my notes and BASICALLY I want the next hour like, now. Right now. Because this was WONDERFUL. FROM START TO FINISH.

So some Overall thoughts!

I said we’d get to Cat ‘CJ’ Grant later, so here we are: I...think I liked her? Overall? It was a performance that gradually won me over, is how I would describe it.

Absolutely wild that Cat built a media empire in a mere six years.

Also her whole, ‘I am going to find this extraordinary being and name them and kick Lois Lane into the classifieds’...I mean she eventually gets two out of three, there.

As I already started to mention, sad that Eliza wasn’t here! But it makes sense, since a lot of this, Kara is trying to keep on the DL.

Obviously, I am ALWAYS down for these flashback situations with the young Danvers. But it was also nice to take a break from the Phantom stuff. The plot here is simple/streamlined in a way the Phantom stuff...isn’t. I love the emotional character stuff coming out of the Phantom Zone arc but wow, the Phantoms are just. Needlessly complicated.

The little episode recap where Lena is explaining that Phantom Prime is like a bloodhound was like, ‘oh right, they do that too...in addition to all the other stuff that they apparently do.’

So, yes. Welcome change.

The change of scenery + type of action was nice too!

Though RIP to everyone’s hair, fighting against the moisture.

This episode also handled the Brainy/Nia relationship really well, IMO. Like, due to the whole, ‘trying to fit so much in, always’ approach to Supergirl episodes sometimes results in a bit of...one-sidedness, for various characters. Think for instance of Kelly needing to cheer everyone on in episode 2, but not having space for her own feelings/emotional needs in that episode.

I’ve felt that a bit with Brainy and Nia thus far--one will sort of take up more narrative space, so the relationship feels a little lopsided.

NOT SO HERE! They are both going through some stuff, they are both struggling to cope, they both come to rely on one another for help.

YES. GOOD. YES!!!!

Something I’m loving about season 6 overall is that so far, it doesn’t feel like the plot is stepping on character development too much. Like, it still isn’t a perfect balance, and some episodes manage it better than others, but compared to season 5? Leaps and bounds.

Everything was so nicely tied together and the dialogue was witty, the humor was delightful, EVERYONE WAS ADORABLE AND EARNEST AND DID I MENTION ADORABLE?* but they never lost sight of the themes and emotional through-lines and GAAAAAHHHHHH MIDVALE EPISODES ARE THE BEEEEEESTTTTTTTTT!

*Okay Alex was mainly stressed out but that’s to be expected.

TL;DR - Best episode of the season thus far? Best episode of the season thus far.

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Eighteen: We Crash Hexside High’s Junior Prom

Amity left the café in a more than sour mood. She practically stomped the whole way back to the hideout. Luz watched her warily, not really knowing what to say. She had thought Aphrodite had been really nice, all things considered. She had no idea why Amity was so upset.

Eventually, she tried to talk to her. “Your mom was pretty cool, Amity.”

Amity spun around, her anger now directed onto Luz, and she flinched. Her eyes were murderous.

“Uh…” Luz held up her hands, terrified. “Or not?”

Something changed in Amity’s face, and she deflated. “Sorry, Luz. I’m not angry at you. I just… I didn’t realize how much my siblings were like my mom. That whole conversation was a little overwhelming.”

“It’s alright, Amity,” Luz said with a smile. “You haven’t seen your mom in like seven years. It makes sense that you didn’t know what to expect.”

Amity scoffed. “That’s an understatement.”

Luz nudged her with her shoulder, unable to keep the grin off her face. “But hey, on the bright side, this could be a pretty fun side quest.”

Amity looked at Luz with something that read somewhere between disbelieving and amused. “A side quest?”

Luz nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Like Azura and Hecate. They go on side quests all the time. It’s what makes an adventure an adventure!” She leaned lower to the ground, waggling her eyebrows playfully.

“Luz and Amity, joined by their fearless demigod friends tackle another impossible mission: The Heist of the High School Prom! Will they succeed, and continue on their great quest to save Olympus? Or will they be unable to recover the artifact and be forced to continue their quest empty-handed?”

Amity rolled her eyes, but she was unable to keep the smile off her face. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But am I wrong?” Luz teased, and Amity laughed. Luz felt her stomach swell as she watched Amity chuckle to herself. But then she was reminded right away of how similar Aphrodite’s laugh had been to Amity’s.

Luz swallowed nervously. She had a feeling she had missed something really obvious during the chat with Aphrodite, and she was starting to think she knew what, but every time she started to consider them she was painfully reminded about what happened last time. Clearing her throat nervously, she felt relief wash over her when she realized they were back at the workshop.

“Guys!” Gus greeted them gleefully as they entered. He was holding up a suit bag, his face split into a wide grin. “My mom sent us formal wear!”

“Not your mom,” Luz said, unable to mask her own excitement. “Aphrodite. We’re going on a heist!”

“What?” Willow asked, frowning. She had opened the fridge and had been working on fixing up some dinner for the four demigods, (it looked pretty good: she wondered if being the goddess of the harvest boosted the quality of her cooking, those sweet potatoes looked fantastic) and waved for them to sit down at the table. Luz popped the top of a lime soda, sitting down next to Amity and Willow while Gus practically threw the suit bag on the worktable to sit down.

Luz launched into the story about meeting Aphrodite while they ate, skipping over a few details, like how she wasn’t able to focus, or the weird things Aphrodite said about Amity and Luz. She wouldn’t even know how to start that conversation normally, and since she was still trying to piece it together herself, she just cut to the mission.

“Awesome!” Gus said when she finished, “Peleus’ shield is supposed to be magical as well. So if that’s what we’re going after, then Luz’s sword is probably the other magical item that Aphrodite said goes with it.”

Luz blinked. She hadn’t thought of that. Her hand reached over to hover over Aletheia. While she loved her sword, she had never been good at using a shield at camp. Maybe it would be different when they found the sword.

“We’re going to need a plan, and Aphrodite gave us a good cover story,” Amity said, her face pinched in annoyance at the mention of her mother. “But that’s not going to be enough to get to the shield.”

Gus hummed. “I’ll work something out when we get there. Until then, everybody should just pretend this is a normal prom.”

“Gus is right,” Willow added, reaching into the wardrobe to pull out a dress bag. It had a sticky note that was labeled with her name. “Blend in, mingle, act like the other kids. It’s our best shot at keeping our real mission discreet.”

“Alright!” Luz cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “We’re going to prom!”

The four of them broke off on their own to get ready. Willow and Amity called first dibs on the bathroom, which suited Luz and Gus just fine. Luz walked toward the wardrobe and picked up the garnment bag that was labeled “LUZ” and tentatively brought her hand to the zipper.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Aphrodite to pick out something good for Luz, after all, she was the goddess of beauty. And she had seen what Luz always wanted to wear to a dance. Luz had just always struggled to pick something to wear that she liked. Her style was pretty hard to shop for.

When she peeked inside the garment bag, she practically squealed in delight. It was perfect. She couldn’t wait for her turn to use the bathroom to change. Like, well, magic, a changing curtain appeared immediately around her, with a full-length mirror and end table to her right.

Gods bless Athena.

Luz didn’t think she had ever changed so fast in her life. Once she buttoned up her clothes, Luz used the conveniently placed workshop mirror to get ready, her back to Gus, who got ready on the other side of the room. She used her brush and some gel to slick her hair back and she rummaged around the drawers until she found an unopened mascara and blush. She didn’t love makeup, but she figured this was just the right amount for her to wear to a prom.

Taking a deep breath, she looked in the mirror. Once she caught sight of her reflection, she couldn’t look away, a huge smile spreading across her face.

At first glance, she had thought her suit was black, but now that she looked at it she realized it was actually a midnight blue, that had been altered to fit her like a glove. Her dress shirt was silvery-white, and she had a dark maroon suit vest button up and paired with a matching bowtie. Aphrodite had even given her an additional matching set of black leather oxfords (with a bit of a heel to add about an inch of height) and a belt. She did a spin, her heart hammering in excitement. She looked so regal and mature… she easily could have passed for sixteen or seventeen.

It was so, so, perfect. Aphrodite was right: she hadn’t needed the tutu after all. She could get used to this.

She looked over to the garment bag to make sure she didn’t miss anything when she saw something at the bottom and frowned. She reached in and pulled out two little boxes, and gently opened them. She gasped, her eyes widening.

A matching corsage and boutonniere, in the same dark maroon as her vest and bowtie. The flower She opened the boutonniere and carefully pinned it to her jacket. Aphrodite must have made a mistake, there was no reason she needed both. She stuck it into the pocket of her suit pants, deciding she would worry about it later.

Once she had decided she was done, the makeshift changing room melted away around her, disappearing. She turned around to see Gus dressed and ready as well. He was wearing a perfectly fitted deep green suit with a silver dress shirt, and he had tucked his camp necklace under his shirt collar and was fiddling with a bow tie around his neck. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth in focus, but when he saw Luz he stopped in his tracks and whistled.

“Woah, look at you.”

“Look at you!” Luz replied, but her face was pinking in delight. She fiddled with the cuffs of her jacket, and Gus chuckled.

“Aphrodite must have known our sizes because these are practically tailored to us.”

Luz couldn’t help but agree. She wondered if Aphrodite could size a person’s… well, size… just by looking at them.

“Guys! You can use the bathroom now… oh, never mind,” Willow popped her head out of the bathroom, and her face split into an ecstatic grin when she saw them, and she made her way towards them. “You two look fantastic!”

Aphrodite had given Willow an off the shoulder green mid-length dress that puffed out at the hips, the waistband wrapped in a color that was an elegant gold. She had never seen Willow wear makeup, but she was wearing dark green eye makeup and pink lipstick that Luz thought suited her well. She had kept her camp necklace on, and had been given a pair of small gold hoops that matched the gold band. She was also wearing gold flats, with a supportive band at the bottom. Perfect footwear for a heist.

Luz’s grin returned, “Thanks! I love your dress. Green really is your color.”

Willow blushed, waving her hand embarrassingly. “Aw, shucks.”

“She’s right, Willow,” Gus said with a grin. “Look, we’re even matching.” He snapped his fingers like he had just figured out a puzzle, and reached into his garment bag. “Here, I have a corsage that matches our outfits. We must be each other’s prom dates as a cover story.”

Willow awed and took the corsage from him. It was a green and white flower that matched both their outfits perfectly. Willow put hers around her wrist, and Gus pinned his right where Luz had pinned hers. When they finished, they beamed, giving each other a thumbs up.

“Looking good!” Gus cheered, and Willow laughed.

Luz, however, had been frowning and watching the whole interaction, one hand reaching up to touch her own boutonniere, the other touching the corsage in her pocket.

“Wait, I don’t understand… why did I get both-”

“Luz? Gus? Are you guys not going to use the bathroom?” Amity’s voice called from the door, and when Luz looked up her heart just about leaped out of her chest.

She had changed into a deep maroon off the shoulder dress that came to just around her knees. It had lace sleeves that came to just above her elbows, and Luz saw her amethyst pendant hanging around her neck, sitting right between her collarbones. She had leather heeled shoes to go with her outfit, giving her at least two inches of height. Her mint hair was pulled up in its usual style, with a couple of loose pieces framing her face. She had even done her makeup, like Luz and Willow, but it was a lot more neutral. Though she did have eyeliner wings so sharp it could cut glass and dark lipstick that was a perfect match for her dress.

For a couple of moments Luz couldn’t do anything but stare, and she was painfully aware of the awkward tension growing around the as Willow and Gus exchanged a confused look. Amity was blinking at Luz as well, her cheeks pinking as she took in Luz, and she realized she was probably making a scene and should definitely look away. Or at least answer her question.

But when she tried, all that came out was “Uh… your dress… wow.”

Amity’s cheeks reddened, somehow making her look even prettier than she already did, and Luz swallowed hard.

Willow started laughing hysterically.

“What?” Gus said, turning to her in annoyance. “What’s the problem? Did I miss a joke?”

Luz pinched the inside of her arm hard. Tearing her eyes away from Amity, she forced herself to look at Willow and Gus instead. “Right, so I think we’re all good here. Everyone looks… prom-ey. Should we start making our way to the university?”

Willow, who was still chuckling to herself, nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Gus and I were checking the map earlier, it should be a thirty-minute bus ride.”

Amity scoffed, “my mom would come down from Olympus and murder us if we voluntarily took the bus in these clothes. She gave us money earlier for a cab there.”

“We should bring our stuff,” Gus said seriously, finally managing to tie his bowtie (even if it was a little crooked). “We don’t know if we’ll be able to come back here after we take the shield.”

“That’s true,” Amity added. “The local authorities will probably be looking for us.”

Something moved next to them, and when Luz looked over, she saw their backpacks, fully restocked and sitting ready to go. One had even been added for Amity, a maroon one that when she saw, she winced.

“I guess I know for sure now my backpack got destroyed by Achilles,” she said with a grumble, slinging it over her shoulder. “I’m going to kill that guy.”

“What about our weapons?” Willow asked, holding her kopis in her hand. With her dress, she didn’t really have anywhere to put it.

“My spear is here,” Gus said, opening his jacket to reveal the retracted spear strapped to his side.

“I have my ring…” Luz said unhelpfully, her hand hovering over it.

“Mine’s under my skirt,” Amity said causally, and Luz’s mouth dropped.

“It is?” She asked, shocked.

The demigod blushed, and she crossed her arms. “Yeah, it is. Your sword is shorter than mine Willow, it’s not totally comfortable, but it’ll fit.”

Once that issue was sorted out, they were ready to go. They left Athena’s workshop, and Luz pulled out her phone and called a cab. Willow and Gus walked down the street to patrol the area for monsters and make sure they weren’t going to be followed.

While she got the chance, Luz checked her phone for texts from her Mami, finding one from the day before.

How is your field trip, mija?

Luz typed back a response.

It’s great, Mami. I’m going to a dance tonight with my camp friends.

“Who are you texting?”

Luz jumped, turning to Amity who was watching her with interest.

“My Mami,” Luz admitted, feeling terrible for using her phone. She stuck it in her pocket and felt it brush against something. The corsage.

“You don’t need to feel guilty,” Amity said slowly, running her hand up her arm nervously. “I’m glad she wants to make sure you're ok. It’s sweet how much you care about her.”

Luz felt that thumping in her heart again while she listened to Amity talk. She found herself starting again, and Amity’s cheeks pinked at the intensity of it. Luz mentally hit herself. She had to stop freaking her out like that.

“Luz, there’s something I wanted to ask you…” Amity said, her blush deepening. “I… I know this isn’t a real Prom… but since we’re using it as a cover story and we want it to be realistic… would you want to maybe… I don’t know…”

She had no idea what compelled her to interrupt Amity, but she reached into her pocket and pulled out the corsage, extending it to Amity slowly.

“I found this in my garment bag. Would you want it?”

Amity blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“It’s a corsage, and it matches your dress,” Luz said stupidly. What was she doing? Why did she need to interrupt Amity like that to say something so dumb?

Amity reached out slowly and took it. “Oh, thanks.”

She opened it and put it around her wrist, and Luz realized with a jolt that Amity was disappointed. Why was she disappointed? Had Luz done something wrong?

There was that jolt in her stomach again. It was getting stronger and stronger every time it happened around Amity. She didn’t want to disappoint her. She racked her brain, trying to think of why she would have hurt Amity’s feelings just now.

Then, she remembered what Aphrodite had said to Luz, and the fluttering got so strong she was amazed she didn’t pass out.

“You'rere affected by my charms. This is good news for you, daughter.”

“I’m sorry, my lady. I don’t understand.”

“You will, daughter of Hermes.”

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Luz understood, and the weight of it almost flattened her. GODS, how was she so dense? Amity hadn’t been uncomfortable around her. Well, maybe she had, but it wasn’t because Luz was scaring her off. It was the exact opposite. And she… well. She hadn’t gotten off on the best foot with Amity when they’d met, but they’d come such a long way and Luz was so confused. Her tongue tied in knots, and she was starting to sweat. But she couldn’t mess this up. She wasn’t going to give herself the opportunity to. So, she hesitantly smiled at Amity who wasn’t looking at her.

“It… it matches my suit too,” she added awkwardly sticking her hands in her pockets nervously. Amity looked up quickly in surprise, her gold eyes widening. That was a better response than disappointment. Luz figured she should just go from there.

“Maybe we could be each other’s like… dates? To help with the cover story and everything.”

Amity blinked for a couple more seconds in shock, and Luz felt herself begin to panic.

“I mean… we don’t have to if you would rather just stick to the original story-”

“No!” Amity said quickly, and Luz jumped at the volume of it.

“Sorry,” she added, lowering her voice. Despite the awkwardness of the whole conversation, she was beaming. “I mean, yes. That sounds perfect.”

Luz laughed nervously, but she was also smiling. “Alright, great. You’re my date then.”

“Yeah,” Amity said, her cheeks pinking. “I’m your date.”

Luz wasn’t quite sure what she was going to say next, but it didn’t seem to matter because the cab was suddenly pulling up, and Willow and Gus were back at their sides.

“Ready to go?” Gus asked them, and Luz nodded, letting gesturing for him to get in the cab. Willow turned to look at Amity and Luz suspiciously.

“Why do you two look like that? Did you get into a fight or something?”

“No!” Luz said quickly, and Amity also shook her head. “No, of course not.”

Willow hummed, unconvinced, but shrugged, getting into the cab next. “Okay.”

After she got in, Luz gestured for Amity to go next. “After you.”

Amity pinked, but slid in after her, and Luz got in last, shutting the door with a bang. The cab driver looked at them in his mirror.

“Where are you kids headed dressed so nice?”

“The University of Denver,” Luz said, “for our Prom.”

The cabbie raised his brows. “What, you can’t afford a Limo?”

The four of them looked at each other, and Luz wasn’t really sure what she was going to say next.

“We had one,” Amity replied, feigning a look of hurt. “We paid our deposit but the driver never showed. We won’t let that stop us from enjoying our prom though.”

“That’s terrible customer service,” the driver said with a gasp, tisking. “What kind of company scams kids? Tell you what, I’ll take you there for free.”

“You don’t need to do that, sir,” Amity said quickly, “we appreciate it, but it’s a long drive.”

The driver shook his head. “No, I insist. You’re only teenagers once. Here, I have an aux cord for customers. Play whatever you’d like.”

So Luz plugged in her phone (he’d already offered, and why not?) and the driver blasted her guilty pleasures playlist all the way there. When they were about ten minutes away, Luz heard her phone buzz, and it was a reply from her Mami.

A dance? How fun! I’m so happy you’re making friends, mija. Do you have a date for this dance???

Luz usually would have gotten upset at this question, especially since her Mami knew what had happened at the last dance she went to. But instead, she smiled. Because she did have a date, even if it wasn’t exactly a real one.

“Guys, could we take a picture to send to my Mami?” Luz asked, and everyone around her nodded, and Gus even whooped in excitement at the idea of a group picture. Making sure she didn’t get too much of the cab in the background (her Mami would ask way too many questions) Luz and her friends huddled around and smiled. Luz snapped a couple, before humming and shaking her head.

“Cute, but it’s not really us. Let’s do a group hug!”

Willow and Gus laughed and reached around to hug everybody’s shoulders. Luz extended her left arm around Amity, pulling her close. Amity’s cheeks pinked furiously, but she was laughing too when Luz grinned and took the picture. When she looked at it, she couldn’t help but let herself enjoy the moment. It was perfect.

She showed her friends the picture, and then she sent it to her Mami, along with a follow-up text.

I do :) This is Amity, and my two friends Willow and Gus.

When the cab pulled up, and the driver let them out, Amity discreetly slipped the cash Aphrodite had given them into the passenger seat. The driver wished them goodnight, and then they were there, outside the hall at the university that was hosting the event. It seemed to be one of the main buildings, and it was decorated outside with flowing magenta and silver balloons. Above the door was a huge banner with the words “Hexside Highschool Junior Prom”. All around them, teenagers just a little older than them were making their way inside, but nobody seemed to pass them any kind of look.

Perfect, they were blending right in.

Gus lead them to around the side of the building, away from the prying eyes of the prom guests.

“Right,” Gus said, and the four of them got into a huddle. “I used the workbench earlier to plan our heist and I have a plan. Right now, we’re two buildings over from the classics department where they keep the shield. We should stay here for a little bit, keep up the face, and then as pairs leave inconspicuously out the back exit and head across the yard to the building. We break inside, take the shield, and regroup at the prom entrance.”

He took off his backpack, pulling out a black cloth from inside.

“There are masks to hide our identity. The place has cameras everywhere except the back exit. The second you leave, put them on. We don’t want to get followed by mortal police.”

They each took their masks out, and Luz and Gus stuffed them into their pockets. Amity and Willow frowned, holding onto them.

“I can take that,” Luz said, extending her hand out to Amity. “I’ll give it to you later.”

“But we haven’t decided how we’re splitting up yet!” Gus said, and Luz frowned.

“What do you mean? It’s obvious to split ourselves up by our prom dates. It’ll look less suspicious. You and Willow go together, and I’ll go with Amity.”

Next to her, Amity flushed and handed Luz her mask, and Willow’s eyes lit up in excitement. Gus just shrugged.

“Alright, that works. Let’s ditch the rest of our stuff here in this bush until we come back for it later.”

Once they’d concealed their backpacks, the four of them walked up the steps and tried not to draw any attention to themselves. When they walked inside, Luz’s heart sank. It lead to the main room, clearly where the party was, but there was a security guard outside checking tickets. Luz’s heart sank.

“What are we going to do?” Luz hissed to Willow and Gus, who shrugged their shoulders helplessly. Next to her, Amity sighed, and Luz turned to look at her. Her eyes were narrowed in determination.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

The three of them shared a confused glance, but they didn’t have much time to question it before the couple in front of them walked in, and they were next.

“Tickets?” The security guard, a buff dude with blond hair, asked.

Amity’s shoulders slouched, and she ducked her head. “I’m so sorry sir, but we left them in the limo and don’t have them anymore! I swear we bought them though. Can you please just let us in?”

Luz bit the inside of her lip. There was no way that was going to work! Security guards had to deal with kids like them all the time, there was no chance-

The guard’s shoulders slouched to Amity’s level, and his eyes grew watery. “Oh, how terrible is that! On the night of your junior prom and everything… that’s no problem, miss. You and your friends head right inside.”

“Thank you so much, sir. You really are too kind.” Amity said quickly, grabbing Luz by the arm and dragging her inside with Willow and Gus trailing them. “Have a fantastic night.”

Luz struggled to pick up her jaw. “How did you just do that?”

“I didn’t know you could use charmspeak,” Willow added, looking quite surprised herself.

Amity sighed rubbing the back of her neck. “I can’t. It’s not charmspeak.”

“It’s Aphrodite’s Passion!” Gus said gleefully from behind them. Once they had walked inside the dark room lit up by flashing lights, they headed to a corner where they could talk privately.

“Aphrodite’s what?” Luz exclaimed, shocked.

“It’s a skill some of my mom’s kids have. It’s not as overpowering as charmspeak.” Amity explained quietly.

“Aphrodite’s Passion is when a person is inclined to listen and sympathize with the user. It doesn’t force anybody to do anything they wouldn’t otherwise do, but it does incentivize the target into acting out of empathy,” Gus added.

“How is that different from charmspeak?” Willow asked, confused.

“Charmspeak is foolproof and often results in loss of memory or confusion. It comes from the more manipulative side of Aphrodite, and is superficial at heart” Gus added, and then grimaced, turning back to Amity with an awkward smile. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Amity said with a shrug. “I can’t use it all the time anyway, I have to be in a certain mental state to get it right… I just had a feeling it would work today and well, I guess I got lucky.”

“What mental state do you have to be in,” Luz asked curiously, and Amity cleared her throat.

“I… It’s hard to explain…”

“It doesn’t matter right now,” Willow said quickly, regaining everybody’s focus. “What matters is the mission.”

The four of them nodded.

“Right,” Luz said seriously. “Let’s split up and enjoy the party.”

“I’m going to the free food,” Gus said excitedly, and Amity laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind some free stuff. I’ll go with you.” She turned to Luz with a smile. “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

Luz grinned. “Yeah, sure!”

The two demigods walked away, leaving Luz and Willow to themselves. Willow turned to Luz with a wide grin.

“So you finally asked Amity out then? Good for you, Luz!”

Luz’s stomach clenched hard. “What do you mean asked her out?”

Willow’s brow furrowed, and she frowned. “Well, she’s your prom date isn’t she?”

Luz felt her cheeks heating up. “I… I mean yeah…”

“And you gave her the corsage that matched the boutonniere?”

“Yes…”

“And I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You like her, right?”

What a question. She wasn’t sure she wanted to answer that just yet. Not when something else big had pushed itself to the surface.

“Willow, what is Aphrodite supposed to look like?”

Willow blinked in surprise. A small smile started to pull on her lips. “Well, there are lots of rumors about what gods and goddesses look like by those who’ve seen them. They’re supposed to encompass the things they are known for and reveal secrets to demigods about things they may not have previously understood. So Aphrodite, who stands for beauty, passion, and love… well, you would see those qualities in yourself reflected in her.

Luz swallowed hard. Aphrodite’s smile… her laugh… gods, she’d even smelled like Amity.

Luz knew she thought Amity was beautiful, she’d accidentally told her enough times. But did Luz… love her? Luz certainly felt a lot of things about Amity. With everything between them going on, and the way this prophecy had intertwined them, was there something more to them than Luz had even realized yet?

As much as she refused to acknowledge it, the prophecy did call for something tragic. Could this be what Aphrodite had been talking about? The passionate story fueled by love in Luz’s heart? Was this love more than just her new love for camp, and for her friends? Luz's face was getting so hot, she was sure she was sweating right through her new dress shirt.

Who was Luz kidding? She had never been this important, or this special. She had certainly never warranted any kind of attention from somebody as incredible as Amity. In fact, people like Amity had been the reason she was hurt in the past. Was this worth trying? Worth pushing just to see what happened? Every fiber in Luz wanted to run, to protect herself.

But this… this wasn’t about Maya. This was about Amity. And they had already been through so much together, she had to at least try. She had to at least take the leap of faith.

Willow smiled, nudging Luz with her shoulder. “Luz, if you ever want to talk, I’m always ready to listen.”

Luz turned to Willow gratefully. “I know, Willow. And I’m probably going to take you up on that soon.”

“I figured,” Willow said her eyes training onto something behind Luz. “But how about for right now, you just focus on making the magic happen?”

Luz turned her head and saw Amity coming back towards her, with two cups in her hand and a big smile on her face. Luz’s breath caught in her throat. Gods, Amity was just so pretty when she smiled. She felt that surge of panic come back, and the realization that this was happening hit her like a truck.

For whatever reason, in the middle of her panic, she remembered Eda, right before she accepted the prophecy.

“ You do have a choice. You’re allowed to look out for yourself if you need to. If this seems too much, you can take a moment to breathe.”

“Here you go,” Amity said, handing the cup to Luz. “They had lime soda. I saw you drinking it at the workshop so I figured it was a safe bet.”

Luz felt her heart jolt with affection, and the combination of that and Eda’s words in her head filled her with the same rush she had felt back when she’d accepted the prophecy.

Luz knew what she needed to do, and she was going to make sure she made the right choice. The sound of upbeat music filled the room, and with that so did her courage.

She reached over and took Amity’s cup from her, and handed them both to Willow. She turned back to a surprised Amity and extended her hand, smiling as confidently as she could.

“Amity, would you like to dance with me?”

#the owl house #Percy Jackson AU #lumity #luz x amity #shelby speaks

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years

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Read into Me Chapter 8: Betty Cornell’s Teen-aged Popularity Guide

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 3,424

Warnings: ~~Anxiety~~, capitalism©

Author’s Note: Does this chapter actually have Steve in it? No. But is it one of my favourite chapters? Yes! Do with that what you will, dear reader.

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As it turns out, distant, unaware mothers were good for one thing. Prom dresses. Without having told her, she had sent you a design from a photo shoot she’d done in Milan, a creamy aqua blue silk with a white lace overlay and a bit of matching lace along the neckline, the skirt cut to tea length. It wasn’t exactly your style but it shockingly fit, a rarity from the gifts she sent you from abroad. She usually couldn’t even remember your birthday, much less your dress size. You chalked it up to luck and put the dress aside. Your grandmother had brought the over sized white dress box upstairs with a note while you were at school. You found it on your bed when you had returned, a strange sight to say the least. In your grandmother’s even cursive, the note explained:

‘Y/N, your mother called. She also sent this. She wouldn’t tell me what she wanted when I spoke to her, only that she needed you to call her back as soon as possible. The number she left is +33 1-155-1816. She said that if you didn’t call her back, she’d call again. I would call her.’

You called her back, but the call only confirmed what you already knew. The conversation left a heavy pit in your stomach when Samantha picked you up the next day.

Samantha was beyond excited. She’d decided to invite Robin with your ticket after all. The catch was that she was going to spend the whole night with the rest of the soccer team to push the gay vibes onto a whole group rather than just her and Robin. She made it very, very clear that her having a date did not mean that the pair of you weren’t going to hang out and that you were more than welcome to join her and her friends whenever you liked, which you already knew but was nice to hear. Of course, it was obvious that you could go and hang out with them whenever you wanted during the night if your anxiety became too much to bear, but you weren’t exactly friends with her teammates. It would be like trading one nerve wracking situation for a different, more experienced nerve wracking situation.

Of course, to get to have any fun, you had to force Samantha into a dress shop, her mother’s credit card in tow. “I just don’t see why I need a fancy dress. Nobody’s going to care what I wear.” She whined. You pushed open the glass door of Hawkins’ only fancy dress shop, Melinda’s Closet, a generation’s old family owned shop that didn’t even have Melinda at the head anymore. You half-wished you could just give Samantha a dress and call it a day, but you weren’t the same size as it was and the only fancy dress you owned other than your prom dress was your funeral dress, something you weren’t really willing to look at again, much less let someone else wear it.

“Your mom cares, she wants nice photos of you dressed up. Besides, when else are you going to wear a stupid expensive dress like this again?” you replied with a shrug, turning your attention to the racks of dresses in front of you. Your very sweet consultant took Samantha away to take her measurements, as she wasn’t certain of her dress size, and you took to finding something black for her to wear. Samantha wasn’t going to wear anything pink or dainty, that wasn’t who she was and you knew that no matter what Samantha told that salesgirl, she’d still pull something that would technically look good on your friend but make her hate the way she looked and the girl who chose it.

The process began of finding the one dress that Samantha would tolerate. For most girls in Hawkins, dressing like a punk rocker would be out of their comfort zone, hell most of those girls skipped rock music videos on MTV, but for Samantha being anything else was out of her comfort zone. She wouldn’t leave the house without eye liner and hair gel. It was too far out of her safety circle. Samantha hid in her punk rock façade; it kept people out and protected her from people who would judge her. Her look hadn’t scared you when she started it up at age twelve, and it didn’t scare you now. What it did was scare away townie boys who preferred their girls pink and fluffy, in cable knit sweaters and light wash jeans. That was a blessing, but it also meant that she, just like you, wasn’t exactly the most social person.

You brought a large handful of hangers, black material hanging off in various lengths and amount of detail to the dressing room. The salesgirls took them suspiciously, and added a few muted coloured numbers to the options. Samantha scoffed at them the second she saw them, pulling the first dress from your pile and shutting the dressing room curtain. “So, are you excited to be going with King Harrington?” she called from the dressing room, grunting in annoyance, the dress clearly not co-operating.

“I mean, as excited as I can be?” you replied. You weren’t really sure how to feel about the whole event. It was exciting to have plans with Steve, but only as exciting as any other plans you’d usually make with him. In truth, you were nervous. Nervous to be watched and viewed by your peers at a social event for the first time since middle school.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she pulled open the curtain, revealing a knee length black and teal dress. You chose it as a silent compromise with her mother, a bit of colour on a black dress with its bright, swirling flowers all over the bodice. “This is terrible.” She added with a scowl, heading back into the dressing room, having not bothered to look at it for more than a moment.

“Try the halter back one.” You replied “And that means that I don’t really know what I’m supposed to feel.”

Samantha revealed the black halter dress. It was plain black velour with a sweetheart neckline and a bit of gold holding the strap onto the bodice. She stepped fully out of the dressing room, looking at herself in the full length mirror. “I mean are you happy to be going? Excited? Apathetic?” she asked, doing a half turn to look at the back of her dress “This would look so cool with some ripped tights and my docs.”

“Oh yeah that’s a no, your mother would kill me try again.” You waved her away, much to her dismay. “As for feelings, I’m feeling…nervous.”

“Why? What’s happening in that head of yours?” Samantha asked.

You sighed “I just feel like everyone’s going to laugh at me.”

“Okay, calm down Carrie White, there aren’t any pig farms near us.” Samantha replied. Another black dress, this one deemed too short and its skirt too puffy, thrown out of the running barely a moment into the race.

“Why don’t you try one of the blue ones? It’s more your colour!” the salesgirl chimed in, standing by the curtain Samantha stood behind.

Samantha poked her head out of the curtains, holding them closed tightly around her neck. “I’d rather die than wear navy in public.” She said deadpan. That was enough to send their salesgirl packing, supposedly leaving to find something perfect for her in the back. Samantha shut the curtain with a smirk, turning back to her shopping. “What were you saying?”

“You were judging me for having feelings, nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Right, Carrie White, why do you feel like everyone’s going to laugh at you?” Samantha asked.

“You say that like they haven’t before.” You chuckled darkly. Samantha forcefully pulled open the curtain, stepping out in your favourite of the dresses. Plain black taffeta that hit her just above the knee in a tiered ruffled skirt. The strapless bodice had a little sequined and beaded butterfly on the sweetheart neckline and she’d left the black sash around its waist untied.

You stood quickly, grabbing the ties as Samantha admired the dress, rubbing the material of the skirt between her fingertips. You tied them in a bow, emphasizing her waist in a pretty way. “Oh Sam…you look so pretty…” you said softly. You imagined this was what her mother had wanted for her and she looked both like herself and someone you didn’t really know, a more grown up version of your friend.

“Oh shut up, don’t change the subject.” She scoffed. It was obvious that she liked the dress, but she didn’t want to admit it. Still, she didn’t take it off and she didn’t leave the mirror.

“I just…I don’t know how it’s going to go and that’s freaking me out.” You admitted, scuffing your shoes on the white linoleum, leaving behind black skids.

“Okay, you want an image for this thing, picture this.” She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back to look at yourself in the mirror. “You’re going to get all dressed up to hang out with Steve in our high school gym, which smells like sweat socks and BO, and everyone who goes is going to stand around until someone puts on Footloose and then Carol and Tina will start dancing terribly and that’ll get everyone to dance. And you and Steve will have a fine time. Tina will win prom queen and Carol and Vicki will cry and Steve might win prom king. And if he does you’ll watch him dance awkwardly with Tina and then you’ll leave. And that’ll be it. Just like the snow ball, but this time with a date.”

You nodded. That speech was almost reassuring. You could remember the snow ball from middle school. You went once. It was a mixed experience. Michael Gardner asked you out as a joke early in and his friends all laughed at you, but then Samantha pantsed him in front of Linda Carson and everyone turned their laughter to him. It wasn’t particularly fun, but it wasn’t something you looked back on only remembering your own embarrassment.

“You should get that dress.” You said. Samantha looked at you carefully, then nodded when she was sure you seemed less anxious.

“I don’t know, I mean maybe I should try on something in colour. You know, for my mom.” You both knew that she was floundering over the price. You checked the tag. The dress was on sale, only $53, a steal in comparison to some of the other dresses you’d pulled.

“You’re not gonna find another dress that you tolerate.” You replied smartly, crossing your arms over your chest. “Besides, I’m not going to sit here and watch you try on a bunch more dresses that all pretty much look the same just for you to buy this one. So let’s just cut all that and buy this one now.”

As if on cue, the salesgirl popped out of nowhere, a silver sequined belt in hand. “Oh my goodness, that is fabulous on you!” she exclaimed “Let me go get someone from alterations to look it over.”

“Oh, um actually, if we can we’d just like to buy it as is.” You replied quickly. You didn’t like speaking out for yourself, but you knew that Samantha knew nothing about dress shopping and that the salesgirl had been trained to get clients to have their alterations done with them and pay twice as much for it. Besides, the dress was perfect as it was! There was nothing that could be done to make it fit better.

The salesgirl looked Samantha over sceptically before admitting with a sigh “I can’t really see anything that needs fixing. You should be fine to just take it as is.” She said. Within fifteen minutes, you were out of the shop with a black dress bag in hand and Samantha wondering how she was going to explain buying a fifty dollar dress to her mother. Samantha had been granted car privileges for the afternoon and she laid the bag out in the backseat before starting up the engine as you settled into the passenger seat.

“Okay, can I see your dress? Please? You got to watch me try on more dresses then I’ve worn in my whole adolescent life.” Samantha asked.

You nodded “Sure, I guess, there isn’t much to see.” You shrugged. Samantha took the fast route to your house. She was more excited about all of this then you had expected her to be. When you bought the tickets back in March she wasn’t exactly enthused by the concept of going to a school dance. You assumed that had changed due to a combination of catching the graduation fever being spread by your fellow classmates and the fact that she had a date with a girl. You believed the latter was more exciting than the former. Usually, the most Samantha got from girls was clandestine kisses hidden in the crowds of basement rock concerts. You couldn’t keep up with the ever changing list of girls she was seeing at any given moment. But Robin was the first girl in awhile who Samantha seemed honestly excited about. Most girls who she hooked up with weren’t out of the closet anywhere except the bathrooms of parties and while Robin was nowhere near out and proud, she was the only girl Samantha had met who could actually admit that she was a lesbian. That was admittedly exciting.

Both of your grandparents had gone to the community centre when you returned, their old yellow Volkswagen gone from the driveway. You led Samantha into your room, flicking on the overhead light and turning your attention to your closet. The dress was still in the wide, white box it had come in, its pink tissue paper crumpled under the dress. You pulled it out, lifting it to your body. “Here it is!” you said “Ta da…”

“Well, go and try it on! I wanna see it!” Samantha flopped into your desk chair. With a sigh, you left for the bathroom. You felt silly in the dress, especially after seeing Samantha’s, it felt twee and young. But you pulled its spaghetti straps up on your shoulders and smoothed the skirt, heading back into your room.

“Here ya go…” you mutter, doing a small spin to show how the skirt moved. Samantha stood, walking around you in a small circle with a quizzical eye. Even having known her your whole life, you didn’t much enjoy being scrutinized silently by Samantha.

She stopped in front of you again. “Your mom picked this out?” she asked.

“Sent it from Milan. No tags, so I assume it’s either from a photo shoot or some random store.” You replied with a soft shrug.

“It’s not your style.” Samantha nodded. You lowered your gaze to the floor. She wasn’t wrong. “It’s nice though. You look nice.”

“It’s pretty silly…” you muttered, rubbing your arms awkwardly. They were cold, despite the warm May day pouring through your open window. A small chill ran up your spine. “But I mean, it’s a dress. That’s all the dress code asked for.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“You look great!” Samantha repeated, reaching out to squeeze your hand tightly in hers. “Harrington is going to cream his pants when he sees you.”

You pushed her shoulder hard, making Samantha laugh loudly. “Don’t be gross!” you exclaimed, turning beet red.

“What? It’s true! You’re a total fox! He’s not gonna know what to do with himself!” she replied with a laugh. You weren’t sure that what she said was true. Steve had been with some of the prettiest girls in Hawkins, you could mark the pages in your collection of profiles and cross reference them to every girl you were certain he’d dated. His whole dating history was public knowledge, even if you didn’t want to know, someone would tell you. It made you a bit nervous to be added to that list, even when he’d told you that it didn’t have to be a date. You did want it to be a date. You didn’t know if Steve knew that, but you were excited to be with him in that way for an evening. You’d had plenty of almost dates with Steve, he even showed up to your door once with flowers. They were for your grandmother and they were potted marigolds, but it was the thought that counted. It was clear that your grandmother was surprised by it too. Both of your grandparents thought that you were dating. You couldn’t convince them that you two were just friends. Samantha was getting a little bit too curious about your relationship as well. She seriously seemed to think that you were lying when you said that you and Steve didn’t have anything going on behind closed doors. You were certain that whatever she was imagining was much more exciting and illicit than what actually happened, unless she got off on sitting with someone and talking. The sexiest thing you’d ever done with the boy was hold hands briefly. That wasn’t exactly spine tingling.

Well, it did raise your heart rate, but that was another story, mostly about your lack of intimacy with other people in general.

“Oh come on!” Samantha cried, smacking your arm harder than necessary “Do you seriously think that he isn’t into you?”

“I mean…it’s not that simple.” You sighed. It wasn’t that simple. Relationships aren’t built on dramatic declarations or big Hollywood moments. People had to be in it from the start, it didn’t just show up randomly for both sides of a friendship. You did like him, much more than you should, but you were certain that he didn’t reciprocate. He could do so much better. He deserved someone great. And you were sure he thought you were cool, but he deserved someone amazing. Someone who could make him happy. Someone who wasn’t afraid to exist. In short, someone who wasn’t you.

You shrunk like a violet in your aqua gown, shying away from your friend. “I’m going to go and change.” You said.

Samantha looked you over again. She knew you well enough to know that you were uncomfortable. She let out a heavy breath through her nose. “Okay, we’ll go and get food after this. Let’s get fat enough to not fit in our dresses anymore.” She said, flopping onto your mattress. You nodded, heading into the bathroom again.

You locked yourself in, pulling yourself out of the taffeta material. You stared at yourself in the mirror, trying to keep yourself from crying. You had worked yourself into a fuss in your mind, tearing yourself down until the very idea that this all wasn’t some big joke felt impossible. You weren’t naïve to the world. You knew that people, girls specifically, would whisper about you once it was revealed who Steve’s mystery date was. You knew what they’d say. That you weren’t good enough. That Steve was doing charity work taking you. They’d make up rumours that you paid him, that you were dying and this was your Make a Wish, that he was only dating you to pass English. And usually, you could handle rumours and whispers about you when you weren’t in control of them. But you were in control of whether or not you go to prom.

You wiped angrily at your eyes, dragging away the tears. You wouldn’t cry in front of Samantha. She wouldn’t know how to help. She’d think that you’re crazy. You splashed cold water on your face, trying to take the redness out of your eyes and cheeks. You pulled back on your street clothes and carefully picked up your dress from the floor. You slowly zipped up the zipper on the back, giving yourself more time to calm down. You let the dress hang off your arm, heaving out a heavy breath before heading out again.

Samantha stood up from your bed when you walked back in. “You ready?” she asked.

You weren’t looking at her, your mind on one single mission. You pulled open your closet, lifted the large white lid of the dress box and carefully lay the dress back into the pink tissue. “Yeah, let’s go.” You replied. You told yourself that you could leave the problem in that box for awhile. Let it haunt you when you return home.

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brittie-frog · 3 years

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I watched the Prom yesterday, watched the musical today and are now reqatching to compare and here are my thoughts:

- Oh we love the heteronormativity of straights only and having to wear suits for guys and dresses for girls

- Off the get go I hate James Corden playing a stereotypical gay guy. You found two actually gay actors for Sheldon and Trent but not a third??

- I do appreciate the bi flag behind the Eleanor on the outside of the theater

- I will forever see Kevin as Bertram

- I love long running gags and the Julliard one is hilarious

- Angie be walking like Saru with the swaying hands behind her back

- I do miss the line about the electoral college and Barry being pained by "Trump"

- the changing off lyrics to be more PC is obvious now and do prefer the musical for being allowed to say more shit

- also appreaticate casting two pretty queer leads especially Ariana Debose cause I remember rewatching Hamilton just to keep an eye on her as the Bullet

- I do love Emma's obnoxious clothing in the movie with no one style choice and the rainbow bag strap

- why did they add in the extra scenes for the stars instead of, you know, the main teens of the story??

- I would hate to be Emma having to sit on the stage while my right to go to prom gets debated and my girlfriend sits in the front row, the child of the lead homophobe

- Also Indiana is a part of America and have to listen to their laws and values have they taken a history or geography class??

- it's a prom with two homosexuals out of how many going?? like imagine if my hs friendship group of 10 queers were at a school like this then I'd understand cause majority were homophobes in my town

- also it IS a student matter cause its their celebration so they choose whether they go to the 'gay' prom or not. Why do PTA's exist?? So glad we don't have them in England

- I do love the music and lyrics

- Tom Hawkins being too weak to stand up to singing Dee Dee

- I do hate them for cutting down the best/the most ridiculous (acceptance song) songs to add that entire plot line with Barry

- Dee Dee's wish is a fucking mood

- I dont like that in the movie Tom tells Dee Dee Emma got kicked out without her there and really without the need to cause no one mentioned her parents. It just seems weird he's telling someone else's story basically unprompted

- I dont mind that they shortened You Happened but its that they shortened the gays bit but kept the straights over the top prom-posals complete

- again with the added scenes but glad it resulted in seeing Emma in that hideous number

- why get that many limos is a waste of money just carpool with your friendship group

- doing the two proms is so fucked up and then at the conference saying its because she would have been in danger from homophobes as if she wasn't the one to set it all up I dont give a fuck I hate Mrs. Greene

- I miss the cat onsie but also the panic and wonder as a middle aged woman dances is an accurate wlw experience. Honestly if Nicole Kidman came to my house, ate ice cream with me and did Zazz in front of me I'd do whatever she asked

- Ahh the scenes! I can watch without knowing the backstory of Dee Dee's divorce and I can't sit through emotional scenes of Corden playing a gay cause (I know its acting and anyone can play anyone) but knowing that the real life fear and those thoughts of not being accepted arent reflected in the actor just feels really... wrong

- love they kept in the urinal cake research

- "your father might come back" is an insane amount of pressure took put on your 'impressionable' child like seriously it's a miracle Alyssa turned out the way she did

- I keep getting Kaylee and Shelby mixed up in my head cause I now see Shelby as blonde haired cause of the Wilds

- we do love Shelby for having that quick of a change of heart

- but that fact that me (who is joked to be the unemotional one, very rarely crying and never at the same scene twice) gets teary eyed every time I listen to Unruly Heart shows that representation matters

- Alyssa rewatching the video over and over again, missing her ex is a fucking mood

- "the world's changed, sure it's not great" is so accurate and I love it

- I do prefer the idea that Greene just storms in alone rather than with the entire PTA as if all the parents can just drop what their doing to go be homophobic

- they are obviously allowed to swear more in the musical so I miss all the random 'fucks' in the middle of sentences but mostly Emma's 'Holy Shit' when Alyssa tells her she loves her

- the "you're going to lose your daughter" from Barry when Greene went to argue no longer there because he's made up with his mum just kinda changes the scene and the emotions

- because of that change Alyssa's reaction is different with her just crying on Emma's shoulder but I would have preferred the "i think I just came out in front of my mom" no matter what to change the tone back to a comedy

- I love that its a bunch of queers including trios then the four straights at the back like no one else at the school had a change of heart

- I love the look Alyssa gives to Dee after seeing her mum like "do I have to??" Getting a look of support then saying okay and walking over

- the fact that everyone is stood in a circle around them like this is the event they came to see like 'will the homophobic mum be accepting or not??'

- but I do like that that plot line of is Alyssa accepted is resolved in the movie

Do I prefer the musical to the movie?? Most definitely. With all that said will I be rewatching the film?? Absolutely.

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Emotions (pt. 5)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n go to prom together, but some people and things get in the way of the two.

Word Count: 2047

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 6

"Guess where we're going."

You stared at the paper, frowning. "I've never been to one of these before. It's not on the list."

He flashed you a grin, pulling out your folded up bucket list from his pocket. At the bottom he scribbled the words prom together in marker. "Sure it is. What do you say?"

You stood, holding Billy's hand. He stood as well, and the two of you went to your room. You sat down on your bed and sighed. "That's a lot of people Billy. I don't know how I'll do with a big crowd."

He sat next to you. "What do you mean sweetheart?"

"Everybody's going to stare at me. It bothers me when it's a lot of people."

"Why do you think they'll stare at you? Is it because wearing a dress makes you a lot more cuter?" He teased.

You began to play with his hair while resting your head on his shoulder. "You attract a lot of attention, which isn't a bad thing. It's because you're so pretty, but people look at me funny when we're together. It makes me feel weird about myself."

Billy felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. Though you didn't realize it, you basically told him you feel insecure standing next to him. "Sweetheart, never be embarrassed about yourself. You're pretty damn gorgeous if you ask me, and it takes a pretty person to know a pretty person. So go find yourself a cute dress, and get ready for prom in two days. I'll be your date."

"I've never had a date before." You quietly said.

"Well, you got a pretty handsome first date. You must be special or something." He playfully nudged you.

You giggled. "Something like that."

Once he left, Mike walked into your room. "Hey, so, I know that I always talk crap about Billy Hargrove for being a man whore, but really. Be careful. Even though you're an ass most of the time, I still care about you."

You smiled. "Thanks Mike."

Joyce was more than happy to take you dress shopping, after she heard about the prom from Hopper complaining about it. You got a shoulderless, flowy dark blue dress and styled your hair the way Billy likes it.

There was a knock at the door, and Eleven answered to reveal Billy, in a black suit with a dark blue tie. Max was behind him, and shoved past him to get to El. Billy shook his head and huffed while walking inside, where Hopper looked him up and down. "Just, home by 10. Please. And no bad stuff." Billy smiled and nodded.

You walked out of your room, and Billy was blown away. Damn, you were just too sexy for your own good. You walked up to Billy, smiling as he gently grabbed your arm and put a blue corsage on your wrist. He took your hand and the two of you walked out of the house in silence. "So damn beautiful." Billy whispered into your ear before he opened the car door for you.

When he got inside, you immediately reached over to him and gave him a hug. "You're so perfect Billy."

He hugged you back. "Just trying to live up to you sweetheart." He paused. "Could you actually do me a favor?"

You pulled back and gave him a smile that cause him to unconsciously lick his lips. "Anything."

"Could you give me one of those little braids that you did when you were at my house?"

You giggled. "Sure Billy." He scooped you up into his lap, telling you to continue. You shook your head, smiling wider. "Such a charmer."

When you got there, the two girls in front handed you a ballet. "Vote for prom king and queen!"

You both looked at it. "Huh." Was all Billy said.

"Why are our names on it?" You asked.

"Guess people think we look cute together." Billy said, with his head on your shoulder. You looked back at him, and he looked up at you, grinning.

The two of you had fun together. You laughed, you danced, you took pictures. Though Billy didn't show it, this wasn't something he really wanted to do. He wanted to get you dressed up and make you feel special, but he didn't like how many eyes where on you two, or that the music was too loud to talk to each other. But he made you feel special, and you were a potential prom queen. He knew he would make you feel amazing, so it's worth it.

When they called for the king and queen candidates, it was no surprise to you that Billy would win. He looked back to you, giving you a smile and a shrug. You gave him a thumbs up in return, flashing him a grin. "And the winner for this year's Hawkins prom is... Heather Halloway!"

You smiled and clapped. Though you had to admit that it would feel like a fairy tale if you and Billy were king and queen together, you didn't really think you'd win. It's not like people like you, so why would they vote for you. But still, you were very happy for Billy to get his crown.

Billy's smile was wiped clean off when they announced Heather as the winner. She excitedly got her tiara and was immediately on Billy when they had to take a picture together. Right before the flash, she turned his head and gave him a kiss on the lips. He looked over to you, who was watching this happen and walked into the crowd, where he couldn't see you.

Shit. Shit shit shit! Why did you see that?! He didn't want the kiss. He didn't want her. He wanted you! Where were you now? You didn't leave, did you?Shit!

You walked over to the beverage table, where you saw Jonathan in an old light brown suit chaperoning. "Well, I didn't think I'd see you here." You said with a smile.

He looked up and smiled. "Yeah, right back at you. You look nice."

"Thanks. And you look very handsome in that suit." He let out a breath and looked down. "Need community service hours?"

He playfully scoffed. "Why else would I be here?" You giggled. "So, why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm here with Billy."

"Um, Billy Hargrove?" You smiled and nodded. "Isn't he, like, a lady's man or something?"

You smiled and shrugged. "We're actually just friends. Believe it or not he doesn't make moves like that on me. He's just playful with me, is all."

He nodded in response. "So, where is he now?"

"He was voted prom king, so right now he's dancing with his queen." Your smile became a little more forced.

"You like him, don't you?" There was no disgust or judgement in his voice like anyone else; only pure curiosity.

You put your finger to your lips with a smile. "Shh. I know someone shouldn't have a crush on their best friend, but sometimes you just can't help it."

"Yeah, I get that." He nodded, to which you made a face. He noticed. "Try to be nicer to Nancy. She's different from everyone else."

"If you say so." You shrugged. "I just don't like some of things she says and does." Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "Your mom was amazing, by the way. For taking me to pick out the dress."

"Yeah. Even though she's a little tomboyish, she really liked it. It's something that she can't really do with her sons, y'know?"

You let out a fake gasp and held his hand. "Don't talk about yourself like that! I'm sure she would love to go dress shopping with you, if that's what you want." The two of you laughed together.

As Billy went searching for you after the dance, he found you grabbing another guy's hand and laughing with him. Billy figured that he deserved that, considering he had another girl pressed up on him for almost 5 minutes. He crept up behind you and grabbed your arms. "Boo." He whispered in your ear.

You jumped, turning around and smiling so brightly. "Hey Billy. Congrats. Feeling like a king?"

"Feeling like I got the wrong queen." He said, taking your hand. "C'mon."

You looked at Jonathan. "Don't tell Nancy, please. I don't want to hear it." Jonathan only nodded.

Billy pulled you away, and another slow song started playing. You loosely put your arms on his shoulders when he grabbed your wrists and wrapped them tighter around his neck. Smiling, you watched him wink at you before putting his hands on your hips. "I didn't want her to kiss me, by the way. She just did."

You nodded lightly. "You don't have to explain yourself Billy."

"I know, but friends don't lie, right?" You chuckled and nodded. "Speaking of which, who was that?"

"Oh, Jonathan? He's the brother of one of El's friends. He's pretty nice, but he hangs around a girl that I don't like."

He hummed. "And here I thought you were kind and adorable to everybody."

"Mm. I'm only adorable to you. Anyways, she's got a boyfriend, Steve Harrington, and–"

"Ugh, King Steve," Billy interjected. "Don't see how he'd ever land any girl."

You laughed. "He's not that bad anymore. He's nice now. He treats me normally, so that's something." Billy made a tsk at that. "Anyways. She strings him along like a little puppy, even though it's obvious that she doesn't like him like that anymore. But she also leads Jonathan on and keeps him with her at all times. I just feel like she wants the best of both worlds, and that'll end up hurting both."

"What's so special about that girl? She got beer-flated nipples or something?" You both laughed.

"Excuse me." Heather said, grabbing your shoulder. "Can I cut in?"

"No." Billy said.

"Billy, you always play hard to get." She smiled. "Let's dance. Don't you want to dance with a real queen?"

Before Billy could say anything, you said, "How about after the song is over, hm?" She gave you a dirty look, but nodded and left. Billy looked at you miserably. So you did get the wrong impression. You pressed yourself against Billy and whispered in his ear. "Let's get out of here." He grinned. Or maybe you know him better than he thought?

The two of you then got fast food and brought it back to his house, considering Neil was on a business trip for a few days. You both sat on the floor and ate while watching TV and talking. You were sitting in between his legs and leaned on him. "I love this movie!" Was what you said before falling silent to watch Back to the Future.

Billy's mind began to wander to places they shouldn't. He thought about how your chest was snug in your dress, and how looking down at you gave him the perfect view. He thought of your soft hair that lay on your bare shoulders. He thought about your skin, looking so soft and calling for his touch. His mind wondered to how your head was tilted, almost like you wanted him to kiss your neck.

Billy cursed himself for thinking like that. You were friends, he shouldn't be thinking that way about you. What would you do if you found out about the ways he thought about you sometimes. What would you say? Would you still want to be friends? He unintentionally jumped a bit when you turned around. You gave him a bright smile. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You're just so damn perfect, my mind can't help but wander." He breathed out. He didn't think before he said that, but it was out now.

Your smile faded as your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. You then said in a quiet voice, "If you get romantic feelings towards your best friend, what do you do?"

Billy felt a surge of confidence as he took your face in his hands and went for a kiss. Billy has kissed lots of girls before, but it was never like this. It was never slow and sweet. It was never this kind of passionate. It was never as special as this.

He felt the warmness of your hands as they slid up his chest. As Billy pulled back, he saw you open your eyes and give him a beautiful smile. "I got a crush on my best friend too sweetheart." He said.

You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "So, what happens now?"

One arm snaked around your neck to hold you close to him. "Now I get to take you on romantic dates, and be around each other more, and make out and shit."

You giggled. "So it's how we are usually, but closer?"

He chuckled as he admired your happy glow. "Oh, pretty girl."

"Handsome boy."

"Your handsome boy."

"Your pretty girl."

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mysteryofren · 4 years

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To Be Mine

chapter 27 of So Happy Together

26: https://mysteryofren.tumblr.com/post/618810659365371904/a-power-all-to-your-own

note: chapter after this is so fucking fluffy, and low key drama filled at the end. also some fluff in here too ahhh

possible tw: mentions of death

Today was the day. You woke up early. All the first order agreed to meet at your grandfathers since the venue was closer to his house. Elaine wanted to get ready at his house as well. During the week you caught up with Rey, and talked about prom. She told you she was meeting Ben there which made you sad. That's when you talked to Elaine about her getting ready with the both of you. She agreed saying the thought of that made her sad too. You both packed what you needed, and went to get Rey. Once she was ready, you all piled into your car. First you all stopped at a store for a few things, then made your way to your grandfathers. When you arrived he wasn’t home yet. You all walked in. you looked around, and there weren't any notes telling you where he was. You figured he had some last minute work to do before tonight.

After you all got to the house you went inside for a bit. You let Gideon out, and played with him for a few minutes before Rey, and Elaine got you so all of you could grab the things out of the car. First you took in your dresses. You hung them up in your closet, and went back down for your makeup, and hair stuff. Even though she wasn't going Phasma still wanted to come help you all get ready. Once she arrived you all got started. Rey had chosen a simple style. She just wanted to straighten her hair, and call it a night. Elaine was doing an updo that needed her hair to sit in curlers. You and Phas worked on getting them in while Rey worked on her own hair. Finally you, and Phasma got all the curlers in her hair, and you heard a car door slam. Your grandfather was home, and you ran down stairs to see him.

“I figured you might be taking a while to get ready so I went and got you girls some snacks.” he held up a box from Amilyns cafe, and you smiled.

“Thank you so much! We were thinking about ordering food.”

“Well I'm glad I could save the day.” you hugged him careful not to knock the box out of his hands.

“Reys upstairs too, do you want to come say hi?” you asked him while taking the Box out of his hands.

“No, I would rather see you all when you're done getting ready. I want to be surprised.”

“Alright no problem.” you went to go back upstairs when he called your name.

“There's something I want to give you.” he motioned for you to follow him, and you did. He brought you up to his room. There was a box sitting on his bed. It was dusty. You could tell he had gotten it from the basement. He walked over to your grandmother's old vanity. On it sat a big dark blue velvet box. He picked it up, and took it over to you.

You placed the box from Amilyn’s down on the bed, and took the one he was holding out to you. Slowly you opened it, and sitting in it was a small diamond necklace, with matching earrings. It felt like all the air left your body. You recognized this set. You had seen it so many times in pictures, and a few times in real life when you were a kid.

“Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Positive. I gave this to your grandmother to wear for our wedding. Now I want you to have it. I want you to see you wear it, and make it more beautiful than she did.” You closed the box, and pushed it back towards him.

“I want to wear it for my wedding.” you said trying to choke back tears.

“My dear, I love you, but I'm old. I may not see you get married.”

“Don't say that.” you whispered while a tear made its way down your face.

“It's true. I may not live to see you get married, but I'm here now. And there is nothing I would love more than to see you wear this.” you hugged him, and he hugged back. He gently rubbed your back while you held on to him tight. You pulled away, and took the box out of his hands. You opened it again, and looked at it.

“I had to search the basement for a week to find this box. I took it to get cleaned as well. I wanted it to look just like it did the day me and her got married.”

“It's beautiful.”

“Just like you my dear.” He kissed your head.

“What about Rey?” You asked.

“Rey more than likely has jewelry. I know you. I didn't expect you to buy anything too expensive, but it's a special occasion. You deserve to wear something special.” just then you heard Phasma call your name. You had to get back. You hug, and kiss your grandfather one more time before taking both boxes to your room where you all were.

You walked into the room, and held up the box of food. Everyone stopped getting ready, and looked inside it. Your grandfather had remembered everyone's favorite item. He got Rey her banana bread, Phasma her coffee cake, and he got you and Elaine a chocolate croissant. You all sat in different places, and ate while you all talked. Phasma and Elaine sat in front of the vanity while you and Rey sat on your bed.

“What's in the other box?” Rey asked while picking it up.

“Oh lemme show you!” you put your food down, and took the box from her. You stood up, and moved into a position where everyone could see. You slowly opened the box, and showed everyone the necklace, and earrings.

“Is that-” Rey said quietly before Elaine interrupted.

“Satines wedding gift?” Elaine asked.

“Yeah. she always wore it on special occasions, and he wants me to wear it for tonight.”

“She always looked amazing wearing those.” Elaine said

“She knew our grandmother?”

“Only for a year or two. I saw her wear it once or twice, but I've mostly seen it in pictures. Obi-Wan has em hung around the house. He told us the story about the night he gave it to her.”

“So he gave it to you tonight?” Rey asked you.

“Yeah. He knew I wasn't going to wear any special jewelry tonight so he gave it to me.”

Elaine, and Phasma got closer to examine it. You looked at Rey who looked a bit sad. She wasn't as close to them as you were. She didn't have to be around as much. You knew something in her was disappointed that she didn't get anything of hers. A part of you felt that it made sense. She didn't show up to her funeral, or even try to see her before she passed. Another part of you felt like she should still have something to honor her. After the girls had gotten done looking at it they went back to eat, and you sat back down on the bed.

Once you were done eating you all continued getting ready. You, Phasma, and Rey got the curlers out of Elaines hair. You all helped her get into her dress, and when she was in you all worked together to get her hair done. It only took about an hour to get it right. You sat down at the vanity, and started your makeup while Phasma curled your hair. Rey, and Elaine worked on each other's makeup as you did yours. Your hair was pretty simple, Phasma curled your hair, and then pinned some of them up, and back.

Your makeup was also pretty simple. You did just a simple cut crease, with the eye shadow matching your dress, and a bit of glitter in the cut crease. You looked at the time, and saw it was almost time for the boys to arrive. Phasma helped you into your dress, and then you helped Rey into hers. She had chosen a dress that went with the school theme. Her dress had a nude lining, with star netting over top. Gold, and silver stars were scattered across the dress. Like your dress it had a train, but hers also had long wings draping over the shoulders. He had on gold eye makeup to match it. You all started getting your accessories on. When you opened the box holding your mamas jewelry. You Looked over at Rey.

“Hey,” you said.”I really like the Earrings I chose to go with my dress. Do you wanna wear her earrings?”

“Are you sure? They're supposed to go together.” she said.

“Im positive. We’ll just have to stay close to each other.” you joked as you took the earrings out, and placed them in her hand. She smiled at them, before reaching over, and hugging you. You watched as she put them in, and admired them. You took the necklace out, and went to put them on when Phasma took it.

“Don't worry, I'll get it on.” she placed it gently around your neck, and clasped it. You looked at it as it sat against your collarbone. It looked so delicate. You were almost afraid to wear it. You continued putting your jewelry on, and soon you all were ready. You heard a few car doors slam, and you looked outside. Yours, and Rey's parents had just gotten to the house, and they headed inside. You told Rey they were here, and you all got up and headed downstairs.

One by one you all walked down, and everyone watched. Rey's dad was crying a bit. All he kept saying was how grown, and beautiful she looked. Your parents stayed dry eyed. They had seen you in formal attire plenty of times before. Your pop pop on the other hand was silently crying. You looked at him while tears fell down his face. He looked at Rey then back to you. You ran over to him,and gave him a hug.

“You look absolutely divine, My dear. The heavens couldn't make something as beautiful as you.” He said as he placed a hand on your face. He brought you close, and kissed your head, careful not to let the tears mess up your makeup.

“It looks better than it did in the store.” your mom said. You turned and looked at her.

“Thank you mother.” her, and your father walked over to give you a hug.

“Elaine.” your grandfather said. “Your parents are devastated that they can't be here, but I assured them I would take plenty of photos, so forgive me if I insist.”

“It's ok, Obi-Wan.” she replied as she walked over, and hugged him. You all talked, and your parents started taking pictures of you all. After only a few you heard a car pull up outside. You went over to open the door, and saw the boys getting out of a limo. Along with them was Ben. great. You watched as they all smoothed out the small wrinkles in their suits, and spoke. Matt looked up and smiled when he saw you. He hit Hux’s chest to get his attention when he pointed at you.

He looked at you in a way you had only dreamed someone would. Ben looked up along with him. They both stared at you like you had just come down from heaven. They watched as you walked over to them with a smile on your face. Once you got over to them Hux stayed staring at you. You were going to say something when you were interrupted by Matt. He grabbed Hux by the shoulder and shook him a bit.

“Dude breath, you gotta breath Man.” he looked over to Ben, and did the same.

“You too dumbass, you gotta breath.”

Hux took in a deep breath and hugged you.

“You look absolutely amazing.” he said.

“You look pretty good yourself.” you replied with a smile.

Your grandfather walked out, and greeted the boys. He led them inside where everyone else was. Upon walking inside you heard Rey call Ben’s name. He looked confused that she was there. She looked angry that he was there. They both walked outside to talk about it. You saw them yelling at each other, when you heard Matt gasp. He was standing in front of Elaine, and looking at her. He had that signature goofy look on his face as he looked her up and down taking in the woman before him. You quickly grabbed his camera, and took a picture of both on them making sure to get his reaction in the photo. After it developed you handed it over to Elaine before walking up behind Matt.

“Was it you who said ‘you gotta breath man’?” you asked jokingly.

“Yes, but if I were to die right now I would be more than happy knowing I died seeing her like this.” Elaine hugged him, and they both got to talking just then you went, and grabbed Hux who was talking to your grandfather.

“Sorry pop pop I have to introduce him to Mother, and Father.” he nodded, and went off to talk with Phas, and Rey’s parents. You grab Hux’s hand, and take him over to your parents as they stand off to the side alone talking to each other.

“Mother, father. This is Armitage Hux.” your mother held her hand out to him to shake it. He grabbed it, and gave her a kiss on the top of her hand.

“It’s good to finally see where Y/N gets all her beauty from.” oh he's good. If there's anything your mother loves its compliments. She gave him a big smile as she took her hand back.

“Oh my. Y/N you never told me how charming he was.”

“Hello. I’ve heard a lot about you from your father.” you heard your dad say.

“I can assure you my father is biased, but I'd very much like to prove to you that I'm worthy of your daughter's company.” Hux held his hand out to your father. He reluctantly took it, and you could see how he was gripping his hand. Hux’s face didn't convey that he was holding his hand hard enough to break it.

“You both raised a fine young woman. Y/N is an exceptional person, and I'm glad I have the pleasure of knowing her.” your mother smiled again while your father stayed staring at him. You could tell he’s easily got your mother's love, but you knew if Brendol talked to your father he didn't say anything nice. You heard a door slam, and Rey walked in. she looked upset. You ran over to her.

You both talked for a few minutes before she ran upstairs. Apparently Ben told her he couldn’t pick her up, because he had something he had to do before. Coming here is what he wanted to do, but he wasn't expecting her here at all. You stood in place for a moment. Everyone was talking to one another so nobody would notice you slip away. You walked outside to where Ben was standing. He was tossing a ball to Gideon, and watching him run after it. You cleared your throat to make your presence clear to him. He turned around, and gave you a weak smile.

“Hey, kid.” he said.

“What are you doing here, Ben?” his smile left his face, and he turned back around.

“You’re being stupid. She loves you. She would do anything for you, and you treat her like this. Like she doesn't matter. Like she doesn't exist.”

“Since when do you care about her, huh?” he turned around to face you.

“She hated you. She wished so many things would happen to you. Why are you defending her?”

“Because we're friends now. You have been so caught up in you, and what you want that you never realized we worked our problems out. She wants you Ben, and the least you could do is act like you want her too.”

“What if i don't want her?”

“Then what do you want Ben?”

“I want you. I want you to-.”

He stopped mid sentence. His eyes looking directly into yours.

“Want me to what?”

“To be mine.”

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toast-connoisseur · 4 years

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ALL of the Ask Me Stuff questions

* 1: Full name: For safety purposes I’ll shorten it: Maria Barbara Gonzalez (yes, that’s the shortened version. I’m Mexican lol)

* 2: Age: 25

* 3: 3 Fears: Being buried alive, anything bad happening to a loved one, SPIDERS

* 4: 3 things I love: My family, my friends, movies

* 5: 4 turn ons: soft touches, kissing, making me food, a confident personality

* 6: 4 turn offs: Overly cocky people, racists, chewing with your mouth open

* 7: My best friend: I’m lucky to have several and I love them all with the individual pieces of my heart they each own

* 8: Sexual orientation: Queer/Gay

* 9: My best first date: I don’t think I’ve ever really gone on one tbh lol

* 10: How tall am I: 5’1 (barely make it to the 1)

* 11: What do I miss: Bars/clubs and Disneyland. Hugging people. Not losing so many people on a daily basis...

* 12: What time was I born: 3:38AM

* 13: Favourite color: Blood red (NOT maroon)

* 14: Do I have a crush: I always crush on random girls

* 15: Favourite quote: “Seduce my mind and you can have my body. Find my soul and I’m yours forever.”

* 16: Favourite place: It was once Disneyland now, I don’t really have a place lol

* 17: Favourite food: All of it. Of course Mexican food takes the top of the list though

* 18: Do I use sarcasm: Noooo, you think?!

* 19: What am I listening to right now: I’m watching Buffy

* 20: First thing I notice in new person: What vibes you’re giving off

* 21: Shoe size: 7 for the most part but sometimes I can fit into size 4 kid shoes

* 22: Eye color: Dark brown

* 23: Hair color: naturally: dark brown, right now: black

* 24: Favourite style of clothing: comfortable but more on the lines of retro/rockabilly

* 25: Ever done a prank call? Yes!

* 27: Meaning behind my URL: I love toast

* 28: Favourite movie: I have so many but one is Saved!

* 29: Favourite song: Lots, but Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship

* 30: Favourite band: Avenged Sevenfold

* 31: How I feel right now: Mellow

* 32: Someone I love: my nephew

* 33: My current relationship status: single

* 34: My relationship with my parents: could be better, but it’s there

* 35: Favourite holiday: Halloween

* 36: Tattoos and piercing i have: I have two piercings on each ear, my bellybutton pierced, and 6 tattoos (R foot, R ankle, L thigh, L wrist, L bicep, R bicep)

* 37: Tattoos and piercing i want: I want most of my body covered in tattoos so I have a long way to go. As for piercings, I want at least two more per ear.

* 38: The reason I joined Tumblr: my friends said it would be a good time

* 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I wouldn’t say hate, but we’re not friends anymore

* 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Yes!

* 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? No

* 42: When did I last hold hands? It’s been too long :(

* 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? I work from home now so 0 minutes

* 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yes

* 45: Where am I right now? In my bed

* 46: If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My best friends

* 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable usually. I have very sensitive hearing.

* 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? They actually live with me, but it’s temporary.

* 49: Am I excited for anything? My upcoming move

* 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yes, two actually

* 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? -I work Monday-Friday

* 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? -OOF

* 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Hot

* 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? -Everyone has different trust levels tbh. My best friends hold top tier.

* 55: What is something I disliked about today? I had to work

* 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Beyoncé!

* 57: What do I think about most? The future I want

* 58: What’s my strangest talent? I honestly don’t think I have one? I guess being able to mimic certain voices/accents sometimes but I wouldn’t say I’m pro

* 59: Do I have any strange phobias? I don’t think they’re strange, I just hate feet

* 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind

* 61: What was the last lie I told? “I’ll work on that”

* 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? It depends who I’m talking to, but phone tbh

* 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Both are very real

* 64: Do I believe in magic? Yes

* 65: Do I believe in luck? To an extent

* 66: What’s the weather like right now? Nice and cold

* 67: What was the last book I’ve read? I strictly read fanfiction lately

* 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Don’t love it, don’t hate it

* 69: Do I have any nicknames? Barbie, Barbs, whore, homo... you know, cute stuff

* 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I split my eyebrow open and had to get stitches

* 71: Do I spend money or save it? Por que no los dos?!

* 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? No, but my best friend can and it’s so cool!

* 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? My sweats are pink

* 74: Favourite animal? I love animals but wolves are pretty top tier

* 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Sleeping

* 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Sexy. Mr. Sexy.

* 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? -I Wanna Get Better by the Bleachers

* 78: How can you win my heart? Be nice to me and have good conversations to me and occasionally buy me chocolate

* 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? The entire lyrics to Act Up by City Girls

* 80: What is my favorite word? Motherfucker

* 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I honestly bounce to and from so many. There’s no way I can only pick 5. All the ones I reblog from are so great!

* 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? STOP GOING TO PARTIES

* 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not that I’m aware of

* 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? I can turn invisible

* 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? None really tbh

* 86: What is my current desktop picture? I made it into a winter wonderland for the holidays

* 87: Had sex? “It’s been 84 years...”

* 88: Bought condoms? I’m gay

* 89: Gotten pregnant? See above

* 90: Failed a class? I think in middle school maybe?

* 91: Kissed a boy? Yes

* 92: Kissed a girl? Yes

* 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Sadly, no

* 94: Had a job? Sadly (but also thankfully since I need money)

* 95: Left the house without my wallet? No

* 96: Bullied someone on the internet? No

* 97: Had sex in public? Yes

* 98: Played on a sports team? Yes

* 99: Smoked weed? Yes

* 100: Did drugs? Yes

* 101: Smoked cigarettes? Yes

* 102: Drank alcohol? Yes

* 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

* 104: Been overweight? No

* 105: Been underweight? Yes

* 106: Been to a wedding? Yes

* 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

* 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

* 109: Been outside my home country? Yes

* 110: Gotten my heart broken? Sorta but I bounced back pretty quick so idk if that counts

* 111: Been to a professional sports game? Long ago

* 112: Broken a bone? No

* 113: Cut myself? I’m very accident prone

* 114: Been to prom? Yes

* 115: Been in airplane? Yes

* 116: Fly by helicopter? No

* 117: What concerts have I been to? So so so many. I miss them.

* 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? I’m gaaaaaaaay

* 119: Learned another language? I’ve been bilingual since I was a child

* 120: Wore make up? Yes

* 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? No

* 122: Had oral sex? Yes

* 123: Dyed my hair? Yes

* 124: Voted in a presidential election? Yes

* 125: Rode in an ambulance? I worked for an ambulance company so just for fun

* 126: Had a surgery? Besides oral?

* 127: Met someone famous? I live in LA, so yes lol

* 128: Stalked someone on a social network? No

* 129: Peed outside? Yes

* 130: Been fishing? No, I’d like to!

* 131: Helped with charity? Yes

* 132: Been rejected by a crush? Fifth grade was a tough year for my love life...

* 133: Broken a mirror? No

* 134: What do I want for birthday? To be able to see all my friends in a safe environment

* 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? I’d like as many as I can comfortably afford. I’d have to discuss with the (future) wife about names

* 136: Was I named after anyone? The Virgin Mary (la Virgen Maria) and some Spanish actress named Barbara something...

* 137: Do I like my handwriting? No

* 138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I loved dolls

* 139: Favourite Tv Show? Bewitched

* 140: Where do I want to live when older? California forever unless properly convinced otherwise

* 141: Play any musical instrument? Used to play trumpet and alto sax. Can’t play anymore lol

* 142: One of my scars, how did I get it? See Q70

* 143: Favourite pizza toping? Pepperoni. I love all sorts of toppings but that’s my fav

* 144: Am I afraid of the dark? No

* 145: Am I afraid of heights? Yes

* 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yes

* 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Daily

* 148: What I’m really bad at: Focusing. In my defense, I have ADHD

* 149: What my greatest achievments are: graduating college, getting promoted at work, buying my own car, purchasing a home

* 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I once got told “good luck on the short bus” by a guy that was upset I make more money than he does

* 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: take care of all my bills, invest, and then try to help as many of my loved ones as I could with theirs

* 152: What do I like about myself: my resilience

* 153: My closest Tumblr friend: @itssofragile

* 154: Something I fantasise about: My future

* 155: Any question you’d like? Nah, I think we’re good!

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #259

"i went straight to heaven, but i kept on knockin’.”

What's something that makes you feel more creative? Music. What are the last three nail polish colors you wore? Wow, idk the last time I wore nail polish, but probably black or maroon. What's the last thing you binge watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender w/ Sara. Do you watch youtube videos or tv shows more? YouTube is essentially my TV. Quite literally - I don't have a television in my room because I never watch it. What's a DIY project that you don't think actually works? Oh dude, plenty. I have DIY-obsessed friends online as well as a Pinterest, I know this shit, lmao. I can name one though with total certainty because I was with a friend when she tried that disgusting "YOU CAN MAKE cuPCAkES IN A C uP!!!!!" crap. It's the most eggy shit you'll ever try. Do you collect Mason jars to use for crafts? No, but I think those crafts are generally super cute. Have you ever gotten rid of something and then regretted it? If so, what? (or what's one thing?) Oh yeah, one of my biggest being my senior prom pictures, but not for the reason you'd expect (save for two pictures of us that're just REALLY fuckin cute): I want them back because goddamn I was pretty ok and I miss that now that I hate my body every waking moment of every day. :^) What color is the zip-up hoodie you wear the most? Don't have one w/ a zipper, they're ugly. Do you live in an apartment that has inspections? No. Do you hate taking naps during the day? Nooo I love naps and usually take one a day. I tend to feel really tired all over again a few hours or so after I wake up. Who in your immediate family has the best natural hair? MEEEEEEEEEEEE. Would you ever audition for American Idol? Hell no. Do you know anyone who thinks they're more talented than they are? Lol wow, this is mean. I don't think so. Do you buy gum? Rarely, even though I like it. What's your favorite dollar store? I don’t have a favorite, I'd say? But I think we normally go to Dollar General. How many cell phones have you had in your lifetime? Maybe like, six? Have you ever been inside a Victorian mansion? BITCH I WISH!!!!!!!!!!!! I would kill to get married in one, omfGGGGGGGGGGG. What was the most boring field trip you ever want on? I don't remember a bad one. I loved going on field trips. The last time you went, what were your favorite rides at Cedar Point? I’ve never been. Which country would you most like to visit? Eeeeek idk, but probably South Africa. What are your favorite types of videos to watch on YouTube? What I watch on YouTube has become pretty diverse, but I know my favorites are easily Mark's actual big projects w/ egos 'n shit alksjdflk;w gOOD SHIT MY FRIENDS. I still love let's plays, of course! Are you a hoarder? No. Is there a guy (or girl) that you wish things had worked out with? Yes. If you were to start a collection, what would it be? I'd loooove Shadow of the Colossus stuff, particularly the amazing figures they used to have only in Japan. And World of Warcraft stuff; all I have rn is an Illidan poster and a fae dragon plushy hanging from my ceiling that Jason got me. If you were rich, what things would you get done cosmetically? Mother of god, a lot. #1, make me skinny again for the love of fuck. Which would result in loose skin being taken off and probably a breast lift because being overweight ruined my comfort with them laskdjfw. Whiten my teeth and give me laser hair removal surgery on my legs, please. Are your parents too controlling? Not at all. Who is your favorite fictitious redhead? VOL'JIN Blizzard what the FUCK give him BACK What shows have you seen on Broadway? None. Who is the prettiest Asian YouTuber that you can think of? Bitch Mark is Korean and he's gorgeous as fuck goddamn it ain't fair. But this is a weird question. What is the best news you've heard lately? When my mom got a follow-up blood test, things looked good!! She especially needed to level out her sugar, which she did well on. She also didn't lose or gain any weight, so that's wonderful. Have you ever flown first class? Hunny I am v poor. Have you ever had food SO bad in a restaurant that you sent it back? I don't believe so, anyway. Do you talk in your sleep? Very regularly now. Have you ever locked yourself out of your house? OOF, yes. Are you the type of person who can shake insults off easily, or do they tend to stick around in your brain & bother you? They stick with me for a long, long time. At least two I remember from years upon years ago. Who was the last person you cut out of your life intentionally? My old therapist that I trusted and loved when I fucking shouldn't have. Where were you raised? By who? Eastern NC, by my parents. What were your first words? "Dada." What were some of your favorite things when you were young? DINOSAURS, Webkinz, Pokemon, and Spyro, to name a few. What did you grow up listening to? Mostly country and pop music. What games did you play in the past? Spyro was my obsession, and I also loved hunting games (ironic, as irl I would never even consider it???) as well as fishing ones, plus Crash Bandicoot. What was the best birthday party you ever had? I'm not sure. How about the best vacation? I'm unsure; I haven't really been on a lot. Do you have any secrets you never intend to tell? Yup. What memory would you like to disappear from your mind forever? A nightmare I had about my dad. If you were someone else, would you be friends with the person you are now? Yeah. Do you consider yourself a smart person? No. What friend in your life has been the greatest influence to you? I don't know. Where is the scariest place you’ve ever been? What made it so terrifying? I shared a bedroom with an EXTREMELY volatile, violent woman once in the mental hospital. As in she had to go in solitary when she had a violent episode, during which she became very destructive to her surroundings, so as you could guess, I was worried about my own wellbeing. She was eventually moved because I was that uncomfortable. Did you celebrate Easter? Are there any holidays you are more inclined to celebrate than others? If so, which? Well, Easter hasn't come yet, but we'll probably go to my sister's house for the kids. We'll celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving without fail. We don't pay much attention to others. I'd LOVE to do something for Halloween, we just never have anywhere to go/anything to do. What was the last thing you deleted? Pictures. What colors make up the majority of your wardrobe? Is there any color you like, but don’t wear often? There's black there. Oh, there's s'more black. What's that???? More bLACK????? MAN, I wish I could pull off pink. When was the last time you were in any amount of pain? I had a pretty intense headache yesterday. Who was the last person to hug you? Do you hug this person often? My niece, and yeah, every time I visit. What are you most likely to argue or debate about? The fact I almost never leave my pajamas lmao. What was the last show you watched? Have you seen it before, or is it something you’re watching for the first time? A few days back, I was reeeaaally bored and actually watched TV deliberately, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?????? It was The Witcher; wasn't bad. I'd be willing to watch more. How would you describe your taste in clothing? What would a dream outfit look like to you? uuuuuggggGHHHHHHHH let me be GOTH. Give me a corsette if they weren't notoriously uncomf with plenty of chains 'n stuff. BIG, SPIKY BOOTS. SKINNY LEATHER PANTS. UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH. Have you ever tried snowboarding? No. What’s your favorite planet besides Earth? Saturn is dope. Would you ever be a coach for any sport? Nope. What color of eyes do you have? Blue. Do you like tacos? NOOOOOOOOO. White or red wine? Wine is gross. Do you prefer foxes or wolves? Foxes. What’s the youngest you would consider dating? No younger than 21. Do you think suits are sexy? mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Did you go to high school with your current best friend? No. What is your boss’ (or school prinicpal’s) name? N/A Were you a fan of Michael Jackson before he died? I was never really a fan. Respected him immensely as a musician, I just didn't care much about his music. Turkey or ham for Thanksgiving? Ham. Turkey is always too dry and stringy. Do you look good in hats? I wouldn't know, I haven't worn one in forever. Never with short hair. Colons or equal signs for your smiley face's eyes? Colons. Do you like architecture? If so, do you have a favourite style or structure that you’d like to make note? Yes, and I should really have an answer for this, as architecture was a big part in Art History... Ummm Etruscan stands out, and of course Roman/Greek (even after the class I don't remember their differences well...). I love Middle Eastern architecture, too. What is one of your favorite words, in any language, and why? I just love the sound of "serendipity," as well as uhhhh "sakura" in Japanese and "kanji" in Chinese. I'm trying to think of a German one, as there certainly are some, but they're evading me right now. Where is the farthest you’ve travelled on foot? JESUS FUCK probably going to get Sara's brother from school, mother of all that is holy. But it might just feel like it because it was during the peak of my muscle atrophy in my legs. Are there any songs that you perhaps like but avoid because it makes you sad when heard? A good number. Do you like the area that you live in? What do you like or dislike about the area? NO. There's not shit to do and it's not aesthetically pleasing at all. Do you have a memory of when you really thought that you have lucked out on something? If so, what was it? Uhhhhh. A handful, I guess? Oh, uh, the suicide attempt to name one and probably the biggest. I took way too many of those pills to experience almost zero symptoms of an overdose; I did look up what "too many" was, because I wanted that. I'd say I was pretty fuckin lucky. If you have apps on your mobile phone, which one do you use the most? Facebook. Which do you like better: fantasy or science fiction novels? Why? FANTASY!!! I think it allows more creativity and possibilities of something magically "making sense" because yeah, it's fantasy. Science fiction has more "realness" to it, more, obviously, scientific elements versus make-believe. Do you like opossums? Do you think it is ethically right for others to keep opossums as pets? OPOSSUMS!!!!!!!!! ARE!!!!!!!!!! FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're my second-favorite animals kdsja;lkdjaw. BUT ANYWAY, no, unless it's for rescue reasons. When was the last time someone asked you a huge favor or advice? Do you get asked often by this person? Oh I have no idea. Probably my mom? And no, definitely not. She hates asking for help. What are your thoughts on nihilism? I definitely get it, but it's not my personal outlook. Do you like the snow? More like love. What are your thoughts and feelings towards work/jobs in general? I don't know? I've never even had a real, steady job, so it's hard to really answer... I've only had bad experiences. It's kinda weird to me how you have to work your ass off (usually) to get a job you enjoy, as well as slave for some stupid green paper until the day you die just to stay alive and healthy. But at the same time, it offers a sense of fulfilment and is as well something productive and beneficial to the masses to do. Civilization would be very, very different and unadvanced if we were without them, so I guess it is a necessary thing. Humans gotta work together to keep where we're at. Do you believe in astrology? I've never actually elaborated why I don't believe in it so there ya go: not in the slightest. All it does is offer extremely broad characteristics that, in some light, almost anyone can relate to so they feel included in something. We naturally want to "belong" within something as social creatures, and astrology is an easy one with it being so vast. It gives equally indirect advice that can be applied to a multitude of situations, so people just mold what they read to fit their world. Don't base your goddamn life choices on the random positioning of shit in space. What is something that you’ve made/created? Do you take pride in your creations? Well, way way way too many OCs that I do indeed love a hell of a lot. If you have a Tumblr account, do you have any followers that you wish would not follow you? Well I'm sure there are bots. What kind of books do you generally enjoy to read? Fantasy stuff, mostly. But I also love novels with deep meaning, particularly about life in general. A good plot is mandatory. Does the quality of a video, on YouTube or a television, matter to you? I mean of course in some situations, like if I'm watching something educational/something to gain visual knowledge from. What is one situation that may cause you to become shy (if there is any)? Don't don't don't don't don't point out that my serious interests/things I massively love are "weird" like it's been years and I can still barely explain why my biggest tattoo is a tribute to some fuckface on the Internet lmao. When one is depressed, what can a friend do about it? Do you find that there is a good method to approach people in helping them combat depression? It is SO important to, first, ask them what they want. Do they want advice, an ear to just listen, just your presence, to be alone? As for combating depression, that greatly depends on the origin (if any) of theirs. There are so many factors in answering this question, but what I mentioned should, imo, always be the start. Do you tend to listen to music that embraces your mood or does music dictate your mood? Is it a little bit of both? Definitely both. When I'm sad though, I'm almost definitely listening to somber music too. Do you find yourself to be generally a forgiving person? I'm too goddamn forgiving. Do you have an embarrassing memory that you now look back at and can laugh? If so and if you’re comfortable, could you share one here? Omg I have a Bible-length collection of those suckers. I'd prefer not to. What is one skill that you have worked hard to develop? Is there still room for improvement on that skill? Damn, anxiety-coping mechanisms and actually trusting them to help me through attacks. I used to be convinced that they were useless because it just wouldn't work and weren't immediately effective, but you've gooooooot to trust the process, friends. What do you consider to be your main passion(s) and how did they come about? Spreading awareness of the seriousness of mental health and the comfort of knowing there's hope. You can never stop pushing. My own experience with mental health struggles is definitely the deeeep roots of that. Who do you think influenced you the most in your life so far? Why? Jason changed my life in many ways. Trauma does that. He taught me a lot about the necessity of having faith in yourself to survive on your own, a shitload about love and how it's not some fairy tale, and that people change, even those you least expect to. What is something that you have overheard people talk about that really bothered you? I could name more than a few things about race stuff, living where I do. What do you normally say or how do you normally act in response to a compliment? I usually do this shy laugh and say "thank you" with too much enthusiasm. How many books do you own? Do you have more physical books than electronic books? I've no clue where a lot of my old ones are. I have no electronic ones; I strongly prefer to read a physical book. What are your thoughts on higher education? Is it really necessary? In your opinion, what changes can be made? Depending on your aspiring career, it can be necessary, but just as easily, it can be unnecessary. I know for a fucking fact it should not be NEARLY as expensive as it is. Maybe even free, but I have no idea what monetary concerns that could cause with whoever runs the place. Have you ever received a heartfelt compliment from a stranger? Probably at some point. How many people would you consider to be extremely close to you? "Extremely"... like three lmao. Maybe one more or so. When was the last time you had to speak to a crowd? How well did that go? When I was taking pictures at a wedding last. It went okay. How would you describe your general outlook towards humanity? We by no means deserve to be the apex predator and Earth would be a shitload better without us. How long do you think you could last without any contact with your significant other, best friend, or a person whom you consider would be the closest to you? I'll use my mom here, in which case idk. I don't particularly want to find out. I talk to her at LEAST by text daily. Every day now that she can't work/is always home with me. Have you ever realised that someone was lying, but it was too late to confront them? Nope. Eventually speaking up is how I lost her, but.

#survey #quiz #questions

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anonymous-wolf22 · 4 years

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Fuck Yeah

1: Name Kai

2: Age 22

3: 3 Fears Fiance leaving me, never meeting him face-to-face, being alone with my thoughts

4: 3 things I love My fiance, food/desserts, and animals ^^

5: 4 turns on Hell, anything my fiance says to me, forced to submit, pain, and just looking at my fiance

6: 4 turns off Talking bout my parents, my current life situation, thinking about a certain asshole, and my depressing thoughts seeping through

7: My best friend That one’s hard.... It’s a tie between David and Kiana, though I’m leaning more towards David

8: Sexual orientation Bi-sexual <3

9: My best first date What first date?

10: How tall am I 5.1 ft :’(

11: What do I miss Triple Chocolate Fudge Cake

12: What time were I born 1:03 pm

13: Favorite color Black, Red, Purple, and Blue

14: Do I have a crush Yep :)

15: Favorite quote I got lots

“It’s funny how someone can break your heart and you still love them with all the tiny pieces”

“I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you”

“The demons are back and stronger than ever. They are looking for a fight, looking to win, and this time, I might just let them.....”

16: Favorite place Does in my fiances arms count if I haven’t been there yet?

17: Favorite food They are all number 1 <3

18: Do I use sarcasm Sometimes

19: What am I listening to right now Criminal by Britney Spears

20: First thing I notice in new person Hmm, the way they act, their personality~

21: Shoe size Fuck, idk lmao

22: Eye color Blue

23: Hair color Dirty-Blonde (Wish it was black)

24: Favorite style of clothing I don’t know, I guess loose and comfy

25: Ever done a prank call? Can’t remember

27: Meaning behind my URL Don’t have one

28: Favorite movie Fuck, uhhhh..... Deadpool 1&2 for now~

29: Favorite song Lot’s, Baby Don’t Cut - Bmike, Anxiety - Blackbear, Hold On - Chord Overstreet, and more fucking depressing songs <3

30: Favorite band Hmmm.... Ramstein

31: How I feel right now Eh, depressed, loved, horny, sad, upset, happy, it’s all jumbled up

32: Someone I love My fiance~

33: My current relationship status Engaged <3 <3

34: My relationship with my parents I wouldn’t care if they died, not going to lie, I would do it if there were no consequences

35: Favorite holiday Halloween ;o

36: Tattoos and piercing i have Sadly, no tats yet. Only piercings I have so far, are my ears

37: Tattoos and piercing i want Tattoo: A knife going through a skull with chains loosely wrapped around it Piercing: The tip of my ears

38: The reason I joined Tumblr My fiance told me about it, and it was an easier way for us to chat with each other and send each other all of the dirty little naughty things we want~

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I don’t know if he hates me, but I don’t know if I hate him, I’m just fucked up and confused

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Sometimes

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope, but I hope to soon~

42: When did I last hold hands? Hold hands? I think that was in 8th grade when my friend Kiana was dragging me away from the bullies

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Like 5-10 minutes

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yep

45: Where am I right now? In my cursed room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Depends, where am I? In England, my fiance. Here? I don’t know, Kiana

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Depends on the type of music playing, and also what it’s playing from, like headphones.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Unfortunately

49: Am I excited for anything? 2024 :3

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yep

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Honestly? 97% of the time

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? I don’t know, uhmmm..... think it was in 11th grade

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Well, that’s a hard one, cause I have yet to kiss anyone. But, say if it was my fiance, I would slap the shit out of whoever he is kissing, and probably shove a stick up their @$$

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? ....

55: What is something I disliked about today? No chocolate

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? My fiance, I just want him in front of me and to hug him and never let go~

57: What do I think about most? 2024, Desserts, Fiance, Music, Pets, unfortunately, John

58: What’s my strangest talent? Uhhh.... Don’t really have any, I guess hiding how I truly feel inside

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Is being deathly afraid of ants a strange phobia?

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, 100%

61: What was the last lie I told? That I was fine

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? I don’t know, they both seem a bit weird to me

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts, yes. Aliens? I don’t know

64: Do I believe in magic? Who knows

65: Do I believe in luck? Sometimes

66: What’s the weather like right now? Clear

67: What was the last book I’ve read? A fan-fiction of RWBY

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yesssss

69: Do I have any nicknames? K

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? My arm twisting completely around

71: Do I spend money or save it? Save

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope :(

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? Eww, fuck noooo

74: Favorite animal? Entire Cat family and wolves

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Watching “Love 020″ on Netflix

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Hmmm.... I have no clue, never really thought about it

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Lots, but, definitely this one: Dream of You - Camila Cabello and Battle Scars - Lupe Fiasco

78: How can you win my heart? Be mindful of how I truly feel, care for me like no one ever has, be a dominant

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? "I had so many battle scars from my war, but my love healed them away~”

80: What is my favorite word? Chocolate

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @thelonewolf84 @we-are-beautiful-s0uls @britishdom

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? I don’t give a fuck what you think about who I love

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Yeah, my bio-father

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Invisibility

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? What my thoughts are about my ex or how I feel towards him or what I would say if I was allowed the chance to ask him 1 thing

86: What is my current desktop picture? I have it on shuffle, but currently it’s on a picture of an anime boy playing the piano in the rain

87: Had sex? Not yet ;)

88: Bought condoms? Nope

89: Gotten pregnant? Do I seriously need to answer that?

90: Failed a class? Yes.... I think

91: Kissed a boy? Not yet ;)

92: Kissed a girl? Nope

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Haven’t kissed anyone!!! Omg

94: Had job? Not yet

95: Left the house without my wallet? What wallet?

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Fuck no!

97: Had sex in public? -sigh-

98: Played on a sports team? Yep, soccer and baseball when I was 8-11

99: Smoked weed? Nope

100: Did drugs? Nope

101: Smoked cigarettes? Almost

102: Drank alcohol? Mhm

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Fuck no! I want my bacon and kielbasa!!!

104: Been overweight? Nope

105: Been underweight? Currently am

106: Been to a wedding? Yep, my aunts

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes lol, longer

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes lol, longer

109: Been outside my home country? Not yet

110: Gotten my heart broken? ....yes.....

111: Been to a professional sports game? I...think so....?

112: Broken a bone? Many, many times. I was very clumsy in my teens, I still am but have yet to break any bones so far

113: Cut myself? Yes and yes, to both ways

114: Been to prom? No, skipped it

115: Been in airplane? -shivers- Too scared to be in one, but I will have to when I go to England

116: Fly by helicopter? Nope

117: What concerts have I been to? None

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yep

119: Learned another language? Mhm, spanish

120: Wore make up? No

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Still a virgin.....

122: Had oral sex? Nope

123: Dyed my hair? Want to

124: Voted in a presidential election? Nope, fuck politics

125: Rode in an ambulance? Yep

126: Had a surgery? Mhm

127: Met someone famous? Nope

128: Stalked someone on a social network? Hehe....yeah lol

129: Peed outside? I don’t remember if I have or have not

130: Been fishing? Yes... My instructor ate the worms ;-;

131: Helped with charity? Yep ^^

132: Been rejected by a crush? Yep

133: Broken a mirror? Yeah

134: What do I want for birthday? Depends, which birthday? This year, Triple Chocolate Fudge cake. 2024, to be in my fiance’s arms~

#took to long #it was awesome though #love surveys #and my fiance #more of me #surveys #depressed #i got insomnia #love yall

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A Brother’s Promise

It was mid September when they decided to throw an unexpected surprise party at the Disney company. Oswald himself was told by his charismatic little brother, Mickey, to help them set up. It didn't bothered him too much since he's going to be making most of the snacks like seafood and other buffet variety stuff. As long as it was healthy and that he had help.

Except that Mickey never gave his answer about what is it about and he just said 'It's a surprise!' and he has to wait along with the other staffs at their father's company.

No matter what people say about their father, Mickey and Oswald where actually well respected. They were actually the ones who made their family's name much better than their old man himself. They don't believed of getting their high positioned jobs through 'please, daddy' and they have it with a beautiful red bow. No no no! They even insisted that they worked FOR it and earned their keeps to achieved it.

Mickey was their best animator at the company aside from Ubbe Eert Iwerks. Unlike most cliche boss’s kid attitude they all thought he would have, he was very optimistic, hard working, colorful and very kind person. He was just like his cartoon counter part and Disney's iconic mascot. Everyone who worked with him were always happy.

Oswald was his older brother and the head mechanic of the new Disneyland maintenance team. It was a quite a surprise for them when he was an inventor of a sort and even more when they learned that he was a five times champion from Chinese boxing tournaments. Not even his size was estimated by bigger guys you could meet at the night bars. He was similar to his brother's optimistic mind but more realistic. He was mature, calm, smooth and can sometimes be intimidating if he catches someone being disrespectful to his brother or to another person. (Or if one of his staffs being lazy without putting a descent amount of work first too.) Nevertheless, he was very well respected and liked.

Both were at the presence once the big night have arrived. The party was inside their studio due to a thunder/rain storm and the room was like one of those school prom but with their animator's team, the maintenance’s team, even their janitors and their three, old maids from their 'old' home that took care of them since they were little aside their mother when she used to work as the secretary.

Oswald was just standing alone, leaning at a naked wall that wasn't covered with a curtain or piled up with chairs. He was wearing his favorite blue vest with a dragon on, along with a white rolled up sleeves, black gloves, black dress pants and knee high boots. He didn't do much with his twin tailed hair aside he groomed it very well. He was observing everyone and just listened whenever he heard something interesting. He also had a punch cup in one of his hand.

He always was shown as a 'second' best compared to his popular brother, but he knows better that it wasn't his brother's fault that he has that certain charm and that his brother will always there for him. Even at his worst one time...

He then noticed that his brother was emerging from the crowd as he was attempting to leave them for a moment. He was wearing his signature rep carpet night outfit. He had his black suit with his matching red bow tie, white shirt, yellow gloves, red dress pants and his best pair of black dressed shoes. He finally arrived with a big plate full of a variety of delicacies that he made most of them that was enough for two.

“I figured you wanted something to eat. I haven't seen you at the buffet earlier.” Mickey started their conversation. “I was just thirsty at the time.” Oswald stated, but he did took some vegetables off his plate. “You looked good tonight.” He complemented his little brother. Mickey flustered at this sudden unexpected praise. “Oh! Er, Thank you! You look handsomer- er, I mean, more handsome! Like, you look great too!” He fumbled his words as Oswald chuckled a bit at his brother's little goofy moment. “Ha ha, thank you.”

They took a couple of minutes of silence to watch over among their workers as they all socialized as they much on. Oswald then broke off their silence. “It's still amazing that even with what's been going on in the world, I'm glad that there's some good times like these.” Mickey tried to think of another subject. “Say, how's that new role with that martial arts movie they've been working on?”

“Where have you heard that?” Oswald raised an eyebrow. Did his little brother still kept an eye out for him, even with his busy schedule? “You know I've been keeping up with what's going on with the movie sets, you can't hide it from me. I know you'll be great with that leading role of martial art vigilante.” Mickey smirked with a wink. He knew that his big brother will be well suited for this role and a great opportunity for him to stand out from their shadows. “I know you deserve it.”

“I doubt it would be successful. It's been a while since the industry made those kinds of Chinese influenced films and most were barely recognizable here in the states.” Oswald stated. “Don't think like that! I saw that part of the shoot and I think it would look great on the big screen once it's done! I bet that more people will love to see it once they noticed your awe inspiring fighting techniques!” Mickey tried to cheer him up. “Or maybe IF it flunked like you'd said, you can always try for a cooking show special.”

“You already beat me at that.” He said. “Just a dessert special, but you can still make a pretty good Eastern meals like the ones you've made tonight. They're very delicious just like mom used to make-!” Mickey then realized that he brought up a bit of a touchy subject. It wasn't offensive, it just that she passed away almost a decade ago. They both loved their mother and they reminisces of how they used to be as a real family. “I.. know she would have been very proud of your cooking skills if she was still with us today.” Mickey said what he think their late mother would have said to his older brother. “True, but I think she would have said your desserts were the best tonight first.” Oswald tried to be more realistic. “Not exactly! Mom was-*Sniff sniff* Do you smell something amazingly familiar?” Mickey asked and then he too took a sniff. They then both took a good silent whiff until they realized what it is. They then turn on each other with sparking stars in their eyes and spoke with a smile. “Chocolate!” They said in union.

No matter how much of a heath conscious, young men they were, they both love chocolate sweets, especially Mickey.

They noticed that they've just put a chocolate fountain along with a variety of fresh cut fruits. If Mickey did knew about it, Oswald would have noticed it sooner. “I'm going to get a bunch! I've saved my sweet tooth for this!” He then rushes to it. Guess that leaves the rabbit in charge of their drinks.

It didn't take him long for him to get milk, but he can't say the same thing about his little brother. Getting their fruits and chocolates were easy, it's the crowd that's keeping him 'captive.' Oswald was thankful that he didn't have to deal with that kind of attention. He would have laugh it off for all the times he wished he was more popular, now he was just thankful for having his little 'privacy' time.

It may took a few minutes, but Mickey finally made it. He was a bit short of breath. “So sorry... They... wouldn't... stop asking... for everything.” “Here, let's take a seat before you drop and create more attention for yourself.” He said and suggested to their seats behind him. They immediately started to clean up their plate and chocolate dip. Occasionally, there was someone who came up to Mickey for a small talk and that leaves Oswald for more samples that he took advantage, but he did leave some for Mickey and the last one. He finished it off and then admittedly said. “Sometimes, I envy your personal time alone.”

He was surprised at that. “I wouldn't say that. You have what most people want to be these days in this movie or animated industries.” Mickey wanted to corrected that confusion. “I'm not saying that I don't like it, it's just... I get a little overwhelmed sometimes and... I get a little tired sometimes too.” He then rested his head on his shoulder to emphasis it. Oswald may not know all what's going on with Mickey's celebrity life style, but he can see behind that mask he puts up in front of everyone that he gets tired, in more meanings than that.

He then noticed their father, Walt Disney, and one of their top animators, Ubbe Eert Iwerks, entered and they made quite a commotion. He also saw Ubbe holding a large envelope which he's guessing it might contain some sketches for either a cartoon or a new park ride. He bets it's for a cartoon cause if it WAS for a new park ride, he would know it way before anybody! He nudged his shoulder to wake him up. “Hey, dad's here.” Mickey grunted a bit and snapped his eyes opened once he realized it. “Ah! Finally! Quick Ozzy! We need you to be there before he announces the big surprise.” Oswald was confused but before he said anything else, Mickey quickly grabbed his wrist and dragged him to their father's side.

Oswald was curious of why he was needed when it was just a cartoon promotions. It was usually his brother's spotlight moments for those occasions. He did have those kinds of spotlights too for a new attraction or mechanics ideas. Why the sudden switch?

He was then placed on his father's left side and everybody looked at them. Walt then spoke. “I would like to start by saying thank you for everybody that has made it tonight's celebration of the return of a once beloved character.”

Oswald raised an eye brow. Surely it wasn't supposed to be Mickey in his spot? He looked at his little brother and he was just pumped up with excitement with little hops. Seemingly that it's a surprise that involves him and he had something to do with it.

His father continued as he was doing that. “Years ago, back when Ub and myself used to work for the Universe Studio animations, we've created a cartoon character for the company that we used to think that it will become one of the most beloved character for children of all ages. Along with other animators, we've made about twenty-six shorts before... an dispute for a proposal. Despite that it was our creation, under their contract and agreement, we had to leave that character behind. That character is also named Oswald that my late wife and myself gave to our first son.” He then placed a hand on Oswald's shoulder. He was surprised just as much as almost everybody else in the room.

He knew that he had a vague memory on the cartoons he used to watch that had a similar name and that he knew that his little brother was named after their company mascot, but he would NEVER imagine that he was too, named after another character his father created even BEFORE he founded the company.

“After many years, Ub and I wanted to bring back that lucky rabbit back to the animated family.” His father replied and then it was Ube's turn. “We did many times to negotiate a few, but ended with no results until Mickey came for one more try.” Then everybody turned to Mickey as he just waved a bit. “To be honest, I don't really exactly know what he did to convinced them, but somehow he manage to have them hand over the rights of the character. Now that it's official, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit is now welcomed in the Disney Animation Studios. We might say that he's like the older brother like ours is.” Ube lightly complimented him as he opened up the envelope and showed the rabbit character that was singed by Walt and Mickey themselves.

Then everybody was in cheers and clapping gleefully. Oswald was blushing but feel extremely happy on the inside and smiled a little. He then got surprised as his little brother picks him up with his usual bro hug with a big grind on his face. Which on the side note, he's ridiculously strong despite his size. “Eeeeeee! I'm so proud of you! Now we both have characters as true brothers!”

“Yeah... Thanks... can't... breathe... Mickey.” Oswald spoke while trying to catch some fresh air from his little brother's binding hugging arms.

Then suddenly the joy was interrupted with a loud thunder clapping and a door burst opened. Everybody looked at the direction of their front exit door as Mickey then puts Oswald down gently.

There were two individuals. One that was a bit higher and bigger than the average person and the other one was about the same height and size as Mickey. But this isn't just random people they don't know. It's actually the people they knew very well from their debut as the CEO's of Joey Drew Studio the Third.

Bendy DeMon and Boris Wolfenstein. Bendy had the signature white tuxedo with a black floof from his red carpet debut while Boris had on his overly large fur coat with his black fedora and matching tuxedo suit holding the umbrella.

Everybody was in shock as they came in to 'greet' them. They all whispered among themselves. Some were nervous, others were a bit bitter from the fact that they knew him a bit too well when they used to work under them.

“Why... It's Bendy DeMon.” “The newest chairman of that notorious Joey Drew Studios?” “Did the Disneys invited them?” “No, I don't think so.” “What does he want here?” “I preferred the thunderstorm's company over them.” “Shh! They'll hear you!”

Despite all the whispers they 'might' have heard, both of them weren't fazed at all. They then reached to Ube, Walt, Oswald and Mickey.

Bendy spoke. “Well, quite a glittering assemblage, dear Waltz. The animators, the mechanics, the janitors, the maids and...” He then sees the brothers and chuckles “How quaint. Even the rabbles.” Mickey tries to protest, but Oswald holds him back.

It was no secret that both Mickey and Bendy had a sour history between them and behind the curtains. Nobody knew how it all started and barely knew how it ended. The only things for sure is that Mickey doesn't like the way Bendy treated his animators poorly, despite how well they were paid and how he acted like a stereotypical, celebrity jerk with a big ego.

Bendy despise Mickey due to the fact that he was the complete opposite of him and that he was just like his animated counterpart. They think that the reason is that he was probably just jealous of his humble reputation and he was a well respected individual.

Nevertheless, they both have a rocky relationship and that they both once agreed to keep it 'just between themselves.'

Bendy kept his classy demeanor in the presence of his 'enemy's territory.' “I was surprised to noticed you we're all having a humble peasant party. I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.” He responded as he took out a cigarette and fumbled in his pocket for a lighter.

“You weren't wanted and this is a no smoking zone. Do it outside if you had to!” One of their animator's spoke up against him. “Not wan-!” He was surprised and dropped his cigarette from his mouth. Everybody turned to the guy who had protested. “Tony! What are you doing? You're going to get in trouble!” His friend who was next to him said.

Under 'normal' circumstances, Bendy and Boris would have made... arrangements for mouthing them off. But since this isn't their territory, they can't do it, but they can 'intimidate' and provoke.

Bendy took a shot. “Tony? As in Tony Teebits? That lousy, wannabe animator who proposed to me months ago with a new cat character? And then he was fired with a farewell gift of a half a box of raisin muffins? HA ha ha! Don't tell me Nickel Mousey and his pops hired you here.” He mocked him off.

But the guy surprised him with agreement. “Yes they did! And their treatments were much better than your pays!” That made him grumbled and showed his gritting teeth. Bendy then mumbled. “You better pray that we don't found out where you live, tick flea!” He then cleared his throat, turns around to the Disney family and resumed his classy speech. “Oh dear, what an awkward situation! I've noticed it from someone and stopped here out of curiosity. What kind of children party is it?” He asked teasingly to Walt.

“It's a celebration of the return of Oswald the lucky rabbit character. I'm sure you've met my elder son before, right?”

“You mean Oddball the forgettable rabbit? Hardly knew him.” He disses him and that angers Mickey as he was holding in.

“Maybe this will help you jog a memory. The design is still a bit out dated, but I think it will suit him well once we start a new animated shorts.” Ube showed him the rabbit character and he was overly exaggerated with his disgusted expression. “Ugh! Oh, I wouldn't ask the devil himself to take him! Too old school and no appeal. What a horrid, corny, rabbit rip-off!”

Mickey then defended at that point. “You shouldn't judge a character base on their looks! Give him a chance in the spotlight!” Walt then jumped in for a calmer conversation. “Mickey has a point. We're doing a storyboard of the first few episodes. He'll be like a co-star character like Donald Duck or Goofy and we're also planning on making a few merchandise along the way.” Oswald then pulls his brother away as Mickey still giving him the angry stare.

“You mean you haven't made this 'publicly' yet?” Bendy asked out of curiosity. Everybody raised an uneasy suspicion. What does he mean? Ube then told him. “Not quite. We've just reveal our reclaim and that we'll announce it in public in a few days.”

He then maliciously smiled and took out a check book. “If it's not made in 'public' yet, I'll buy it from you right now. Just name your price, old chap!” He then set it on the table that was a free space of the varieties of desserts.

Everybody was in shock. But then Mickey marched up to him and said. “Bendy! You can't just buy him off! We worked really hard to have him back and I can't just hand him off over a check!” Oswald followed him up afterwards for protection. He knew that Mickey and Bendy were popular in their 'public image,' but there's another side of them that might get ugly.

Bendy tsked at him. “You think I was talking to you? You're just a measly animator under daddy's work. I'm talking to the REAL boss here!” He shows no sing of respect to him as he took out his pen. “Hey Walt! How much for that rabbit?”

“I'm afraid you've asked the wrong person. In actuality, Mickey was the one who have the rights of Oswald and in any future events that something happens to me, so will his animated character.” Walt explained.

Bendy was shocked. “What? You're telling me that his guy is going to be in charge one day AND who I'm supposed to be 'nice' with?” Boris the calms him down. “He does have a point.” He just tsked at Boris and then spoke to the crowd. “Don't make me laugh again. He only worked 'officially' for three years and you all treat him like he was some sort of an idol of a cult.”

Ube tried to reassure him. “He might be young but he is just as responsible as a successful animator.” Everybody was agreeing with him. Except for the two uninvited guests.

Bendy then had another idea. For an insult. “That I agreed. Once this place is bankrupted, he'll be selling his kindergarten pictures for fifty cents each, while his 'big bro' will be recycling old cardboard boxes for their new houses. AH hahahahaha!” He mockingly laugh it off while Mickey and Oswald frowned at that and crossed their arms.

They were used to Bendy's mockery of their art and mechanic skill receptively, but they still weren't impressed of his idea against their humility and compassion to the people around them.

He then proceeds to write in his check book after he cleared his throat. “Now really, enough of this childish games, Mousey. I'll pay you twice of what it's worth.” He started to write a bit. “Come now! I'm really being more than 'generous' here for an 'old friend.'” He then realized that there was no ink coming out of his signature pen. He then shook it violently as he said. “Blast this custom made pen. Blast-this-wreched-F#-KIN-PEN! BLARGH! *Gasped! *” He was surprised at the end when the ink splattered out and sprinkled at the front. Only to be stained on Mickey's signature soiree tuxedo as he shielded it from getting on Oswald's favourite white and blue dragon vest.

Everybody was shocked when it happened. They we're expecting a heated argument at any moment, like most people would do if they've ruined a lovely suit, but Mickey didn't. Despite that happened, he still has that angry expression, remains calm and dust off invisible dusts. Oswald was surprised of his brother, he knew that he would be there for him but not at this level.

Bendy then chuckled nervously, but he then continued to write again as if that never happened. “Oh... well. At least you still have that old black suit. Now then! How much do you want and when will you hand over the rights? Tomorrow? Three days?”

It was just then Mickey had enough. “Never.” He would say in a rare tone that he would use to anyone unless it was serious. Bendy was taken aback and then looks up to Mickey. “I'm sorry, has my request left you confused? Let me simplify: I will buy Oswald the Lucky Rabbit from you by twice the worth you've paid.” He then glared at him with a menacing smile. “I understood you and I said 'Never.' I am not selling that character. Do you understand?” Mickey wasn't budging from his position.

He knew the real Bendy before he became a famous CEO of Joey Drew Studio. He has a few ideas of the real 'reason' why he wanted to own the rights of his brother's cartoon character he was named after. He knew that he would make him the butt of the cartoon Bendy's jokes and if one day they wanted to get rid of him, they would burn all of the character models and proof so that he or someone in the Disney family wouldn't get the chance to have him back again. He knew that would not only insult his older brother, but to anger him personally!

Bendy raised an eyebrow and then turned to the crowd with a playful act. “Did anyone heard this? Is he rally serious about missing a chance of cash opportunity over a little character? I... Ha! I really am confused.” He then tore a slip from his check book and then Boris tried to say that he seems serious until he then cuts him off. “Oh Boris, he MUST be joking.” He then handed out the check to Mickey, but he still refused. “No, I mean it, Bendy. You are not getting Oswald.” He tighten his fists besides him.

Bendy then persisted and kept his mask under pressure as he demanded again. “I said. I. Want. to. Buy. That. Stupid. Rabbit.” He once again flashed his check in front of him, but he still refused. “No matter how many times you'll say it, I will not change my answer. You are not getting him and that's final!” Mickey put his foot down as it encouraged some of the other people in the room.

“Yeah!” “You tell him, Mick!” “Oswald deserves better!” “He's your brother!” “He's not a loser!” “He's better than this!”

That made Bendy angrier and then he spat. “Are you people serious? You expect that faith, trust and pixie dust crap thing will help you with your futures, finances and all that sh!t? Nobody barely knew this rabbit and you think that he will be just as popular as that Nickel Mousey HE was named after with just a few episodes?” He then pointed at Mickey.

Oswald had just about enough of him and decided to 'escort' him out before it escalated. However, Mickey raised his arms to block him to prevent him of doing so. “And just how can you be so certain that it will not succeed if he hasn't given a chance? If he's not as popular as you say, the he will be at least on the same level as Goofy and Donald Duck! Just wait and see what we can do with our hard work and creativity!” Mickey protested and then the whole room cheered with him.

It was by then Bendy started to loose his temper. “Why you- Bunch of- Lunatics- Happy-” He then decided to tore up the check. “Alright, Mickey! You win! Keep that rodent forgettable character for all I care! Do whatever your animators wanted to do with him! Roast him at Easter supper!” He then threw the pieces up in the air like confetti. “But if you're begging on the streets, don't you ever come near me asking for help. Boris!” He shouted him as if it was a signal to leave. “I'm through with all of you! You amateur animators! You rusty mechanics! You house maids toilet cleaners! The old Farts!” He then decided to display his bitterness by throwing an uncut whip cream pie to the crowd while he said his final piece. “AND THOSE BRATTY, RODENT BROTHERS MICKEY AND OSWALD F#CKING DISNEY!” The whole crowd was surprised as the pie was flung rapidly across the room and even more shockingly, there was a person who caught it with such ease as if it remained intact. It was Mickey. He then held it with his right has and rest his fist on his hip as he then glared back again at Bendy as they left the building.

The whole room was silent apart there was a faint sound of ripping tire that can be heard from outside, indicating that they must have left in fury. Mickey then took a deep breath and then spoke. “I'm sorry. It was me that he was really after.” He then placed the pie back on the table. But the old maids spoke out. “It's not your fault, Mickey!” “Flora's right. He wasn't supposed to be invited.” “Bendy is just jealous of you and Oswald solely cause you both work really hard to get where you are now!”

He then smiled at them. “Thank you, Miss Flora, Fauna and Merrywheather. It seems that this unfortunate event has put an end to this party.”

“Oh, that's not entirely true! We're really happy for you two!” One of the animators said. “The ladies are right! Oswald, the cartoon rabbit, is back to this rightful family! The foods you both prepared is delicious and you showed the 'real' brat that he can't get away with anything!” Then it was one of the mechanics team who said it. Everybody was saying the same thing along with Ube and Walt.

“I think you need to take the rest of the night off. We can all take care of the rest here.” Walt told Mickey. He knew that he was soaked in ink and that moment he stood up for his brother had took quite the energy.

“I can take him home.” Oswald told their father. “Oh! thank you, Oswald. You're very thoughtful for your little brother. I will see both of you soon.” Walt was then now at ease knowing that they will be fine.

Both of them were excused for the night.

---- Time skipping on a Hawaiian roller coaster ride! ------

It took a while for Mickey to get some of the ink that flung on his skin by Bendy before he came out of the bathroom with his PJ's. It was just his regular outwear of white shirt and red pants. He went to their living room to tell his brother that the bath's free until he caught him seeing one of his sketches. He quietly walked over to see that it was the ones he was making with his counterpart character and his brother's.

“Do you like him?” Mickey asked him. He looked at him with a shocked reaction and then regained his composure. “Ah! Mickey! You've surprised me!...” He then looked at his character again. “I... know that it seems a bit outdated, but I did tried my best to be as close as it can be to it's original and it's similarities.” Mickey explained to him with honesty. Despite that most of their Disney characters had a major makeovers over twenty years, Oswald still had his original looks but a bit more... brother's look a like similarities. “Nah... I think he looks great as a 'half brother' for him.” Oswald smiled at it.

“I did manage to have almost three episodes done. So I hope once they've been release, he's going to be famous just like mine!” Mickey cheered himself up. “That's pretty, overly optimistic, even for you. I... I'm just really happy that I too, had a character that I was named after... Although I did remembered that it was from that Universal Studio animations and it was from more than a decade ago...” Oswald sighed.

He couldn't say that he never 'knew' about this character. In fact, he actually heard this story from about a decade ago, in one of those father and son moments when it was just him and Walt. He remembered that he say one of his father's early sketches from his old animation jobs. He remembered of the early depictions of this character that had a similar name to his. He remembered that he and Walt had a one on one chat about the truth of this. His original characters, the heated exchange between him and his boss and how he had to make a difficult choice to leave him behind. He remembered that it was one of those moments that he can see in his father's eyes that he was sad about the whole thing and that he wished that he could have done better for him...

“How did you discovered about all of this? Dad was very secretive with his old sketches, even with us.” Oswald asked him. He had an idea on one detail he also remembered. As much as Mickey tried, he's an awful liar. “I, er... was... looking for a, er, pencil or something dad wanted me to get, and er, yeah. He might have absent, mindlessly had it out in the open at the time!” He smiled nervously, thinking his brother might buy it.

Which it didn't work. “Funny, cause I knew you were peeping me and dad from the door. I can see you from the slightly open door frame almost ten years back.” Mickey gasped. “Oh, and while we're on that subject, this isn't the first time you've been following me.” Oswald smirked and gave an impression just like their mother would have made if she knew what they've been up to.

Mickey frantically responded. “Me? Following you? Why, I knew you disliked me being around you and with everybody-”

“You've used dad's old clothes to disguise yourself at any events I would be. Chinese Boxing tournaments, drag racing and even at one time, an invention expose when I was fifth-teen.” Oswald cuts him off. Mickey's expression was dumbfounded. But then he finally admits with hands up. “Alright, fine. I admit. I did went to see you compete and also that time with dad. I knew that if I'd made myself public wherever you were, people will take attention away from you and the competitors. You'd always hated that, but I just wanted to be supportive of what you do and your career. So I hid myself for that and I wanted to let you know that there's people who appreciate you for being, well, you. Not me, not dad or even our family name!” He played with his fingers. “And... I do look up to you.”

“What?” Oswald said in disbelief. He, Mickey, looks up to someone like him? Someone who's spend more time in the family's shadow than he does at the junkyard for invention parts?

“I mean...” Mickey timidly confessed to him. “You're always been so more... mature than most people. Apart from when we fight and nobody's around... But you've always been more in independent than I am. You've practically made enough to live on your own, not to mention you're a better fighter than I am, you solve problems better than I could have done or at least less damaging, and you've got that 'cool guy' thing that stands out when it's your turn to shine like Dean Martin!” He then got sadder, which was rare even from him. “Compared to me... behind my public mask, I'm probably too optimistic for my own good. I'm almost nothing like you and yet...I felt you're not being appreciated enough while I'm...” He struggles for the appropriate things to say as he bow his head down.

However, his big brother knew what he wanted to say and he steps in. “Mickey... You don't need to go that far for me. Remember when I was eleven around Christmas time that I was very ill?”

He looks up to him again. “Yeah... You were so sick that you had to be hospitalized. I cried almost every night you were there.” It was one of the most painful moments for him. He and Oswald were inseparable and they both shared everything, even when they've had different ideas, they both usually find a way to work thing out.

“Remember that I was so ill that I wouldn't be able to watch the Christmas parade that included dad's float that year?” He added. “Yeah... Dad wanted me to be on it with the mascots, but... I escaped. At the time, I was so mad at him for not caring for you and that he cared more about the float than your well being.” Mickey was a bit ashamed at this early childish actions.

“After you ran off, I remembered from what dad told me that he and other people was looking everywhere for you until he had a good idea of where you'd be. He found you sleeping with me with that Winnie the Pooh book that mom used to read to us.” Oswald said. “He was a bit angry at you, but it wasn't for ditching, you've worried him just as much as anyone else who was working with us at the time.”

“I... didn't meant to cause that much trouble. I was just upset that dad and the people didn't cared for you except me.” Mickey then got an unexpected surprise from his 'cool' brother.

Oswald was hugging him with one of his hand on his head. “Did you remembered what you've said after dad ranted on your 'actions?'” Mickey was still silent for a bit. Oswald then gave his answer. “You said that you didn't cared for whatever Christmas specials and what the company had provided, you just wanted me back. That... really made me feel special enough and why people respected you much better than Bendy. You cared. You're kind, optimistic, helpful, even considerate for people's feelings. You've put more efforts in your work just like any other senior animators and they love to chat or hang out with you. Even if you had to put your foot down on those times like you did with Bendy earlier, you were standing up on our beliefs and what really mattered. You don't need to change that, not even for me.”

That made him teary and hug him back. “Ozzy...*Sniff * That was one of the nicest things you've said to me.”

“Don't start the water works. You'll get red eyes in the morning.” Oswald told him as they settled down for the night.

----Author’s notes-----

I KNOW! I KNOW! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fanfic here!

It’s like I’ve been a bit busy with work, watching shows and gaming. I did wanted to write but when I do, I get writers block!

Anyways! I did made a few scene combo references from 101 Dalmatians, Sleeping Beauty and Frozen along with some Disney’s character references.

I imagine from one point that Mickey and Oswald were once good friends with Bendy until a certain event happened that made them ‘very’ bitter.

The only reason why they didn’t lash out in a blood bath is was to maintain their ‘public’ image... Who knows what will happened behind those masks.

I also imagined that Oswald had gained some sort of independence and set himself apart from the animation family for his mechanics and that Mickey really does look up to him for that. (which made him self-conscious of his independence and work his way to the top too!)

But this is just a fanfiction, please tell me of what you think! Love is welcome!

The Bendy Before the Ink Machine AU and humanoid characters belongs to Marini4. Disney references belongs to the company itself.

#bendy before the ink machine #bendy #mickey #mickey mouse #oswald #oswald the lucky rabbit #humanoid #humanized #OC #Disney #fanfiction #marini4

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A Night To Remember - Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Yes, the title of this fic is named after that one song from High School Musical. Fight me. My first fic! Terrifying. Extra terrifying because I have never written anything in the second person. There should probably be a lot more description but oh well. Hope y'all enjoy tho!!! Feedback is appreciated!!!!!!!! Word Count: 5k, which sounds like a fuckton, but I still feel like I need to establish the relationship more lolllllll... Warnings: None. Poorly defined relationships. Cliché as FUCK. Genre: 5% angst, but becomes so fluffy you could cuddle it.

Synopsis: Tonight is prom, and you have taken a day off from Avenger duty to pretend to be a normal girl for once. You even have a date. It seems like for once you might be able to have the prom you have always dreamed about. But when the night goes sour, you find yourself alone, and realise that this will be a night to remember, but not for the reason you think...

Every girl gets a chance to go to prom. Even an Avenger.

By the fading light of the sun, you twisted and turned in front of your bedroom mirror, attempting to check that you had shaved every hair from your legs without having to walk across the room to the light switch. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told you that you had approximately half an hour before you were being picked up.

Half an hour. That definitely was not as much time as you thought you had.

Your eyes darted to your bedroom floor, where you could hear a distinct thumping.

"Y/N! Turn that music down!"

You cringed, remembering that your mother had a business call that night. "Sorry, Mom!"

You reached for the remote control that was blasting Beyoncé through your speakers and turned the volume down, resting it on your dressing table as you hummed to the tune of Love On Top. There were several finishing touches that needed to be made.

The first one was another spritz of setting spray, if only to reassure your fear that your makeup would start to slide down your face mid-dance. The second was picking up the necklace that your grandmother had given you for your eighteenth and draping it around your neck, adjusting it a few times to make sure it rested in the centre of your collarbone. The final touch was your shoes, but just staring at the stiletto heels made your feet ache, so you decided to wait until the last second to put those on.

The sensation that you had become a 'normal teenager' again was a strange one. For once, school was not taking the backseat to tangling with criminals and defending your city on a day-to-day basis. The Avengers had offered to take care of anything that came up while you were at prom - Bucky "I think I would look good wearing your super-suit, to be honest" Barnes leading the charge - and a small part of you wondered what you would have been doing tonight if that offer wasn't there.

But today, you could just put on some music and a pretty dress and pretend, even only for a few hours, that you were just like every other kid in that room.

You even had a date.

That was the most remarkable thing. With all the time you had dodged your friends and your responsibilities at school you didn't think that anyone had noticed you existed, but you walked into AP Physics one day to find an elaborate bouquet of flowers at your desk. As you admired them, you hadn't noticed the presence behind you until you turned around to find Jordan, your lab partner, holding a posterboard with PROM? written on it in large red letters. He had clearly walked straight off the football pitch, as he was breathing heavily and his hair was wet, but the smile on his face was genuine.

He was way out of your league. He was ridiculously out of your league.

The overwhelming fact that the most popular boy in your school had asked you to prom was screaming in your brain as you squeaked, "Yes!"

He laughed, and the students around you applauded politely as he confirmed he would pick you up at 7. That was a month or so ago, and now you looked at the clock again and realised that you had ten minutes.

When you stood up, the train of your floor-length dress tumbled off your lap, swishing as you walked towards the bed to pick up your clutch bag. You twirled a few times for good measure, admiring the way the fabric of the dress rippled as you made yourself slightly dizzy, though whether it was from the spinning or the excitement building in your stomach you couldn't tell.

Was it vanity or self-confidence that you couldn't stop looking at yourself in the mirror?

Thank God for Pepper, you thought, thinking back to your first attempt at choosing a dress. At the first opportunity, you had gone to the mall for an afternoon to pick out the perfect prom outfit. The one small flaw with that problem was that your sense of style was much more sophisticated in your head than it turned out to be in real life. The fuschia, ruffled dress you brought back to the compound - without trying it on - made you look like a cross between grandmother from the 1960s and one of Cinderella's ugly sisters.

You remembered running up to the nearest guest bedroom and trying it on, only to see Peter in the doorway, giggling.

"What is wrong with it?" You cried, exasperated, as your best friend attempted to control himself. You noticed that he kept his distance, possibly because of the fact that you looked like you would murder him if he dared to insult the dress. And with your martial arts training, it was more than possible.

"Well..." he began, scratching the back of his head as his voice trailed off. "It's not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just..."

"You don't even like prom, so your opinion doesn't count," you said, sticking your tongue out as you continued to stare in the mirror. Did it look more ridiculous the longer you looked?

He shrugged. "Well, I'm not going to win prom king or queen, I don't want to drink the punch, especially if there's alcohol in it, you know the stoners will be doing drugs in the corner and get it shut down, and Ned isn't going either, so I wouldn't have anyon-"

"Shhhh, Peter. Can't you just get caught up in the shallow and superficial magic of prom, even for one night? Jordan has asked me to prom, this is going to be the best night of my life."

If you had been looking at him instead of debating if the dress was the one, you would have seen him wince and smile wistfully at you.

"I hope it is, Y/N."

Thankfully for both of you, Pepper appeared to call the two of you to dinner. She took one look at the dress and ordered you to take it off.

"Really, Y/N?" She sighed, shaking her head. "I think if you took that home your mother would have a heart attack."

Ignoring your feeble protests, she insisted on taking you shopping, which was - admittedly - much better for your prom prospects than if you had attempted to choose a dress alone.

And now you were wearing a midnight blue ballgown - a new colour you had learned, courtesy of the dressmaker - with a lace bodice and tiny sequins that shifted in the light, somehow making it look as though you were wearing constellations.

It made you look sophisticated. It made you look mature. It made you so much more confident.

Somehow it seemed as though your dreams of a perfect prom were coming true. You had an incredibly attractive date, a dress that made you feel like you were floating, and for once you didn't have to worry about being summoned to stop a bank robbery twelve times a night.

Deep down, you recognised the superficiality of it all. You knew there were much more important things to do in life, but there was just something about prom that made you want to forget all about it.

You couldn't help but miss Peter, though. When you had said goodbye afterschool the feeling of guilt was unmistakeable.

"You sure you don't want to stay home and have a movie marathon with me? Ned will be there, we were going to get popcorn, and-"

You cut him off gently, but firmly. "After tonight I will have plenty of time for movie marathons, I promise."

"Okay," he smiled at you, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Send me loads of pictures!"

"I will!" You called, speeding up so you could catch your bus before it pulled off. You took a moment just to imagine what would have happened if you had turned up to prom with Peter and Ned instead of with Jordan. You would have had a lot of fun, but it definitely wouldn’t have lived up to the image of prom that you had in your head.

For every image in your head of slow dancing with Jordan, another one appeared of you sitting with your friends, devouring the buffet and laughing at everyone who was taking the night way too seriously.

You felt like you were betraying him, but the thought of one perfect moment was too tempting to let go. Well, that was what you told yourself every time your heart ached.

A knock at the door made you jump and the fantasy immediately fell away.

"The lab is going to call me back any minute, are you..." Your mother let out a soft gasp as she saw you standing in front of the mirror. "My god, Y/N, you look gorgeous."

You blushed, staring down at the floor as your mother came to adjust the pins in your hair. "You're my mother, you're supposed to say that."

"Okay, don't believe me." She said, folding her arms and fixing you with one of those mother knows best looks. "But every single person at that prom will agree with me."

But what about the people who aren't at prom? What about the person who isn’t at prom? You thought, and then caught yourself.

You hadn't noticed that your mother was waiting for you to approve the changes she had made to your hair until she cleared her throat. You also hadn't noticed that you were standing there with a wistful smile on your face until you made eye contact with yourself in the mirror.

"Sorry Mom, thank you."

"Do I need to stay home tonight to keep an eye on you?" She said, raising her eyebrows. "How much trouble are you going to get yourself into with that smile?"

You laughed. "Don't I get into enough trouble on a daily basis?"

She rolled her eyes, playfully smacking you on the arm. "This is different, and you know it." Taking your arm, you could see the pride in her face as she spoke, eyes brimming with tears. "You look so grown up."

"I'll send you as many pictures as I can," you promised.

The sound of her phone buzzing made your mother groan, smiling apologetically as she looked at the screen. "It's Martin."

She mouthed have fun as she walked out talking about thorium and the methodology of various experimental techniques and other things you had elected that you would not understand a long time ago.

An alarm on your phone alerted you to the fact that you had five minutes until you were supposed to be being picked up, so you sat on your bed, strapping each heel on your feet and touching up your lipstick one last time as you heard the door slam beneath you, signaling the fact that your mother had left for work.

Standing at the top of the stairs made you aware of a new problem. How were you going to walk down the stairs in these heels? You settled for taking it one step at a time, clinging to the banister like a cat to the rim of a bathtub. Eventually, face slightly flushed, you were standing in front of the front door.

Where you remained for a further half an hour.

The realm of "Oh, he must just be late," had passed about ten minutes ago. You were pacing up and down your living room, pressing the dial button on your friends' numbers with increasing frustration when they all went to voicemail. The excitement in your stomach had long vanished, though there was something still in there. A kind of creeping dread that gave you shivers the longer the agonising minutes ticked by.

Your mind was racing through everything that could have possibly happened to make Jordan late. Maybe his car broke down. Maybe he was on his way and his phone was out of battery. No, that one is a lie, you sighed. It was prom, everyone would want to be using their phones to take as many pictures as physically possible.

Or maybe, the dread in your stomach whispered, maybe he forgot about you.

Maybe it's worse. Maybe he's injured or caught up in the kind of mess you would be taking care of any other night.

Fifteen minutes prior you would have brushed those intrusive thoughts off with a laugh. You knew him well, of course he wouldn't forget about you.

But now, as the time inched closer to 7pm and the beginning of prom, it didn't seem funny anymore.

You got up from where you were perched on the edge of the couch to pace back and forth on the floor, having discarded your heels by the door long ago. If you weren't going to get a ride, how were you going to get to prom? Your mom was at work, your friends either together or with their own dates, and you couldn't exactly walk to the Avengers compound to ask them for help, they were definitely busy. The more you thought about having to call a taxi - which would be expensive - or call someone else - who would you call? - the more your stomach sank and the more the idea of prom seemed less appealing.

Your phone buzzed from the coffee table and you almost tripped over in attempts to reach it. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter when you saw it was an Instagram notification.

New Post from _jordan._

Torturously slow, you entered your password and the sound of the phone unlocking filled the otherwise silent room. In the stark light of the phone screen, you could feel your eyes filling with tears as you took in the image in front of you.

Jordan stood in the centre with a winning smile, arms around another girl with a matching grin.

He did forget about me. As soon as you thought the words, they repeated over and over in your mind. Stumbling backwards, you caught your leg on the arm of the couch, physical pain blending into the emotional as you stood alone in your living room fighting tears. He replaced me. With every repetition it was like the knife was twisting deeper.

You knew that you hadn't had time to see anyone at school as much in the past few months, but hell, you were coming to terms with being a literal superhero.

Not that they knew that.

You couldn't count the number of times you and your friends had excitedly sat down to lunch in the cafeteria to discuss how you were all going to prom together. The number of times that you had talked about the music they would play, the decorations that would cover the gym, the boys that you would take - although the identity of those boys had changed what seemed like hundreds of times over the years.

You felt like such an idiot. He was a football player, had pretty much every girl at school wrapped around his finger. Why would he ever choose you? Clearly he wouldn't, if there was the option to replace you for a pretty cheerleader in a mermaid tail dress.

Your grip on your phone was so tight that you had left the impression of its edge on your palm, but you didn't notice until the notification sound went off again.

Spiderboi: Are you ready yet??? Has he picked you up? Spiderboi: I wanna see your dress!!!

The sound that came out of your mouth was almost a laugh. Your fingers danced over the keys, typing the first words of ten different replies, then deleting them with a sigh.

Y/N: not rly feeling prom anymore

His reply was almost instantaneous, and it grounded you a little. You moved from where you had been stood aimlessly in the middle of the living room to the windowsill, leaning against it as you typed.

Spiderboi: What? Spiderboi: Why??? I thought you were looking forward to prom Spiderboi: It is literally all you have been talking about for WEEKS

His innocent response threatened to provoke a fresh wave of tears, but you sniffed and held them back as you sent Peter a screenshot of the Instagram post, deciding that in this case no words was the best way to communicate.

You stared at it, the image practically burning itself into your brain as the label underneath the picture went from Sent to Delivered to Read. Within seconds, your phone started buzzing and you picked it up.

He must be able to hear your shallow breathing on the other end of the line. You could feel the flutter of your heartbeat in your chest but you forced yourself to focus on breathing in and out.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry. That's so shitty of him. So unbelievably and massively shitty of him."

"It's fi-" You began, but sighed, realising there was no point in pretending. "I just didn't think he would actually do that to me." The betrayal in your voice was evident even to you.

"I'm sure the rest of them didn't forget about you," he reasoned, and you were forced to admit that he was probably right. "You said that you weren't going to go to the pre-prom because of Jordan, weren't you?"

Yes. "I'm so stupid. I am so so stupid."

"You're not stupid."

"Peter, I am. I've literally lost count of the amount of times I've nearly died, and I am sat here crying because I've been stood up at prom by some fuckboy."

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, then a tentative, "I... I bet you look beautiful."

Despite everything, you blushed, and you felt the corners of your mouth lifting up. Trust Peter to find a way to break you out of your spiral, even if it was only for a few seconds.

Why were you blushing?

"Thank you," you said in a small voice, wondering if Peter would still think you looked beautiful if he could actually see you. Your mascara had run down your cheeks in two ashen stripes, your hair had been pulled out of its meticulous styling from all the times that you had run your hands through it, and your lipstick was peeling off from biting your lip so much. If you were going to prom as a glam version of No Face from Spirited Away, you would have fit right in.

The silences between his responses were getting longer and longer, and you felt a twinge in the pit of your stomach when you realised that he was distracted by something. Of course, you then felt incredibly guilty for demanding his undivided attention, especially when it was you who had ditched him tonight. But, he was the only person that had bothered to answer you and if he left you would be back to being alone.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm so sorry but I have to go." And there it was. He didn't sound apologetic though; you could swear that there was a touch of something that sounded like excitement in his hurried words. "Mr Stark sent for me... he said it was important.”

A mission. It must be.

"It's...it's okay, Peter. I'm sure you're busy."

What else could you say?

Don’t go. Let me come with you.

“Message me, okay? I'll reply when I get the chance. Sorry, Y/N, I really am."

"Bye, Peter," you said just as the phone clicked with the sound of him hanging up, leaving you back where you were in the first place.

Should you go to prom? Did you even want to go to prom at this point?

The immediate answer was of course not, but the petty part of you imagined walking into prom looking better than you ever had and decking Jordan on sight. You played with the fantasy for a few minutes, replaying it over and over in your mind until it gave you some sort of satisfaction.

When you focused on yourself in the reflection of the window, you saw someone who, sure, might look like a mess at that point, but there was a new kind of resigned determination in your eyes that no matter what, you were going to enjoy your damn prom as much as you could. Fuck him.

And that started with doing your hair and makeup again.

You rushed upstairs and sat down at your dresser. The therapeutic power of putting makeup on was incredible, and twenty minutes of concealing, bronzing and highlighting had calmed you down enough that you were singing to your music. You were going to be late to prom, of course, but you wouldn't be crying anymore.

Your phone was going off with continuous Instagram notifications, so you decided to turn it off and sacrifice responding to a possible message from Peter for not dying a little inside every time you saw photos of your friends singing karaoke in a limo or posing outside your school.

You weren't going to be pathetic, you had decided that, but the loneliness was the thing that threatened to dismantle your newfound positivity. Would you even enjoy yourself if you went to prom?

Your date had ditched you for another girl. Surely that story had circulated around the school by now. Most people wouldn't see you as determined. They'd see you as embarrassed and sad.

You put your head in your hands, indecisive yet again, startled when there was a sharp rapping on your front door.

You scowled as you ran down the stairs, imagining opening the door to a confused delivery guy in a dress fit for a masquerade ball.

You stared at the floor as you opened the door, eyes unfocused. "I'm sorry, I-"

Your words died in your throat

"Peter?"

He was stood in the corridor of your apartment complex in a black tuxedo, holding a small bouquet of roses with a soft smile on his face. His eyes widened at the sight of you, taking in every inch of your outfit, and he must realise that you were doing the same to him.

Somehow, seeing him dressed to the nines was doing something to you. You didn't feel like you were looking at your best friend.

"Peter..." you said, keeping one hand on the doorframe as you struggled to form sentences.

What came out was, "what are you doing here?" But you would have been lying if you said you didn't have an idea.

He stopped fiddling with the cufflinks on his suit jacket and looked up at you bashfully, clearing his throat. "I didn't want you to be alone."

You could practically feel your heart melting. Fuck Jordan. Fuck him, the cocky shit. Right here was your favourite person, your superhero. And no, this time it wasn't Spider-Man coming to your rescue, it was Peter Parker, and he was still the hero you needed.

Perhaps not the hero you deserved, though.

"Peter, you hate prom," you began, "you've told me you didn't want to go so many times..."

He visibly squirmed, and then looked down at the floor. "I would have gone if it was with you."

And with those words, all your struggles, your worries and your petty revenge evaporated and you practically flew into Peter's arms, knocking the beautiful flowers out of his hand.

"You are the best," You murmured in his ear, to which he simply smiled and said, "I couldn't stand seeing him fuck you over like that."

You frowned. What the fuck were you doing? Hastily you untangled your arms from around his neck and took a step backwards, smoothing your dress down as your face flushed.

You didn't deserve this. You had spent months taking Peter for granted as you raved about some shallow asshole, and he had made the selfless decision to save you when you deserved to sit at home. The guilt gnawed at you, and looking up at his confused face made your stomach constrict tighter.

Say something.

"I don't deserve this," you began, playing with the fabric of your skirt as you refused to meet his eyes. Your voice hushed to a whisper. "I was shallow, I got excited by a guy that could offer me popularity and I took you for granted. You don't have to do this for me, Peter."

You finally gained the courage to look into his eyes, and what you found there only confused you more. The softness in his face hadn't gone away, he didn't look upset, he didn't look like he was about to walk away. If anything, he looked content.

"Peter?"

Now it was his turn to stare at the floor. His breathing was shaky, like he was steeling himself up for something.

You started to say his name again, but were cut off when he looked up at you with an urgency that came out of nowhere. Words came out of his mouth at a million miles an hour.

"Y/N, you're my best friend... no, you're more than that. It is always you who is there for me, you put up with everything I throw at you. I would never want to run a mission without you at this point."

As he rambled you felt a tightness in the pit of your stomach, and you met his gaze with shining eyes.

"So yeah, I let you get excited when Jordan asked you to prom, because you looked so happy. I let you get excited when I was dying inside because..." He muttered something you couldn't hear, going an even deeper shade of red.

You inched towards him, trying to get him to look you in the eye. It was like trying to comfort a startled puppy. "Because...?" You said, gently.

"Because I wish it could have been me."

You couldn't say anything. Your mouth was open in shock, and try as you might, you had lost the capability of speech.

He looked up at you with something like panic in his features. "Please... just let me keep going, I have to say this before I go crazy keeping it from you."

You made no attempts to stop him.

“The truth is… I wish I could be the type of guy that could take you to prom. So badly. I want your mom to take cute pictures of us... and I want to spin you around on the dancefloor and I want to do one of those cute promposals that you watch on YouTube all the time."

You could feel tears start to form in your eyes.

"Tonight, Y/N, God, you look beautiful. I want to tell you that you look like magic because that's how you make me feel when I'm around you. You make my life so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that, but I want you to know that if I had the chance... I would want to be with you every second of every day."

His voice trailed off, and he started to run his fingers through his hair. You felt like you were looking at him for the first time.

"I am so blind."

"What?" He choked out, taking a step back so there were a few inches between you.

Time seemed to elongate, every millisecond you spent staring into his gorgeous eyes felt like an eternity.

Your gaze drifted down to his lips, causing you to subconsciously bite your own.

There were so many things that you could say.

So you decided instead to softly press your lips to his. Instinctively your eyes closed, and you kissed him with all the things that you weren't able to say. It wasn't what your first kiss had imagined, not fireworks or epiphanies. It felt like you had just turned the key into your home, or curled up by a fireplace. He tasted of warmth, of safety.

The lunacy of what you just did hit you when the two of you pulled away and Peter's eyes were wide with shock.

Silence filled the room for what seemed like years as you gazed into each other's eyes.

What the fuck was that? "God, Peter, I am so sorry, that probably wasn't what you-"

He cut you off with another kiss, deeper and more insistent. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as your arms fell naturally around his neck.

You weren't sure where this desire had come from, but you suddenly started to see your memories in a different way. Your terror that Peter had been injured during a mission wasn't just because he was your best friend. The fury when Liz Allen had broken his heart wasn't just because he deserved better. Your intense feelings of loneliness whenever he left you wasn't just because there was no one else around.

You had been kidding yourself for what must have been months.

When you pulled apart he was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, and you couldn't help but grin back. His happiness was infectious.

"Are we actually going to go to prom?"

"It's up to you," he smiled, kissing your hand as you giggled. "But I think there is no way that you can look this good and we don't show anyone."

"Peter."

"Besides, I want to show this Jordan that he has fucked up, and he has fucked up hard."

"Peter."

A/N: So... I had a fantasy for an alternate ending to this fic where Peter and Y/N show up to prom and they have to suit up and save the day because something goes down. Let me know if that's something y'all would be interested in! Also let me know what you think of this mess!

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This is going to be long. So it’s going under.

1: Full name

Sara [REDACTED]2: Age

22 1/23: 3 Fears

Caterpillars, rolly pollies, idk?4: 3 things I love

my niece, my job, my friends5: 4 turns on

nice, caring, strong, able to cook6: 4 turns off

any of the guys I have been in relationships with lol7: My best friend

I have many. Brandon, kelsey, renee8: Sexual orientation

straight 9: My best first date

I mean. All my first dates were ok? Like the last 2 guys I dated I had a lot of fun. We ate and laughed and talked about memes. 10: How tall am I

5 ft 6 in11: What do I miss

My niece12: What time were I born

*was idk like 2 pm?

13: Favourite color

purple14: Do I have a crush

nah fam. Aint nobody got time for dat 15: Favourite quote

”be not afraid” 16: Favourite place

Mammoth/june mountain, disneyland, yosemite17: Favourite food

My grandma’s cooking. Always. 18: Do I use sarcasm

Nooooo. Why would I do that (i was being sarcastic. And yes) 19: What am I listening to right now

Slime rancher home screen music 20: First thing I notice in new person

face21: Shoe size

1222: Eye color

brown23: Hair color

^24: Favourite style of clothing

hobo with a job 25: Ever done a prank call?

yes27: Meaning behind my URL

brandon insulted me. I agreed

28: Favourite movie

Totoro, book of life, home, Christopher Robin29: Favourite song

idk??30: Favourite band

WAL31: How I feel right now

Sleepy after getting off a 38 hour shift32: Someone I love

My niece33: My current relationship status

Married to my job I guess. 34: My relationship with my parents

There is one at least35: Favourite holiday

CHRISTMAS36: Tattoos and piercing i have

Be not afraid on my arm. No piercings 37: Tattoos and piercing i want

Verso L’Alto, and some others38: The reason I joined Tumblr

neighbor made me one

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

I don’t hate him. I am hurt. But he decided to not want to be friends at all. I would have still loved to be friends with him, even though we didn’t work out. 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

no41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

My cousin? no

42: When did I last hold hands?

idk? many moons ago 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

depends if I shower. If I shower then 30 mins. If not then 10

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

No I don’t have to shave my legs. 45: Where am I right now?

in bed46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

My friend renee. But I have never been drunk before because I am not a lightweight and I also know how to say no. Why would I intentionally want to make myself sick. 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

depends where I am and how I am feeling

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

yes, because I make minimum wage as a first responder and can’t afford to live on my own. 49: Am I excited for anything?

Not being on night shift anymore XD currently dying from it and need a break.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

Brandito51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

Whenever a patient or random person starts creeping on me. 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

I hugged My niece so many times today 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

I would tell him to go away. But like that’s just because I am mad at him. He can kiss whoever he wants. I don’t care. I don’t own him. He is his own person. 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

My friend Sam 55: What is something I disliked about today?

not sleeping all day 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

idk?57: What do I think about most?

My niece and how much I miss her. and wanting to move out 58: What’s my strangest talent?

I don’t have any 59: Do I have any strange phobias?

caterpillars and rolly pollies 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind 61: What was the last lie I told?

idk? Probably something I said to a patient? 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

online63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

no64: Do I believe in magic?

no65: Do I believe in luck?

no66: What’s the weather like right now?

sunny 7767: What was the last book I’ve read?

Emerald Dodge’s battlecry Series. 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

makes my physically sick69: Do I have any nicknames?

Low Budget Mulan, Sa’a, Scara, Hoe70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

uhhhhhh My back? and also my wrists and neck. But this is all from work and having to lift heavy patients. 71: Do I spend money or save it?

both. But I need to start saving more

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?

yea73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?

bubble gum tape

74: Favourite animal?

idk75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

working.76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

doesnt have one 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

idk78: How can you win my heart?

memes, food, money79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

”guess I’ll Die”80: What is my favorite word?

idk81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

i don’t have any 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

Ambulances are not a taxi service and your stubbed toes are not emergencies. Pay first responders more. 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

not that I know of. 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

super sarcasm probably? idk? flight? invisibility? super strength?85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

this one 86: What is my current desktop picture?

default picture87: Had sex?

no, just waffles88: Bought condoms?

no89: Gotten pregnant?

no90: Failed a class?

many91: Kissed a boy?

yes92: Kissed a girl?

no93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

cant remember94: Had job?

many95: Left the house without my wallet?

yep96: Bullied someone on the internet?

just my sister97: Had sex in public?

no, just waffles98: Played on a sports team?

yes99: Smoked weed?

no100: Did drugs?

crack is wack101: Smoked cigarettes?

ew no102: Drank alcohol?

heck yea103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

no I dont hate myself104: Been overweight?

yes105: Been underweight?

no106: Been to a wedding?

yes107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

yes108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

yes109: Been outside my home country?

yes110: Gotten my heart broken?

ye111: Been to a professional sports game?

I’ve worked them 112: Broken a bone?

yes113: Cut myself?

yes114: Been to prom?

no115: Been in airplane?

yes116: Fly by helicopter?

no117: What concerts have I been to?

Many118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

no119: Learned another language?

pig latin120: Wore make up?

ye121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

no122: Had oral sex?

ew no 123: Dyed my hair?

yes124: Voted in a presidential election?

yes125: Rode in an ambulance?

Bruh. I work in one. I drive that bitch126: Had a surgery?

yes127: Met someone famous?

Many famous sports people and some others 128: Stalked someone on a social network?

every day 129: Peed outside?

yes130: Been fishing?

yes131: Helped with charity?

yes132: Been rejected by a crush?

no because I never make the first move. And I never tell someone I like them unless they have said they liked me first 133: Broken a mirror?

lol ye134: What do I want for birthday?

money135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

many. Idk?136: Was I named after anyone?

no137: Do I like my handwriting?

sometimes138: What was my favourite toy as a child?

furby and my doll139: Favourite Tv Show?

idk140: Where do I want to live when older?

yosemite, june mountain, mammoth, japan 141: Play any musical instrument?

no142: One of my scars, how did I get it?

on my hand, My mom poured hot caramel on me. 143: Favourite pizza toping?

pepperoni144: Am I afraid of the dark?

no145: Am I afraid of heights?

no146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

no 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

My whole life148: What I’m really bad at

everything149: What my greatest achievments are

nothing150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

some stuff my mom has said 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

move out and buy a house and save the rest 152: What do I like about myself

nothing 153: My closest Tumblr friend

brandito and kelsey 154: Something I fantasise about

having a family 155: Any question you’d like?

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kathyorihara · 6 years

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Suicide room (Sala Samobójców) movie review

It is about suicide so if that's unsettling for you the don't watch it. Spoilers abouisly. It is a polish film so you need to find it with subtitles if you do not speak the language.

Plot: Dominik Santorski, a sensitive and lost teenager, who is the son of wealthy, success-driven parents. After a series of dares and humiliating events, his classmates mock his homosexuality on social networking sites. Dominik, humiliated, refuses to go to school and stops preparing for final exams. These problems overlap with his parents, who are often absent from home. Falling into a deep depression, Dominik secludes himself in his room. During this time, he meets a suicidal girl on the internet, and they make an emotional and intellectual bond. Over time, Dominik loses contact with the real world, becoming more engrossed in a virtual world.

Lets begin:

The movie starts off with Dominik and his family in the opera. I think it symbolizes the events of the movie like foreshadow way since it also ends in an opera.

Then it goes to show his parents work mom is a fashion designer and dad works in politics. Dominik is at school he goes up to his "friends" and sees they're watching this video on his computer:

He questions his friend about the other tab the one for her dress for the dance. When they leave he keeps watching the rest of the video and leaves a comment.

While drinking at an after-prom party, a girl admits to lesbian experimentation. Aleksander, another popular student who Dominik appears to have a crush on, dares the girl to kiss her friend. She agrees, as long as Aleksander agrees to kiss Dominik, which they do. A video of the kiss is posted to a social media site, and Dominik's friends appear to find it cool and daring. Later, at judo practice, Dominik and Aleksander are sparring, and Dominik becomes pinned beneath his friend. During the struggle that follows, Dominik is excited to the point of ejaculation( I hate that word he gets hard and you know I hate the ither word too). This event is relayed to a social media site, and people begin to make fun of Dominik online.

From his previous comment to the self-harm video, he is invited to join a 3D social network. He meets Sylwia (Sylvia), a suicidal girl who cuts herself and wears a mask (also a bitch but that's my opinion), in the chat group "Sala Samobójców" (The Suicide Room). In The Suicide Room, the group members watch films of people killing themselves. Sylwia and Dominik develop a bond, and Dominik begins skipping school to spend more time with her through the online world.(which he shouldn't have like I get it you don't want to come out after all the shit that weny down and you found comfort in these people but fuck them).

Parents go to the opera again they try to set him up with their friends daughter he says he's gay his parents play it off as a joke Dominik kisses statue pic is here. They get angry and go home he's forced back to school he's more bullied causes him to cry and scream.

Sylwia mocks him for being upset; she says that he is different from others and encourages him to scare the normal people. Dominik changes his style, adopting the hair styles and clothing of alternative subculture, and takes his father's gun to school.

When Aleksander approaches him with some friends after school, Dominik begins to take out his gun, but runs away to his taxi. When recounting the incident to Sylwia, he claims that he had scared his friend and was in total control of the situation. They return to The Suicide Room and Dominik finds out that Sylwia is a shut-in and has not left her room in 3 years. Dominik stays locked in his room for 10 days talking with her, and refuses to eat. These events go unnoticed by his parents, who often spend days out of the house on business and engage in extramarital sexual affairs(assholes). Eventually, their housekeeper calls the police, who break in Dominik's bedroom door and find him sitting in a pool of his blood beside a broken mirror. He is sent to a hospital and kept in a psychiatric ward for 3 days. His parents arrive to take him home, claiming that there is nothing wrong with him, and he should not be wasting time at the hospital when he should be studying for his final exams. His parents also fired the maid that called for the ambulance. His parents are fucking assholes and need to worry abouy theier kids well being! Like why fire the maid if it wasn't for her he would of been dead sooner.

He goes back to the chat room and Sylwia is like hey I want to die like this story that the two lovers comit suicide together get me pills. She feeds him lines to sau so that he can get the right pills. Of course Dominik is all like no you shouldn't want to die he wants her to reconsider.

As Dominik and Sylwia discuss where to meet and transfer the pills, Dominik's father rips out the router before their plans are set. Dominik panics, bouncing from threatening to kill his parents to begging his "Mummy" to help her son. His mother attempts to plug the cords back in, but his father stops her physically. Dominik bursts from his room and collapses. Later, he explains to his parents what The Suicide Room is. He tells them that the members are "like a family", and his parents ban him from returning, even to explain that he cannot come back.

Still wanting to see Sylwia( even though she's a bitch), he takes the pills to the bar they had discussed in hopes she would show up anyway. The bartender forces him to order something, which leads to Dominik drinking a large beer. He heads to the toilets and decides to dump the pills. After throwing a few handfuls into the toilet, Dominik takes one of the pills followed by two more handfuls. Dominik finds a couple who are kissing, and he starts filming them. They take the camera and begin filming Dominik's delirium. He mocks his parents and himself, laughing at his own drunken imitations. He returns to the bar and sees Sylwia waiting for him. They walk to the middle of the dance floor and kiss passionately. For the first time in the film, Dominik is happy.

Later at The Suicide Room, Sylwia is talking to her followers discussing Dominik's long absence from the group. They see Dominik's avatar walk up and learn that it is his mother using his account. She thanks them for being there and supporting her son, and announces that he has died. (The encounter at the bar is most likely a hallucination.) Sylwia rips the internet cord out from the wall and stumbles through her room, knocking over piles of garbage. She opens her door and goes outside for the first time in three years, bawling and screaming in the grass out front. Since I started hating Sylwia after the whole pills scene so this scene I was like "That's what you get bitch since all you cared about eas your stupid pills fuck you!)

The movie ends with Dominik's parents at a ballet, though looking older and sitting in different places with separate companions, implying they are divorced. The drunk couple's footage of Dominik is interspersed with the ballet. It is revealed that, Dominik never left the bathroom after taking the pills. Instead, Dominik was filmed by the drunk couple as he gagged over a toilet and screamed "Mama" as he died from overdosing. He sticks his fingers down his throat in an attempt to throw up the pills but it is already too late. The video ends up posted online on The Suicide Room wall.

Yes the plot was mostly copy and pasted from wiki. But it is a good movie thst shows Dominiks life. I just hate everyone besides him. Because his parents are such fucking assholes care for your child! And fuck sylwia like bitch he loved you and you only wanted your pills you didn't deserve him. Besides those things go watch the movie. It's not that bad just very emotional.

#suicide room #dominik santorski #sala samobójców #movie review

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