#and my dad said 'you just lost a friend' and. yea. it's dumb. but god. he made and makes me happy when I'm sad

[pinkpuffballdude]

I'm glad he got to see his channel hit 10mil. I'm glad he got to see everyone pull together for that last push. I'm glad he got to realize his childhood dream. I wish he got to enjoy it longer.

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Loki x Reader: Apocalypse ch 6

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You tilted your head as you saw the defeated look on Loki’s face. “Oh, did I say something wrong?”

Loki looked away, “No, you’re fine, just.” He trailed off.

You leaned forward, spur of the moment and hugged him. “It’s so good to see you.”

“What?” Loki stiffened at the contact.

“I never thought I’d see you again after Tony’s, and the compound and just. You seemed better than what they made you out to be. You made a heroic sacrifice.”

For a moment Loki relaxed into your touch. “Oh.” His bloodied red eyes flickered in your direction. “I would say the same but.” He stopped.

You bit your lip, a shiver running through you at the cold. Slowly you nodded, your eyes scanning over the strange contraption on his neck. You were silent, wanting to reach out and touch it. Unbidden, your hand reached for it, sliding over the icy cold metal. It burned to touch through your gloves.

Loki pulled back, “Don’t.”

“What is it?”

“It’s best not to talk where wandering ears can hear.”

“Good point, let’s get to somewhere safe. Besides, it’s getting colder and later in the day. I can’t risk being out at dark, and you shouldn’t either. Without the sun, we’ll freeze to death in minutes.”

Loki chuckled, “I can assure you, I’ll be fine, but I appreciate the concern.”

You fought the urge to blurt out if it had something to do with his strange eyes, but you figured that was just some weird magic. Instead, you nodded and stood up, offering your hand to him.

Loki, touched the ground timidly, feeling for painful shards before pushing himself up.

You reached out and grabbed his arm, helping steady him. There was a brief moment where he scowled in your direction before he sighed and accepted your proffered hand. “Thank you.” Loki mumbled.

Nodding, you started to guide him slowly through the store and back the way you had come. You made sure to collect Loki’s daggers. One you gave to him, knowing he was more lethal with it than you, even without his sight and the other you kept in your hand. You watched for signs of the blue beasts as you trudged up the street. Somehow Loki seemed to float atop the snow, not sinking into it.

As you walked, you couldn’t help but toss admiring glances over your shoulder at Loki. Even with his hair mussed up from the fight, his body bent slightly in pain, and the bloodied face, he was as stunning as you remembered.

“You really don’t have to do this.” Loki muttered, breaking the eerie silence. Today there was no wind, just bitter cold.

“I know. I want to.”

“Why?”

“You made a great sacrifice for the people of Earth before the blip, you tried to save a lot of people. And the Avengers trusted you, Tony trusted you.” Your voice was muffled by your scarves.

Loki nodded, painfully, “I did. Why does it matter what Stark thinks?”

“Uh, did I mention he’s my, like, second cousin?”

Loki’s eyebrows rose, then he hissed in pain. “No, I don’t believe so. Is that why you were at the compound and his home?”

“Yea.”

“That doesn’t explain why you were so keen to be around me though.”

“I just wanted to get to know you. Is that so bad?”

“No one wants to know me without an ulterior motive.”

You blinked, nearly stumbling to a halt and causing Loki to walk into you. “What?”

Loki grunted, stumbling and righting himself as he gripped your coat. “What?”

“People don’t just, be your friend?”

“Can we move on? And will you stop staring it’s disconcerting.”

“I’m not staring.” You felt your cheeks heat up, “I’m just making sure you’re still nearby.”

“I’m sure you could tell by the fact that I’m holding your arm.” Loki smirked.

You jerked your chin, “Over there, that’s my building.”

Loki nodded, panting heavily. “Good. This body is weak.”

“You say that like it’s not your own.”

Loki clenched his jaw and with his free hand grabbed at the device on his neck. It only served to dig into his pale skin further.

“Please don’t, it looks like that hurts you.” You mumbled, glancing back again as you guided him nearer the building.

Opening and closing the door, behind the two of you, you stepped inside. The two of you made your way to your room and you stepped within, turning the heat up as high as you could, before looking around with a smile.

“Tah-dah!” You said, stretching your arms out happily.

Loki gazed blindly around the room, “It seems adequate.”

“Probably not what you’re used to.”

He shrugged, “It will suffice.”

“Here,” You guided him over to the bed and had him sit down. The sun was hitting the horizon outside and you were thankful you had made it into the safety of your home in time.

Slowly you stripped your outer layers of clothes, hanging them in the corner to let the gathered snow melt and dry for the next day’s excursion.

Loki sat stock still on the bed, back ramrod straight and you found yourself wondering what he was thinking. You ended up in a thick sweater and sweatpants with woolen socks, though you found you did not need your gloves today. It seemed the added person in the room was contributing enough heat to make you a bit warmer.

“Hey, do you have anything you want to change into…?” You trailed off realizing how dumb that sounded. Loki didn’t have a bag with him. Then again he was a sorcerer, maybe he could just magic some clothes.

Loki shut his eyes bitterly and dug his fingers into his knees. “All I have is this.”

“Well, my neighbor across the hall was your height, maybe we can scrounge up something from him. Let me go look.”

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Moments’ later you were back, shivering, with a pile of the warmest clothes you could find in a hurry. As well as any necessities you thought a man Loki’s size and apparent age might appreciate, the creature comforts he might want. You dumped them on the bed.

“Did realize he was an ER tech. Or something with medicine. No wonder he was always coming home at weird hours.”

Loki lifted up a thick sweatshirt and soft black sweat pants. He shook his head irritably, “These are not fit for…” the words caught in his throat.

You sat down next to him and couldn’t stop the instinctive action of placing your hand on his thigh.

Loki stiffened at the contact.

You quickly pulled your hand away. “Sorry.” You squeaked.

Loki coughed, standing up and removing his cape. Then slowly he stripped his shirt.

You told yourself you were going to look away, you were going to give him privacy. But he just took his shirt off right in front of you.

For a moment you ogled his toned back muscles, hardened from years of dedication to his craft.

Then the moment was lost and you noticed the injuries.

“Loki.” You whispered, standing up and reaching out to touch his skin gently. A rare pale place that seemed free of bruises, cuts, scars, or other maladies.

Loki’s muscles rippled beneath your hand as he stiffened at your touch, a visible shiver running through him. Spinning around, Loki looked at you warily. “What?”

“These are fresh. Why didn’t you say the blue creature had injured you so? I didn’t know it was able to do that much damage to a god.”

“I’m not a god.” Loki spat bitterly, “I’m mortal.”

You had reached out to touch another cut still bleeding on his chest, causing Loki to hiss.

“Woman, do you always touch painful injuries, or do you make an exception for me?” He asked irritably.

You felt your cheeks flush, “Sorry.” Turning you reached for the first aid supplies your ER neighbor had kept at home. “Here, let me help.” There was anti bruising cream, sutures, and plenty of gauze. You cleaned each of the wounds as best you could, finding occasional shards of glass, rocks, or plaster in some of the deeper cuts and used tweezers to dig it out. Loki would wince from time to time at the deepest and largest pieces, but otherwise he remained mostly silent.

When you finally got to his face and his eyes, you poured warm water around them, cleaning the dried blood. “I wish I knew how to treat them.” You glanced down at the contraption on his neck, “and that thing.” You tugged on it gently.

Loki grunted, “Don’t, you’ll just dig it in worse.”

“What put that on you?”

“The Allfather, king of the nine realms.”

“Isn’t that… isn’t that your uh dad?”

“Adopted. But yes. Dear old dad.”

“That’s barbaric, you’re bleeding from it!”

Loki smiled sadly. “Indeed.”

You wrapped the gauze around his head, covering his eyes and figured it would soak up the last of the blood until it stopped, then you could remove it once again. After that, well you didn’t know what you’d do about him being unable to see. Given that Odin was part of the reason Loki was in such a predicament, you figured he wouldn’t kill you for letting his son go blind.

“Well, here.” You said after a quiet moment, helping Loki pull the hoodie on.

Loki’s red eyes stared in your direction forlornly when the hoodie was on and your hands had pulled away from him. Almost instinctually he had pulled toward you. But now, with the hoodie separating you, he shifted away once more.

“Loki?”

“Hm?” Loki hummed in response, shoulders hunched and placed his hands between his legs as he sat staring unseeing into the distance.

You wanted to ask him the last time he’d been touched, hugged, held, instead you asked, “When is the last time you slept?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Humans can’t go very long without sleep.”

“Neither can Asgardians, and yet I have often done so.”

You tilted your head curiously. “That’s not very healthy.”

“No, I suppose not.”

Throwing caution to the wind, you reached up and rubbed his shoulder blades, knowing that was one of the lesser injured places. At first he stiffened at your touch, but slowly he seemed to relax, warily. “What are you doing?” He finally asked after a few moments.

“It calms me.” You admitted truthfully. How long had you been by yourself? You were lonely, scared, on edge. The rhythmic circles lulled you. It would be better if he had done so to you, but you knew he needed them more.

Loki looked slightly to the side of you suspiciously. “Very well.”

“Remember at the tower?”

“It has been some time.”

“You’d be in your recovery bed resting. I’d bring whatever books I could find and read to you.”

Loki smiled fondly at the memory. “You had some peculiar choices.”

“I’m not the most well read person, I’ll be honest. But you did enjoy Shakespeare.”

Loki chuckled. Round and round your hand smoothed over the soft texture of the hoodie. “Yes, he could compete with the bards of Asgard.”

“You kept telling me I should try reading a real book. I wanted to flick your nose so bad, but you weren’t so bad, you just needed someone to listen to you.”

Loki chuckled, “Not so bad.” He stifled a yawn.

“And then I discovered you could do magic. Real, powerful magic. Dr. Strange could do magic, but he was only just learning, and without the Eye of Agammoto to cheat, he was stuck learning at a human pace and now, he was pathetically behind. He didn’t know what real power was.”

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

“It’s true! You could tell me what real magic looked like, tell me what a real sorcerer was capable of.”

Loki held out his hand and then sighed, a strangled cracking sound in his throat as he clenched his teeth.

“Loki, I didn’t mean it that way, I just. I wanted you to tell me about you. What fascinates you, what was the first book you read, when did you first ride a horse, fight a monster…?” Kiss someone… woah now where did that thought come from?

You pulled your turtleneck up to cover your cheeks.

Loki turned towards you. “You really want to know those things?”

You had stopped rubbing his back, “Yea. They sound interesting. Why not? You’re fascinating.”

“We spoke of this earlier, what do you gain?”

“Well, I hoped we were friends at the time, and I wouldn’t mind being friends now, if not allies, we’re both living in a dangerous world. I take it if you’re mortal, you’re not in Odin’s good graces and you could use someone to watch your back. I… I could do that.” You offered sheepishly.

You quailed under Loki’s blind gaze. He couldn’t physically see you, yet he could see into your soul now.

“Allies, friends?” Loki asked slowly.

You smiled at him. “Yes. And hey, maybe we can brainstorm ideas to get that nasty neck thing off you, in the morning though. I’m beat, I need to sleep.”

“Oh, right.” Loki stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“To give you privacy.”

“The bed is big enough for two, besides, it’ll be warmer if we’re both in it.” You couldn’t believe you were suggesting that.

Loki turned his head down at you. “Very well.” Sitting down, he slowly removed his boots and began to fumble with his trousers.

Your eyes widened as you realized he was going to change into the sweatpants you had procured for him. You dove under the covers on your side and scrunched your eyes shut. Breathing heavily as you tried not to picture what he might look like.

The bed indented on the other side as Loki climbed in next to you.

“Pet, are you hiding?” He asked curiously. You could hear the amusement in his voice.

“No. No.” You stammered, trying to strengthen your voice and keep the pitch from being so nervous.

“Very well. Sleep well then.” Loki grunted at the contraption as he rolled over and then lay still.

You lay on your back for hours, staring up at the ceiling. It was true the bed felt much warmer with him nearby, though you weren’t sure that was actually the shared body heat so much as…

You swallowed and risked a glance towards Loki’s sleeping form. His chest rose in deep even breaths. Watching it rise and fall you began to count, slowly, steadily, you too were lulled to sleep.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 6

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. There's non-explicit smut in this part!

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Remember that questionable morals remark? Yea, this chapter is the reason. Y/N, girl, you gotta stop... But at least it's kinda funny. Okay, it's pretty damn hilarious.

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She is amazing. I larb her. 💙

"And then I was like 'No Way!' and he was like 'Totally' and that's how I met Tony Stark," I finished excitedly, opposite a laughing Mr. Davies. The story of how I met Iron Man was a total hit with the teacher and my vigorous mimicking of the facial expressions that described my feelings during the time had my teacher busting a gut something loud. 

"I honestly have some trouble believing that but - hey, what the hell, he's a billionaire superhero, it's basically expected for him to be a little strange," When his laughing fit was over, Mr. Davies reminded me he was, in fact, a psychology doctor. There was serious brain power under that easygoing attitude.

I expected detention to be bearable in his company but Mr. Davies rose above expectations, welcoming me with another cup of tea and some colouring pages. Admittedly, I contemplated stealing some - those mandalas were really captivating.

"Oh, he's strange alright, but nothing I can't handle," I twirled a pencil between my fingers. 

Mr. Davies grinned knowingly, too knowingly for my comfort, and I had no choice but to make a stone face before looking him in the eye. 

He smirked. "So, anything else interesting for you going on?" 

"Nah, not much. Really looking forward to being done with high school and going out into the bigger world, y'know."

"You turned 18 already, right?" I nodded in confirmation. "Maybe get a job, something part-time? OsCorp always hands these leaflets out, they're looking for lab assistants."

I wrinkled my nose. "I don't need a job. Plus, I'm sure Bruce-err, Doctor Banner would smash me if I went to work at OsCorp," I glossed over my slip-up, hoping Mr. Davies would do the same. But no such luck happened.

"Right. Me and Bruce, we actually go way back," He smiled, stirring his tea. I perked up in interest. "We studied psychology together, sat next to each other in half of our classes. It's a shame what happened to him but I hope he's happy now," Mr. Davies was smiling earnestly, looking out of the window where rain had started flowing down on the glass.

"Really? That's cool," I said, lacking anything else to add to his statement.

"He used to skip classes and always lost his glasses even though they'd be on top of his head," My teacher continued. "Banner was actually quite a rowdy student," He added with a smirk.

"Hah, he still routinely loses his glasses, although he wears them on a string around his neck now," I chuckled fondly. Bruce was such a dork.

I chatted with Mr. Davies some more, just casual conversation about everything and nothing in between. His parents were hippies, he had two moms and one dad and according to him, Thor was very overrated. I didn't even notice we were up in each other's space until our knees brushed when Mr. Davies - "Call me Will" - was showing me the pictures of his cats, dog and lizard. I figured that as the hippy child, personal space was kind of a foreign concept to him - and that rang true, I've seen Will give out more shoulder grabs and high fives than anyone else sans the gym teacher.

The clock's ding announced 6 PM and I quickly gathered my things, hastily saying goodbye. I was stopped though.

"If you don't mind a quick stop at my house, I can drop you off. It's pouring buckets outside and I would hate you to get sick," Will spoke casually. 

Technically, I knew he was bending some rules of conduct. But it was also 55° outside and the water coming from the sky was unlikely to be warm. So I caved without any guilty conscience, obediently following Mr. Davies -Will- to the parking lot where a new-ish Jeep Cherokee proudly stood amongst several older, less gently used cars. With New York city traffic being the way it is, I didn't text Bruce yet, fully expecting for the trip to take a whole hour if not more. 

Thankfully the parking gods were merciful and Will managed to find a spot right across his two-story townhouse. "You're welcome to come in if you feel comfortable, I just need to fetch some documents," He said.

And that's where I fucked up. I nodded affirmatively, I followed him through the door and made myself as comfortable as I could on his living room couch. It was a cozy home, his iguana chilled opposite me in it's terrarium and the little mutt that was his dog really reminded me of the atrocity that my parents used to own before they had me. It yipped and yapped, wagging it's bushy tail at me and demanding pets.

The steaming tea mug was dutifully placed in my hand by Will who hopped upstairs immediately after that, skipping steps. I watched the man with a benign stare: he'd removed his sweater and I could see the defined muscles of his back and the admirable backside that he possessed. There was no harm in looking respectfully, right?

I was halfway through my mug when Will came back down, brandishing a truly impressive stack of manila folders, setting it on a nearby table before sitting down on the other end of the couch, maintaining a respectful distance between us. We chatted some more and the more he spoke about his current research, the more passionate he became; by the end of his truly epic description of the effects that anti-depressants have on the learning process of depressed adolescents, I was mesmerized by the way his pink lips formed words.

Sitting with my calves tucked under my butt, leaning against the armrest , I was a goner. He caught my eye, diverting his own stare from my exposed legs to the side, blinking furiously. It calmed my spirits somewhat, knowing that I wasn't the only one affected by the sudden change of atmosphere in the room. My mug landed on the low table with a loud clang as I leaned forward, the sleeves of my sweater accidentally brushing against his leg.

Will cleared his throat and I startled, tilting my head up towards him in confusion. He was staring at me with a mix of fear and delight in his eyes, like a boy preparing for his first kiss. I would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation if the darkness in his stormy grey eyes didn't make my own breath do somersaults somewhere between my lungs and my esophagus.

Fifteen minutes later, both my sweater and my panties were thrown somewhere in the furthest end of the room and those thin lips were making me see stars. For some reason he was convinced I'd had only typical teenage disappointing sex up to this point and was really eager to show me what a grown man can do. I mean, I wasn't complaining, he was really, really good with his mouth - but I didn't have all night, so I flipped the tables and showed off my own oral skills until he had to bodily remove me from his dick and lift me onto it. Every movement felt surreal, like I was living in a dream. Despite my common sense yelling expletives at me, I kissed Will back with twice the heat and none of the finesse, each of us reaching the peak nearly in sync.

"Can I get that ride to the tower now?"

Will let out a decidedly unmanly squeak when he realised where exactly he'd be taking me after we did what we'd done. I smiled at him in hopes of calming down the man but it seemed it came out more predatory. He shivered, his dick twitching within me.

I texted Bruce the same time I was getting into Will's car. My brain was still somewhat in a state of shock and I used the brief moment to tidy up my hair and makeup, taking note of my sex-flushed face. I only hoped I didn't stink like man-sweat and Will's cologne. 

Another realization was startled out of me: that was my first time having had sex without a condom. I was on birth control since I was fourteen so pregnancy wasn't a scare; currently, I was more worried about the mildly uncomfortable, wet feeling in my panties where my teacher's cum had pooled out.

Yikes. That moment Will took a careful monitoring of my facial expression and it took me a lot to keep it somewhere between neutral and happy. Internally, I was freaking the fuck out, torn between horror and incredible arousal.

It morphed into full fledged mortification when I saw Bruce's lab coat from afar, the man standing next to the entrance door. Having had a dumb moment, I texted Banner that a former schoolmate of his was the one giving me a ride and it really shouldn't have been a surprise that Bruce would go downstairs to greet Will.

'Fuck you, you dumbass,' was my approximate train of thought, directed at myself, when all three of us gathered, hiding from the cold rain and the autumn wind under the safety of the roof. Both men shared a brief, warm embrace before Bruce's arm snaked around my waist.

"You go upstairs, okay? I don't want you to get sick," Banner said, eyeing the disastrous weather.

I looked at Will, finding his eyebrow cocked at Bruce's frivolous gesture and a faint flush blossoming on his face. The man shuffled awkwardly, giving me a small wave and a tight-lipped smile before turning his attention back to Bruce. I wished him good night, hastily retreating into the safety of the elevator.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fu-u-uck..." I chanted under my breath, acutely aware of the blossoming bruises on my hips where my teacher held me, the dampness of my underwear. 

The elevator doors opened, revealing the common room couch being occupied by Wanda. Peter, Wanda's brother and the two resident super soldiers setting the table for dinner. Tony was off bickering with Loki and Strange by the coffee maker and Thor was standing outside on the patio, doing something very strange with his hands and his hammer. Was he summoning the shitty weather?! The audacity!

"Hey," Wanda greeted me quietly. Her eyebrows raised upon seeing my face full of perplexed confusion. "You okay?.. Wait, what? Tell me you did not!" As my internal crisis reached its peak, I remembered that a) Wanda is a telepath and b) There were other people in the room.

One ungraceful landing next to her later, I turned my bleary stare onto her. "Oops?" I offered in the way of explanation. What was I supposed to say if I didn't know for myself what the devil possessed me to fuck my social studies teacher after school? He was fucking hot, okay.

The witch smirked, obviously following my defensive internal monologue. "Oops?" Her tone was laced with gleeful sarcasm.

"I'm a human disaster," I groaned, finally caving in and palming my face. Wanda began snickering. "I have zero impulse control," I continued wallowing in self-pity. The redhead just cackled harder.

"I feel so attacked right now," Tony's voice loudly announced the man's presence. I was thankful for the distraction, happy that today, out of all the days, he decided to make the situation about himself. "I am the resident hot mess and nothing you do will change that. Or get out of my tower," He made a dramatic gesture, waving along everybody to the table.

At the dinner table, with Peter on one side of me and Bruce on the other, Wanda's speech was clear. "I think you two are about on the same level, Tony," Her tone was dry. The looks she cast me were cheeky at best and downright gleeful at worst. Not only was she the resident telepath but also, apparently, a huge drama fan.

I, on the other hand, felt like a fish thrown out of water. My mind was still jumping between astounded and horrified like a rabid rabbit and Bruce's excited remark about seeing a former schoolmate only worsened the anxiety. My brain was telling me EVERYBODY knew EVERYTHING whereas in reality, it was only Wanda and it didn't seem like she was upset enough to give up my dirty little secret. If anything, the witch seemed almost impressed. And that dry, mildly interested facial expression only solidified when she put two and two together: my teacher, whom I fucked, also known as Bruce's former study buddy.

"I have some spare sweatpants that might fit you," Wanda directly addressed me as we were finishing up the wonderful chicken roast courtesy of Clint and Bucky. Nobody batted an eye at the sudden exclamation, evidently used to being around someone who could hear their thoughts. 

I nodded, mentally waving a big, red thank you note. With sparkles. And hearts. Wanda chuckled.

"Hey, did you change your perfume?" Peter's innocent remark made me nearly freeze in my spot. 

Kill Bill sirens started playing in my head on repeat as I heard Wanda choke on her asparagus, inadvertently drawing attention to the three of us. Peter looked at us in confusion: Wanda kept on gasping, but it seemed like the dam had finally burst and she was laughing in earnest, snorting, loudly, as I engaged my willpower to stop myself from doing the same. Needless to say, it was a spectacular failure and now both of us were bent over our dinner plates, absolutely losing it - much to the concern of the adults present at the table. The rest of the team was growing concerned.

"Oh my god, your FACE!" Wanda's incoherent mumbling and the accusing finger pointed in my direction did it.

"A lady doesn't... kiss... and tell...." I fervently gulped the oxygen as I tried to articulate my thoughts into something comprehendible. The hysterical laughter won by a wide margin.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Natasha seemed to get the gist, relaxing immediately and picking up her fork to continue her meal. 

I shook my head, unable to form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. Bruce chuckled from somewhere beside me and just like that, the tension broke. The adults in the room traded knowing looks, chuckling and snorting amongst themselves. 

The moments I needed to calm down went to waste really quick: my first laughing fit over, I took one look at Wanda and yet again, both of us were puffing out our cheeks to try and prevent another hysterical fit. 

"Whew," I exaggerated, eyes wide and looking ANYWHERE but at Wanda.

"What a wild ride," She snorted and I put a palm over my face, shaking my head in... 

Disappointment at myself? I wasn't disappointed. Now that I got over the WTF factor, I found the situation to be pretty damn hot. Will was hot. Eh, whatever. 

My casual mood of zero-fucks-given began returning. After few of the last bites of potatoes, I was prepared to face  Natasha. I looked the Black Widow dead in the eye as I firmly stated: "And for the record? We are NOT having this conversation."

She elegantly arched her eyebrow whilst everybody else held their breath. "That bad, huh?" The retort was immediate.

I allowed myself to radiate a bit of that newly acquired smugness I had begun to feel: "You have no idea," I hoped my smirk was as devious as I wished it to be.

"Alright, heartbreaker, colour me impressed," Natasha nodded in affirmation. We shared another meaningful look and reverted back to our plates with the menfolk observing us akin animals at a zoo. 

Somewhat amazed, slightly afraid. Bruce's stare was somewhat concerned, too: he contemplatively eyed me from the corner of his eye, the same way I eyed him, checking out the fact that he appeared somewhat annoyed. Like a proper father would, I suppose. 

Luckily for me, I finished off the remaining food and drink quickly, with Wanda being my saviour once again as she all but bodily dragged me into the elevator, promising to return me to the science den in no more than an hour. Tony went to complain but was promptly stopped by Natasha inconspicuously reaching for the butter knife: the engineer knew how to pick his battles. I didn't doubt that Romanoff was going to hear "all about it" second-hand from Wanda and I was fully prepared to face the redhead spy's judgement. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, escaped that clever woman.

A quick shower and a change of clothes later, I sat on Wanda's couch, nervously fiddling with the two sizes too big sweatpants, occasionally stopping to straighten the plain white tank top that just barely fit me. I washed my hair but didn't  dry it before Wanda was impatiently telling me to hurry up: the mess sat atop my head held up by a single scrunchie.

"Okay... Where do I start?" She asked me, looking like the cat that ate the canary. 

"Don't start," I stopped her with a raised palm. "It was a casual, one-time thing and I've no interest in pursuing that shit on the reg," I answered honestly. The fact that he was my teacher simultaneously worsened the situation and made me elated. But ultimately, I didn't want to risk the trouble that would come along with this mess. Besides, I had no feelings for the guy whatsoever. As I've said previously, it was just bad impulse control on some teenage hormone steroids.

"You're a strange one," Wanda's penetrating gaze made me shiver. "You live without a care in the world but at the same time, your mind is always all over the place. It is interesting."

"Uh, thanks? I guess?"

"I think we should try being friends," The witch remarked after a brief moment of awkward silence. I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Because of my powers, I can literally see through people and predict what they will do before they even think about doing it. With you, it's not like that," She explained, her Slavic accent making a full guest appearance.

"So...you want to be friends because I'm a fucking mess?" I couldn't help but feel a little offended. The occasional shitty decision aside, I didn't think of myself as that bad.

"I want to be friends because I like you," Wanda fondly rolled her eyes, standing up from the couch and motioning for me to follow. "Now let's get you to Tony or he'll blow a gasket. He's already insufferable as he is."

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[doodles-arts]

Request: turtles reacting to crush

pairing?: All 2003 turtles x reader

Rating?: Pg

Warings?: loads of fluff

Request: 2003 turtles reaction to their crush, the turtles did the sweetest thing ever for them, talking loads of nice stuff about their crush, protecting crush or showing their nice/happy sides and crush waits until they are alone and crush says, crush has been good friends with the individual turtle, so they’ve never spoken like this before, “You know you’re really beautiful”? 

Summary: The boys all react a little differently to a super hawt crush! some boast, others turn hate into love

A/N: I did get carried away with my baby Donnie a little, if your interested in a one shot of a biker reader with a sarcastic Donnie, please reblog! I’d love to write it, but am working on other things for you guys, so if you’d like it let me know to make some time! @donatello-writes thought you might like the donatello part. Give it a heart if it were any good and read this lil note, love your work!

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Leonardo:

Met you because you were being jumped.

Classic hero saving damsel in distress

Doesn’t trust you at first for the sake of his family

But he grows on you

2 sizes...

You're absolutely the sweetest!

You bake him things for free as a thank you for saving your life

He can’t help but eAT it AlL

Master splinter actually makes him run laps around the sewers because of how lagged he is.

He asks Donnie for a diet plan and is h e a r t b r o k e n when he’s told NO SUGARS

You make him keto and protein cookies for his weekly cheat meal

You apologized when you were told he couldn’t eat anymore because he had gotten bigger.

The boys tease him about his weight when you're around.

Even after he lost all the extra weight.

His calm demeanor eases all your anxieties

He loves the way you're just so kind to all his brothers and everyone you meet.  

One day when you were baking a cake for  Mikeys birthday and all other kinds of party favors for all the boys, Leonardo kept you company. You both talked and about things you were planning, you both were very close. And Leo was very obsessed with you and your baking apron. He probably followed your back end with googly eyes all afternoon.

You didn’t mind having him keep your company and hand you any ingredients you needed but you couldn’t help but notice how much more his muscles were showing off. He was RIPPED. You blushed and looked away when he caught your wandering eyes. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping the conversation going about your next hangout.  He watched you with adoration and when you couldn’t reach for something on a high shelf he chuckled and offered to get it for you. You didn’t want to seem helpless but he was willing.

“That would be great actually!” You smiled and stepped back, “coming to my rescue as per usual~”, he blushed but you couldn’t see it as he reached up to grab the barely used baking soda. As he stretched, time slowed. His usual strap that held his katana was resting as you both cooked. Without it, it brought much more focus on the flesh on his side that wasn’t covered by his plastron or shell. It was insane how his muscles on his sides stretched and rolled. You could have drooled right there. But there was more to your private show, the little potbelly he used to harbor thanks to your baking, was long gone! His arms were round and plump. The muscles warned anyone who tried to mess with the leader. A clear reminder that you were in love with a god. A GOD. He was magnificent, his body chiseled from stone by Donatello or Michelangelo, the sculptors. You sucked in a breath, trying to make the second longer, but all good things come with an end…

You couldn’t help how your cheeks flushed as your thoughts wandered and traveled. As did your eyes, embarrassing yourself even more as he turned sharply, his glutes flexing as he took a step forward, you just couldn’t believe it-

“-You know you’re beautiful, right?” Leonardo almost dropped the bottle of baking soda that slipped from his three-fingered hands when you had commented on this. Quickly catching it and trying to grab his cool back from slipping in between his fingers as well. You giggled, laughing at your own embarrassment to lessen it. You might have been a bit flustered, but you meant it. “Uh.. thanks?” Still flustered and taken aback, Leo handed you the bottle and sat back down.

The air was thick with an awkward feeling, it might have been you, but you did mean it, you could have meant it platonically or romantically, so you weren’t that worried if he didn’t feel that way. He was clearly the source of the feeling. Refusing to talk afterward. Growing with anticipation, you put too much baking soda in the bowl and groaned in annoyance, scooping the part of the batch that had too much and throwing it out. After it was fixed you took a spoonful and handed it to Leo, “I’m sorry if I said anything out of line, peace offering?”

You had been making an eggless cookie dough batch so that you could give Mikey some cookie dough to eat without getting sick. And as Leo looked at you with that tiny sweet smile, he knew he was cracking. He wasn’t offended, not at all! He was flattered! Honored! But how could he reveal his true feelings if you might not feel the same? He took the spoon with a smile, “accepted!”

When he was finished with the spoon and set it down, you jumped into his arms for a hug, “good! Now stop being so quiet! You're my favorite person, so be my taste tester!” He felt his control falling and before you could pull away he hugged you tighter, you giggled and hugged back. But it was when he wouldn’t let go that you felt something was off. And there was, Leo was freaking out about how to approach you about this. “I’m sorry, but let’s stay like this, I have something to tell you”, he whispered into your ear huskily. You couldn’t help the goosebumps on your arm that stood when his warm breath hit the side of your neck.

“Okay-yeah, okay”, you replied shakily, you weren’t scared, not in the slightest, you could feel a spring in the bottom of your stomach start to tighten. His close proximity had your head swimming. You breathed in his scent and swooned inwardly to the smell of metal oil, peppermint body wash, and the scent of his natural skin.

“I… I know how strange it might seem, but I like ya’. Something about you has me pulling towards you. You always make me happier. I don’t know how else to tell ya, but I want-” before he could answer, your breathless voice did,

“Yes, I like you too, silly.” He hugged you closer as he silently fist pumped the air behind you, “shell yes!”

“I can feel that Leo” You giggled.

Donatello:

Your Casey’s sister

He hates you once he gets to know you

Your blunt, straightforward and RUDE

You’re really smart tho

And slim thicc…

Every time you come he leaves to his lab

He can’t stand you Casey, and Raph roughhousing

He can’t stand watching you on some days either tho…

He hates the way you make him feel

He’ll never admit it but he’s in la-la-la-la-loveeee

The way your arms are beefed up

You’re not picky

You don’t complain

You confront him once, asking, ”what’s your problem!” and he lashes out that your blunt, straight forward and provocative

He didn’t mean that last part

You bluntly tell him you don’t care about what he thinks, you never did anything directly to him for him to always give you attitude

You ask for a truce, instead of being problematic and resorting to violence

From that moment Donnie feels different about you

guess you weren’t so problematic and dumb as he thought

You agreed to help out with his experiments as a peace offering. They’re boring and you hate them but you try for Donnie. Lately, he has been asking many experiments from you, asking to help him with tools and taking notes. He said your handwriting was ‘prettier, surprisingly’. You told him his face was surprising. You both threw jabs at each other constantly. But you grew to like it, he was quick on his feet and always knew what to say back or when to stop. Most people were too sissy to take your comebacks or too sensitive to throw jabs. As you got to know Donnie you noticed how much fun he actually could be. You certainly didn’t have to prove your strength around him or get bruises by the end of the day. With him, it was playful and calm, sure you still liked a bit of wrestling here or there, it had been hotwired into your system by then.

Donnie respected that and you respected that he didn't enjoy the roughhousing around his equipment or in his lab. The mutual respect was a different tune than the constant hating glares you'd send each other. As you sat on the table next to the bike he was fixing up you were humming a tune to yourself, waiting for Donatello to ask for another tool. It kinda reminded you about your dad…

You blew a raspberry and laid you back on the clear table, “I’m bored”, you huffed out. You were tired of just sitting around, looking at the wall, “Well, lucky you, I just finished” he responded dryly. You rolled your eyes and hopped off the table to help him off his shell, “for the tallest slimmest turtle of the bunch, you sure are heavy.” you snickered as he faked a laugh and rolled the bike through the back entrance. “Yea, now shut up and follow me.”

You huffed and walked alongside him, “Soooo, who’s the bike for. Do I get to ride it first? Only fair since I helped!” You mused, trying to convince him to let you ride the bike. You used to own a bike, and you loved that thing to death since it was the one your dad had made for you until Casey broke it.

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You were furious, it was the last thing you had of your dads, and he totally wrecked it during the night with Raph. You tried your hardest to fix it, but you didn’t have the cash for the spare parts, so you ended up scrapping the beat-up engine and the seat, hoping to still find the memory of your dad in them. You kept it in your room. Inside your closet.

After that, it took Casey months to get back on your good side, you only held out that long because he refused to tell you how he broke it. After another month of torture and burnt eggs in the morning, Casey begged the turtles to tell you the truth. And he did, promising to explain what happened to the bike, but he had to show you something first. And that’s how you met the turtles and Donnie’s stuffy ass.

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“It’s yours. So you can ride it wherever you want, genius.” Donnie had to look away, feeling flustered that he was doing this. But you stopped dead in your tracks. When Donnie noticed that you had stopped, and turned to look at you. You had this dumb look on your face as you starred at the bike. Taking small steps towards the seat and opening it, “what’s wrong with you?” He asked, hoping for you to say something back. Kinda creeped out by your silence and wide eyes. As you lifted the seat, ignoring his remark and noticed the little engraved signature of you and your dad. Your heart broke into tiny pieces and fell in the pit of your stomach, you fell to your knees, feeling yourself shaking. Looking at the familiar engine.

“Where did you get this-” he felt a little nervous at the tone of your voice. Deeply unwavering, you sounded half dead. Pissed.

“I thought you’d-”

“WHERE!” He gulped, you hadn’t even looked at him. He walked around the bike to your side, “I’m sorry, but I and Casey took the liberty to rebuild a junk bike with your seat, I fixed the engine and put it in too. If I knew it would bother you so much, I wouldn’t have invaded your privacy.” He still felt your cold demeanor and didn’t dare touch you. Your silence only fueled his anxiousness. Your shoulders were slumped and you tried your best not to break, but the pieces were all falling down. Remembering the night as a little girl that you both worked on the bike and engraved your names on the underside of the seat and rode it for a test drive.

The tears flowed down your cheeks before you could stop them, it was unusual for you to cry, but your bike. His bike, our bike. It was back and fixed, you had something to feel like he was still there, waiting for you to come home after riding. Donnie’s warmth was wafting towards you and you gave him a tight hug. He still stayed after you yelled and didn’t make fun of you when you cry. he really was sweet... huh.

“Thank you, Donnie. I never knew you were so soft.” You pulled away and gave him a soft punch on the arm. He chuckled, trying not to stare at your tear-stained face, it was strange to see you that way. “Nothing wrong with being a little soft, now get outta here and tell me how well the bike does,” he smiled.

You smirked, rising and pulling the turtle behind you, swinging a leg over the bike like second nature. Pulling him on too, “you’re coming with, nerd. We’re gonna have the ride of our lives.” You rev the bike and speed out the sewers, and he yelps. He quickly holds on to your waist for dear life as you ride about the sewer. A raise in the concrete sends you in the air a few feet and you laugh as you feel him hold on tighter, the drop back down sending your sunglasses down, covering your eyes from the wind as you drive faster. His buff arms were warm on your waist. They felt good, and it almost distracted you while you were driving, what would it be like to have them wrapped around you on different circumstances?

You made swift and tight turns that made it feel like your bike would fall on its side. But you were a better driver than Casey could ever dream to be! Donnie was in good hands. As you drove back to the lair, your hair wind-whipped, and all over the place, Donnie couldn’t help but feel both scared out of his mind and adrenaline rush!

As you both hopped off you smiled at the slacked jaw turtle, “she rides good, I’ll probably change her tires though. Maybe loosening the steering gear, makes the tight turns feel less death-defying.” You refered to the bike and giggled as you helped him off, having a new feeling of adoration for Don, even with that dumb look on his face. After he wiped the surprise of his face and laughed you noticed something about Donnie, he had a tendency to stare. That much you already knew, but with you, it was like he couldn’t look away or keep staring all at the same time.

‘Hmm… Oh.. OHHH… How could I have never noticed before?’ You smiled at him and grabbed him by the sides of the plastron and forced him to look at you. “He-Hey, what’s the big idea!” You kept smirking, watching his cues, of getting angry, huffing, and pushing you off as he did with his brothers. It never came. That’s all you needed to know, you tapped him softly on the snout and smirked. “Nothing, I’ll come back for my baby tomorrow, you just make sure to be in disguise, we're going for a joy ride tomorrow night.” Waving goodbye as you walked out you felt proud. You were gonna put this boy through a ride, “By the way, Don, your really cute, ya’ know that?” His jaw slacked as you walked out, he never thought you’d ever say that to him.

He kinda liked it tho...

Raphael:

Met you through April

Is infatuated with you from the startttt

You are a gymnast

100% a smart ass

100% has a great ass

Casey asks, “can I ask a stupid question?” and you’d respond before you can keep quiet, “better than anyone here”

He finds your flexibility hawt

The boys hate how much he tries to show off when your around

You don’t notice, you think it’s just Raph being Raph

He’s ALWAYS inviting you to workout

LEG DAY every day

You like working on them and Raph doesn’t mind teaching you

You put his flexibility to the test every time

You tried to get along with him

The boys are shook to how well behaved he is with you

April notices how well you take his flirting, if you even notice it

You like how dorky Raph is when you’re alone

That’s when you start having feelings for him

Your gymnasium was closed by the company it was under and you had nowhere to practice

You confessed this to Raph and he noticed you were sad about it

He finished hanging up the last high bar. He knew you were missing the gym you used to practice in. He hoped his brothers wouldn’t notice how much effort it really took him to put it all up, so they wouldn’t accuse him of going soft. He wasn’t going soft, he was just trying to impress you is all. There was no shame in that, right? You were cool and sexy, you didn’t even have to try to look beautiful, you just were. Something April and Raph agreed on multiple occasions.

As you walked into the sewers with a pair of leggings and a form-fitting sweater. Perfect. You walked over to hug your friend and held on tightly to his warm, and he was glad to return it. He led you deeper into the lair and showed you, “well, I know that you miss your old gym, and you can’t find any good ones around here. So I thought you could kick it here until then!”

He pointed towards the hanging bars and gym mats on a far corner of the lair. An old mirror hung a few inches off the ground. You could tell he did his best with what he had. He had even taken the liberty to make a walking bar, the current thing you were struggling on. He listened. He cared. You walked closer to the corner that held the mini gymnasium he had created for you. No one had ever done anything like this for you, how was it possible… that you hadn’t seen it before?

“Oh, Raph… I’m at a loss of words. I can’t believe it!” You basically jumped in his arms when you had turned around. You were unusually giddy at the moment and decided to use it to your advantage. Hugging him tightly, knocking the wind out of him, pulling back in a flash and zooming back in.

…

His eyes were wide open as your cute face and scrunched up nose, and kissed him! He couldn’t believe it! You were kissing him right now! On the exact second that he started kissing back, you pulled away bashfully. Smiling and looking back towards your own personal little gymnasium, “thanks again, Raph.”

He nodded and replied, sorta out of it, “yeah, that was one hell of a thank you for a weird looking fella like me-”

You whipped and around and gasped offendedly, “-don’t you say that Raph, you know you’re beautiful, right?” the last part of the question was asked softly. He shrugged and you laid a hand on his cheek to force him to look at you. “You are Raph, I like you, I have for some time now, don’t turn me away, please.” He looked back up at you incredibly and starred as you smiled at his wild look.

“Alright, I won’t, on one condition. I get another kiss?”, pulling him closer with a hand on his cheek, you pulled him in for another kiss. One that he was actually prepared for, this time.

Michelangelo:

You meet him at a skatepark

He thinks your hawt in biker shorts and retro t-shirts

He obsessed with showing off his moves, just like his older brother

He has a different approach tho

You end up impressing him more tho

He makes jokes and invites you to skating contests

You win a few, but it’s obvious that he knew a lot too

You actually enjoy his company

You find it strange you only see each other at night

You don’t mind it tho because you own a skate-shop

You too love having late-night snacks

He never sits too close to you

The first time he’s afraid of taking a chance at you being afraid of how he looks

You guys take turns bringing snacks

You always buy pizza

You know there’s something weird about his body, but you don’t judge because he’s the absolute sweetest

*SmaCK* Your falling for him

One day, Mikey can’t help but want to be closer, so he has to take that chance

“Awesome, Mikey! Check this out!” You rode towards a staircase hand bar, sliding down and as you jumped off, you flipped your board, landing perfectly on the ground and riding your way back over to him. As you stomped your board back up it snapped. Mikey gasped in pity, “oh no dudette, I’m so sorry.” You shrugged and smiled, “It was a prototype anyway, I’ve got more in my shop.”

You walked towards your beat-up car as you felt Mikey’s face drop, “wicked cool! You make boards?” You chuckled as you turned around and pointed to his board, “you do too, honey.” There was that nickname that drove Mikey through the moon, had him sighing like a lovesick puppy. He followed you to the car with goo-goo eyes.

“Wanna come see my shop?” He practically jumped in excitement, “Would I!” He hopped into the car without a second thought, too sweet to take into consideration that you could see his green skin in the closer proximity. The hunch under his trench coat, the strange shape of his feet, or that his chest and stomach were irregularly flat for a guy with such buffed up arms. As you drove, you turned on the music to make up for the lack of conversation. Not trying to seem awkward, just trying to wrap your head around the fact that Mikey wasn’t human.

He never hurt you before, or ever overstepped his boundaries, he wasn’t a creep, he was funny and cared about you. He cherished the time you spent together, he sent a text every night you were together when you got home to ensure you were safe. It was safe to say that you felt something for Michelangelo but was afraid to fall for a stranger. But was he really a stranger? It wasn’t like you met him yesterday! You had been hanging out for a few months.

You had nothing to fear and so when you walked out of the car you confidently invited him and turned the lights to let him gawk at your boards. “I custom make them, all ya gotta do is put in an order, I fix ‘em up too.” You leaned over your cashier post, admiring the obvious turtle in the light of your store. He was a big sweetheart, he’d never hurt you!

“Dollface, this is amazing! I didn’t know you could make surfboards, and the designs on them are wicked cool!” You agreed, very proud of your work as you walked over. Pressing a hand to his arm, “wanna make one together?” He nodded rapidly like a kid high off of candy. And you knew that his heart was too pure for this world, you laughed and pointed at his jacket.

“Maybe you should take this off and get comfortable!” For a split second, he almost agreed and shed off the oversized coat, but he didn’t want to lose you. You were so cool… “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, dollface.” You rolled your eyes and blew a raspberry, which surprised him. “Mikey, I don’t care what you look like, not like I couldn’t tell under the store lights anyway! You’re beautiful to me, you should know that!” You placed your hand on his chest pushing the coat off his shoulders softly with a smile.

Stunned but flattered he allowed it and leaned forward, feeling a moment creeping on, the coat fell on the floor. A few inches from your face and he was already closing his eyes and puckering out his lips at you, You felt the same energy, but…

You placed a finger on his lips, “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you?” He shrugged and grinned, “a guy’s gotta try don’t cha’ think?” You giggled and pecked his cheek. Leading him to the backroom to work on the new board together. Mikey wasn’t going to let you focus too much for too long though. He would get that kiss!

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remember! if you really enjoed the donatello scenario, reblog for a oneshot!

[igotthejuice]

Part 2 of My Bumble Date from Hell

Okay, I’m back! So anyways, I ran behind him out of fear he was going to put his hands on her but don’t worry, he’s not a complete idiot, he didn’t touch her.  He did get real close to her and started yelling at her.  By the time I got over there she was walking away.  I finally told him we need to go.  He insisted he was fine and to not let that moment ruin our date…too fucking late but you know what, for whatever dumb ass reason I said okay LI still regret that decision and it got so much worse.  So, now that everyone’s staring at us, we go back to our picnic area and he continues to drink and record me *eye roll*.  Oh he brought speakers too, I’m not gonna lie, his music choice was a vibe. But he ruined that shit too low key. He acted like it was his playlist but it was actually a Brent Faiyaz Spotify playlist…which, I mean I’m not judging…but I’m judging, but only because he acted like that was his beautiful creation.  Why lie about that?  Anyways, it happened guys, the moment I was most afraid of, he turned to me and said, “oh shit, you know Blaine?!  She told me to tell you hi!”  I was so fucking pissed.  Blaine was one of those girls I knew but would never tell my business to.  She seems to always know peoples business.  I kid you not, within 30 seconds of him saying that, I got a DM from her saying “Yo you know he has a whole ass kid on the way right?”  My. Stomach. Turned.  I dropped my phone and just stared at him.  His drunk ass didn’t even notice.  So, once I gathered myself I told Blaine I had no fucking idea but good looks.  I may not fuck with Blaine but in that moment I did, she responded with sending me the girls IG profile, clutch.  Luckily it wasn’t private.  My heart was racing, we all know that feeling, scrolling hella carefully to make sure you don’t accidentally like anything, meanwhile he’s just living his best live with not a clue of what’s going on.  Just goofy.  So I’m scrolling and it didn’t look like they were in a relationship but he was definitely the dad.  The picture of them at the baby shower, yea y’all she’s been pregnant for a while, had a caption that said “Our situation may not be ideal but I’ll always respect you as the father of my son.”  So that’s why I figured they probably aren’t dating but still! Call me crazy but if you have a kid or one on the way that’s definitely worth mentioning.  So anyways, I’m scrolling and scrolling on her page and guess who tf I see.  The girl taking the pictures of us.  Yup, she was at the baby shower, I didn’t know her relation to them but she was for sure there.  This idiot knew her all along.  So now I’m pissed because I’m clearly caught up in some mess but also, this girl was really taking pics of me and my dumb ass was too naïve to realize, sticking up for her and everything.  Ughhh!! So when I finally got over the initial shock, I was like “Yo”, and I showed him the phone.  Y’all I can’t make this shit up, this man instantly burst into tears.  Sir.  Fuck is you cryin for?  Because you were exposed? Ewww.  I rolled my eyes and started packing my shit.  He started crying even more and, I mean do have a heart y’all.  I felt bad just leaving him there crying.  Sometimes I wish I was ruthless.  So here I was, consoling a liar in the middle of a pandemic, and he starts coming up with all of these reasons for why he didn’t tell me. All BS tbh.  Oh and that girl is the future kids moms best friend AKA the God Mother.  She happened to see us and was investigating, as any good friend would.  Kudos to her frfr.  So once he calmed down I told him we should leave and he said he wanted to show me something to try and make up for everything.  I just wanted this “date” to be over but he clearly was hurting and I knew I would never talk to him ever again so I said fine.  He suggested we go to the water to see the sunset. Ehhh that part was actually really cute. So anyways we were chillen by the water and it was beautiful, I was actually considering hearing him out when he sobered up BUT…this dumb ass thought it would be funny to rough house near the water, he thought tickling me would be cute…I hate being tickled.  It’s the worst feeling because I’m telling the person to stop but I’m laughing so it’s misleading lol.  I should start putting a “No tickling” disclaimer in my bios. Anyways, after trying to escape the “tickle monster” I kept backing up, tripped on a rock and fell in the Nasty! Ass! Water!  I got out the water drenched and just fucking lost it! Everything I had bottled up just exploded and I just went off on him the way Tyra Banks went off on that one girl we were all supposedly rooting for back in the day.  Anyways, I guess he didn’t like what I had to say because he started going off on me.  I don’t really remember what he was saying because he was so damn drunk and barely making any sense but I do remember him saying “Nobodies fucking with your dusty ass anyways.”  Oooop. Bruh that shit honestly had me weak though…but only because I know I’m not dusty and that’s on periodt.  But also, I love a good roast session.  So anyways, I’m walking back to go get my skates so I can get tf and they weren’t there…yup, my fucking skates were gone. I mean why not?  It was a horrible date already, lets top it off with my skates being stolen, nbd.  Anyways, I hopped my nasty soaked ass in an uber and ubered my ass home.  As you know by now from my other blogs, ya girl is a whole ass investigator outchea.  As soon as I got comfortable I went back on his future kids moms IG and just started digging lol.  Lucky for me she’s one of those girls that posts everything so it was quite entertaining. I didn’t really find anything juicy out though, just that the bike he came with was hers, apparently he didn’t have a car for a while so she was kind enough to let him use her bike since she couldn’t use it right now, maybe it was her brothers, idk but regardless, the FUCKING nerve of him.  Long story short, I got the juice and I don’t have time for shit like that and I think I answered my own question, no second chance for him.  He’s actually texting me now saying he was so embarrassed and out of character.  Aht aht, sucks to suck.  Lmao what a damn mess?  Well anyways, I’m about to be out.  Oh guess what?! Remember the ex I mentioned a few blogs ago?  The one that led to my 9 months of celibacy?  I think it’s time I fill you guys in on that story.  I’m going to a cookout this weekend and him and his new gf will be there.  I hate having mutual friends with ex’s.  The last time we spoke he drunk called me and told me he regrets everything and that he was sorry and he wanted to meet up…his girl was in the other room.

[stuckasmain]

I still don’t think your ready for it, but here’s my Batb Cruise show review:

Yes you read the title completely right, I was made aware of this a day or two ago but apparently one of the Disney Cruises is doing/did beauty and the beast the musical but based upon the live action movie. So naturally a massive fan of the live action I was both shocked and wildly confused, lucky for me I found a video on the entire performance(likely taken from a cruise tv.) from what I skimmed over it looks like instead of full body suits to look like they are it’s going to be regular (human outfits.) and then puppets, so I am Really really interested to see how this goes.

The timing is a little off we skip the prologue (Aria etc.) and start straight in How does a moment last forever... are they placing Belle after it? It was before in the movie. Wait oh my god he’s also narrator- it is the prologue! Pulled a sneaky one on ya.

•Adams dramatic sassy hand movements are my entire life (no dance just this art right here.)

•The enchantress looks straight outa Atlantis but I LOVE the effects used omllll

• MARIE THE BAGUETTES.

•who needs her when you’ve got us (LE DUO OMG- it’s the thing.)

•from what I’m seeing it’s a combination of both the animated and live action, as some lyrics/moments are the animated , like Lefou reverted back to his original sorta idiot phase.

•met HER saw HER *kick* we stan.

•Lefou just waving his bag in the girls face. Legend lmao.

•a LOT more comedy then the movie. When Gaston drops the Boquet Lefou picks it up and smells it and just melts all cute like. My heart?

•”keep moving old legs.”

•Gaston is also a lot more like the animated, more dumbed down for comedic effect.

•so there’s no Philippe so some dudes took her dads wagon. That’s how jumanji started you know smh.

•PUPPETS IM SCREAMING.

Lumire looks like he’s absolutely losing his mind I’m deadddd. Also Cogsworth’s wig is my entire life.

• ok so the beasts voice- he sounds like a Pirate I’m crying “ee stole me rose matey.”

•belle straight up using the stick like a musket

•OML SO I NOW SEE THE EYES ON THE PUPPET AND IM LOSING MY DAMN MIND.

•storage space! Storage space! For all of Lumiere’s shoes! His shoes yes he had a feel large collection of shoes- he rather likes Heels-

Cogsworth.

What?

Stop talking.

•while my love massages my tight caves.

I’ll massage your caves Gaston!

Who has no one snatched you up yet? (He didn’t say girl :0)

•everyones awed and inspired by au

Gaston placing a hand to his chest.

•Gaston kissing his own portait, no bimbettes Lefou sings their line, no Tom , Dick or stanley that I can see either

•they all start russian dancing instead of the stopping/sword fight. Weird flex but ok.

Now the girls are... is that the cancan?

•Fun cult activity’s with friends

•lefou dreamily gasping over gaston along with the women.

•WHERED THE UKALELE COME FROM?!

• they kept my favorite line :)

•So Gaston has the French flag now? Also Maurice runs in automatically? Damn there goes pacing i guess- like aren’t they supposed to be together for at least awhile before going after her jeez

•why’s every single woman in this show use a super high pitched cutesy voice “YeAaA!” Is the audience one year olds and dogs???

•Gaston was a captain :0 Damn high rank.

•or a Budae *laughing* *distant roar* *s c r e a m *

•Madame de Garderobe has me screaming lmaoooo

•Mrs.Potts was a governess? Wack.

•ok so I cant describe the noise i made

L: OH YES! Darling

P: high pitched giggling.

The stage is still black and I can’t breathe-

They were definitely- whatever the equivalent would be of making out

•This plan is uh Dangerous~

I’m-I’m gay for the featherduster. This is not allowed. THEY ARE SO CUTE I CANNOT FUNCTION.

*more adorable couple giggling*

Cogsworth coughing

•food fashion show.. I cannot... I can’t function.

•Lumiere being dramatic:

Coggsworth: if i had hands, I’d slap you.

•*Whispers*Skin.

That’s- that’s not creepy at all lmao.

C’Est LA SALADE I CANT BREATHE WHATS HAPPENING.

•you lost me 2 verses ago now there’s cheese

•no one:

Plumette giggling and calling out everything:

•HOW IS MADAME DOWNSTAIRS IM SO CONFUSED

•OWWWWWWWWEWWWWWWWWWWW.

That hurts.

•ok so Mrs. Potts being a governess in this version now makes sense as she’s the one to start days in the sun instead of the queen/little Adam

•So Candenza is completely gone from this version????? So Lumierè and Plumette get both love lines from the song. Their still busy being cute as hell tho. (Does this imply their also singers? Pretty sure their still just footman/maid.)

•cogsworth now has Mrs.Potts lines but his voice is great.

•instead of soup it’s tea he I N H A L E and belle looks SO done lmao. Also no library?

•oh jeez yea no library just straight into something there.

•oh so the library is now IN something there, alright.

•Adam just DECKS Lumiere. Idk what that was about lmao - showing he’s nice now by uppercutting a candlestick across the room.

• BELLE:D this dork-

•Hes making jokes now.

•SWORDS. FIGHTING.

•”we love you.” But... everyone is still all-

Ok so either Mrs.Potts is a massive liar or they don’t count

•the dress is low key just as underwhelming as in the film

• Adam is trying *SHOVES CHAMPAGNE IN FACE*

•Plumette keeps running on and off stage idk what that’s about.

•the danceeeee

•Adam keeps talking about his mom

•no evermore ;-; my favorite song and it’s gone for a 5 second day’s in the sun reprise.

I’m wounded.

•belle casually taking a dudes knife to cut them free

•I feel like the mob song is cute down a lot, also Lumiere comes in sliding on his knees. Respect.

•”Gaston help.” Is kinda like nothing now as they have been so comedic. I feel nothing.

•i like the way they executed the final fight (beast/Gaston as servents vs the villages was literally nothing.)

•Lumiere sliding in on his knees again *French accent*YAAAAAAS

•ok so the death scene still hurts me like a truck.

Lumire: guys we did it :)

*literally watches the love of his life, his best friend and other friends die(yes it’s technically death.)*

Everyone steps away from the puppet and turns around, the lighting goes dark I’m - ;-;

•the prince is low key better in the suit the guy playing him is uhhhhhhhh I know the whole point is to look past Appearance but who’s dad is this?

•I’m absolutely SCREAMING. Instead of the dramatic one by one they all pop up together and collectively go :00000 what?! Whoa!

•Lumiere and Plumette low key not even a “hi.” Just kiss and start dancing. Mood.

•Ballet attack part 2 and middle aged prince returns.

•No chip or Madame at the end either! :0

•oh wait here’s chip!

Cogsworth melting in the background is me

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐏𝗼𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬

so as I’ve said it’s like a mash up of the original and the remake with some of the choices it makes, I think it really makes or breaks some of the characters.

Lefou/Gaston-

Both of them fell back more into their Cartoon counterparts of : here to be the bad guy, here to be funny. Both of them become so overly comedic that you wouldn’t be able to tell who’s line was whos if you were shown them without being told. I think , funny as they were it negatively effected their character’s. Same case with the beast he definitely became more comedic if anything at all.

Lumierè/Cogsworth/Plumette-

These guys I think are the opposite. I think having a slight bit more of the animated made both banter and flirting hike it’s way up. Cogsworth and Lumierè were more showy in their banter , while Lumierè and Plumette were much more loud and showy with banter. Also the accents are art. Mrs. Potts was there to be the mother like figure and not given much of herself

Rip to chip who had like 4 lines and didn’t even show up to seconds before curtain. Also Madame de Garderobe who was there to be a good singer and nothing more as she lost her whole arc.Rip to Cadenza, Frou frou , Chapu and Philippe for being written out all together.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬/𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

As I’ve said the changes either make or break some moments, like adding a overwhelming amount of comedy like the og movie. As funny as it was it did not have that same weight/gravity the remake did in its more serious/emotional scenes like the death/human again scenes I felt little here and Gaston betraying Lefou. As well as having the more serious/soft songs as the remake really backfired with so much comedy, and not even the more Witty subtle humor of the movie. Funny, but odd as character choice

So I know you had to cut it down a lot in order to fit it on stage however, nessisary parts or songs (evermore ;-;) were completely excluded likely do to the slightly unessisary over extension of dance numbers in Gaston(that didn’t need it) and Be our guest. Which could have been time better spent.

The servants are the absolute saving grace of this musical. The costumes! Oh!(again cogsworths wig is my life.) the humor! The acting, the singing, the relationships- all of it- all of it. They carry the entire thing, and if I’m honest it’s mainly Lumierè, Cogsworth and Plumette, occasionally Mrs. Potts if you stretch.

[mercuriial]

oh my god this is so EXCITING ok here we go !! hello ,, i’m jin — eighteen, she/her pronouns, from vancouver, luvs cats, a cancer ( .. virgo moon cap rising <3 ). i am SO ecstatic to be here ?? like this group literally sprouted from me n kelly joking abt making an rp goin’ “jk... unless 😳” to THIS !! anywaaaaays ,, this is my luv rosie ! of course i would love to plot so just like this & i will message u or feel free to hit me up first here or on discord !! pls be my friend !!

TW: MENTAL ILLNESS & SUICIDE ! 

✎⌠diana silvers. cisfemale. she/her⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only rosemary adler. though, around here they’re known as the quiescent. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty-three year old librarian / musician kinda has a reputation of being reticent and scatter-brained. but y’know, they can be perceptive and sanguine too. typical cancer. anyways, welcome home and stay safe rosie ! ❞

BACKGROUND

ok ok ok SO rosie ( yes as u might guess . most call her rosie ) grew up here as the youngest with three older brothers !!

her parents separated when she was like seven n so a lot of her childhood was spent goin’ back and forth between her parents houses, but eventually her dad moved away because he remarried n started a whole new family. she has a couple half-sisters but tells people she only has brothers !

her mum, who she’s primarily grown up with & loves dearly, was a musician , albeit a struggling one but rosie always looked up to her. naturally she also started playing instruments when she was super young n has not looked back ever since !! can play the piano, guitar, but also like … the accordion, flute n banjo hah

yea so !! due to her mum’s profession & her dad kinda peacing out eventually, they were always a lil strapped for cash but still, they were happy. as individuals maybe not but still, a good n tight-knit family dynamic. however rosie, on her own, has struggled a lot w/ her mental health !! like at a young age, she was diagnosed w/ anxiety n then eventually depression as well & she basically can’t remember a point where her life wasn’t affected by these things

she had her first suicide attempt at fifteen which as you can imagine really fucked her up long-term. like. she stopped going to school for a while, social circle dwindled in size, just stayed home really

altho rosie was pretty behind in school by the time she returned, she managed to catch up and went to university outside of misty hollow ! she majored in creative writing but after her first year, she dropped out bc it just … wasn’t for her

after that she moved back home n was kind of back at square one, spending the next year just working part-time n making music, doing the occasional gig at a local bar. as much as university wasn’t for her, this state of her life was still really tough on her as she felt like there wasn’t much to do or work for. this time in her life was when her second suicide attempt happened

afterwards, rosie decided she couldn’t stay at home anymore n moved to new york at the age of twenty to try to pursue a career as a musician ! obviously moving wasn’t a quick fix to her struggles with depression but a change of scenery definitely made her feel more hopeful n purposeful

she joined a band as a lead guitarist n was so so desperate to “make it” somehow . this band treated her like shit n the band members were super toxic to each other & her ! just overall a really bad environment to be in but rosie put up with it because she was so attached to the idea of being a successful musician. she lived w/ these people n worked with them too so … it was rly not pleasant … but eventually she left after two hellish years because there was a big scandal abt one of their band members n it all fell apart

and uh ... she was kind of broke at this point and moved back a year later !! since then, she’s been back at misty hollow working as a librarian at the town’s public library & doin’ her music thing on the side. it’s kind of like before, doing small gigs n whatnot. the town’s pretty small so her band is known around town but outside of it, not really !! 

note: i understand that mental illness is a heavy topic n can be hard to read / write about for some people ! i will definitely be respectful n obviously not take anything too far but if anything u see from me ever makes u uncomfy, please let me know !

PERSONALITY

BASICALLY u can picture her bein like… not outgoing but also not shy ? like she rarely shares personal things abt herself (unless it’s thru her ~music~) & is a rly private person - she’ll often just disappear for like a week or somethin’ and then come back into everybody’s life like nothing happened

she’s independent but also so painfully sensitive !! she is a closeted softie !! if you are her friend or she ( very very secretly ) wants to be your friend , she will think about u literally 24/7 !! puts a lot a lot of effort into her relationships but also . doesn’t expect / want anybody to do that for her ??

RLY scatter-brained n messy hah. her room is just stacks of books, cups everywhere, sticky notes on the walls, unmade bed, can literally never find where anything is. she is late to everything !! leaves dishes out for daaaays !! you get the picture. she is both physically n mentally messy

she has a love-hate relationship with misty hollow ?? like some days she wants to rip her hair out and can’t stand the thought of spending another day here because it’s just so awful but other days ,, she appreciates the small town aspect n luvs everyone here. 

u can check out the playlist & pinterest board i have for her if ur curious !

WANTED CONNECTIONS

lich rally anything luv ... <3

but some ideas !! a ride or die, best friend, sister she never had, life-partner, etc etc... just give this gal a best friend she would absolutely die 4. i want them 2 platonically cuddle and kiss each other on the cheeks and cry on the phone together . 

a former flame !! could be recent, old, angsty, funny, i want it ALL !! 

a regular at the library who has gotten to know rosie thru subtle compliments they give each other on their book choices ... they give each other book recs ( obviously ), gossip abt seniors who frequent the library ,,

an ex-friend maybe ?? rosie is . uh very non-confrontational ,, maybe they were super good childhood friends n then lost touch somehow & now it’s just not the same ... so many things left unspoken 

friends who smoke n complain abt how dumb misty hollow is together at two in the morning .. this could be literally anybody because who doesn’t hate misty hollow ?

ANYTHING . give me ur ideas <3 

[ofcnoel]

                                       𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔... 𝕟𝕠𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 

                  ―   chance perdomo. he/him. cismale.  ／  noel laurent  just pulled up blasting a boy is a gun by tyler, the creator  — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-two year old rapper, i’ve heard they’re really reckless, but that they make up for it by being so altruistic. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say rolled up sleeves on an oversized sweater, missed 2am calls, messy notebooks filled with lyrics. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

tw: uh , homophobia? yeah yikes.  

              hi  it’s  me,  dumb  bitch  machine,  raq.  annnd  this  is  my  lil  cherub  noel.  lit  rally  love  this  rp  more  than  life  itself  and  i’m  SO  happy  that  it’s  come  back.  it  was  a  crazy  special  place  a  year  ago  and  it’ll  be  another  crazy  special  place  now  too. noel’s  brand  new  so  excuse  the  awkward  phase  i  tend  to  go  through  while  i  feel  out  a  new  muse.  i’m  also  playin  with  new   aesthetics  for   threads  and  what  not   so  like  just  be  patient  with  me  skjags.  i ...  already  have  a  second  muse  in  the  works   because  yes  i’m  extra!  cannot  wait  to  write  with  you  all !! 

         [ 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕤  ―  ❝ BETTER  DAYS  FOLLOW  ME  LIKE  THE  SADDEST  SONG ❞  ] 

full  name:  noel  amari  laurent  

age:  twenty-two years old

date  of  birth:  may  12th 

star  sign:  taurus 

place  of  birth:   san  marcos  ,  texas 

currently  living  in:  los angeles , california  

voiceclaim:  brockhampton /  kevin  abstract

sexual orientation:  bisexual 

spoken languages:  fluent  in  english  and  very  limited  in  spanish thanks to his dad  *more  on  that   later 

TL;DR :  noel  laurent  is  a  twenty-something  rapper/boyband  member  who  is….  honestly  trying  his  best  and  failing  lmao.  he  lost  alot  of  connection  to  his  family  really  young  and  recently.  because  of  this,  he  has  a  tendency  to  cling  hard  to  people  and  make  himself  his  own  makeshift  family  in  people  who  don’t  always  have  his  best  interest  in  mind.  which  always  lowkey  just  hurts  him  in  the  end  cause  his  expectations  are  too  high!  he’s    ambitious  and  loving  but  hella  reckless.  

         [ 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕  ― ❝  I  WISH  YOU'D  LOVE  ME  FOR  LIFE  ❞  ]  

alright   here   we   go

noel    was    born    in    san    marcos    texas    to    eva    laurent    on    may    12th    1997.    For    all    of    his    life,    it    was    just    him,    his    mother    and    his    younger    sister.    They    didn’t    have    a    ton    but    eva    did    everything    she    could    to    make    sure    they    had    everything    they    needed.    she’s    an    incredible    hard    worker    and    that    work    ethic    trickled    down    to    noel    from    a    very    young    age.    

alright  so  #daddyissues  much?  noel’s  dad  was  in  his  life  when  he  was  really  young.  from  three  to  like  eight,  because  his  parents  got  back  together  for  a  couple  years  .  once  they  broke  up  again  his  dad  vanished  again  !  he  has  very  few  memories  of  him  but  some  of  them  are  still  they’re  prettyyyyy  fuzzy.  tbh  ,  his  dad’s  a  really  touchy  subject  so  he  tends  to  just  pretend  the  guy  doesn’t  exist  !

he   kinda   always   wanted   to   help   out   his   mom   (   spoiler   alert,   he’s   a   mommas   boy   but   more   on   that   later   )   so,   pretty   much   from   the   age   he   was   legally   able   to,   noel   his   been   #grinding.   like,   imagine   that   one   kid   that   fell   asleep   in   english   because   they   work   late   the   night   before.   that   was   him   throughout   highschool.   he   was   working   odd   jobs   constantly   on   the   side   of   his   main   job.   mowing   lawns,   dog   walking,   you   name   it   he   probably   dabbled.   he’s   smart   so   he’d   do   other   kid’s   homework   for   pay   but   wouldn’t   do   his   own   homework   cause…   fuck   his   grades   ig   lmao

 he’s   always   had   an   affinity   for   music   but   rarely   found   the   time   to   actually   play   an   instrument   or   write   anything   for   that   matter.   it’d   take   one   really   stubborn   choir   teacher   junior   year   who’d   nudge   him   to   start   turning   the   handful   of   short   poems   he’d   turned   in   for   their   songwriting   project   into   songs.   

you  could  say  mid  highschool  was  really  formative  years  for  the  boy  …  along  with  falling  in  love  with  making  music  he  literally  fell  in  love  FOR  REAL  with  someone  for  the  first  time  !!  soft,  yes.  If  you’re  lucky  he’ll  talk  about  dylan  quite  fondly  buuuuuuuuut  that’s  another  touchy  subject  cause  had  to  keep  it  secret  til  it  all  essentially  fell  apart.  His  mom  had  met  a  handful  of  noel’s  girlfriends  prior  to  dylan  …  and  he  hadn’t  gained  the  bravery  to  tell  her  about  him.  It’s  sad  i’m  sad.  

him  and  his  bois  would  later  collaborate  and  realize  “  hey  we’ve  got  something  good  here !  “ soooo  they  planned  to  move  out  to  la  pursue  the  #bandlife . 

now,  telling  his  mom  about  this  move  led  to  an  EXPLOSIVE  fight  cause,,,  noel  was  basically  helping  support  her  and  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  do  that  if  the  band  stuff  fell  through.  The  mess  of  the  fight  resulted  in  a  bunch  of  stuff  that  probably  should  have  been  said  and…  noel  coming  out.  great  timing  son.  So  yea,  he  left  the  house  at  the  ripe  age  of  18  and  has  been  hanging  with  his  bros  ever  since.  honestly  pls  protect  him    

         [ 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 ― ❝  LUCKY STRIKE, FILTERTLESS, DON'T PUSH ME.  ❞ ]   

kay  so  if  you  can’t  tell  the  boy  is…  ambitious  !  he’s  the  type  to  believe  in  something  and  throw  his  fully  self  into  it  because  he’s  just  that  dedicated  to  chasing  dreams  .  killer  work  ethic  ,  but  he’s  gotten  a  better  handle  on  balancing  work  and  fun  thanks  to  his  bois.  he  is  insanely  lucky  which  one  pushes  him  to  take  more  risks  

kinda  goes  with  the  last  one  but  he’s  SUCH  an  open  hearted  dude .  that  guy  after  a  break  up  no  matter  how  messy  will  probably  wanna  be  friends  (  but  also  messy  enough  to  turn  exes  into  friends  with  benefits  and  then  catch  feelings  again..  Issa  nasty  cycle  pls  pray  )  

loves  a  party  ,  is  probably  skinny  dipping    and  calling  his  ex  while  drunk  i-  WATCH  HIM  OK?  afskajd

he’s  honestly  so  sweet  and  humble  buuuuut  don’t  think  that  means  self  deprecating  cause  my  son  knows  hes  pretty  .  he’s  got  enough  self  esteem  to  share  and  prioritizes  #selflove  skagja  will  accept  a  compliment  with  a  cheeky  smile  and  a  simple  thank  you.  so,  not  arrogant  but  like  he’s  not  gonna  deny  the  obvious  truth?  lmaooo  

swear  to  god,  he’s  bad  at  keeping  secrets  and  will  let  u  know  how  he  feels.  even  with  crushes  so  unless  he’s  feelin  nervous  for  some  reason  most  likely  he’ll  make  the  first  move.  he’s  a  romantic.  he’s  just  all  around  really  honest

one  direction  STAN :) skfjadk 

 [ 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ― ❝ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ , ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʜᴜɴɴɪᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ❞ ] 

Exes  are  always  great  ,  maybe  a  best  friend  who  isnt’  apart  of  the  band,  general  friends,  bad  influences  who  take  him  to  parties  where  he’ll  inevitably  skinny  dip,  good  influences,  new  crushes,  unrequited  crush  cause  we  love  heart  break,  neighbors,  enemies  (  i  ??  don’t  put  it  past  him  to  have  ended  up  in  a  fight  while  drunk  or  something  cause..  reckless  )  people  he  might’ve  met  in  texas?  His  band  mates  (  if  you’re  lookin  to  bring  a  second  ;)  )  sibling  like  friendships,  anything  sis

[prorevenge]

Racist mom tries to bribe son to dump me, I gain power over everything she cares about.

This is gonna be a LONG post lol, may have gotten exact timing sequences out of order.

Met a guy that we had mutual friends with and invited him to hang out with my friends and do fun stuff. Later learned he was not even allowed to hang out with my crowd cuz his mother was the very strict and hypocritical sort who thought everyone else was inferior to her precious kids. Guy was telling them he was doing work or something. Eventually he told them he wanted to date me and they flipped. The dad doesn’t have much say in the house and the mom (EM) was livid.

You know how Amish people don’t like rock and “sinful” music? Or females that wear shorts and tanks? Yuuup basically her. She went through my social medias and literally compiled and printed out giant lists of every country song I’d ever posted or concert I’d been to or clothing she thought was too provocative along and gave it to the pastors at both of our churches. EP called MY mom at 2am a couple times to rant and rave about “how could she let her daughter do such sinful things and flirt with boys yada yada yada”. She made racist remarks to Guy (I’m a super cute half Asian half messican, and all of his family is pale white golden haired angels) and even asked him if I’d molested him (I’m 5’ 2” and he’s literally a foot taller than me) and if that’s why he wanted to date and marry me. He was still at home and they went on a family trip to Colorado. Or as it turned out to be an exorcism style prayer meeting over Guy because EM just knows there must be a demon or something wrong with him. Oh and this was only within a span of a few months while he saved up to move the hell out.

Nope not over yet. EM then was harassing his work, his new church pastors (mine), his friends, got one of his business partners to leave him with lies that Guy is “bipolar” and “Schizophrenic”, thankfully most of the people had our back and we had some good laughs over what outrageous things they told us. Even driving an hour and a half to his apartment (I know dumb move to let them know where he moved to), in the middle of the night a couple times to harass and berate him and blubber about how everyone would judge her and how her reputation was going to suffer and church standing, she even dragged his two younger siblings into it all and told him they were heartbroken that he moved out and all the reasons he needed to move back home. Cue even more fun, one night he was just done so when they showed up to again try and bully him into moving back home or at least dumping me, he just up and left. Got in his mini and drove away. AND THEY FOLLOWED HIM. Unbelievable right? He used to race his mini so he lost them pretty quickly and booked it over to where I lived and spent the night there. I know, why not call the cops right? Well there was no physical damage or threats thereof. Yes she’s been verbally and borderline physically abusive to him growing up, think patriarchy super conservatives but it’s a matriarchy. At one point EM asked Guy what it would take for him to dump me, what amount of money could she pay him (Guys dad makes buttloads of moola, yeah those kind of people) to get me out of his life and for him to move back home. SHE TRIED TO BRIBE HIM TO LEAVE ME. She’d threatened to disown him and all the typical rich EP stuff before and knew he didn’t care. EM even called all his guy friends and asked if Guy has ever had any “homosexual” tendencies etc. Next month Guy proposed, and EM was SO MAD that she heard about it for the first time from a mutual friend congratulating her on the upcoming wedding! So of course she calls all the pastors and REEEEs about how we’ve been living in sin (kicker, we hadn’t even done the dirty dance but she didn’t bother asking) and telling everyone that they shouldn’t attend the wedding etc. Yea call us prudes :p EM also printed out all the reasons why I wasn’t good enough for her son and handed those out like candy to church leaders. Then when that had no effect she switched tactics and did the same thing with all her reasons why he was immature and shouldn’t get married and should move back home and be parented. Still no effect, except my dad at a huge meeting where she tried to distribute those, gathered them all back up and handed them to her and told her to stop slandering us and said how ungodly that was. And she stood there baffled and all the other people present agreed with my dad and told her to put those papers away. EMs exact words “but but I thought the very reason everyone is here is to show Guy why he needs to leave that girl and move back home!” I couldn’t help a giggle and a few other people couldn’t either. That meeting is a whole nother story, it was hilarious.

Where is the revenge you ask? Well all that was just the tip of the iceberg of course, but the revenge has been pretty simple. Spend a few obvious nights (SLEEPING ONLY) at his place, just to trigger her, but ofc our pastors and friends knew we’d committed to abstinence our entire lives up to the wedding (hella yea wedding night was killer) and other things like that to get under her skin but nothing that anyone else thought was bad. Very publicly plan and execute a HUGE wedding (over 500 people) and tell everyone about how our relationship is so beautiful and holy and how Gods destiny brought us together yada yada. She made a couple extra hoops for our pastors but we jumped through them with flying colors and everyone except her thought we were the cutest most Christian kosher thing. So basically to save face she had to fake smile and accept all the congratulations and be secretly embarrassed that we didn’t invite her to the wedding showers (she said she never wanted to see me and wouldn’t go to the wedding) and made excuses as to why she hadn’t gone, EM couldn’t tell her friends that we hadn’t invited her now could she? She went after the best man too and he almost decided against being the best man she was such a hassle and he was a pushover, but I told him the best passive way to deal with her is tell her that he wants to be there for his friend and how could she argue with that? She didn’t. But of course, what’s better than forcing her to attend the wedding but not allowing her to ruin it? Extremely petty I know, but I’m a drama llama and have enjoyed 98% of all this. I of course get ahold of EMs own mom and get to know her and she’s very sweet and loves me to death, along with Guys siblings and his dad, as many of EMs own friends and their families etc. So everyone loves me and when we invite them all to the wedding, they strong arm her into coming. I have my cop friends who have been having a heyday hearing about all this drama coming in for the wedding, one of them I make my MC so if she tried anything, not only would they take care of her swiftly, but she would also deeply embarrass herself because there was no denying that there were 500+ people there who loved Guy and I, including a lot of her friends. The ceremony was great, went off without a hitch, oh wait... I am not a bridezilla so if anything went wrong it was fine and the drama was cracking me up, I was a little disappointed she didn’t try anything drastic, but I could see on her face the entire time that EMs smile was sooo fake, and I got reports that she was seen crying outside later. Watching people congratulate her was priceless. When my own friends congratulated her a few of them later told me that she seemed surprised that I had any “respectable” friends (her literal words) who thought well of me. And no I’d arranged her to be only in one photo so she couldn’t ruin any others.

Oh and our wedding day was only the 3rd time she’d ever set eyes on me. She was against me from the start for almost a year without ever having spoken a word or ever seen me in person. Take that EM. To this day I have no idea what was her real beef with me. Happy ending: now that I provided the first grandkids, to my chagrin they’re like baby Targaryens they’re so white, and of course she’s too “young” to be a grandma so she’s called “nana”, but we laid down ground rules and she knows we will ostracize her at the drop of a hat, and she has kissed butt so hard and to her credit done her best to mend everything without ever really actually mentioning any of it. It’s great. We have holidays and fun visits in between and she showers us with super expensive gifts and will drop everything possible to help if we need anything. I think we’re friends now. One day I think she might bring it all up and try and play the victim, idk, but she’ll be hit with a carefully detailed account of everything that went down, in case her memory “fails” her. I can forgive but I’ll never forget, after all, I got my delicious revenge. Power over everything she holds dear and the evidence to expose whatever she hasn’t already done by her own dumb self and absolutely ruin her reputation and community and church standing. I feel really good right now

TLDR entitles mom wants to be petty about me dating her son so I take petty to another universe levels and crush her with epicc facts and logic and hold all the cards to ruin her life now

(source) story by (/u/cyborgurl)

[writtingtoletgoblr]

July 6, 2020 3:18am

I’m scared. I keep thinking about this virus and how I want my family to be okay. I know it’s a bit selfish I’m sorry for that. I just very close to them. I don’t have many friends and they’re all I have. I’m really really scared but I’m trying to be okay. I’m trying to keep faith in God and that he’s watching over us. 

I also have a question to anyone who finds this. Have you ever had to struggle to keep your relationship with a parent? That’s me right now. See my father claims he cares and he loves me but I don’t feel he does. If I don’t call him he doesn’t call me. When he is sick or that time he got injured I made sure to call every single day to make sure he was alright. I’ve been sick and not a single phone call has reached me. His girlfriend loves to through shade at me though. They love to put me down and talk about how I’m a bad daughter for not calling or any little thing. I found out they had a family group chat years ago and I’m not part of it. It hurts till this day. They talk about their inside jokes in front of me and pictures that they’ve sent and it makes me feel terrible. I know I shouldn’t let it bother me but it does. Like on Father's day I called him on FaceTime and my uncle who I love dearly ran around the table to see me. He was so excited he said “You look different... why is that?” and i said “I don’t know maybe it’s because I’ve lost a bit of weight and you can tell on my face..?” he said “YEA that might be it but you look beautiful. I mean you’ve always been beautiful” he also asked about my classes. After that I didn’t stay on the phone a whole lot. I hung up and started to cry my eyes out. See it might be dumb for some people but my dad has never called me beautiful but he does like to compare me to other girls like my cousin. He would judge me or not say anything at all. Since I was a kid he would make me change outfits, ask me to be more like my cousin and to this day I feel insecure whenever he visits and wants to go out. At my graduation him and my grandmother from his side of the family asked my mom what I wanted to study in college even though I’ve been talking about it for MONTHS. He doesn’t take interest in my classes, doesn’t ask how my studies are going. But he does assume that it comes easy to me because I’ve always worked hard when it comes my grades. He doesn’t see the tears, the stress or the frustration. All I’m good for is to be bragged about. You know something I will never forget is him at my cousins graduation. He cried at her graduation and he didn’t shed one single tear in mine. Am I not enough? Does he even love me? Every time he says it I don’t feel it at all. I think it’s more because he is forced to than him actually meaning the words. 

[jflashandclash]

Tales from Mount Othrys

Luke: Uncomfortable Beginnings IV

 “Did you kill them? Who are you and what are you trying to recruit me for? Us for,” Fēi Lín asked.

Luke knew he didn’t need to hide the answers to those questions, but his mind still raced. What if she asked about something else? Something about Kronos that he wasn’t willing to share?

         “I’m ashamed to say I hadn’t even heard of Jackie boy before today. Again, embarrassing considering that someone must have written about his healing, even if a wack journalist,” Phil said, putting his hands up in a surrender position. Either that or showing off the ligaments that he might be about to lose. “Though, if he only sings in choir or hospitals, they could have attributed it to God or doctors.”

         “Same,” Luke said, his mouth working before he could plan the words. “About not knowing Jack or his family. I don’t read wack journals. We’re recruiting you to help destroy the Olympic gods because I’m mad at my dad.”

         Hatred burned in Luke’s chest. He did not like disclosing that last part so casually to strangers. That made it sound so simple; it undermined what he wanted to do to the Olympians and the pain he went through. What Thalia had suffered.  

         “Smooth, kid,” Phil said.

         Fēi Lín tapped the driver wheel, glaring at the satyr. “And you? Why do you want to recruit me?”

         “Hey, I’m good at my job, lady, and I’m proud of dredging through your records. People that get in your way, they do things that they wouldn’t normally do to hurt themselves. Recruiting you will put a shiny spot on my record and I’ll get all the fuzzy feels about helping a kid, since I feel like you’ll do way better at Camp Othrys than Camp Half-Blood. And as to why I’m doing this job—do you think all satyrs like being Dionysus’ slaves?” Phil spat out the window. “I don’t even care if we win the coming war and I don’t really care about our boss. I just wanna be a thorn in that bastard’s toe.”

         Luke made a mental note about how Phil didn’t care if they won. That could be detrimental later.

         Fēi Lín tapped her steering wheel again. “Everybody out,” she said.

         Luke jumped out of the car. Phil was half a second behind him. Luke bit his lip. He wasn’t entirely sure if she’d forced him out of the car or if he’d hopped out on instinct.

         Jack slowly slid out of his seat, hugging himself.

         “Where are we?” Luke finally asked.

         “Somewhere you will act respectfully and ask a minimal number of questions,” Fēi Lín said. She jumped out of the car and flicked her keys around one finger, leading them towards a side door that looked more like an entrance to a scene from Scream.

         In a small town like this, Luke had an uncomfortable feeling that this girl would know exactly where to hide their bodies.

         “The Dǒng residence,” Phil said, “Kid, I know you’re dyslexic and all, but, uh, you can read the files that I slaved over making you, right? They’re in Greek.”

         Luke scowled. With the Kronos dreams at night, directing Cabin Eleven during the day, and then sneaking out during his off hours to set up Camp Othrys and gather an army, he thought he deserved some slack. He couldn’t exactly read files on potential campers at the pavilion with all the tiny Hermes hands hoping for some blackmail on each other. “You could also tell me about them on the way over here,” Luke spat back.

         Fēi Lín led them through the door and down a hallway that’s carpet might have been cleaner if it came from a dumpster. Lights flickered and water stains seeped down the once-white walls. Each door was a faded color, perhaps originally bright greens and reds. There was a piece of trash here and there and, to Luke’s disgust, a used condom.

         This really did look like somewhere she would strap them into a chair and start a very different kind of interrogation.

         She stopped at a bend in the hallway, in front of the single freshly painted red door.

         Jack perked up and rushed to stand beside her.

         Once Fēi Lín finished unlocking the door, Jack reached for the handle.

         She paused and examined him. Her stern expression broke. “Jack…” she said in the best we talked about this voice.

         Jack gave her the world’s weakest smile. He cleared his throat and his tears. “After you, Ms. Davidson,” he said, his voice shaking as he opened the door for her and gestured the three of them inside.

         Fēi Lín’s discolored cheeks lit up. It took Luke a moment to process that she was blushing and to realize Jack and Fēi Lín might not just be friends, or, at least Jack wanted them to be more.

         Fēi Lín briskly entered.

         Luke swallowed, glancing over her shoulder to make sure they weren’t walking into some kind of trap. Not that she needed to trap him considering what she did to the cops.

         He could hear running water and music. The room was brightly lit, nothing like the terror he’d been expecting from the earlier hallway.

         Jack continued to hold the door and motioned them forward, that shaky smile probably the least encouraging thing Luke had seen.

         Phil walked in without hesitation. Luke followed and also made a mental note to talk to Phil about his willingness to walk into situations that had “death” written all over them.

         “Shoes off,” Fēi Lín said, already setting hers onto a floor matt beside the door. She slipped on some smiling bunny slippers. Not what Luke was expecting. “Zài jiā! Zǎo shang hǎo, Nǎinai,” she said, louder. “Jack hé wǒ de liǎng gè péngyǒu yě zài zhèlǐ.”[1]

         Phil frowned down at his hooves. He’d already kicked off his boots when he assaulted the cops. “Anyone got some plastic wrap that I can slap over these suckers?”

         Fēi Lín shot him a glare.

         Jack took off his neon orange converses and slipped on a pair of dragon slippers that must have been there for him. Luke followed Jack and Fēi Lín’s lead and put his shoes on the floor mat.

         The apartment was small and minimalist. There wasn’t a hint of clutter. On the right, there was a small kitchen with plants hanging and nesting in every open space. The windows beside the counter were open and showed off the apartment building’s modest garden. On the left, there was a table with four chairs and a small box TV that looked like it was from the 80’s.

         A massive framed mirror lined the left wall, reflecting the window’s view. A tiny fountain gurgled beside the doorway.

         There were two closed doorways in front of them, one Luke guessed was a bathroom and the other he assumed was a bedroom. Opera music came from under one of the doors.

         Fēi Lín walked to the door with the music and slipped inside, shutting the door behind her without a word to them.

         Walking into the apartment seemed to calm Jack. He stepped over to the kitchen and set a kettle on the stove. He hesitated, looking at Phil and Luke. “Um, do either of you want anything to drink? Flynn says that Mrs. Davidson, her grandma, doesn’t really like me drinking soda, since it’s bad for my voice, but…” Jack leaned forward a little bit, his weak grin becoming goofy. “I hide some Coke behind the extra trash bags in the cabinet if you’d like one. It’ll be our secret.”

         Phil snorted. “Jeeze kid, the Coca-Cola scandal. How did a goodie church boy like you end up with Ms. Pleather Pants? And coke for the kid. I’ll take a mug if you’re making a pot of tea.”

         Jack’s freckled face went bright red. For a split second, it was like nothing had happened to his family. “I—I don’t know. Flynn can have anyone she wants, and does when it suits her fancy.”

         Luke stomach twisted at the way Jack said it, though the younger guy didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. Something about that felt very wrong. Luke realized it would be dumb to point out how Fēi Lín’s facial scars might limit her partner choices, especially to someone sweet on her.

         One part stuck. “We could have been saying Flynn this whole time?” Luke asked, glaring at Phil.

         Phil shrugged, smirking. “I thought a little enculturation would be good for you.”

         Jack pulled two mugs down from a cabinet and withdrew two Cokes. He brought the Cokes over to the table. He motioned for them to sit down.

         Luke took a Coke from him and collapsed in a chair. Phil sat beside him.

This was proving to be a complicated day. Even though the drink was warm, it felt refreshing after how tense he’d been. Just having a break from Fēi Lín—Flynn?—was nice. How much time had they spent out though? He needed to make sure Mr. D wouldn’t get suspicious. The Stolls, two of his most promising campers, could only cause organized chaos to cover for him for so long.

         At least Jack would talk, even if he did seem a little absent. Luke imagined finding your family dead would do that to you. “So, you and Flynn?” he asked, unsure if they could uncover anything else about Jack’s family and nervous Flynn would storm out the moment he asked where she went.

         Jack’s blush grew redder. “Yea. Her family was new to town. Everyone around here knows each other, so—uh—she was cool. She saved me from a monster attack. She—she’s so awesome.” His eyes turned wistful as he glanced at the closed door.

         The kettle began to whistle. Jack robotically walked back to fill the two mugs. “She told me that I wasn’t broken in the head, that I really could help people. Like…” Jack brought the two mugs over. Again, he conspiratorially leaned closer to Phil and Luke as he set the cups down. “She said her grandmother hadn’t acknowledged anyone since Flynn moved in with her. Sometimes, after I sing for them, Mrs. Davidson will even smile at me.”

         Jack giggled in delight, grinning from ear to ear.

         “Uh—huh,” Phil said, glancing at Luke. “Kid, you can definitely heal people. I guess I’m just wondering… with Flynn’s record, I take it your parents didn’t like you spending time with her or her grandma?”

         It was Luke’s turn to kick Phil’s hoof. This guy had just lost his family. Luke remembered how unstable he was before he found Thalia, when he ran from his mother, and how quick he’d come to tear people down if they criticized Thalia’s clothing after they got close.

         Jack frowned. He sat down beside them, his posture rigid. He stared at his untouched bottle of Coke. “Aston told them the stupid rumors going around the school about her.”

         Phil leaned back. “Is that what you guys argued about last night?”

         Jack fiddled with the bottle. His eyes were so red-rimmed and sunken. “I…. I asked Flynn to prom yesterday, when I was carrying her books to her English class. She gets so mad when I fuss over her.” He cracked a small smile. “But, I like, asked-asked her, not just as a friend.”

Luke took another swig of his Coke. He had to wonder if Thalia would have hit him for asking her to a dance. He suspected she’d secretly be thrilled. He hoped, with everything they planned with Kronos, he’d get to find out one day.

         It sucked that Jack asked Flynn the night before his family died. Ways to bum out an occasion.

“I’d been planning how to ask her for weeks—I mean, I didn’t think she would actually say yes with how stupid she thinks that stuff is and—I mean—I’m just a junior,” Jack continued. His bashfulness died with the next comment. “Mom and Steve already don’t like me going out because of my condition, but the idea of me dating Flynn… especially since they don’t like her telling me I’m not crazy…” Jack’s hand shook as he peeled the label off the bottle. “They’re wrong about her.”

         For a moment, only the fountain gurgled.

         That was a motive for murder, but Luke still didn’t buy it.

         Jack set the bottle down, eyes wide. “B—but you can’t tell her that’s what we argued about. I don’t want her to think—”

         “Jack.”

         Jack’s lips pressed shut and he ducked his head down.

         Flynn stepped out of the room, giving them a critical look. There was a duffle bag over her shoulder. She walked over to Jack and held a hand out to him. “Mr. Sunny?” she asked.

         Jack exhaled in relief. He fumbled around in his pockets and withdrew a—a weekly pill organizer? Luke blinked. They’d named it?

         She snatched it and went to fumble in the cabinets. “This place you want to recruit us to, do they have access to Clozapine, Olanzapine, or Aripiprazole?”

         Phil snorted. “Those aren’t exactly interchangeable, but, yea, I can get them for you.” He scowled.

         Luke’s stomach took a sharper turn as he visualized the inside of his closet, where lights flickered and his mother’s scream tore into his hiding spot. The glow of her green eyes would still perforate through the cracks of the closet door.

         She took pills like that. They didn’t help his mother’s “condition.”

         Extra saliva had built up in Luke’s mouth. He swallowed it away. “Do you… see prophecies? Vision of the future” he asked carefully. He never wanted to be near someone that could do that again.

         Jack blinked, looking confused. “No. I see monsters,” he said.

         “And your parents had you medicated for that?” Phil asked, anger making his voice shake.

          “Well, yea. I see monsters,” Jack said.

         “Di Immortales,” Phil muttered. “This is why kids should never tell their parents anything.”

         Luke’s fingers began to shake around his Coke bottle. This was just like his mother. This is why the gods needed someone to put them in their place. “And your dad just let that happen? Let you think you’d lost your mind and didn’t claim you or send any help?”

         Like Hermes did to Luke and his mother.

When May Castellan did take pills and didn’t have a fit, she was practically brain-dead: lethargic, drooling, and dizzy. Luke tried not to picture Jack like that. He wondered how recently the guy had taken his medication.

         Jack stared at the table, the red-rims around his eyes growing more pronounced. “Steve was the one who drove me to the doctor. He said a boy my age shouldn’t be afraid of silly things like monsters.”

         That must have been his stepdad.

         “That’s not who he means,” Flynn said. She brought Jack’s pill box back over. Her duffle bag rattled with his extra pill bottles. “We can’t go back to Jack’s house and this is the first place the cops will look for him.”

         For the first time since Flynn had opened her mouth to talk that day, Luke felt back in control. He knew how to do this pitch and now he knew, for sure, that he wanted these two at camp. He’d have to talk to Kronos to make sure Flynn couldn’t usurp control, but Luke guessed that Kronos could easily read through her parlor trick. “The cops won’t find Jack or you with us. We’re small right now, but we’re expanding. There’s food and shelter. We’re working to take down the gods so this—” He gestured to Jack. “—doesn’t happen again.”

         Flynn nodded. She glanced around the small apartment. “I’ll need to come back once a week and bring Jack.” She stated it as a nonnegotiatiable fact.  

         Luke wasn’t used to demigods wanting to see their family. He, Annabeth, and Thalia had run away from neglect and abuse. If neither of Flynn nor Jack had run away yet, and Jack was this at-home with Flynn’s Nainai—whatever that was, grandmother?—then she must have been alright. Flynn and Jack would have to worry about private investigators and the cops early on, but he didn’t see why they couldn’t orchestrate their return. “We’ll make it work.”

         Flynn gripped the strap of her duffle bag so tightly, her knuckles turned white. “So, we join your squad to kill our godly parents. Do we need to wear jackets or something that’ll make us targets to monsters?” She glanced down at his bright orange sweatshirt.

         Luke wanted to punch Chiron in the face. “No. We work with monsters that are under a truce. You just need to swear loyalty to Kronos and forsake the Greek gods.”

         Jack’s lip trembled. “Swear loyalty to a false god to work with demons?”

         Luke wanted to laugh. That sounded like a pitch that Thalia would have signed up for in a heartbeat.

         “Technically he’s a Titan.” Phil blew on his tea. “And they don’t really like being called ‘demons.’”

         “If you’re swearing yourself to him, what happens to your soul after you die?” Jack asked.

         Luke opened his mouth. He paused and glanced at Phil.

         “Huh,” Phil said, “I mean, I turn into a daisy no matter how this shit goes down.”

         “You swore fealty to a deity without asking what it would do to your soul?” Flynn asked skeptically.

         “Once we take over, it’ll all be fine,” Luke said, shaking the thought off. He didn’t know why they were so worried. They were talking about vengeance: here and now. Sorting out the Underworld could come once they had disposed of Hades and his crew.

         Jack set his Cola down and hugged himself again. They would definitely need to come back to the whole religion thing later.

         Flynn stared at Luke.

         “Who do you think is my godly parent?” she asked slowly.

         “Oh, with the power in your voice and that physique?” Phil snorted and took a sip of his tea. “Definitely Aphrodite.”

         Jack glared at him.

         Luke had to agree.

On the wall, Luke had been trying not to look at a picture of a fifth grade girl. Although the distortion of features made it hard to tell, Luke was fairly certain that girl was a younger Flynn. Even at age ten, she looked beautiful and had facial features that would probably have matured to make her gorgeous.

It took Luke every ounce of self-control not to ask her if a hydra had spit acid in her face before she went to middle school.        

         Flynn frowned. She glanced back towards the door with the opera music, her expression blank and eyes hollow. “The goddess of sex and beauty, right?”

         “Yea. Love, beauty, pleasure,” Luke said, remembering how Silena scolded the boys and reminded them to leave the last one out when talking to younger campers.

         Flynn released a laugh, one that contained no mirth and had no smile. Luke felt like he’d missed out on a joke that he didn’t want to hear. His curiosity about her scars vanished.

         “Yea,” she said, “I’ll help you kill my mom.”

         The conviction in her voice made Luke grin.  He stood and held out a hand. “Let’s restart this. I’m Luke Castellan.”

         Flynn gripped his hand tight enough to make him wince. “Flynn Davidson.”

         Jack swallowed. Uncertainly, he stood. He started to reach his hand out, flinched, then fully extended it. Luke took it. Jack had a gentle, comforting handshake, especially when compared to Flynn’s. “Jack Flash.”

         Phil stood up and pinched his shirt like he was wearing overalls. “And I’m Phil: the trainer of fucking heroes.”

         Flynn scoffed and nodded to the exit. She made no indication of needing to say goodbye when she said, “Let’s get out of here and fuck up our parents.”

And, with that, Luke formed a partnership that would last their entire (very short) lives. He just didn’t realize how soon after things would start to go wrong.

 ***

Thank you for the read! I hope you enjoyed the introduction to Luke’s elite squad! Stay tuned next week for The Versatility of a Guitar String, where you get to see what happened at Camp Half-Blood when Percy was looking for the Master Bolt. Follow Luke and Jack as they go undercover to recruit more half-bloods and Phil gets to juggle a corpse—wait—Phil, that’s unsanitary. Please wear gloves!

  Footnote:

[1] I’m home! Good morning, grandmother. Jack is here, along with two of my friends.

[p-jiminaa]

Fated to you. (part 1)

Kim Taehyung and You.

Summary: You have no other choice other than to marry him.

Genre: Mixes of everything! You know... cupcakes and espresso?

Gif is not mine, credit to the owner.

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“Love? Did you really think that you’re that special for me to love you?” He said it harshly, without trying to cover the harsh meaning behind his words. You shifted your gazed from your laptop screen to him. You shook your head in disbelieved as this is not the first time you witnessed him breaking up with his girlfriend and weirdly enough, the timing is strange. It is as if he only did this when you’re in the cafe.

“What about all these time we’re together. I thought it mean some...” without letting her finishing her words, he interrupt. “No. I am only here for the fun. Now, if you excuse me.” He then stood up, leaving the girl, looking dumb.

Your gaze followed the man until he exited the cafe then move back to the girl who was sitting there, still in her place. You then realized almost everyone’s attention is on her. Some showed that they were sorry while some did not even care. The girl then cried, shield her face with her palms. That surprised you as you expect her to go after him but no, she decided to create drama here. If she think that crying in public place will gain more sympathy then she’s wrong, she’s only embarrassing herself. 

You closed your laptop lid harshly, letting out a harsh breath and stood up, walked towards the counter, stand behind it and put on the microphone that is usually used to called up customer’s name in order to inform them that their food or drink is ready. 

“Everybody. My name is y/n and I am the owner of this cafe.” When you are sure that you got their attention you then continued. “We were really sorry for this sudden news. Unfortunately, we have to close our cafe today as there was an emergency situation happens at our kitchen just now. You can write down your name and phone number on the paper on your table and we will contact you for the repayment that you had made with us today. Again, we were really sorry for this unexpected situation.” With that being said, you bowed your head to the customers followed by the two server who worked with you. Although you heard some complaint from the customer, but they did not protest by showing some ungrateful behavior rather they went out after plotting down their number and name. 

Two of the server look at you with their surprise expression as they did not expect your sudden announcement. You shook your head lightly and asked them to go to the kitchen to help the chef with anything. They obeyed it instantly as they know you need alone time with the girl.

Your gazed then shifted to the girl who were still sitting on her chair, crying. You knocked on her table to get her attention. She put down her palm and looked at you with eyes full with tears. You took a seat across her. 

“Funny isn’t it?” She started the conversation. You stared at her with blank expression as you could not understand her.

“What so funny?” You lean your back against the chair. 

“Guy.” She says as she wiped away the tears. “When they want us, they act like an insane man. They promised everything. They did everything that we asked them. They followed us. But then, when they are done with us, they dump us like rubbish.” She says with eyes fulls of regret and sorrow. Your eyes falls on the ring on her finger, a blue sapphires diamond. That guy must be rich. You said to yourself. “I know this sounds unbelievable but I caught him making out with another woman in our bedroom, several times.” She chuckles in despair. “And I am crazy for still wanting to be with him even after that happens.” 

“And why did you stay?” You asked her. 

She exhales a long breath. “I don’t know. Maybe love.” Your mouth drop when she said that? Love? What even is that? Gosh! Why did people lose their sanity once they’re in love. Like they lose their common sense and unable to differentiate between logic and illogical things. She then rant about everything until she realized that she had been here for a very long time. “I am sorry ranting on you all of these thing. We barely knew each other.”

 You shrugged in response. “Its fine. I just hate when women are view as feeble.” You said it seriously, eyes fixed on her.

“Err what?” She was confused with your statement.

“You were crying in my cafe. It's really disturbing other customer if you did not notice that. I even have to close my cafe because of you. So yea, don’t have to thank me, you’re welcome.” You said it in sarcastic voice tone. You then continued “I am now done with my job as a woman who is helping other weak woman who were just left by their boyfriend and not to forget the facts that her crying was not because of their break up, but because she just lost her sugar daddy. Am I right?” You stared straight into her eyes. 

She shook her head and again you interrupt her when she’s about to say something. “What? How do I know about the sugar daddy thingy? Oh look at your ring sister and your Gucci handbag and ah, not to forget, those earrings.” You pointed her ears. “You know that earrings is really a limited edition. And you told me that those earrings was given during your first ‘monthsary.’ Not even anniversary, but ‘monthsary’ and he’s leaving you today, when yesterday, you both celebrated your third ‘monthsary’.” You chuckles in a mocking way. “What are you? A bitch whose living to suck off man’s money?” You crossed your arm. “Rise up sister. You cannot depends your life on man.” 

With that being said, you stood up and took your laptop situated beside her table where she sat before you heard her shouting at you. “You bitch! How can you have no sympathy towards...” You turned to face her. 

“Oh shut up will you. Why are you making a scene when I just helped you from embarrassing yourself.” She then cursed another ‘so called beautiful language’ but you ignored her. Your server ran to her to shut her up but you straightly went  upstairs, to your office ignoring whatever she said to you.

You were about to sit on your chair when your phone suddenly vibrated. You unlocked your phone and read the message on your screen.

We have fixed the date. Come back tomorrow to meet him.

-Dad.

You plopped on the bean bag chair the moment you finished reading the  text. Why does it have to be this way. Why can’t I choose my own groom? Why I have to obey my parent’s wishes even when I live by my own right now. Your were startles when your door was open and there you saw, the man that helped you a lot since you ran away from home, Yunhyeong.

“Hard day?” He smiles and walked towards you and took a sit on the couch situated beside you. You shrugged. He smirked in response. 

“What?” You assumed he saw what happened earlier. 

“You know, you need to learn how to behave or talk nicely towards stranger.” 

“What? Am I disrespecting you?” You asked him in disbelieve. He shook his head. Why is your response like this? Because your so-called mother had trained you to be lady like since you’re child. Can’t imagine if she saw what happened earlier. 

“I mean is... that poor girl had just broke up. You should calm her rather than aggravated her anger more.”

You instantly replied him. “That so called poor girl is a bit**. Her crying was just an act. She cried because she just lost her source of income. So I don’t think I should comfort her with kind words.” 

He smile slightly. “Just because your mother...” You glared at him. “Oppps. I mean just because your father’s wife turn to be a bit** who only want money, doesn’t mean all women are like her. Try to be nice okay?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Whatever.” You then moved your gazed to your phone screen. “By the way,I am not coming tomorrow. Take care of the cafe for me, please.” You smiles sweetly to him. Your way so that he can stop by after he finish his tomorrow and look after the cafe. 

“Hmm fine. Is it finally happening?” He asked you. And you nodded your head. His facial expression lit up. “When can I meet him then?”

“I don’t even know him, let alone meet him.” 

“I can’t believe you’re finally getting married y/n!” He says excitedly.

“Oh my God, stop it. Why are you so happy with this? Are you happy that you’re finally able to get rid of me?” You say with a huff.

“Ya pabo-ya...” He knocked your head with his phone. You glared to him in response. “I am just happy that you’re finally able to make your parent’s wishes came true. So that mean, you’re accepted back right?” 

You shrugged, did not want to give him clear answer as you don’t even know about that. Will your father able to forgive you? Even after you told him to disown you. Is that bad witch still living with your father? Even after you curse her for taking your mother’s role. You don’t even know that. The only thing you know is, your uncle went to see you, a month ago. He says you’re getting married. And this married must happens, MUST.

***

You meet your father, in the garden, sitting under the gazebo. Straightly he told you that you have no say in this marriage or else he will do ‘that thing.’ You exhales long breath, defeated to your father’s wish. Sometimes you wonder, why am I born into this family, why I have no choice in life. Everything is already fixed for you and that include spouse. 

“Let’s go y/n.” He stood beside you who were still sitting. You stood up. He then linked his arm with yours. “Really? Are we in a drama?” You says as you walked beside him.

“No. I just miss holding my daughter.” Your head turned to your father upon he said that. He smile genuinely. You shook your head in disbelief. No, this is just a drama!

“Ya Kim!” He untangled her arm from you and immediately embrace who you assumed to be your future father in law. Wait did he just called him by his surname? Oh My God, that proves they are indeed close to each other. The man or should you say Mr Kim looks old well not so old. You guess since he and your father are best friend so they might be the same age, so around 50? Just like your father’s age. 

Your father then turned to you . “This is Y/N.” You instantly smile and bowed your head to him. “Pleasure to meet you Sir.” You greeted him. He nodded his head. “You too y/n. You grow up beautifully, Just like your mother.” You smile when you listen to his compliment. Well, you can proudly admit that your facial looks similar to your mother. 

“This is my son, Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.” You glanced over to the man who was standing beside him. Your eyes widened in surprise when you finally see him. How can you did not realize his existence when you’re about to enter the living room. 

“Hello, nice to meet you.” He bowed his head slightly. You replied by bowing your head slightly to him. 

“We shall leave them to do their deep talking.” Your father then interrupt both of you. And his statement really surprised you. You glanced over to him and shook your head slightly, disagree to what he just said. He smirked in response.

Taehyung’s father also agree with that. When they were about to exit the room, Taehyung’s father turned “Taehyung, behave.” He warns his son. Oh My God, should I be scared since he was just being warned. “Don’t worry Dad.” He replied.

“Are you stalking me all these time?” You says the moment the door closed. Well, its really weird, like he know your cafe and even know your favourite places. He nodded his head proudly.

“Since when did you know about our arrangement?”

“Three months ago.” You furrowed your eyebrows. And that make sense. No wonder you keep seeing him lately. Did he did that on purpose? So that you would disagree with this.

“And so you think by behaving badly intentionally in front of me will make me disagree with our parent’s plan?” Your voice increased without you even realize about it. However, he smirked in response.

“No. Why would I? I mean is that the real me. The one that keep behaving badly. This, at this moment, is not me. This is all just an acting.”

“So then what is your purpose of stalking me? Or showing me your so beautiful behaviour?” You said it sarcastically.

“I just want you to get use to it. Because with or without the ring, I am not gonna change.”

“This is ridiculous.” You were about to open the door when he suddenly pull your arm and push you towards the wall beside the door. He took both of your hand, put it above your head and harshly on the wall. With this, you’re unable to move, not even slightest.

“You’re crazy, that for sure.” You glare at him.

“I am.” He smile evilly. “I just wanna remind you that I never took into a consideration of anyone’s feelings. So please, don’t say that I am rude to you.” He close the distance between your face and him until his nose touches yours hairs. “I love your smell. I can’t wait for our...” before he able to complete his sentence, you lifted your knee to hit his private part. That when he finally let go of your hand and crouched a little. He scrunched his face in response to the hit. You smirked seeing his reaction.

“Y/n!” You smiles happily when he shouted at you.

“I am not stupid like the doll you always sleep with. If you expect me to behave womanly, then keep on dreaming.” You put your hands on the door knobs.

“And by the way...” you turn your gazed to him. “Feelings? What are those? Just don’t fall in love with me yeah?” You winked at him playfully and exited the room.

“Y/n!” You then heard him shouting your name again when you’re about to close the door. 

“Why do you have to hit this area. How am I going to give you a child if this area is damaged!” Your eyes widened in surprise when he said that. Did he think that I am going to consummate our marriage? Keep on dreaming.

-

I’ve been into arranged marriage au lately and yeah, so I tried to write my own version of arranged marriage.  ☺️

[porscheczar110]

Best Friends

Hurt/comfort, Fluff

Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18384530/chapters/43536059

Trying again because tumblr hates me.

They had been traveling together for over a month now, Rayla realized one afternoon. Getting out of the human kingdoms had been realitivley easy, Xadia had been much more...tiring.

After they evaded sol Regem, it had been a constant game of cat and mouse with members of the sun fire military. Only in the last week did they finally seem to escape the constant patrols. Rayla was tired, being on constant lookout for the unknown was exhausting.

“Ray, are you ok?” Callum’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Yea...I’m just a bit tired.” She responded with a quick smile.

She wasn’t sure when Callum had started calling her ‘Ray’, but she didn’t hate it. In fact, there were a number of quirks they had developed after traveling with each other for over a month. Sometimes, when it was cold at night, they would find themselves curled up close together...

“Rayla...are you paying attention?” Callum invaded her thoughts once again.

“Oh yes, definitely.” She lied, “but what did you say again?”

Callum rolled his eyes, not quite irritated. Rayla was usually hyper focused, but sometimes he caught her lost in thought. He enjoyed those moments, when he was able to watch her violet eyes glaze over, shifting from one place to another. Sometimes, she would absent mindedly brush a strand of her growing white hair behind her ear, as if she was trying to grasp a thought just out of her reach. Callum found it cute. Cute. Wait, when did that happen? He wasn’t sure.

“Just that we should stop soon, it’s getting dark.” He replied, shaking that last thought from his mind.

“Oh right, I hadn’t noticed. I guess because it still looks like daytime to me!” Rayla quipped, shooting a half-smile in his direction.

“Yea, Yea...I get it. Your an elf, you have great vision. We humans are physically inferior.” Callum replied, half smirking, half realizing he was still slightly discouraged by his lack of physical prowess, even if he could still do magic.

Rayla noticed immediately that Callum was a little crestfallen. She turned around and grabbed his hands. She stared directly into his bright green eyes, “Callum, you know that’s not what I meant. You are incredible in so many ways. We are a team, and I could not have gotten here without you. We are doing this together.” She spoke softly, but with authority.

They stared at each other for a few moments before Callum squeezed her hands and whispered, “thank you.” Rayla smiled, not wanting to let go of him “come on, dummy, let’s go find somewhere to settle down for the night.”

————

They had been lucky, there was a cave not too far from the path they had been traveling. They ate in silence tonight, both lost in their own thoughts.

Rayla was thinking about her life in Xadia. She was constantly training to become an Assassin, it was what she had always wanted; to redeem herself for her parent’s betrayal. She had found very little time for friends. Her path to redemption was all that mattered. Was that right? Had she truly had no friends? She pulled her legs inward, resting her head on top of her knees.

“Rayla?” Callum snapped her back to the present.

“Yea?”

“It’s really cold tonight...” Callum’s lips were blue. His poor human body could not produce enough heat to get through the night, of that she had no doubt. “Can I come over there?”

Rayla’s ears slanted a little more upwards, she hated to admit it, but she liked it when he slept next to her. “Of course, wouldn’t be a very good companion if I let you freeze to death out here, would I?”

Callum chuckled, “I suppose not, thanks.” He got up, and sat next to her, just brushing her arm and leg. Rayla flushed pink, even though they had done this several times, it always felt...intimate. She wasn’t really sure what to make of her feelings. She let out a long sigh, her thoughts returning to her childhood.

“Is something the matter?” Callum asked, slightly concerned.

When they had first started traveling together, she would always just say “oh no, it’s nothing.” She had learned better by now. Sometimes, it was as if Callum could peer into her very soul, so she knew better than to hide it.

“Yea...I was thinking about what life was like before all of this happened. I realized that I’ve never had a best friend, or someone that I could count on outside of Runnan and Tinkerer. The cycle of revenge and redemption I have been chasing my whole life meant that I never really became close with anyone.” She sighed again, letting her head rest against the rock they were both leaning on.

“I’m sorry Ray. You know, I kind of know how you feel. Outside of my Dad and my brother, I never really had anyone either. Sure, I was friends with Soren and Claudia, but I was never as close to them as I am with...” his voice trailed off, as if he realized what he was about to say and thought better of it.

It was Rayla’s turn to peer into his soul. She turned to stare him directly in his eyes and said, “As you are with me, Callum? It’s ok, you can say it. I feel the exact same thing about you. You are my first and only best friend.”

Callum’s heart skipped a beat, or three. What was this feeling? He and Rayla had always gotten along, but he never thought they would come this far. She cared for him whenever he was feeling sad or mournful for his father. She kept him company, she protected him, and she always thought of him first. She was most certainly his best friend, maybe more.

“Yes, you are my best friend to, Rayla. You care for me in a way that no one else has ever been able to.” He settled to leave out the “maybe more” part.

“Of course, you mean a lot to me, dummy. Now try and get some rest!” Rayla smiled at Callum fondly and ran her hand closest to him through his hair, being careful to commit the feeling to memory. She had done this a few times when he was feeling down or panicked. It always had a calming effect on him. As an added bonus, it made her heart flutter to be so close to him. She would have to deal with that feeling later.

A few minutes passed and Rayla started drifting to sleep. Before she could, Callum spoke up again, “Hey Ray, I’m still really cold.”

Maybe it was the grogginess, or the confidence brought about by the conversation they just had, but Rayla simply said, “just a sec, I have an idea”. She shifted her body to be fully against Callum’s, making sure he could be as warm as possible. Then, she laid her head against his shoulder, taking extra care that her horns didn’t stab him. She was able to slot herself in just a way that Callum’s head and chin fit right between her two horns. Finally, she took his right hand in her left and buried herself into his arm. She was quite comfortable. “Is this better?”

Callum had a mini heart attack. He wasn’t sure when he snapped back into consciousness, but when he did, he was acutely aware of how Rayla was pressed up against him, this was the closest they had ever been. Her touch gave him goosebumps, but even more, gave him comfort. He felt safe. Next, he observed her horns. This was also the closest he had ever been to them. They were beautiful in every way. There were intricate lines and patterns that cris crossed the entire length of her horns. Also, they were impossibly smooth. He rubbed his cheek against them as he got comfortable. Finally, and he wasn’t totally sure how this was possible, but Rayla’s hair smelt like moon berries.

“Um, yes, way better, I’m a lot warmer now. Rayla....your horns, their beautiful.”

Rayla thanked the Gods above that Callum couldn’t see her face. She flushed a brighter red than even bait could manage. Her eyes stung, no one had ever complimented her looks, especially her horns. That was a very intimate gesture for elves, and Moonshadow elves in particular...but Callum couldn’t have known that, could he?

“Oh uh well, thank you,” was all she could manage.

They stayed silent for a bit, relishing every second they had together, not thinking about the day to come.

Rayla finally managed to ask one last question: “Callum, can you promise me we will always stick together? Everyone I have ever loved or cared for has always left me in some way or another. I don’t want that to happen with us.” Her ears had drooped as she asked the question. She knew it was a lot to request from someone who’s family she almost murdered, but she truly hoped Callum would reciprocate.

Callum wasted no time, “We will always stick together no matter what, Ray. I’ve experienced the same feeling, and I will never ever do that to you”.

Rayla let out a nervous breath, “Thank you Callum, that means so much to me. I will always stick by you too. Now let’s get some sleep, otherwise you dumb human body won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

With that, the leaned closer into one-another and sleep enveloped them both.

That night, they dreamt of each other.

[ne0nbaby]

Enemies to lovers!cal

Request: can u do enemies to lovers with cal? thank u x

thanks for request hun hope it’s not too bad!! ok yea it’s a bit messy im sorry my love i hope you still like it a little bit 

- ok so you’re actually one of luke’s best friends for years and he asked you to come on tour with the boys as the stylist bc you know how to make a good ass outfit as well as fix the mess they call their hair 

- you hit it off with all the boys really well like y’all became best friends   except for calum for some reason bc he was being difficult 

- but like you were too sooo 

- he’d love to do shit to tick you off like complain about his hair 

- or saying he wont wear an outfit just because of the color or the material is itchy even tho it was like the softest shirt he just loved to make you mad 

-  y’all could actually go at it sometimes like full on yelling bc of something stupid

- the other boys thought it was funny first and would like make jokes calling calum your best friend and vice versa

- cal lowkey being jealous of your friendship with the rest of the band especially luke

- he'd always have a dumb comment and roll his eyes when you where talking with luke

- "are you done talking to your boyfriend so you could do my hair or what?"

- at this point even luke was getting annoyed and the rest of the boys but like mostly luke

- Ashton actually was the one who confronted calum first bc he's like a dad tbfh and was tired of his SHIT

- "why do you keep acting like a dick to her? She's actually a really cool person when you're nice to her"

- "she just annoys me"

- Ashton gets PISSED bc y'all actually got close and he saw how your feelings would lowkey get hurt at some of the things calum says

- "i don't care if she annoys you treat her like a DECENT HUMAN"

- calum just rolls his eyes and leaves but hears Ashton whisper something

- "what did you say" "she's too good to be treated like shit"

- he didn't say anything and just left but then started thinking about you

- how you'd always do nice things for the crew like help them out whenever they needed it

- you always stayed up with them to help clean up after shows

- you even brought them brownies and cookies that you'd make for everyone bc you love baking and it was an excuse to make a shit ton of sweets

- calum being the stubborn bitch he is would never get one but the one time he did he was like well shit

- he slowly started to realize that Ashton was right and he was just being a dick

- he was trying to figure out what he was gonna say to you bc he actually felt really bad

- when he finally got to the dressing room he was all ready with his apology

- homeboy even got you your flowers after he bugged the fuck out of luke to tell which ones they were

- you being the good person you are accepted his apology but like you were still kinda cautious bc you were scared he was gonna turn on you again

- he'd notice that while you guys were starting too be friends you weren't as close as the other boys

- which now made him highkey jealous

- he was confused on his feelings bc you'd make him feel some way and he'd constantly be a bit jealous bc you weren't giving him attention

- he didn't know what to do anymore so he just talks to Ashton about it

- "i don't know i just feel like she still doesn't like me which hurts bc i think im actually starting to really like her and im confused bc i don't normally feel like this"

- he kept rambling and rambling until ashton lost his shit and started LAUGHING

- "im trying to tell you my feeling THIS ISN'T FUNNY"

- Ashton just keeps laughing bc he doesn't understand how two of his best friends can be so OBLIVIOUS

- "OH MY GOD ARE YOU BLIND ?! SHE'S LIKE BASICALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU"

- calum was shook i like jaw dropped, eyes wide, can't even say anything shook

- cal thought he was just messing with him to get his hopes up but really y’all were both headass for each other

- “ dude she still has one of the flowers that you gave her. i was about to throw it away bc it was dead but she almost pushed me over saying she can’t throw it away bc you gave it to her”

- luke walks hearing about the flower “ oh yea y/n would literally fight anyone for that dried up flower”

- oof when calum heard that he got the biggest fucking smile that boy was WHIPPED

- that was literally all the convincing he needed homeboy was already on his way to get more flowers

- the way he asked you out was simple but so cut ;(

- he got your favorite flowers again and also on of your favorite albums you’ve been wanting you talk about it all the time and you bet your ass he listens bc he is HEADASS 

- “i heard you still have one of the original flowers i gave you so um here are some more so you can replace them .. and also... um  doyouwanttogoonadatewithme?”

- he looked so nervous it was so cute omfg mY FUCKING HEART STOP

- you almost miss everything he just said but of course, you said yes 

- everyone already knew you guys were gonna get together so when you guys officially started dating you were EVERYONE’S power couple

- you guys are actually the cutest fucking couple and now you drag calum to help the crew too he even bakes with you even tho he’s really just there making a mess

- he finally appreciates you for everything and he’d do anything just to make you happy

- you were his world and he was your’s

i dont know how i feel about this it’s lowkey a mess like i wrote the first half while i was really high yikes dont judge me bc im a borderline pothead . also sorry for any errors i finished this real quick bc i have to do my stats h help 

anyways my request are open for hc’s !

AGAIN SORRY THIS IS SO MESSY 

[kayah16]

Ardian gets into his first fight a redo (Cause Tumblr a bitch)

It was a normal school day for Ardian. Go in stay to himself and leave. Today was different though one of his classmates Jason decided to piss him off. Him and Jason been at odds since elementary school. Jason always felt the need to come out his mouth.

Now they were in High school and that shit got worse. Jason had blue eyes and felt he was Gods gift to the world. Ardian usually ignored him because his Mama taught him somebody gotta have some sense.

He was sitting by himself at his normal lunch table doodling in his sketchpad. Jason walked up with a smirk on his face. Ardian rolled his eyes. He was not in the mood for the foolishment.

"What's up? Drawing again?"

Ardian ignored him continuing his drawing.

"I mean you gotta do something useful you probably end up a drug dealer anyway."

Once again Ardian ignored him.

"I wanna know how your dad is Dutch and Albanian which is basically white and your mother is a black woman and you came out ugly."

Ardian wasn't going to admit it but his looks was a sore spot for him.

"But also your mother is fine as hell and your dad. He's ugly and on steroids. So I wonder do she have to fake it?"

Ardian left leg started to shake as he tried to ignore Jason.

"I know your parents are ashamed of you. Having you as a son. I know your mother wish she had of aborted."

Tears welled up in Ardians eyes as he tried to ignore Jason and his words.

"Awwww little Ardian crying? How your Daddy a wrestler and you crying? I see his steroid using ass didn't teach you much? But I could teach your mom something."

That was the last straw for Ardian. He placed his pencil down and stood up and got in Jasons face. His brown eyes boring into Jasons blue eyes.

"What you gonna do? Go home and tell mommy and daddy? And your incompetent father gonna come up here? I'm surprised he stayed in your life. You not worth nothing. I bet you if you was to die your parents throw a party."

Ardian connected his right hand with Jasons face causing the boy to fall to the floor. His nose bleeding instantly.

"Wow. Cry baby Ardian pack a mean punch."

Ardian wanted to walk away but something inside his head snapped and he got on top of Jason landing blow after blow on the boys face. Jason covered as best he could but Ardian was not letting up.

The kids surrounded them some recording and some encouraging the boys to fight. Jason was somehow able to get Ardian off of him and land a blow.

Ardian ended up hitting the boy in his ribs. Jason groaning in pain. Ardian continued his beating until a dean came and separated them well tried cause Ardian was able to get loose and go back to whooping Jasons ass. Another dean came and separated them but it took more than two people to get Ardian off of Jason.

"Yea! Yea! Talk now! Cry Baby Ardian. Cry Baby Ardian. Well make sure you let your friends know Cry Baby Ardian just beat your ass."

Ardian yelled as he was dragged out the cafeteria. Jason holding his ribs as breathing was becoming harder to do. The deans took him to the office and instantly called Tasha to come up to the school. Ardian was sitting in the chair waiting on his mother as he tried to get Jasons words out his head.

A few minutes later Tasha was led to Ardian and seen the look on her sons face and knew something was wrong. Her son was like Rezar with the temper department.

"Ardian. Why you crying?"

Ardian wiped his eyes as his left leg shook. Him cracking his hands as he shook his head.

"Ardian. What happened?"

"Jason kept bothering me. He been bothering me for a while. I ignore him cause you say somebody gotta have some sense. But today I just... I don't know Mommy."

The Dean came in and sat down in his chair across from Ardian and Tasha.

"Ardian, the school code is rise above bullying and what you showed was of bullying behavior."

"I showed bully behavior? I been coming to you for months telling yall Jason is bothering me and keep saying stuff out his mouth. I told my teachers and they said they couldn't do nothing about it."

"Why didn't you tell me Ardian?"

Tasha asked as she placed a calming hand on her sons leg to calm him down.

"Cause I didn't want to bother you Mommy."

"Ardian, the rules are you suppose to write a complaint and we will review it."

Tasha looked at the man like he was crazy.

"What happened for my son to go off the way he did?"

"I'm not sure. I'm going to see if one of the students have footage of it."

The Dean got up and left leaving Ardian and Tasha alone.

"Ardian, you should have told me."

"I didn't want to bother you Mommy. I didn't mean to snap the way I did. I just lost it Mommy."

"What did Jason say?"

"He said Dad was on steroids. I was ugly. Dad was incompetent. And if I was to die you and dad would throw a party."

"You know that's not true."

Ardian didn't say anything as he wiped his tears. The Dean came back with Haleigh who looked shocked to see Ardian and Tasha. Haleigh seen Jason bothering Ardian but thought Ardian would ignore it. The video was sent to her from one of her classmates."

"Hi Ms. Tasha. Hey Ardi."

Ardian said nothing as he looked at his hands.

"Do you know what happened Haleigh?"

"I seen Jason bothering Ardian, but I don't know what happened after that. I do have the video."

Haleigh took her phone out and went to the messages and clicked the video. She gave Tasha her phone and Tasha watched the video. Yep that was Rezar son. She gave Haleigh her phone back and the dean told Haleigh to go back to class.

"Jason has a broken nose. Two black eyes and broken ribs. I'm sorry but what your son did is unacceptable."

"Hold the hell on. My son was defending himself and his family and he's wrong? Yall dumb as hell. So what is the boys punishment?"

"Nothing. He didn't lay hands on Ardian. Ardian threw the first punch."

"Words are punches. Just because he didn't physically lay hands on him he did verbally lay hands on him."

"Their is no rule against words being thrown out."

Rezar walked in and looked at his son and wife.

"What happen?"

"A boy was saying some hurtful stuff and your son beat his ass."

"Is the boy in trouble?"

Tasha shook her head no.

"What is his punishment?"

"60 day suspension along with anger management."

"He don't need anger management. He sees a therapist already."

Tasha snapped as she grabbed the paperwork from the dean. Ardian got up and put his bookbag on and waited for his parents. Tasha got up and left along with her husband and son. On the walk out they ran into the boys parents the mother pissed. Not as pissed as Tasha.

"I will be filing a lawsuit."

"A lawsuit against who?"

"Your ingrate of a son and his need not to control his temper."

"Oh, that's where your son gets his mouth from? See I would beat your ass. But you already miserable. Your husband gives you bad sex every night which means you neglect your son. Your son comes to school and shows his ass cause he wants attention. My son gave him the attention he so desperately needed. You see me. I get good sex and able to give my child attention. You can learn. Don't ever try me or my child."

With that Tasha, Rezar, and Ardian left the school.

"If it's okay with your mother. You can come with me to the European tour."

Rezar remarked as they got in the car. Ardian looked at his Mother with hopeful brown eyes.

"You can go Ardian. But same rules apply."

"Yes ma'am."

AN: Angst. Fluff. I had to redo it cause Tumblr deleted my other one. And don't worry I got @queenreignsempire permission to use Haleigh. Sorry it sucks

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Supernatural AU: Episode 5 - Faith

Part 2 

Her throat went raw as she screamed into her pillow, a sharp pain shooting through her foot when she kicked the door closed. He’d nearly died. Dean and Sam had nearly died because she’d failed.

“You can’t leave them alone!” Her father had screamed.

“I was just trying to perfect my aim!”

“And look what happened!” He roared.

In her attempt to get better at what she was apparently supposed to do for the rest of her life, she’d almost lost the two people she cared about most in the world – her two little brothers.

She hadn’t been gone two hours. But in those two hours Dean managed to get out of the hotel room and run into the very werewolves that John had been hunting. He didn’t get bitten, but the claw marks across his small chest were bad enough.  “Dean, I’m sorry!” She cried.

“Sorry isn’t enough!” Her father yelled. “What if he had died?”

“Dad, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it. You need to pay attention Bobbie. Life isn’t about you anymore. They need you.”

Sterile white floors and harsh fluorescent lights stung at the eyes of the youngest and oldest Winchesters as they approached the nurses’ desk. While the doctors treated Dean, they were supposed to make sure their insurance went through. It seemed so mundane; this was anything but. Fortunately, they had new solid identities so insurance wasn’t the issue. A little insurance fraud was the least of what either of them would do to make sure Dean came back to them. “Mister…Berkowitz,” the nurse said hesitantly, obviously having trouble with putting the name to the face. “We’ll call you as soon as we know anything.”

Sam thanked the nurse for her help and turned to see Bobbie sitting with her head in her hands, silent sobs shaking her body. “He’s gonna be okay,” he said softly. Other people might have been able to take that at face value, but Bobbie could hear the small tears in his voice. “He has to be.”

She wanted to believe – look on the bright side. At least he wasn’t dead yet. But every time she couldn’t get between the boys she loved and the next big danger, she felt the noose becoming tighter and tighter. If she could take on the world’s pain and be ripped limb from limb day after day to keep her brothers safe she would.  

When the doctor emerged a few minutes later, Bobbie’s head popped up from Sam’s shoulder, a single ray of hope driving her toward him. Sam followed close behind.

“How is he?”

“He’s okay for the moment, but-“

“But what?” Bobbie interjected. ‘But’ was a bad word. In their world, ‘but’ meant deep-seated hollowness, a black hole where a heart should be. “What’s wrong?”

The siblings fell into a vacant state as the doctor explained Dean’s situation. The electricity had triggered a massive heart attack, leaving it atrophied beyond repair. “We can make him comfortable, but I suspect he only has a couple of weeks to a month before his heart gives out.”

“No,” Sam whispered, fruitlessly appealing to the doctor. “There has to be something. There-“

“I’m sorry, but keeping him out of pain is all we can do.”

As the doctor gave his condolences and left without another word, Bobbie felt her knees start to shake – that hollowness eating away at her heart.

No. These doctors had no idea of the possibilities out there. She and Sam would find a way to save Dean. They had to. If John wasn’t going to be the father they needed, then she would step, no matter how unfair it was.

Bobbie had always hated hospitals. Sterility smelled like death. When they walked into Dean’s room and pulled the curtain back, Bobbie slapped her hand over her mouth without thinking. The darkness under his eyes was far beyond the normal – not just tired, but sunken and withering. “Geez, both of you look like bigger shit than I do.”

“Doubtful.” Sam smiled to hide the pain. Something he did well.

Despite all their pain, that never worked for Bobbie. She wore her heart on her sleeve. Always. She was an open book.

“We’re gonna find something, Dean,” Bobbie assured him. There was no hint of doubt in her voice anymore and Sam noticed, giving her a supportive nod. No longer could she play the doubtful sister; she had to step into the role of protective mother. It was that or lose half her heart.

As he lay in the bed, practically glued to the crappy daytime television in front of him, he tried to play it all off. He was the tough guy. Nothing got to Dean Winchester. As a strong as a rock he was. But the thing people didn’t realize about him was just how scared and vulnerable he could be if you only knew the signs. Avoidance, quick to respond, eyes darting from the person he was supposed to be convincing of his machismo. Deep down he was petrified; she’d put money on it.  “You have to accept reality.”

“And that is?” Sam’s voice rose with each word, denial begging Dean not to voice the dreaded reality they were supposed to face.

“That I’m going to die.”

No. Bobbie would never allow it. “I’m the older one. I die first.”

An uncomfortable silence hung between them for a moment. “You both better take care of that car or I’ll haunt your asses.”

When he chuckled, Bobbie snapped. “That’s not funny, asshat.”

“I’m being deadly serious.”

“Really?” Sam exclaimed.

Bobbie finally allowed herself to ease into their usual banter because if she didn’t she would sob until there was nothing left to cry and that would be worse on Dean. He’d always hated seeing her cry. “Alright, we’re gonna go,” she said.

Sam finished her thought. “But we’re gonna find something. Promise.”

He wasn’t convinced, but he forced a smile and sent them away. This was the game – one day something was going to take them out. He’d hoped to get a few more years of ganking monsters under his belt before he bit the bullet but such was life. His time had come.

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Back in the room, Bobbie broke down. She couldn’t play protective mom all the time and though she wanted to stay positive for Sam’s sake, she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Taken aback by her shattering cry, Sam wrapped her in his arms, his right hand cradling her head against his chest as she cried. “We’re going to find something, Bobbie. I swear. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

“That’s supposed to be my job.”

He kissed her forehead, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye and onto her matted brown hair. “We’re family. It’ll never be all on you.”

If only she could force herself to live by his words.

“Why don’t you go shower while I make some calls?”

“I can help. We need to move quickly.”

“I’ll be quick, but you can’t help us if you don’t take care of yourself. After everything that’s happened recently, the baku, Dad – you need to breathe.”

Bobbie sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her jacket, not caring how gross she looked. “I must really smell if you’re trying to push me to shower.”

“You don’t exactly smell pleasant,” He laughed.

It was the first genuine smile she’d had all day. “Bite me, Sammy.”

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While Bobbie washed the days’ old grime off her tired muscles, Sam called every known associate of John’s, Bobby included, to try and figure out something that could help Dean. After convincing Bobby he was of better help where he was, he went down the list of names in John’s journal. He could feel his hope waning with each call – those he talked to leaving him with little to nothing to go on, but he plugged on with increased vigor when he heard Bobbie stifle another cry.  

Minutes later, she dried off and pulled on some comfortable clothes, emerging from the bathroom to see Sam deep in thought. “Anything?”

“Yea,” he replied. “I don’t think either of you are gonna wanna go for it, but it’s what I have.”

It didn’t matter. She’d do anything. “What is it?”

“A faith healer.”

She scoffed and spun around, flopping into the bed and mumbling into her pillow. “That’s what we have? A hokey religious nut that thinks they’ve been endowed with the power of God.”

Before Sam could reply, they heard a knock at the door and were surprised to find Dean, wobbly as all hell, leaning against the doorframe. “What the hell, man? What are you doing here?”

He slapped Sammy on the shoulder and laughed. “I checked myself out. Not about to stay in a hospital with nurses that aren’t even hot when I have precious little time left.”

Bobbie wanted to smack him, but he was already in pain, so she refrained. “Dumb! Dumb! You’re dumb! Why would you do that?”

“I just told you,” he said with that cheeky grin that could either endear someone to him or drive them up a wall.

Gritting her teeth, she threw her pillow at him. “Stop thinking with your dick for like two seconds!”

“Nah. Anything?”

“Uh, yea,” Sam said, eyeing his sister. He was about to withhold valuable information; she could tell. “A friend of Dad’s, Joshua, referred me to a specialist who can see us tomorrow afternoon.”

Dean was less that thrilled with the whole situation, figuring his brother and sister were both just in denial about his eventual downfall, but they wouldn’t let go, so he’d just go along for the ride and get in a little more time with his beloved Baby. “Alright, why don’t we sleep for a few hours then and get going early in the morning.”

It took less than ten minutes for the motel room to fill with the snores of hunters who’d been stretched beyond their limits.

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At five the next morning, they dragged themselves groggily out of bed and into the car. Bobbie wanted nothing more than to sleep for another few years, but Dean was sick and Sam had pulled more than his fair share the night before, so she drove the car out of the motel parking lot while her brothers slept a little bit more. Their destination wasn’t all that far away so before she could fall asleep at the wheel they’d arrived.

It wasn’t even a church. A tent stood in the middle of a field, surrounded by cars on either side with paths of grass and dirt leading toward it like the parting of the seas. The sign read ‘Reverend Roy LeGrange – Faith Healer.’ “Oh hell,” she groaned. She didn’t begrudge anyone with faith, so long as it wasn’t forced on her or used to undermine another, but she just couldn’t understand it herself – not with the life she’d led. This was such a waste, but it was all they had to go on at the moment. “We’re here.” She reached toward both of them and shook them awake.

“A faith healer?” Dean exclaimed, slipping out of the car and slamming the door shut. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie. I stretched the truth,” Sam said. Bobbie smiled to herself as she recalled the night before. Of course Dean was going to hate this. Sam on the other hand was hopeful. Maybe it was the fact that he was so young when it all happened that he didn’t have the memory to become jaded, but whatever it was, Dean and Bobbie didn’t have it.

“You said doctor.”

“I said specialist,” he said. “Dad’s friend assures he’s the real deal.”

As they approached the tent, a man protested with flyers in hand, screaming that LeGrange wasn’t all that he said he was, and while the elder Winchesters were inclined to believe him, they went inside for Sam’s sake. “Maybe it’s time for you to have a little faith.” Dean tried to humor him but he still rolled his eyes. “The good doesn’t exist with the bad and we’ve seen the bad, so how can you believe there isn’t some good out there with what we’ve seen?”

“Exactly,” Dean said, his hands fidgeting in his pockets. He wanted to curl his fingers around a pool cue or the neck of a good beer, not this. “Seen! We’ve seen what evil does to good people.”

Bobbie opened her mouth to speak but was caught off guard when another woman turned, faith dripping from every pore. “Maybe god works in mysterious ways?” Her smile was genuine, her faith undeterred by the skeptics around her. It was actually refreshing to see someone with such strong faith.

Dean scanned the young woman. His mind raced with dirty thoughts that, if God existed, he might not be a fan of. “Maybe he does,” he said assuredly. “I think he might’ve even turned me around on the subject.” As Bobbie walked past him and into the tent, she smacked the back of his head. What a hoe.

If he wasn’t already on the verge of death, she’d kill him.

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