#ignore me i'm just venting because she invited me to stay with her for the weekend and i decided to give her another chance

[shipmansflannels]

"who asked first" with the yellowjackets

yay! I'm back! the decision to open a new blog just for yellowjackets wasn't easy at all, but since it's been a year since this obsession has barely gone away and I already had an extremely confusing blog with layouts and the like, I wanted to start over with this one. hope you like it. I'll make a very simple and small prompt first, and then I'll make the masterlist and the oneshots/fanfics. stay tuned! sorry for any grammatical or coherence errors, english is not my first language and I'm trying to improve!

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who asked first with the yellowjackets girls...

jackie taylor.

well, if we're going to be honest here, you definitely asked first.

of course, jackie had already been rehearsing for weeks how he would ask you out. but she's obviously a girlfaillure, so you definitely asked first.

it was probably when she least expected it. it could be at soccer practice, or when you were coming home from school together and you had the audacity to ask her to go out with her to some hypothetical and boring place in the middle of the street… whatever.

all I know is that this little loser was eager for you to ask, and she definitely rolled out the classic, "took you too long…"

shauna shipman.

again, you asked first.

shauna doesn't have the social tact to ask you out (she's just like me), and drunk is even worse, so you actually had to make the first move most of the time.

just like jackie, it could have been when she was at soccer practice, or when she was alone enough to vent to her journal and you were able to get close to her without scaring her. anyway, the thing is, shauna was already secretly expecting this to happen (a lot of her journal pages were about you btw), so it wasn't a surprise either when you asked her out.

despite everything, you didn't have any difficulties on your first date. she's pleasant company, I suppose.

natalie scatorccio.

one of the rare exceptions where she asked first.

okay, don't be fooled, either. natalie is very cocky from time to time, but asking to go out with you is definitely one of the times she tends to weaken. so, kevyn probably dared her to do it and she just took advantage of her cooler personality to use it on you.

but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. in fact, it's kind of a good thing (and probably depressing for her) because she only felt like herself when she asked you. I see in nat a huge tendency to ignore some of her feelings, especially when it comes to people she likes.

the invitation was probably also full of teasing on her part, from body language to the words used for it. and somehow she made it look cool and convinced you to accept it.

things that only natalie scatorccio could do.

lottie matthews.

for some reason, I'm 100% sure you asked first.

I know many of us think of lottie as a completely carefree, liberal and often bitchy enough person to ask someone out on a date. but, if we count the pre-crash, I think she was a very insecure person and uncertain of her feelings, more due to the influence of the pills.

so, as incredible as it sounds, you asked first. it was in an extremely relaxed conversation between you that the invitation ended up unintentionally, and she was visibly panicked when she agreed.

lottie is probably the type of person who has a rehearsed speech in front of the mirror while getting ready, and with her enviable style and expensive clothes (some stolen), she would do anything to make your date the perfect date.

taissa turner.

she asked first.

taissa is confident enough to ask you out, I have no doubt about that. but she definitely spent weeks planning the perfect invitation, just in case everything went wrong and she needed to run (just like what happened when she thought about breaking allie's leg before nationals).

anyway, taissa would certainly ask first and it would be quite a surprise for you. taking into account that, from the moment you accepted, you would discover that van also knew about her friend's ideas, and later that half of the team also knew. it would be a shock because you wouldn't understand tai's intentions at first.

but none of them are necessarily bad. one, is that tai was really excited if you accepted, and her anxiety couldn't stop her from wanting to tell the world. two, because she was overly excited that you had agreed to go out with her, and wanted the world to know it as well.

van palmer.

as much as I would really like to prove otherwise, you asked first.

van has the same problem as lottie, but in her case, it's excessively because of the sarcasm jokes and high charisma. she thinks she's being too much for you and that asking for something like that on this level would end up scaring you away.

in the end, it's totally the opposite, but it's going to take van a long time to figure that out, specifically. the invitation would happen when she least expected it, probably when you were feeling confident enough to pass notes to her during classes.

it's a cute invitation, and one that van would hold in question for a long, long time.

misty quigley.

there would be no other answer. she asked first.

misty has no shame in admitting that she has a crush on you. and of course, to ask you out on a date, this shame decreases even more. she doesn't even care if she will be made fun of by her colleagues, what really matters is that she planned everything for you to accept.

and when I say everything, it really means everything.

from the moment she will slide up to your table and quietly ask if you accept, to the tone of voice she will use to persuade your brain to accept, to the place she will take you hand in hand and then let it slide. … she literally thought of every detail.

and, well, knowing misty quigley's ability to create plans, the whole thing worked out… until you figured it all out and admitted that you liked it even more, much to her surprise.

laura lee.

you asked first, of course. there would be no other answer either.

of course, not ruling out the possibility of laura lee asking first, given her hidden impulsive personality, but, in this case, taking the obviousness into account, you asked, and had to be careful with every line said in the invitation.

of course, it needed to be at a time when you were alone, because you were afraid that pressure from other people would make you feel suffocated. this, of course, did not happen. she thought it was a classic weekend outing, like you guys usually did, until she realized your real intentions.

and, truly, at no point did it make her feel restrained or scared. she was ready to be vulnerable and be herself around you, no matter what.

(but, if you casually ask lottie at some point, she will definitely claim that she saw laura lee rehearsing some speeches and compliments for you in the locker room mirror…)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not roleplaying with someone?

I (19F) started a dnd-type roleplaying server with my friend (also 19F). She's the one in charge so she invited her online friend, Crow (I don't know his age but I know he's a few years younger than us) along with a few others. It's pretty fun although I can't always be there (health and school reasons).

However, me and Crow do not get along. We used to be in other servers together when we were younger and he would constantly say or do things to piss me off (sometimes I also did it back, though). Usually our mutual friends diffuse our arguments and things go back to normal.

From the start it felt like Crow really didn't give a shit about his character and kept making up excuses not to use him (creating other ocs, having him go missing, etc) so I was really shocked when he dm'd me to plan out a scene he wanted to do with my character.

Surprisingly, we put our differences aside pretty well, until it came down to writing the actual scene, where he completely ignored all of our planning and did what he pleased. He claimed it was because I introduced a plot twist (which we did briefly mention in our planning) and was just following the flow. I wasn't mad until he said I shouldn't be mad at something that could have been avoided had I just read his characters' lore (in my defense, he constantly creates new characters and writes pages and pages of info for them, it's hard to keep up when I'm really busy and specifically just want to play with our original cast of characters).

In the aftermath of that conversation I may have offended him because he kept acting all stand off ish but he claimed it was because he was autistic and couldn't really understand what I was trying to say (which I understand because I'm also some sort of neurodivergent who has trouble understanding subtext but it didn't really feel necessary in that conversation)

Cut to a few months later in which he's sort of just gotten really compliant and barely participates anymore, until he just straight up disappears for two weeks (he's done this before on other servers for attention so I just leave him be until he comes back on his own)

Finally, he does come back with like a whole essay on how we've been mistreating him and how terrible he's felt being left out (*cough* self isolating *cough*) I try to reason with him but it feels lile he's just being dismissive and interruptive. And again, he's typing very stand off ish, almost like he's writing a corporate email. I explain that none of us are purposefully leaving him out- he just didn't take the hint that we wanted to write something other than what he liked or thought was fun. I still don't understand what he was trying to say but we agreed to compromise and he went to sleep since it was late.

Now that he's back it's sort of awkward facing him after that night so I try my best to ignore him and do my own thing. He still has fun and writes with the others but I stay out of his way and he stays out of mine. I don't know if that's the right thing to do since he originally got mad at me for ignoring him, am I the asshole, though?

TLDR: I ignored a mutual friend who I can't get along with and then he wrote a vent post (indirectly) about me, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[eruden-writes]

Scent Match - Part 3

(Note: Started with an anon asking for the phrase prompt, “Oh. Oh.”)

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan hearthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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The VIP lounge was simultaneously underwhelming and overwhelming. While the environment was remarkably drab - reminding Amber of a sad office party with business-grade navy carpet and neutral grey walls - being in the midst of celebrities brought her anxiety to a heart pounding ten. She was just thankful to have Addie by her side, helping to field questions

She just had to focus on calling the actors by their actual identities, rather than their character's names.

"So, did you think you'd get the Augustine Prime's attention with this drawing?" From across the coffee table, Tarias - Theo Delaney - leaned forward in his chair. A smile spread over his features, his eyes alight with amusement. On the table was the aforementioned drawing.

Amber glanced down at the piece, ignoring how Augustine - from his spot on the floor - watched her so... closely.

For the most part, Augustine simply basked in Amber's presence. He was thankful she agreed to venture into the VIP area. At the time of his request, he hadn't realized he'd be able to inconspicuously take in her scent for an extended time. Augustine had merely wanted her to stay near him.

Now, not only was he committing her scent to memory, but Amber's mannerisms. The way her gaze bounced from one companion to the next, trying valiantly to give them all her attention. She even turned slightly toward whoever spoke, making them aware she was listening. Augustine found his eyes often wondering. Taking in her straight back, but slumped shoulders and the way her hands shifted, her feet fidgeted.

He wanted to skim his hand down her back, release her tension. Or bring her hands to his lips, brush light kisses over her knuckles to still her nerves.

"I didn't know it was him talking to me at first. I was focused on my drawing." As Amber admitted that, Laira - Delilah Moonsbayne, Amber reminded herself - barked out a laugh from her armchair next to Theo. The actress made a flippant comment on Augustine's lack of presence, but Amber didn't acknowledge it.

With her heart still pounding, Amber simply smiled weakly at the woman and let her momentum continue to propel her words, "If l had known he was lurking about, I might not have chosen Montos for vent art."

At her words, Augustine's ears twitched with concern, but Theo beat him in asking, "What were you frustrated about?"

Theo Delaney's intense look of concern brought a soft, awkward laugh to Amber's lips and a lick of heat over her cheeks. It felt odd explaining her everyday gripes to a celebrity.

Thankfully, Addie took over talking duties as she threw an arm over Amber's shoulders. "Despite how talented Amber is, their work - particularly their webcomic - hasn't gotten the attention it deserves."

"I'm not the best at marketing, so it's really just my fault." Amber winced and gave another weak laugh, trying not to sound too self-deprecating.

At her knee, where Augustine had opted to sit on the floor, the actor suddenly snapped his fingers. He smiled up at her, craning his neck as he excitedly asked, "Weren't there books at your table? Hell's Bells or something?"

"Hell's Promise," Amber corrected with a nod. Honestly, she was surprised he'd seen anything other than her little drawing of Montos, given how focused on it he had been. She was lucky he even remembered the commission, let alone invited her into the private realm of celebrities.

He seemed to perk up more, wolfish ears turned toward her in full attention. Something in Amber shivered under his undivided interest. Augustine leaned closer to her, subtly taking in her scent as he prodded further, "Do you have a copy with you?"

Also on the floor, Dsidere - Camry Vainglow - leaned over Augustine. Interest sparked in their wide green eyes as they waved their hand, like a kid hoping to be called on in class. "Yeah! I wanna read it, too!"

Before Amber could break the news that no, she didn't have any of her comics on her, Addie tapped her shoulder repeatedly. "I have some!"

Surprise flicked over Amber's features, turning to her friend. The other woman was riffling around her messenger bag excitedly looking for something. "You do?"

"Yeah, I figured if Augustine actually had come around, I should grab some merch." Triumphantly, Addie withdrew a small stack of Hell's Promise. As she leaned over to hand them to the celebrities, she shot Amber a wink. " You never know! He might become a fan and post about it online, which would be a boon, right?"

"Very smart!" Camry nodded sagely as they and Augustine accepted a book each. Amber tried to hide her surprise and delight as Theo and Delilah also took copies. Along with the books, Addie handed out some stickers, pins, and additional copies of Amber's business card.

Trying to shove off her own excitement - it wasn't even guaranteed they'd even read her comic - Amber opted to give further information. "You can also find the comic online at the website on the back of the book. Online is obviously more up-to-date than hard copies."

Flipping through the pages, Delilah tilted her head to the images before asking, "So what's the story about?"

"Hell's Promise is about a world where witches get their familiars assigned to them and our protagonist gets a hellhound. Which is, like, completely unheard of in this universe." Once again, Addie took the verbal reins, leaning over Amber as she spoke to Delillah with pure excitement. "So the witch starts poking about and unravels a long forgotten prophecy which may or may not involve saving the world."

"Interesting," singsonged Camry as they flopped onto the floor, stomach to the carpet and Hell's Promise splayed open for reading.

"I like to think so," Amber said, just before her phone went off. She blinked, momentarily rerouting her thoughts before realizing it was her own device. Digging it out of her pocket, the phone continued chiming as more notifications rolled in. Confused, she stared at it, trying to understand what was going on.

"Wow, someone is popular." Addie leaned closer, peeking curiously at the device vibrating in Amber's hand. "What's going on?"

"I honestly don't know." Amber's eyebrows furrowed, realizing it wasn't just one app going off. It was all of her social media. If it had just been her texts, it could have been an emergency involving her friends or even the few family that still spoke to her. However, it was as if someone lit a fire in all of her apps.

Why was she suddenly getting so many notifications? Had something she posted riled up people to the point of hunting her down online presence down across multiple platforms? She couldn't even think what she had last posted that would be met with any level of vitriol, specific or general. That didn't mean much, though.

When she realized the reason for the attention, her heart jumped while her stomach plummeted.

She was tagged across multiple platforms by @TheAugPrime. The post, in question, was a selfie of Augustine - taken mere minutes ago - holding up her comic and flashing an attractive grin to his camera. The caption read "Check out this comic by @AmbDyArt! Just got a copy and can't put it down." Following his statement, he even linked to the places Hell's Promise was hosted on.

Startled, her eyes wheeled to Augustine. Embarrassment and dismay, among other indescribable feelings, spiked a fire up her spine. "That's not even true. You haven't even read it!"

"It's not a lie, either. I haven't put it down, since Miss Kline handed it to me." He winked with a grin, waggling the still-held comic in the air. Immense pride puffed out his chest over that little workaround.

Beside Amber, Addie gave a giggle-snort. "He has a point."

"B-but he hasn't read it yet." Amber briefly turned to her friend, shock and betrayal faintly coloring her voice before she turned back to Augustine. "What if you don't like it?"

He gave a lackadaisical shrug, but his smile never faltered. Even as an inkling of uncertainty colored the far parts of his thoughts, a part of Augustine couldn't help but enjoy her reaction. It was unbearably adorable. While he hadn't read the comic yet, he had flipped through it and could feel Amber's care put into the art. "I'm sure I will. You made it."

"You don't know that though!" She wanted to grab him and shake him. How could he just give her a free recommendation so easily? What if he read her comic and found it to be utter trash? Hell, what if his fans read it and deemed it garbage? Further "what ifs" spun around her head with every notification buzz her phone shuddered with.

Something in her expression must have finally struck Augustine. His ears drooped a little, confusion and hurt softening his features.

Oh, he had fucked up. Something in his chest sank, staring up at Amber's flustered horror. Before he could think of something to say or apologize, Delilah had reached over to Amber, patting her on the shoulder. "Sweetie, don't try to make sense of him. He does shit like this all the time."

"Would you like me to delete my post?" He held up his phone, thumbs poised over the screen as if it would just be a matter of thumb taps to erase the posts. Causing her strife had been the furthest thought from his mind. Augustine knew what his celebrity endorsement could do for a small brand, though. He had just wanted to help her.

"I... I don't know." Conflict swarmed Amber's thoughts. It just felt like a lie, but wasn't that marketing? He hadn't actually lied, hadn't given an actual review. Just posted a photo of himself with the book. That alone had her own social media suddenly aflame.

Even if he deleted his posts, there were bound to be screenshots already circulating. Some of those emails pouring into her inbox might be from news outlets, as well. She didn't even want to think about the rumor aspect in what he had just done.

Staring helplessly at her phone, she watched as notifications rolled in from ExaGram, Bumblr, Cheepter, and more. With a shake of her head, she sighed and set her phone to Do Not Disturb mode before tossing it back into her bag. She'd deal with the mountain of notifications later.

"You should've asked before posting that." From beside Augustine, Camry nudged his side. He glanced down to his co-star, still sprawled on the floor with the comic book open. "Some people don't like their timelines blowing up, all because of your mug."

Again, Augustine realized he should have known better. He often forgot. Even when he barely started his acting career, his family's notoriety and wealth - and predisposition to conventional attractiveness - meant he'd always had a following. With drooping ears, he sighed and cast an apologetic look to Amber. "Sorry, Miss Dyer."

"It's fine! You were just trying to be nice." Augustine's puppy dog eyes worked on someone, at least, as Addie wrapped an arm around Amber's shoulders. She gave a laugh, giving her friend a little shake as she pointedly said, "Right, Amber?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just..." Amber sighed once more, pressing her hands to her warm cheeks. Her cool palms helped to ease the fires of anxiety still churning inside her. She suddenly felt foolish for her reaction. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she centered herself before allowing her hands to drop and looking at Augustine once more. "I'm not used to so much attention on my socials."

Augustine rose to his knees from his crosslegged position, edging closer to Amber again. She tensed, seeing his hands rise briefly to touch her knee. Some sense made him drop his hands, but earnestness still glittered in his eyes. "Let me make it up to you by treating you to dinner."

"Weren't you going to ask her out anyway?" Delilah grinned as Augustine shot her a dirty look. The fact she sat in an armchair and he knelt on the floor razed at his pride, but he ignored it. Just because he planned to eventually ask Amber out to eat didn't mean his colleague had to throw him under the bus like that!

Blessedly, Amber's friend ignored Delilah's interjection. She was all excitement as she bounced a little on the couch. "Food sounds great! We were just talking about what to get for dinner before you caught us!"

Watching Augustine's features shift from somber to excited made Amber feel a little bad for how she had reacted to his post. With that feeling, another wave of frustration swept through her. She'd been acting ingracious to him and the other OWaB cast. After all, just because they were celebrities didn't mean they weren't persons, with flaws and feelings and understanding. Other than talent and luck and connections, they were no different from her. Mostly.

With that thought in mind, Amber turned to the others and smiled, determined to extend the olive branch of friendliness. "Are the rest of you going to join us?"

No one caught the momentary fall of Augustine's expression when Amber posited her question. Nor did they see his further gloom as his castmates chimed affirmatives. It was only a blink of disappointment, before he schooled his expression back into a smile.

There'd be time to talk to Amber alone, he reminded himself. He was just happy for the continued time together.

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[uzumakichcined]

god i really want to go on a vent about Karin and her mental health and how i dont-- i legit don't understand how people view Orochimaru as the worst person in Karin's life.

like, they seem to ignore *all the shit that happened before orochimaru* and it pisses me of???

like yall realize her mental health was *fucked* way before she met Orochimaru, and in the situation between Orochimaru and her old village, *orochimaru was the better option*

Like yall forget SHE WAS PUT INTO BATTLE. DRAGGED INTO COMBAT?? BEFORE SHE WAS 12??? At least like ninja kids or whatever are 12 when they sign up and become genin and can apply for the chunin exams etc. Talk about literal fucking child soldiers they threw her into a fight with no combat experience and dragged her around by the scruff of her shirt--

was orochimaru great? probably not the best lmao, but like, he isn't sending her out into combat knowing her skillset and age. despite everything he does have her do (help with the human experiments and stuff) he doesn't IMO give off the air of being as abusive as her previous village. Which is why she has an unwavering loyalty to him.

ITS WHY EVEN AFTER THE WAR, OR BREAKING OUT OF PRISON. SHE FOLLOWS HIM. There's no reason for Karin to go back to Orochimaru during the final battle and war whatever. shes in prison, shes separated, she has no obligation or ties to them and could just *leave*. Instead she chooses to stay with Orochimaru, suigetsu, jugo, and help sasuke. I'm sorry, it just feels unlikely if she was as abused by Orochimaru as people think she is, there's no reason for her to return. she didn't even *want* to help sasuke until Orochimaru basically *invited her to*

there's so much to explore with karin's backstory and her history relating with her clan, her old village, and her own feeling towards it all i really want to explore but have such a struggle figuring out how

because karin actively avoids talking about it, so a character would have to either be really close to her, or they'd have to push her hard enough to break through her walls

[storiesofsvu]

incoming personal rant about family bullshit, minor work bullshit and holiday bullshit. you're more than welcome to read/reply, you're also more than welcome to scroll on by, feel free to ignore my venting, i just need to get it out

so, as y'all know already, xmas is an extremely stressful and busy time, esp at work and in the industry. we have extra shifts, longer shifts, more complicated functions, everyone's tired, everyone's cold, everyone's sick of the entitled guests. we had group in on tuesday that had a $4500.00 bill and they didn't want to tip the service staff....

2 weeks ago i finally picked up when my mother called because i was finally #1: awake when she called, and #2: not at work and #3: had the mental energy to DEAL with the conversation. she said that my aunt was going out to sask to see my one cousin and we were invited, i declined (and already had) because it's like a fucking 18hr drive, and i didn't want to fly (and that wouldn't have helped, like, look at the airports). she asked if i thought i would come up there (for reference, it's important to know that i do not drive). i said no, i had a bunch of extra shifts, i only had three days off and wanted to spend them doing nothing, relaxing etc. she asks if i want her to come down here, i say no, that i only have three days off and already have plans with the girls from work who also aren't going home to have drinks, order pizza and watch shitty hallmark movies (not a lie).

I FIND OUT TODAY THAT SHE'S FUCKING COMING DOWN TO "SURPRISE" ME FUCKING TOMORROW. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??!!!

She didn't ask, she didn't tell, she's assuming she can stay with me, and i don't know how long she's planning on staying for. Thanks to numbers at work and cuts I managed to get a full 8 days off and I planned on doing NOTHING but catching up on writing and reading, drinking, watching my tv shows and relaxing, ALONE in my empty house cause the roomate would be gone home to family for xmas.

Not only that but i was supposed to be working tonight, i just got cut because i was the third bartender in and theres only 70 ppl. So i would have been out until like, 3, 4 am, up untl probably 5/6 or later, and sleeping until 5pm. THERE IS NO FUCKING BUFFER IN THERE BETWEEN WORK AND BEING FOCED TO HOST SOMEONE WHO I DO NOT WANT IN MY FUCKING HOUSE ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW.

not to mention i do NOT have anywhere for her to sleep. i'm not giving up my room, i'm not giving her parker's room (technically i own the bed, but like, it's parker's space, you don't get to sleep there or even look in there). there was a futon in the house last year because sam owned it. like, if she thinks she's sleeping on the couch? girl. i couldn't do more than 2 nights on your couch at 30, i doubt you'll enjoy this shitty couch for sleeping at 73... ALSO, last year she went creepign down the hall all "i'm just gonna snoop into your bedrooms" like.. FUCK YOU, NO! Like, MAYBE you deserve to be able to look into my room cause i'm your daughter, but guess what, you have NO right to look at my roomates space?? esp cause both rooms were dirty and the mess from the rest of the house was shoved in there, like, fuck you, you're so fucking invasive.

I have been battling burnout, being sick, and other work bullshit for over a month now. Thanks to having tonight off I at least have time to try and process her coming, and now i get to spend my one buffer day riddled with anxiety, panic cleaning the house and all that shit rather than ENJOYING my fucking holiday?!!?? like FFS. i no longer get to enjoy even my first day off?

she has no clue what my schedule is, she has no idea what my plans are, like i could be out of town with the besties, i could already be planning to spend xmas with someone else's family, or friends, parker and i could be hosting a giant "orphans christmas", yet you think you have the right to just fucking show up on my doorstep and barge into my fucking life when i told you not to just because you're my parent!???

spoiler alert: you don't have that right.

there's a reason i moved away. there is a reason i no longer go home for holidays, there is a reason i rarely talk to anyone from my family. and shit like this? is *just* going to make it fucking worse.

tl;dr: i'm fucking livid and wanted to spend the next week getting as much writing done but apparently imma have to play host even though i didn't ask for it.

and please don't you fucking dare come into my inbox or the replies all "awwe but you should be happy that she cares, you should be happy that she wants to spendtime with you, you should be..." no... you don't know shit about our relationship and if you'd like to hear why i dislike my family so much i will gladly give you some examples.

[glitterdustcyclops]

you know what, just for funsies, because i'm feeling sassy, here's a mostly-complete list of fucked up shit my ex has done or said to me over the LITERAL DECADE that i have known her

(for clarification, we were friends for a decade, i had a crush on her but we only dated for less than a week two years ago, the entire thing was a ridiculous disaster)

tell me to my face that she loved a mutual friend of ours more than me, and that she would totally take a bullet for her but would only "probably" do the same for me. she was really adamant about this, for some reason

when i brought up the fact that i was jealous of their friendship (GEE I WONDER WHY) she proceeded to get annoyed with me for being jealous and making her feel bad about having other friends

ghost me constantly

tell me she loved me (platonically) after she had dumped me

ignoring me for years and then waltzing into my twitter DMs whenever she wanted to complain about some dumb shit someone else she was friends with said to her

when i first met her she was two years older than me so she was 21 when i was 19 and my friends and i asked her to buy some alcohol for us which we paid her for (which i admit was asking her to commit an actual crime but it was vegas and that was just kinda...normal behavior lmao) and she proceeded to tell me, years later, that she actually got so anxious about buying the alcohol that SHE SHOPLIFTED IT (????) AND JUST KEPT THE MONEY (?!?!?!!!!)

invited me to stay with her to help her run the artist's alley for an anime convention in vegas (after i'd moved to utah) and then proceeded to ghost me the entire weekend to hang out with other friends, including the dude she wanted to sleep with (who would go on to be her long-term partner lmao)

when i kind of lost my shit about being ghosted non-stop by the woman i was in love with who i was doing a major favor for and called her out she got mad at ME and said i was being unreasonable about it

that time she tried to dom me at 4 am in a zoom chat while she was drunk as hell and hadn't asked for prior consent and was IN A MONOGAMOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE ELSE

how she said her partner would be cool with her dating me because relationships between girls "don't count"

THE FACT THAT SHE DID NOT TELL ME THE REASON HER PARTNER WAS NOT, IN FACT, COOL WITH HER DATING ME IS BECAUSE SHE HAD ALREADY CHEATED ON HIM

generally treating all of our conversations as opportunities for her to vent all her emotions and then ghost me the second i needed any kind of reciprocity or validation

completely forget about the fact that i already confessed to having a crush on her (after the aforementioned anime convention incident, when i couldn't stop sobbing because i was DOWN HILARIOUSLY BAD)

there's probably more i'm forgetting but just. wow.

[no-i-cant-decide]

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[its-sir-actually]

Today is my birthday and I've never been made to feel so insignificant

None of my friends or family have even bothered to message me to say happy birthday. My mum told me to take the day off work so we could spend it together and she could take me out but instead she's gone over to her friends house to see her friends granddaughter (who she sees almost every week may I add)

We have a family tradition that we go out and have a big family meal when it's someone's birthday but not tonight, we have to stay at home today because my mum decided to book my puppy in for surgery to get neutered the day before my birthday and now he's really weak (a surgery that I asked my mum to rearrange btw because it's not urgent and who wants to see their dog poorly on their birthday)

So now I'm just sat here at home alone on my birthday watching netflix with my dog who is drowsy, in pain and whimpering 😢💔

On top of all that my cousins have organised a day out to an amusement park this weekend (a yearly end of August tradition that I started to celebrate my birthday) and they've not even invited me...like all my cousins, nieces and nephews are going but they've not invited me and I can't for the life of me understand what I've done to deserve any of this

I hate to complain about seemingly stupid stuff like this when others have it so much worse but I'm just really down about it and needed to vent. It's just one day a year where I actually ask to have the attention on me and yet I get ignored, maybe it feels worse because I put so much effort into making everyone else's birthdays feel like a special day 💔

[taephilia]

eau de parfum

(5) citrus: eau de parfum | masterlist | prev - next

pairing: kim namjoon x fem!reader (feat. an annoying jeon jungkook)

genre: fluff, college au

word count: 1,868

warnings: swearing

summary: namjoon always lets you borrow his clothes and you're beginning to wonder if he does it on purpose

a/n: it's been a while since i've last posted for this series but i'm finally bringing it back! and on my new blog as well! the citrus couple still means so much to me so i'm very happy to be writing for them again and i hope you all love them as much as i do.

Goosebumps rise along your skin as soon as you enter the library, the cold air a nice temporary relief from the summer heat but you know that in 5 minutes, you’ll regret not bringing a sweater with you. You usually bring one with you on days that you need to hunker down in the library and concentrate but you woke up late and in your rush to get to class, had left your hoodie on your desk chair. Well, really it’s Namjoon’s hoodie but it’s too comfortable to give back to him yet. You honestly can’t even count the amount of cardigans and sweaters and shirts that he’s let you borrow, only to get them back a week later—and that’s if you’re not feeling particularly attached to that article of clothing.

A part of you feels guilty for basically having a quarter of your closet made up of clothes you’ve taken from him but every other part of you relishes in the fact that Namjoon is letting you wear his clothes. You thought you were dreaming when he had let you stay the night at his place a few weeks ago but whenever you get a whiff of his scent from his clothes (laundry, plants (“Petrichor,” he would correct you), and cologne), you’re reminded of waking up beside him in his bed. You remember how warm it was beside him, how you could just reach out and touch him if you really wanted to; you didn’t because that would’ve been weird but you could have. Namjoon just has that effect on you. You find yourself thinking about love and relationships quite a lot when you’re around him and it takes all of your self-control to pull your gaze away from him, to push the butterflies in your stomach down, and to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

While making your way to your usual spot (the second floor near the art history section, at the table with chairs that are like mini booths), you contemplate texting Sooyoung and asking her to bring the hoodie to the library for you. You know that she’s home, she should be waking up from her mid-day nap right about now, but just as you reach for your phone, you shake the thought away. If you invite Sooyoung here, even for something as simple as dropping off a sweater, you know that she’ll distract you for at least an hour and you desperately need to get work done. So you quickly rub your hands up and down your upper arms and bring your feet up to the chair, hoping that you’ll be able to conserve more body heat by curling up.

Just as you feel like you’re making some progress, someone taps your shoulder to get your attention. But before you can even turn around to look at them, they’re already making their way around to the seat opposite you and dropping their things on to the table. With furrowed brows, you pull out one of your earphones and are about to give this stranger a piece of your mind when you hear a very familiar laugh.

“Got ‘em,” Jungkook laughs as he flops into the cushioned chair, his posture making it look more like he’s lounging at home rather than doing work at the campus library. “Hey (Y/N).”

“I don’t recall you asking me if you could sit there,” you point out while reaching forward to steal some chips from the open bag he set down. You raise an eyebrow challengingly when you see him about to protest.

A sigh leaves his lips and he stands up. “Do you mind if I sit here, (Y/N)?” Jungkook points at the chair that he was just occupying and you have to hold back the laugh that threatens to bubble up. He looks just like a little kid, the little pout on his lips almost making you regret your teasing reply. Almost.

“I do mind actually,” you reply with as straight of a face as you can muster. “Please don’t sit here.”

“Wh- Why not!” His lower lip juts out even further and that’s enough to get you to crack a smile.

Jungkook sits down once he sees the teasing smile on your lips, pushing the bag of chips towards the middle as a silent offer to you. You plug your earphone back in and go back to doing your work but you can’t help but notice your friend glancing up at you every 5 minutes. After about the tenth time of catching him staring, you sigh and give him your attention once more. “Jungkook, I can tell you want to talk to me but I’m trying to focus right now. Give me half an hour and then I’ll take a break. And then you can tell me all about your new volleyball trick or show me the new video you made for class or whatever it is.”

Jungkook bounces in his seat a little at the promise of having your undivided attention soon, teeth on display as he grins widely at you and says, “I actually wanted to talk about this new anime that I’m watching that I think you would like. But since you brought it up, there is a new volleyball trick I learned that I wanna-”

You put your earphone back in once more and turn up the volume, not even letting Jungkook finish his sentence before pointedly ignoring him. You’re halfway through your assignment for your ‘Sensation and Perception’ psychology class when you see Jungkook wave his hands to try to get your attention. He taps the table and even taps at the back of your laptop screen when you don’t immediately flick your eyes up to him and when you finally rip your earphones out and glare at him, he shrinks back in his seat.

“Jungkook, what did I tell y-”

“Uh hey, (Y/N).”

When you turn to find the source of the voice that did not come from Jungkook, you’re met with the boy who’s been on your mind for weeks now—the boy you just can’t seem to get out of your head no matter how hard you try to.

“O-Oh hey, Joon,” you greet him, a shaky smile on your lips at how embarrassed you feel for snapping at Jungkook. “What are you doing here?”

“My usual spot is taken and you told me you have a lot of work so I kinda just hoped you would be here.” There’s a slight blush on Namjoon’s cheeks as he rubs at the back of his neck, eyes flicking over to Jungkook who has his eyebrows raised as he looks back and forth between the two of you. You realize in that moment that Jungkook hasn’t met Namjoon yet, you haven’t even really told him about him, and he’s definitely going to give you shit for it later. “I wasn’t expecting you to have company though so I can just go if-”

Before you can even open your mouth to protest, Jungkook is already clearing some space for him. “No, of course you can sit with us! Any friend of (Y/N)’s is a friend of mine. The name’s Jungkook, and I’m guessing you’re the Namjoon that I’ve been hearing so much about from Soonyoung?”

Your eyes widen at that. Of course she’s been gossiping about me to Jungkook, I should’ve known better. He always knows how to get her to talk. Jungkook’s eyes meet yours from across the table and when he gives you the shit-eating grin you’ve become all too familiar with, you grit your teeth and force a smile back before turning to Namjoon. “Yeah you can sit with us, Joon, it’s no big deal.”

Namjoon nods and thanks the both of you before sitting down, immediately plugging his headphones in and getting to work. The one thing that you’re grateful for is that because Jungkook doesn’t know Namjoon, he won’t act out as much as he would if it were just the two of you. Your body relaxes at that thought of relief and you go back to your work once more, not even noticing that an hour and a half has passed until you feel a chill run down your spine. You glance up at the air conditioning vent only a few feet from your table as you run your hands up and down your arms. The thought of texting Soonyoung crosses your mind once again but before you can even glance at your phone, there’s a tap on your knee as Namjoon holds up a sweater to you.

“Here, it’s kind of cold in here,” he explains as he places it in your hands. His pen is spinning in his other hand, a sure sign that he’s nervous, and you wonder just exactly what Namjoon could be nervous about right at this amount. Is he embarrassed to give you his cardigan? You’ve borrowed plenty of his clothes before, you don’t see why-

Your gaze meets Jungkook’s once again and you realize why Namjoon is nervous. Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised as he watches you accept the cardigan and shrug it on, blatantly ignoring what he’s trying to silently insinuate to you. You can see the gears turning in his head and you subtly shake your head at him, pleading with your eyes to not embarrass you in front of Namjoon. But of course, one of Jungkook’s sole purposes in life is to embarrass you (at least, that’s what it feels like). So he opens his mouth.

“You know, I was wondering where (Y/N) had suddenly got all of these new clothes from,” Jungkook muses, eyes going back and forth from Namjoon’s blushing face to your downturned eyes. “And it turns out that they’re not even her’s! I swear, half of her closet must be made up of your clothes, Namjoon.”

“Hey, I’m not stealing!” you argue. “I give them back!”

“After like a week,” Namjoon points out.

Your head whips over to glare at him but the annoyance you feel at him taking Jungkook’s side fades when you see the hints of a fond smile underneath his small smirk. You lean back in your seat and huff, putting a headphone in to signal that you’re going to start working again. “Whatever.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs while looking over at your friend. “I don’t mind that she takes them because they always smell good when she gives them back. What’s the detergent that you use, (Y/N)? I like the citrus scent.”

Jungkook practically chokes on his chips at Namjoon’s words, feet kicking yours under the table while you feel your face heat up. You can’t even bring yourself to say anything and your heart feels like it’s about to jump right out of your chest. “That’s not detergent,” Jungkook rasps after gulping down water, tears still in the corners of his eyes. “That’s her perfume.”

“Oh.” The tips of Namjoon’s ears are red. When he turns to look at you, you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to give you more of my clothes.”

Kim Namjoon will be the death of you.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 02 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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You're checking your hair for the third time on the huge mirror in the main hall. The lilac dress fits you perfectly, of course, since your mother wouldn't allow you to buy anything that didn't look marvelous. Your hair, Amelia's doing, it pinned up on a high bun, a few strands allowed to be free, only to frame your face. But you can't wait to let it all down, to strip out of the dress and put on some normal clothes. The night would be doomed if it wasn't for Billy. Since the almost drowning incident, your father is very thankful, and he's even giving Billy generous tips. And you've been going out of your way to talk to him, offering help, even though he always refuses. And Michael is only allowed here on formal occasions when your father and his have business to discuss, so it means you haven't seen him in the last couple of days.

The bell ring drags you out of your thoughts, and you immediately get nervous. Taking a look at the clock, you notice he's right on time. Rushing to the front door, as fast as your high heels allow, you gesture for the butler to leave it to you, and he nods and walks away. Taking a deep breath, you pull the door open, and a smile comes to your lips straight away. Billy looks amazing, and in this suit, people will be talking for a very different reason. He'll get many stares, you're sure of it. He won't look misplaced, he'll be the center of all attentions.

“You... Clean up real nice.” As you stutter, you notice as he quickly runs his eyes through your body, making you blush.

“You too.” He says with a smile, before tilting his head towards the car. “Should we get going? I'm sure you'd hate to be late.”

“Oh, no. God forbid.” You say, sarcastically, making your way to his car. And what a car. A dark bluish Camaro, if you're not mistaken, which you think suits him perfectly. “Hey, what a machine, huh?” You exclaim as you get into the passenger seat. Billy walks around the car before settling down beside you.

“I'm sure it's nothing compared to what you may drive.” Giving you a glance and a small smile, he speeds away, through the rocky path that leads to the gates.

“Well, my pink Cadillac is not as badass as this baby here.”

“A pink Cadillac? That's girly.”

“I'm a girl if you haven't noticed.” He slows down at the gates, and you kindly waves at the security guard as you move to hit the street.

“I noticed, don't worry.” His Camaro makes a wild noise when he speeds up, flying through the road, so you decide to buckle up.

“Good.” Why does it makes you happy you know he noticed you're a girl? “So, what's her name?” You ask, gesturing at the car when Billy gives you a confused glance.

“She doesn't have one.” Chuckling, he turns his attention back at the road ahead. “But you're right, she should have a name.”

“What are the chances you'll let me chose it?” Moving on your seat a little to turn your body towards him, you bite your lip to see his smile.

“Only if you come up with something really good.”

“Lily.” You burst out.

“Absolutely not.”

“But is my favorite flower and it's beautiful.” Defending yourself, you can't keep the smile from your face.

Billy furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head lightly. “Nope. No way. You're not naming my car Lily.”

Since he seems very focused on the road, you get the chance to look at him. Your eyes run through his face, his cheeks, jawline, lips. His eyes, that you concluded, are the same color as the ocean. You wish you had a good excuse to look at them, just for a while. “Not even if I say please?”

“Not even if you make puppy eyes.”

With a dramatic eye roll, you decide to give up on the matter, for now at least. Half an hour later, you finally get to the hotel where the gala will happen. You advise Billy to park his car three blocks away since it'll be a lot easier to leave after the party is over. Then, you leave the car and walk the rest of the way. The hotel entrance is already crowded, and you know at least half of all these people, but so far, you haven't spotted any of your friends.

“Can I hold your arm? Just because that's how the dates walk around in these things.” Shyly, you ask as you climb up the stairs to the main hall.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.” Muttering, you take his arm, now already at the entrance. The two men by the door give you a nod, gesturing for you to get inside. People know you, there's no need to ask for an invitation. The hotel's hall is beautifully decorated, with tiny white and yellowish lights scattered through the walls, and then hanging, coming all together on the chandelier. You can't deny it looks amazing, but still, you'd rather be somewhere else. “So... That's how it happens.” You start, walking around with Billy. “We find our table, and on the way, we make sure to spot and greet some people. The goal is to make your presence known. Then, since it's a beneficial gala, I'll have to make a donation.” Shrugging your shoulders, you wave at one of your mother's friends. “Then we go to our table and endure the rest.”

“No dancing?” He asks, after a small pause you make to greet Mr. and Mrs. Whayland, and thankfully, not James.

“I don't dance on these things, but...” Letting go of his arm for a moment, you turn around until you facing him, slowly walking backwards. “I will if you let me name your car Lily.”

“No dancing then.” He simply says with a smirk. “Quit it. You won't–” Billy suddenly grabs your arms, pulling you to the side. When you look behind you, you notice you almost hit one of the waiters, his tray full of vol-au-vents. “Careful.”

“Oh, my gosh. Sorry.” Giggling and a little embarrassed, you give the young man an apologetic look. “Let me get these.” Reaching out your hand, you take two pieces, handing one over to Billy. “Try this.”

“What is that?”

“Vol-au-vents. Some French thing. It's a pastry with some kind of sauce. It's good.” Carefully not to drop any sauce on your dress, you give the small thing a bite, gesturing for Billy to do the same, eyes focused on his face as he eats. “So?”

“I like pizza better.” He concludes and you nod.

“You're definitely the best date I could find.” Taking his arm again, you pull him to the table where most of the food is placed. There are waiters here too, making sure it's always be full. “Now, chose something.”

You take a quick glance at his face as he thinks. You're happy he doesn't seem so out of place here, or at least he doesn't let it show. “Shrimp cocktails.” He says. “Are they as good as they look or will I be disappointed?”

“I wouldn't know. I'm allergic to shrimp so if you're planning to kill me, that's the fastest way to do it.” Halfway through your sentence, Billy stops on his tracks, his hand now just hovering over the shrimps. “But you can eat them. Just... For real, don't touch me with that hand.”

“Let's not risk it then.”

“Alright.” Blushing, you clear your throat. You did hear some stories about Billy, mostly from your friends, trying to talk you out of coming with him. Billy has a way with women, never really going out with the same more than a couple of times. He's up late partying, punching people in the face when they get on his nerves, stuff like that. But he's being very nice with you today and was kind enough to make this hell of a huge favor. You don't care what he does in his free time, he's a nice guy. “This over here.”

“Brandy snaps.” You say, taking one for yourself. “I love this.” Some of the chocolate gets on your thumb as you eat, so you suck it clean, a gesture that makes some people around give you a disapproving stare. Flustered, you turn back at the table.

“Everything alright?”

“Yup. Come, I want to make a donation and sit down.” The incident makes you a little upset. These rules, as stupid as they may be, are meant to be followed, mostly on an event like this. Not even silly accidents as getting some chocolate cream on your thumb are acceptable. When you get to the table, you ignore the line of people behind it, taking one of the paychecks and a pen, you start writing down. “Last time, I donated fifty cents. As a joke, you know. People only do this to show off how much money they can afford to give away.” You tell Billy as you sign down your name. “My mother gave me a hell of a lecture.”

“So how much will you donate now?” He asks, coming a little closer to read what you're writing.

“Twenty.”

“Twenty dollars?”

“Twenty thousand.” You say as you put down the value, sliding it into the rectangular glass box. When you move to take Billy's arm again, he has his eyebrows raised. “What?”

“Nothing. It's just a lot of money.”

Not really, but you won't tell him that. “At least it'll buy something someone needs. Our table is by the windows, thank God.” You exclaim once you finally read your name on a piece of paper attached to the centerpiece of the table. Pulling Billy with you, you take a seat, your eyes immediately finding the beach, just across the street. “We can see the beach from here. A total win.”

“(Y/N)?” Your father calls, and you abandon the ocean for a while, finding him standing beside your mother.

“Hi, dad. Mom. How's the organization of–”

“Is he your companion for the gala?” He cuts you off, exchanging a glance with Billy. You knew they'd be mad, but something just clicks inside you. Through the corner of your eyes, you see Billy immediately looks away, at the beach.

“Yes, father.”

“Didn't you had other guys to–” He's interrupted by an announcement, his and your mother's being called alongside several other people. “We'll discuss this later.” And he leaves, your mother only giving you a hard stare.

“I bet it won't be pretty when you get home,” Billy speaks, still looking through the window. “They might even ask for someone else to attend to your pool.”

“Well, if it wasn't you working that day, I could've drowned so... I'll make sure to remind them of that.” Then, everybody stands up. You, taking the chance, walk closer to the window, arms crossed, forcing your eyes to find where the horizon is, now mixed with the dark sky. Soon, Billy joins you, eyes on the landscape. “Sorry about that. I swear I don't understand why is such a big deal.” You do get it's because he's just the pool guy, an employee, but still, it's stupid. Why can't he be your date? Would your father rather Michael, who almost got you killed, came with you? “I... I'm having a good time with you. This would suck a lot more if I were with some of those idiots.”

“Don't worry about me. I'm used to it.”

“You shouldn't be.” Turning around, you rest your back against the glass, gesturing at the party in general. “Do you know why people make such exaggerated donations? Because the five highest paychecks will be announced, so everyone will know. And you think people will find that selfless and generous? No. They'll start counting, calculating how much those people actually have on the bank to afford to spend so much.” There's a mocking tone on your voice, and you struggle to keep it down. “This isn't about helping those in need, is about social status.”

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Billy suddenly says, and the idea is so absurd it makes you chuckle, looking at him.

“What?” Looking around, you shake your head. “I can't... I can't just leave.”

“Why not?” He shrugs his shoulders. “You donated, your parents already know you came, and some woman gave you a death stare just because you sucked some chocolate off your thumb. You achieved all your goals for the night.”

Tilting your head to the side and looking at the floor, you consider it. The night is far from over, and the thought of having to sit here for hours is horrible. And the possibility of leaving thos place makes your heart beat faster. “Where?”

“There.” When you look up at him again, he's gesturing at the beach.

Slowly, a smile comes to your lips. Quickly scanning through the people, you notice they're quite focused on the host, who's still speaking. “Alright, let's go. But we gotta be careful.”

“We will. C'mon.” Billy grabs your hand, moving through the tables, but remaining near the wall. As you keep his pace, you're on high alert, checking if anyone is looking your way. It feels like it takes forever for you to reach the entrance, only half open, but when you do, you're relieved to notice those two men aren't here.

“We're out!” You burst out, quite loudly, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. Quickly, you rush downstairs, walking around the huge fountain and right into the sidewalk. You make a small pause, waiting for some cars to pass by before crossing. You can't stop smiling when you reach the other side. That's when you notice you're still holding his hand, so you let go, looking away. “I can't believe we're doing this.”

“It's not a bid deal.”

“It is for me.” Using his shoulder to balance yourself, you take your high heels off before stepping on the sand. “I never did anything like this.” Feeling the sand under your feet is amazing. This night just got so much better. “You're the best date I could ever find and that's final.” Turning on your heels, you find Billy coming your way, also barefoot.

“A lot of people would disagree.”

“I don't see anyone else here, so their opinion doesn't matter.” Reaching out to your bun, you pull all the pins, letting your hair down and dramatically shaking your head, until the strands fall all over your face. “This feels like freedom.” You giggle, taking a deep breath, aware of how stupid it may sound.

“I don't understand you.” He says, and you open your eyes again, looking at him. Billy walks by, and you quickly move to follow his pacenalong the beach.

“What don't you understand?”

“I met a lot of chicks like you. Rich, wearing rings more expansive than my car, with easy access to anything money can buy and they're happy.” Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, you glance at Billy. His shirt is half unbuttoned under the suit, giving you a glimpse of his chest, and that makes you blush and look ahead again. “But you don't sound happy.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you breathe out, not sure how to answer to that. “I know you probably think I'm just some spoiled rich kid with rich kid's problems who has everything yet wants more–”

“I know people who are just like that.” Billy makes a pause, and you give some more steps before turning around to look at him. “You're not one of them.”

“Are you sure?”

“You're the only boss I ever had who offers help.” As he speaks, a small ripple reaches your feet, and you jump a little before giggling and walking into the water until it reaches your calves, soaking your skirt. “You'll ruin your dress.”

“Mother won't let me wear it again since everyone already saw it so...”

“So... You always do what's expected of you.”

“I'm an open book to you, am I not?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you wonder how did he got there so fast. People don't notice it. You're always in perfect disguise.

“I just know where to look, I guess.”

“Well, I do what's expected of me, yes.” Walking out of the water, you feel the skirts of the dress getting attached to your legs, but you don't mind. “I gave up trying to argue with my parents a long time ago so I just... Follow the rules. One day after the other.” This is sad, you know it. Just mentioning it sucks. Being part of the high society is a privilege, or so they say. But you? You don't have a choice. “The good part is that it's Summer and there's no college. The bad part is that there are some stupid events to attend to, like that gala.”

“I know some people who would kill to be invited for something like that.” Billy tilts his head to where the hotel is.

“If you were somehow enjoying that we can go back.” By the look he gives you, it's quite obvious he wasn't, so you smile, walking closer to him, and pretending to pin your hair up again. “I can just fix this and we can go.”

“That's not my kind of party, don't bother.” He takes both your hands, pulling them away from your hair, causing it to cascade down again.

“And what's your kind of party?”

“You wouldn't like it.”

“Try me. You will never know if you don't take me to one.” The moment you say it, you understand what you meant, and the smile fades from your lips as you both resume your walking. Billy wouldn't take you anywhere else, not somewhere where his friends would see him with you, some wealthy, stupid girl. And your parents would never approve you going somewhere... Different. Somewhere not filled with millionaires. “Nevermind.” You're quick to add. “I throw my own parties. Just blasting music in my bedroom and dancing with myself.”

“So that's where that music comes from.” He chuckles, and you playfully elbow him. “Maybe someday. If your father doesn't kick me out of your property, we might see a little of each other every once in a while.”

“Yeah. You could let me rake some leaves at least, I'm sure I can–” A loud, deafening explosion cuts you short, and you cover both your ears out of instinct. When the impact is over, you turn around, easily finding where the dark smoke and flames are coming from. The hotel. “What the hell.” You're still speaking when a dozen black vans come into your sight, all heading to the hotel. Seconds later, the shootings begin.

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[peterparker2001]

New pt. 1|| peter parker/spider-man

a/n-This is my first full story! This takes place during Civil War. I did change things up so don't come at me if everything is correct, because not everything is.

summary-y/n is new, but not that new to the team. she has powers like wanda, but they are grey. not a lot of people like her on the team because they think that she is doesn't really speak up and there is already someone on the team with similar powers. she is on steve's side in Civil War. she meets someone new before the fight, spider-man.

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I joined the Avengers about two-two in a half years ago when I was 16. I'm now 18. I didn't really seem to fit in because there was already someone on the team with my same powers. And to be honest I don't like talking to people.

It was about halfway through the day when we were all called down for a meeting.

When I got down there everyone was sitting down already.

'Always late y/n. Always'

"Sorry, I'm late." I whispered before sitting down.

Apparently the Secretary of State was here. Why would he be here you ask? I have no clue. One way to find out.

"I just have one question. Why are you here?" I speak up.

"Good question. I was just getting to that." He said back to me, but mainly to everyone else.

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some...that prefer the word 'vigilantes'" He spoke.

"What word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked him.

"How about 'dangerous'?" He said sternly.

"I'm sorry, but weren't we the ones who save countless lives?" I spoke up.

"y/n don't." Steve argued.

"No. I'm sorry, but how many people have you saved Mr. Secretary? Hmm?" I was starting to get pissed off. I get pissed of easily now a days.

"..."

"None. That's right. At least we save people and not make people feel fucking bad about themselves." I was about to blow up. And the others could tell because my eyes were turning grey.

"y/n please clam down." Wanda tried calming me down. It worked a little bit, but I was still in rage. I sat back down and finished listening to what he had to say.

"What would you call a group of US-based, enhances individuals, who routinely ignore sovereign borders, and inflict their will wherever they choose, and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" He spoke. When he spoke it sounded like venom. It was fucking disgusting.

'Those people are called fucking heroes'

He started showing the fights that the Avengers fought in.

"New York...Washington, D.C....Sokovia...Lagos..." He said all those places.

"I'm sorry, but if I do recall, we saved countless of lives. No matter the damage, we still saved people. And if I'm not mistaken people can rebuild the buildings, but not the people who died." I spoke up.

"I'm sorry, but you saved people after putting them in danger." Mr. Secretary said back. Oh how much I would like to make him have another heart attack and let him die right here.

"That's enough." Steve told Mr. Secretary.

"For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." He went on to say.

'What?'

"But I think we have a solution." His assistant or something handed him a big book and handed it to me. "The Sokovia Accords."

'The what?'

"Approved by 117 countries it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead...they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary." He explained.

"The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that." Steve argued.

"Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" Mr. Secretary argued back. "If I misplace a couple of 30 megaton nukes you can bet there'd be consequences....Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works."

"And if the world was falling apart we would be there helping it out. Saving it, if I'm not mistaken. And now you want to put us on a leash and control us?" I bit back.

"Well, three days from now the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over." He spoke before he started walking out.

I caught him before he walked out and said, "And if we come to a decision you don't like?"

He stopped, looked back, and said, "Then you retire."

I just looked at him with a smile and argued, "We'll see."

And with that he left.

About 5-10 minutes later we are all in the lounge room talking about it. Well, Sam and Rhodey are arguing about it.

"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor...Which is one more than you have." Rhodey clearly stated.

"So let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?" Sam looked annoyed.

"117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, 'No, that's cool. We got it.'"

"How long are you going to play both sides?"

Vision and Steve are now talking.

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve asks.

"I'm saying there may be causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict...breeds catastrophe. Oversight...Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand." Vision stated.

"Boom." Rhodey said to Sam.

Everyone kept talking then Steve had to go.

Nat looked at me and asked, "What about you y/n? You are now old enough to sign things, and this is a major thing to sign."

"Oh, you want my opinion now? Fine I'll give it to you!" I begin to say.

I then clear my throat and begin to say, "Fuck those Accords! We fucking fought for this country. I fucking fought for this country. Hell. We all fought for this world. And now we have to be babysat? No, I will not let that happen. Isn't this country about free will? I will not just sit around while countries are falling apart! I can't see people die if we can help them! I will help them no matter what. And if there are consequences, then let there be consequences! I don't give a fuck!" Wow, I just surprised myself!

"You really feel that way y/n?" Rhodey asked.

"Yes! And you guys should too! You guys have been fighting with no hands behind your back! And now you want both hands tied behind your back?" It was true. If they signed they would be held back.

I just wanted to vent out. So I stood up and went into the training room.

After a while of training I hear someone coming in. I see a knife and i put it in front of them. Then I see someone I've never seen here before.

"Way to invite your new guest." He says. His voice sounds calming.

"I'm sorry, you just scared me." I said as I dropped the knife.

"Yeah, well I just heard someone in here and Mr. Stark told me to look around." He stated.

"Tony sent you in here?" I asked.

"No? I am new. He recruited me for the fight."

"What fight?"

"Apparently something like Captain America going off and everything about the Avengers future?"

"Right that."

"What do you mean that?"

"The Accords. It is basically saying that the Avengers have to be babysat by the government and 117 countries."

"Oh, well I'm not quite old enough to sign anything so Mr. Stark is putting my name in it for me."

"How old are you?"

"Almost 18."

"What's your name and power? I guess."

"I'm Peter and I'm Spider-man."

"I'm y/n. And who?"

"You don't know who Spider-man is?"

"No?'

"Basically I shoot webs and I have super strength, and I'm sticky."

"Oh. Well, thanks for stopping by. I guess. See you around."

"Yeah, see you."

I caught him before he left, "Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"Where is this 'fight' happening."

"Germany. The airport."

"Awesome."

"Are you coming."

"No. I think it is best to stay here." That was a lie. I needed to go. I needed to see what was going on.

"Ok, well I hope to see you around sometime."

"Yeah, me too" I said as he left.

When he left I immediately got my suit on and took a jet over to Germany. It was a long flight, but I got there, and just in enough time too. I caught Steve, Sam, Wanda, Clint, and two other people.

"y/n! What are you doing here?" Steve asks.

"Could ask you the same thing?" I asked back.

Steve looked at the guy standing in front of him and he said, "They tell you what we're up against?"

"Something about some psycho-assassins?" The guy said.

"I-I'm sorry. Psycho assassins?" Who?

Steve looked at me and was talking to the guy too I guess, but he said, "We're outside the law on this one. So if you come with us you are going to be targeted."

"What do you mean?" I asked Steve, but he didn't answer.

"We got a chopper lined up." Clint said.

"Steve what's happening. I want to help." I tell him.

"Fine, but you are going to have even more of a target on your back." He sternly told me.

"What is there for me to loose?" I question him, but mainly myself.

"They're evacuating the airport." The other guy says.

"Stark." Sam tells Steve.

"Tony?" I ask.

"Suit up." Steve tells the group.

written-july 27, 2021

[jjmaybanksblog]

Falling For U- John B

Request: hi! Can u do an imagine based on Falling for U by Peachy! And Mxmtoon with prompts 8, 10, and 19? Tysm!!!

Summary: based on Falling For U by Peachy! And Mxmtoon

Word count: 2,371

Prompts:

8. "You make me feel safe."

10. "You've always felt like home."

19. "I just want this. I want you."

I was hangin' with you and then I realized. I didn't think it was true, I was surprised, when I found out I've fallen for you.

John B had invited you over for a private surf lesson after you had told him you've never been. You had just moved to the Outer Banks last year, only recently meeting the Pogue and the rest of his friends. From the moment you met him you were drawn to him. Not for his attractive looks, but for his personality.

You had just met him, but he was always right by your side and ready to help you out through anything you were going through. He had a heart of gold and you adored the boy for that.

You first practiced your movements in the sand, rowing your arms front and back as if you were paddling to a wave. "And… jump up!" John B instructed. He stood by the side of the board, ready to catch you if you slipped. You lifted yourself up and jumped into position, John B's hand holding yours to help you catch your balance.

"Nicely done Y/L/N. Now let's see if you can actually do it in the water." JB led you to the waves, guiding you on how far to go out. He scanned the waves trying to find one for you. He pointed his index finger to an incoming wave as it slowly began to rise, you looked at him with a look of fear."You got this. I'll be right here to help you out." He reassured you. 

You exhaled, "if I drown it's your fault." He sent you a sly grin before saying, "don't worry I know CPR." You jokingly rolled your eyes while ignoring the butterflies you got in your stomach. You faced the wave as you paddled towards it, a tint of pink covered your cheeks as John B whooped and cheered from behind you. "And… jump!" You immediately popped up into position, almost surfing the whole wave before falling into the water.

You popped your head back above water to John B paddling towards you with your board next to him. "You okay?" He asked, pulling you back up onto your board. You wiped the water off of your face before nodding, getting ready to paddle again to a slightly larger wave. "Y/n/n you don't have to surf today, this was just supposed to be a practice." He reminded you. You were absolutely determined to get this. "I got this." You winked at him before paddling to the wave.

JB let you take this one, watching you jump up into position in time. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" You laughed as you skimmed through the wave. John B applauded you as the wave died down revealing pure shock on your face. "And the Pogue princess has done it ladies and gentlemen!" He yelled into his cupped hands as you made it to shore. 

You waited for him to get to you before jumping into his arms. You wrapped yours around his neck as he held you by the waist, spinning you around in glee. "You fucking did it! Holy shit!" He grinned as he put you down. You jumped up and down in excitement. "I know! JJ better watch his back I'm coming up to him." You mumbled, earning a chuckle from him.

"I believe this calls for a celebratory drink." JB held his hand out for you to grab, you gave him a weary look. His glance dropped to his extended hand, his fingers slightly wiggling. You giggled quietly before intertwining your hands together. This time the butterflies were stronger than ever. You slowly pieced together that you were developing feelings for your best friend, which you were not ready to admit. 

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you. I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you if I told you just how I felt.

"I'm really scared Kie." You admitted, clutching onto one of her pillows on her bed. She sat in front of you and held both of your shoulders, "don't be Y/N! John B won't be phased if he finds out you like him. Plus even if he knows that's not gonna change anything." "That's not what JJ told me." Kie furrowed her eyebrows at you before remembering past events.

JJ told you about the time John B dated a close friend of 5 years for a while but once they broke up they never spoke again. You refused to tell John B how you felt because you were terrified of rejection. You were terrified of him not feeling the same way, or pitying you for not feeling the same way. Then things become awkward and the whole friendship is ruined.

"That was years ago! He's matured a lot now and from the way he looks at you I'm guessing he feels the same as you." You buried your face into the pillow and groaned into the cushion. "Don't do that. Don't give me that." You sighed, clutching onto the pillow. "Don't give you what?" She asked. "Don't give me hope." Kie reassuringly rubbed your back, "It'll all fall into place soon hun, just try to give it time."

♡

"Dude when you see her your face turns pink. You're all like, "oh Y/N! Let me show you what true love is!" JJ exaggerated, putting his hand on his forehead before dramatically flipping his hair. "Shut up man." John B grumbled from behind the steering wheel.

"Honestly dude I don't know what's got you so afraid. Just tell her and don't be a pussy." JJ said to him. "Okay well what if I tell her and she's like, 'what the fuck I just became friends with this dude.' And she like, never talks to me again. What happens then?" 

JJ rolled his eyes at his over dramatic friend, "JB I love you, you know this but either man up and tell her or watch her fall in love with someone else. Your choice man." John B slouched in his seat, realizing his friend had a point. 

But I can't help it, I'm falling for you. And I can't quit it 'cause I'm stuck on you. 

John B covered your eyes with his hands as he led you into the backyard. Today was your birthday and while the rest of the Pogues took you out for dinner, John b stayed at his house to set up his backyard with festive lights and decorations. He remembered the first time you met him, you had gone on and on about how you wanted to go to a paper lantern festival. Since there were none at the time, he managed to find a lantern to give to you. He had set up the hammocks with a soft blanket and comfortable pillows. He saved up to buy cute fairy lights girls used to decorate their rooms. 

"And… surprise!" JB uncovered your eyes and watched your face contort into pure joy. "John B…" you trailed off, getting teary eyed. "Is it too cliche? Damn it I shouldn't have listened to Kie." He muttered under his breath. You quickly turned to him and hugged him, shaking your head. "No, no it's beautiful." He held you in his arms before excusing himself.

He walked inside and returned with the lantern, a lighter, and a sharpie. You covered your mouth with your hands, watching him walk up to you with a dorky smile. "I know this isn't a festival, but it's the closest thing I could find." He handed you the marker allowing you to write whatever you want. This was your chance to slowly start to tell him how you feel.

 You effortlessly wrote, 'JB+(your first and last initials)' you looked back up to him to see his smile even wider than before. "Is this okay?" He nodded his head, "it's perfect."  He held the other side of the lantern as you lit the bottom. "One, two, three." You two sent it off into the air, watching it slowly rise into the night sky.

John B wrapped his arms around your frame, resting his chin on your shoulder as you watched the lantern float above them. Your heart felt like it skipped beats constantly whenever he was near you. You got butterflies in your stomach whenever your name left his mouth. Everything you did with him just felt comfortable and safe.

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical but I just want to be with you.

You unknowingly cuddled yourself into John B's chest. You two were laying on the couch, you were fast asleep in his arms. He couldn't help but admire you as you slept. How your eyelashes just looked naturally long when they were shut. How every now and then your nose would twitch. Your eyes would sometimes flutter when you dreamed. Today was a day where you had a dream about John B.

He furrowed his eyebrows as a quiet, "John B." and a giggle escaped your lips. You were dreaming about you two traveling the world together after finding the gold. He took you everywhere you wanted to see, always looking at you when you were looking at the view. 

John B didn't move for a minute, afraid that he would wake you. He watched as your nose twitched nestling your head onto his chest. He held you in his arms, his thumb gently rubbing up and down on your arm. Hesitating for a moment, he tipped his head down and kissed your forehead. He couldn't hold his smile back as you grinned at the feeling. Your mind was telling you that happened in the dream, but in reality John B was slowly realizing just how strong his feelings are for you.

Please tell me, boy can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you.

"No, JJ you don't get it. I try to give him a hint that I like him but it just flies over his head." You vented, hitting your head on the steering wheel. JJ lifted your head up off the wheel and against the headrest. "Y/N, John B is the most oblivious person all of us know. If you want to tell him you like him, you have to just say it." He emphasized the 'have'. 

You groaned and turned your head to him. "Can't you just do it for me?" You covered your face. "Sorry buttercup, it's better if it comes from you. I'll help keep Kie and Pope away from you guys but you have to be the one to tell him." You exhaled loudly, nodding your head.

I'm scared of telling you how I feel. Maybe it's better if I just try to conceal the truth. For me and for you. But I'm still stuck on you. I'm still falling for you, for you.

You paced in your room, waiting for John B to arrive at your house. Tonight was the night you were gonna admit how you felt about him. You stopped in your tracks as you heard a delicate tapping outside your window. Unlatching the lock, you let him step through the opening before closing it again.

He stood there as you paced back and forth again, making him sit down on the edge of the house bed. "Okay. Okay so, I have to say something and I just need you to wait until I'm done before you say anything." You instructed him, earning a nod as a response.

"I like you. I like you a lot and it genuinely scares me. To the point where I went to JJ for advice because I couldn't figure out what to do. I was scared because my brain just tells me there's no possible way you would like me back. That if I told you how I felt you would think it's weird or you would look at me differently and I don't want that, I don't want things to change in a bad way. But I wanted to say this because you just, you make me feel safe. You make me feel like I'm worth it. You give me these butterflies that leave the hair on my body standing up. I'm always with you because you've always felt like home. I could be skydiving with no parachute but I wouldn't care because as long as I'm with you, I'm happy. Okay, now I'm just rambling but that's it." 

You stopped panting, biting your nails as John B sat there trying to process everything you said. He had a dumb smile on his face as he looked up at you. "What? What? Was that too much? Did I just mess everything between us up?" You panicked.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you. You couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable as you slowly backed away from him. He cornered you against the wall, his breath fanning your lips. "You like me?" He quietly whispered, trying to make sure he heard that right before he made the next move.

"I really do." You mumbled, your chest heaving from your heart rate picking up. His hand raised up and cupped the side of your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, melting into his touch. "I won't do anything until you tell me it's okay." 

You opened your eyes to look at his brown ones. "Kiss me." You reassured him. He dipped his head down and connected your lips to his. He exhaled in relief as he was finally able to kiss you. Something he's been wanting to do for a while now. Now he was the one with butterflies. The pad of his thumb rubbed your cheek bone as you pulled away from him. "Do you want this?" You asked, pointing your finger between you two

"I'm falling for you, I've been falling for you. I just want this. I want you." He whispered, pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your face turned a light pink as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

[glowstickia]

39 (heartache), because I'm mean like that. ;)

[AO3]

Scars - Arm

Echo held her breath, steadied her aim, and pulled the trigger. “Got ‘em.” She grunted. Her focus returned to her scope as she swept the area, ignoring the blood seeping into the pavement of the unfortunate feral that came in her line of sight just seconds ago. Dogmeat’s tail thumped beside her. She smirked and gently patted his head, while keeping her eye on the street below. “How’d the recon go?” She asked, doing another gentle sweep with her eye.

“Oh, you know,” Deacon’s voice was steady. Tired. “Same ol’, smame old.” Echo pulled back from her scope to look at him in the eye-er, sunglasses. He gave her a lopsided grin. “Raiders hyped up on jet, cars being tickin’ time bombs, deathclaw rave party.” He shrugged as he leaned against the rusting air vents, far from the edge where her sniper rifle was propped.

“A party?” Echo placed an offending hand on her chest in mock gasp, “and you didn’t think to invite me? Rude.” She pulled Heartbreaker off the edge of the building and clicked the safety back in place as she cradled her sniper rifle. “Other than a few ferals,” she said, getting right back to business, “and some wild dogs, it’s been quiet.” She turned to Dogmeat, who had been patiently waiting beside her, “Ain’t that right bud?”

Dogmeat boofed quietly as his tail thumped, sweeping bits of rubble to the side with his fur. Deacon hummed thoughtfully and rubbed his chin.

“What is it, oh wise one?” Echo asked, adjusting her sunglasses.

“How many targets did ya hit, Bullseye?”

She sighed. So, this is how it was gonna be. “Like…” she mentally tallied the rotting bodies in the street, “four. All headshots. All ferals.” She added. She rolled her eyes as her fingers dug around her pockets for more .308 ammo. She pulled out Hearbreaker’s magazine and reloaded. “Why?”

Deacon nodded to himself. “Coolarooni,” he clapped his hands, “now let’s blow this joint.” He pushed off the vent and re-adjusted his postal shoulder bag. “Bet we can hit up Mercer house before sundown.”

She narrowed her eyes at him as she clicked the magazine back in place. She bowed her head and started to repack her belongings. “Is there movement or any pressing concerns-” Orange flashed from the corner of her eye. Her hand snapped the air, catching the holodisktape before it hit her face. Gunshots popped in the distance as chalk dust was smeared onto the holodisk. Leather gloved hands quickly shoved the holodisk into a blue and white mailbox. She blinked away the vision and frowned at him as she tweaked her sunglasses with her free hand. Good, they were still on. “What’s this?” She asked, waving the holodisk in his general face direction.

“A message from one of our tourists.” He said, tugging the newsboy cap that wasn’t there a moment ago. “You may need to beef up security.”

Her lips thinned as she pulled out her bright red voice recorder from her bag and popped in the holodisk. She gently cradled Heartbreaker on her lap, and pressed play.

[Mercer here. Uh. In need of a heavy to clear route for package delivery. Runner suspect the highwaymen are biding their time. Cords attached.]

Echo clicked the stop button and looked up to Deacon with a sigh. “They want their place back.”

Deacon bobbed his head and started making his way towards the fire escape. “Yep. And to think we took all those decorations down for nothing.”

Echo gagged, as she erased the tape and stuck the recorder in her backpack. “Ugh, please don’t remind me of their ‘party favors’. I still have nightmares.” She shuddered and stood up. Oooooh damn. She hissed and stretched her ankles against the air vent. Dogmeat took the moment to stretch his legs and trot up next to her. He whined. She shook her head and patted his head. “Good boy.” After re-gripping Heartbreaker, and making sure her ushanka hat wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, she clicked her tongue. “C’mon boy, let’s move out.”

Dogmeat’s tail wagged as he followed. Echo smiled at him briefly, letting Dogmeat trail behind as she watched Deacon with a trained eye. His grip on the railing did not go unnoticed.

Echo followed Deacon’s lead as they traversed the streets. They both knew he had a better sense of direction. Dogmeat trotted ahead and sniffed the ground. He, more than once, gently howled, warning them of nearby ferals…or dogs. With a few detours and the sun’s rays blinding them westward, they slowed their pace.

“We’re approaching Anna’s Cafe.” Deacon said, voice low as he checked the alleyway, silently stepping over tumbled brick and broken mortar.

Echo chewed her lip. “Think that’s where they’re camping?” When he turned, sunglasses matching hers, she sighed. “Greaaaaaaaaaat.” She grumbled, adjusting her grip on Heartbreaker. “And here we are without party favors.”

Deacon huffed a laugh. Got ‘im . “Really? Cause I made sure to bring a gift this time.“ He grinned as he clicked off the safety on his rifle.

Echo shook her head. “I told you before, your presence ain’t a gift, it’s a curse .”

Deacon dramatically placed a hand over his heart, “Ouch,” he grinned as he crouched down,  "been hanging around Dez too much?“

Echo snorted as she joined him. “No, though I have heard something from Tinker Tom about you meddling with the time stream.”

He chuckled. “Ah, good ol’ Tom. He knows I’m a delight, no matter the era.” Dogmeat boofed quietly. He nodded. “See?”

Echo rolled her eyes and sighed. “Mhm.” She turned to Dogmeat and gave him a soft pat, “stay out of trouble.” Dogmeat’s tail thumped a little. She smirked at Deacon, “Ready to crash a party?”

Deacon matched her grin. “I call dibs on the snack bar.” Dogmeat trotted behind them as they snuck their way to the cafe.

It was a surprise party after all.

-

Echo hissed as she rolled to her side as her shoulder left throbbed. Oooo, yep, yea that was gonna bruise . She huffed as she sat up and rubbed her mouth against the back of her wrist. A quick check, and yep, nosebleed . She sighed loudly and looked around. Her ears were still ringing as the 200 years worth of radiated dust build up began to settle. One lens on her sunglasses was cracked. Great. Fantastic. And her hat waaas… She patted her ears and was met with the soft padding of the ear flaps. At least something wasn’t a total mess.

With determination and sheer stubbornness she pushed off the ground with her good arm and surveyed the damage. The cafe was still standing…miraculously. Foundation held on, but blood and gore was probably scattered everywhere upstairs. She wrinkled her nose at the thought and mentally backpedaled before kicking the door shut. “Focus.” she reminded herself as she picked up Heartbreaker. She should reload, but-. Dogmeat whined to her left. Following the sound, she carefully stepped over empty tin cans and chunks of rubble, into the old cafe.

Laughter entered her ears as her hand gently brushed the doorframe. Its hinges were empty, void of a door that once stood proud, pristine, and kept out the summer winds and cold December chill. A cello thrummed in her mind as a lone radio sat in silence on the ruined countertop. The old register was dented, rusting, and wide open with a couple caps hiding inside. She leaned over the counter seeing a familiar pair of shades as Dogmeat barked up at her.

‘Watch out for flying glass’ The music trilled. ‘Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out-’

Echo knocked on the counter. “Helloooo, I’d like some coffee?” She said, pushing through and brushing away the phantom music. “And my friend here is thinking about needing some pastries in a doggie bag?”

Dogmeat’s tail wagged as he walked over and sniffed Deacon’s chest. He grunted and groaned as Dogmeat gave his cheek a good cleaning. “Hey Bud.” He sucked in some air, “Sorry, ma’am, we’re fresh out.” Deacon righted his hat and sunglasses with his left hand, while he left his right hand hidden from Echo’s current view.

Echo gave a couple short whistles. Deacon whined at the noise. Dogmeat sat tall as he looked up at her with his ears perked. She clicked her tongue and gestured with her head behind her. Dogmeat gave a soft boof and happily trotted to her side. She frowned, immediately seeing the shine of slick red on Deacon’s right arm. “You need a doc.”

“Hmm?” He looked down and blew a raspberry, “Workmen’s cooooomp.”

She set Heartbreaker against one of the once plush, red stools, and made her way around the counter. “Deeks,” she said, keeping her tone even as she set her backpack at their feet and crouched to his level. She clicked her tongue and Dogmeat appeared right beside her. “Dogmeat. Go find something soft.” She raised her left hand towards the stairs and winced. Fuck…shoulder… Dogmeat boofed and ran up the stairs.

“Good man.” Deacon said, sitting up straighter with a grunt. “Seems like I won’t be the only one getting workman’s comp ey?” He grinned showing too many teeth. It didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Echo hummed a bit. “No, pretty sure Carrington’s gonna chew you out more than me.” She opened her bag and began rummaging around in it. Where… “After all you are the senior field agent, bucko.”

“To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.”

“Alright, King Lear.” She said, popping open a can of purified water, “Give me your arm and maybe I’ll make sure you won’t die.”

Deacon chuckled. “It was Regan.” He corrected as he raised his arm towards her. “And you’ve got better bedside manner than our resident ray of sunshine.”

Echo snorted as she poured a lil bit of the water onto his arm. “Yea? Never in all my years did I think I could surpass Mr. Sourpuss.” She sat the can down, while her free hand helped keep weight off his arm.

Bullets cracked against the cement as she leaned against the wall, heart racing and drumming so loud he couldn’t think. High Rise chuckled beside him. “Close one, huh Deeks?” He flashed a grin on his face, wet with sweat and blood.

“Not done yet.” She murmured.

“Bullseye,” Deacon whistled at her, “grip bit, ah, tight.” he hissed as her fingers released, leaving a faint ghost on his skin, “Damn,” his voice sounded tired, “had a grip like a mirelurk claw. You okay, Boss?”

Echo cleared her throat and set a bottle of vodka at their feet. “Fine.” she said, keeping it short so her voice wouldn’t betray her, “just…remembered someone is all.” It wasn’t a lie per se…

He arched an eyebrow at her, but for once, was quiet as she focused on cleaning his wound. It looked deep.

“You’re gonna need a stim.” She said, forcing herself to keep steady and calm and ignored the gunshots and H2’s whimpers in her head. She was here . It was just her, and Deacon, and Dogmeat. They just fought off the band of raiders in Anna’s Cafe. They’ll go to Hangman’s Alley and have a nice long rest in Mercer house. Then return to HQ in the morning. Back route. Report. And-

Dogmeat nuzzled her hands out of her bag as she blinked. His fur was…grounding as he let her rub his head.

“Hey boy,” she laughed a little, “was wondering when you’d be coming back.” He boofed. “Well? Find anything.” He barked softly and trotted off. She watched him climb the stairs until a soft cough caught her attention.

“Echo,” Deacon leaned against the rubble behind him, adjusting slightly to dislodge whatever was poking his back. His brows scrunched ever so slightly, despite being obscured by his sunglasses, “didja forget to turn off the stove in HQ again?“ he’s mouth twitched a smirk, “You know Des hates burnt cookies.”

Echo snorted. “No, it’s not the stove. Besides, I’m pretty sure Drummer Boy was working on some casserole recipe tonight. Something about mole rats and tato’s.”

“Eugh, mole rat meatloaf…” He stuck his tongue out in disgust as Echo rummaged in her bag again, “Hope there’s not left overs.”

“Mmmm,” Echo pulled out the tin box marked with a + with duct tape. She popped it open and smiled a bit. 4 stims, some rolls of gauze, and a salve she learned to make a few-no longer than a few months ago. She picked up the stimpak. “Well, if there are, I’ll make sure to give my portion to you.” She flicked the stimpack, something she read in a medical journal a long time ago.

“You cruel mistress.” He scrunched his nose, “Having me suffer stomach aches alone? Criminal.”

She swallowed as she looked at Deacon’s wound. She’d need to keep him steady to inject the stim, but… She huffed. “Hold still.” It didn’t give him a lot of time to react as her hand went to his wrist again and the stim worked its medical magic.

The ground and walls were burned, charred slightly from laser blast and angry fire. She’d seen them before as his hand came back blackened by ash. He didn’t want to look at the body by the fallen shelf, he looked everywhere around the room, until he finally approached Tommy Whispers. The bruised eyes. Deliverer still in his hands. It was Tommy.

Echo exhaled as she busied herself with her bag. The stim was spent, but she could chuck it in boiled water later. Once sanitized maybe Carrington would let them take more than a few stims on these missions. Or maybe she could trade it for a discount-

Deacon cleared his throat as he sat up. His eyes, or what she could tell behind his sunglassed mask, stared at his skin as it closed the gap. “Think it’ll make a wicked scar or somethin’?”

She closed her bag and shrugged. “I mean it was pretty deep.” She pointed to the scar that stretched from her jaw and curved above her brow. “Though won’t make as sick of a story as this one. You’ll need to spice it up a bit.”

Deacon rubbed his chin in thought. “Mirelurk-nah didn’t bust any bones…” he snapped his fingers, “mole rats. Swarm of ‘em.”

Echo snorted. He was just throwing her off. “Ah, so you could get out of Drummer Boy’s mole rat meatloaf?”

Deacon crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. “Exactly.”

“Good luck with that. I’m sure he’ll be disappointed you didn’t bring back any meat to contribute.” She stood and stretched her back, “Sun’s setting.” she said, walking around the counter and retrieving Heartbreaker. She hissed, swapping her rifle’s weight to her other arm. She didn’t have to turn around to see the arched brow or other such judgmental looks Deacon was giving her behind her back. “I’m fine.” she said, absolutely not fine, but she would be once she had some pain pills in her. Or something cold against the definite bruise on her shoulder. “Just fell a bit hard is all.”

Dogmeat gave a muffled bark as he dragged something heavy down the stairs. The duo turned and watched Dogmeat drag a super sledge to Deacon’s feet.

Deacon laughed as he picked up the super sledge and patted Dogmeat’s head. “Who’s a good boy?” Dogmeat danced, his front paws alternating in bounce as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. “Yea, you are bud. Finding weapons of mass destruction~” he rubbed Dogmeat’s face and lifted the sledge hammer.

“Welp, that explains why he was taking so long.” Her lips twitched a grin, “Gonna use that next time?”

“Oh fuck no.” He said, leaning on it, “You know I prefer sneakery.” He patted the handle, “Though I’m sure someone would like this puppy.”

Echo gestured to Dogmeat. “Of course they would. No one can resist this face.” Dogmeat barked in agreement.

Deacon laughed.

[ilovemarvel3thousand-blog]

Stark's Don't Suck

I wrote this on my old blog; but I wanted to post it here. I also changed a couple of things.

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: maybe language

Word Count: A little over 500 I think

Y/n bobs her head to the beat of the music as she works on her homework, not hearing the rapid knocking on her bedroom door. 

Y/n keeps bobbing her head even though the music stops and is replaced with Jarvis’ voice.

"Miss Y/n, please unlock the door for your father. Sir is rather impatient at the moment.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. Of course Tony would use Jarvis against his own daughter. 

Y/n's only ignored Jarvis once; when her mom died. The AI asked the twelve year old to come out of hiding inside the vents; and when she wouldn’t listen, Tony called Clint and he climbed through the vents until he found his daughter.

"I’m trying to do homework, Dad!” Y/n yells, facing the locked door. “Can’t you come back later when I’m not busy?”

"I need to talk to you,Y/n. I’m about to leave for a few days.”

Y/n jumps up at that, unlocking the door and swinging it open; but she doesn't invite Tony in. “Where are you going? Is the team going? Just a few or all of them? Is Pepper going to stay with me or are you guys even talking? If she can’t, who-“

Tony raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Can I come in?” He asks, interrupting his daughter's grilling.

She shrugs, her nostrils flaring with frustration. “Only if you answer my questions.”

Tony snorts; shoves her to the side and waltzes right in. “I can’t tell you. Yes. All of us. Yes, she is staying and yes, she and I are together.”

He plops in the desk chair, glancing at her homework. “Mine turn.” He turns around so he can face his daughter who is now standing with her arms crossed. “Why is your door locked, and what the hell kind of music are you listening to?”

Y/n's eyes narrow. “My door is locked because it’s the only way to get you to knock. I’m not twelve anymore, Dad. I’m sixteen. Having a little privacy will slightly increase the chances of me getting into trouble.”

When Tony opens his mouth, Y/n cuts him off with a raised eyebrow. “Not allowing your teenager to have some privacy will increase the chances of trouble by double.”

“You made that up.” Tony accuses.

“Oh I bet you it’s out there somewhere."

"Jarvis?"

"Miss Stark is correct, Sir."

Y/n smirks at that. She drops the smirk, her eyes softening. "Dad, it’s a locked door. If you start knocking, I won’t lock it. Deal?”

Tony doesn't want to fight with his daughter. Besides she's not seeing any boys, so it's no big deal. Right? He sighs, giving in.“Deal.”

Y/n smiles, happy that went smoothly. “So when do you leave?”

“Now, team’s waiting.”

Her eyes widen with excitement. “Are they here? Can I say bye?”

Tony chuckles, nodding his head.

As the two Starks start walking down the hall, Y/n remembers what Tony said about her music. “Let’s just get one thing clear. My music is awesome.”

“I think not, my child. Your music sucks.”

“You suck, get over it.” 

Tony gapes at his daughter in disbelief. "I don't suck! I'm Tony Stark, you peasant!"

Y/n laughs. "Your face. Oh man, that was priceless!"

"Ha, ha. You're hilarious." Tony grumbles.

"Well, I am a Stark. We're known for our humor."

"Damn right you are." Tony states as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

Y/n smiles. Her smile quickly widens when she sees the rest of her family. She runs towards them, happy to be able to see them before they leave.

[themindofcassiopeia-blog]

Reality isn't photogenic

Hey Astrophiles⚡

So everybody talks about the good. They publish, post and publicise the good, the things they want everybody to see and admire, desire, and applaud. Sometimes people talk about the bad, the sugar coated truth that still comes with the glory of it's own that sucks sympathy out of listening souls and ends the story with a praise that upholds their egos to the highest standards.

But what about the ugly? What about the fact that people around us are dying. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally and spiritually too and it's messed up how nobody can talk about it without being an attention seeker...

Today I was talking to a girl in my class and she asked about the bandage on my hand. I told her my cat scratched me and she continue to make a comment how "at least I didn't take a knife and stab myself or something". Now normally I can brush things off but she pissed me off with the way she said it. I proceeded with a simple "huh?". And then what she said next put me over the edge...

"You get some stupid pschyco thingie people who do stuff like that and cut themselves for fun"

Again "huh?"

"You know those people with those scars on their wrists and stuff?"

Self harm...she meant self harm.

And then I lost it. Mentally I slapped her, in reality I just walked into class and ended the conversation there.

Recently I spoke about OCD on my page and the same girl made a comment about OCD as well...

Just the other day I find out from my best friend that the people I used to once call my sisters were trash talking me and the fact that I have bipolar disorder and I'm "too sensitive". Mind you that one of them bursts into tears to gain attention and has done so many many times.

The point I'm trying to get across is that ignorance is a reality and it's ugly as heck. How are individuals, especially teenagers going through the hell we call high school, expected to cope and be okay when mental illness is not taught in our education syllabus? When ignorance drives people to feeling like they are worthless because they fight demons in their heads every single day but "it's not that bad". Feeling like until you are dead it will never be "bad enough" to not be attention seeking. And even when it's too late we are never enough.

As I said over the course of this blog I'm gonna talk about different things in the hope that I can eliminate at least one person's ignorance if nothing more.

So lets talk about the ugly because this crap is real and real is something that slaps us in the face all too often. We all have stories and struggles that nobody knows about and we have our ugliest moments inbetween the bad and the good. So let's be real now. I don't want your guys's sympathy. I don't want to be praised or apologised to. I don't want to be hated on or accused of seeking attention because if I could I would disappear from the face of an earth in a heartbeat because I'm not invisible. I'm painfully visible and completely ignored until I'm being criticised. Here's my ugly.

At age 8 I was already being called fat by my mother and the memory still sticks with me. From age 12 onwards I went through phases of not eating, starving myself for days and when forced to eat would shut myself in my room and exercise only to have no numbers drop. Resorting to purging which left me with my emitophobia. But was I really afraid of vomit or afraid of dying? As years go on I'm just getting worse and I'm lying to everybody. I go through phases of overeating, undereating, binging, purging, starving, 1000 calorie burning exercises and chewing gum on an empty stomach. Eating infront of a mirror and googling thinspo to one day achieve. But guess what, fat girls who get skinny are a success story and heaven forbid you fail like I am.

Holding a knife to my skin and making elaborate stories about paper cuts and looking my scars and not seeing scars but seeing a lie to my mother and invisible ink saying help me. Knowing that 2 people have seen those scars and getting a weird look from one and a lecture from the other. Scratches, getting into baths of boiling water and burning my skin, punching walls and bashing my head on door frames, scratching scrars and pitching my flesh to bruises.

Holding a knife to myself, standing over the railing at a school and having one person out of everybody grab me and pull me back into the corridor. Setting up a belt in my wardrobe, having a depressing as heck notebook that would make somebody scream like they were in a horror movie. Taking pills for the sake of it and getting to a point of not being able to do anything without taking pain killers because one day I hoped it would stop the pain.

The fear of messing up, not being good enough, being hated and alone and uninteresting and unloved haunting me while I stay up day after day with no sleep. Feeling too stupid to be anything and too smart because what's the point of being a brainiac if you're ugly and fat too?

So my life is ugly. It's freaking ugly and I hate it and I've been trying to change it for years. I'm not skinny, my face is too chubby, my teeth are scew, my hair is lifeless and falling out, my skin looks like a packet of red m&ms and I'm too smart, not athletic enough, too boring, not artsy enough, unpopular and too quiet?

What do I want? I want to be what is seen as perfect these days and reality is that I can't be that. Reality is that I sit on my phone but I have no messages. I sit on this blog but nobody follows it. I sit in my bed and feel like crying but no tears come out and I'm exhausted but my brain never turns off. I see the photos, the stories, the captions, the perfect lives of all my peers having a good time while I sit alone every day. Just be more social? Even when I am nobody wants me.

But all I am is attention seeking by marking up my body, all I am is a gluttonous freak because I'm fat, I'm a lame nerd because I struggle to speak up and I get good grades (which recently proved to not even be good enough). Ignorance. We don't know each other's stories. Some people don't make it to tell the story.

One day. One day it will be me turning down guys who ask me out, one day it will be me wearing skinny jeans and not looking like an elephant. One day it will be me who is called pretty and is invited to things and has a social life. One day I will be enough. One day I can feel like it's acceptable for me to be happy.

So here's my ugly rant. It's contoversial. It's my raw thoughts. It's real and this blog is the only place I feel safe being real because my name is Cassiopeia...not my real name. My baggage isn't glued to me, my life is unknown. Guys if you have a problem then please talk to me. I want to help. Let me know your ugly because no matter what it is it matters to me. Rant, scream, shout, cry, just let it out because I won't judge. The only person I judge is myself if I'm being blunt. So let's open up the conversation and stop the ignorance.

We need more real.

I love you guys so much and I hope this wasn't a waste of time. I needed to vent so thank you if you read all my crap. Thank you for following and reading this if you did💙

xx Cass xx

[biingbo0ng69]

to all the "friends" who use me for emotional support and leave me on read when i need theirs. get bent. this time around "im at work" cuz im not putting up with you this time 🤗

imma use fake names just in case

Layla- THIS NEEDS TO BE TOLD TO YOUR FACE IN A NICE POLITE WAY. BUT I NEED TO VENT FIRST. YOU ARE A HORRIBLE FRIEND. YOU'RE SELF ABSORBED AND ONLY TEXT ME WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING. I really needed her emotional support and she let me down one too many times... Pain is a competition for L and seems like she can't stop competing. I want to be here for her, but she isnt showing up for me. so im sorry but this is where i ghost her.

Melanie- Oofers girl. I miss the 16 year old who i met junior year of high school. The one where her whole life wasnt getting a girlfriend. I miss having bomb ass friend night outs. When we looked to our future we were excited and genuine. Now, she can't seem to get over anything. She never quite learned that in life bad things dont STOP happening and they never will, but we can getting better with coping and it doesnt mean there isnt good things. one of our mutual friends did us dirty and she will forever associate it with me. I'm sorry it hurt you dude, but I DIDNT DO IT. and i thought we moved past it, but every time we meet up it comes up at least once. or if that specific friend didnt come up she would ASSUME MY current friends were like the one who betrayed us. even tho melanie was friends with her first .... and she wouldnt phrase it like we went through it together, she phrased it like she was the ultimate victim. i did a lot of reassuring her because of that incident and i hyper explained where i was b/c she would assume 😒 the thing that finally made me STOP talking to her was when she brought it up YET AGAIN and said "we dont need another (inserthername) situation because i felt so left out and sad, you two just hurt me" and i felt like finally snapping and saying "well that was a SPECIFIC situation, my other/new friends arent lying sociopaths with the compulsive need to be accepted. that situation HURT me too, i felt like i lost you because I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME AND WHERE BAD MOUTHING ME TO EVERYONE. and even after all that i didnt block you on anything, or approch you on a daily basis to torment you. but you would. and you did. I DONT BRING THAT PETTY ACT UP DO I? and after all this reassurance and bending over backwards to adjust my schedule so we could FINALLY hang out again. only cuz you broke up with your girlfriend. not even that you missed our friendship which HURTS but i dont keep throwing that in your face. and all this effort just for you to pull this shit. way to ruin an evening YET AGAIN. but why am i surprised you've changed and i dont know who you are anymore." It's always backhanded like she needed to lecture me so i didnt do it again. but i didnt do it in the first place. I GOT SCREWED over too thanks for failing to recognize i lost my best friend and maybe needed my other F R I E N D to get through it. but no all we could ever go over was how i need to not do the same to her. now we're older and out of High School all she does is cry, complain, vent, and need a shoulder to cry on. and someone should never feel like they are wrong for being sad but i miss laughing with her too. I was always here for her, but when shit hit the fan in my life she disappeared 😞. She would just say "Sorry dude good luck!" or "Why does it matter that much?" she IS oblivious to anyone else's needs unless she's fucking them. What happened to friends? Cant you have both a relationship and friends? why did she always chose one over the other? when she fought and broke up a dozen and a half times i was there. EVERYTIME. when i broke up with my boyfriend.... and heard really disappointing news she was nowhere to be found. She wanted me to get over it and stop being sad but she was always allowed to be sad and i'd invite her over for a girls weekend where we talked through her being upset and i tried to get her to have fun. but after a while those girls weekends were not fun. ALL WE DID WAS TALK ABOUT HER. and she called the shots. she helped herself to my house, fridge space, dog, my bed, my products, and time. Whenever i needed a girls weekend she gave an excuse or was going through something else the next weekend. You always seem to have the right excuse but after so many times of being bailed on and even ignored, I'm finding it hard to stay objective. I dont think i need to be there for someone who is NEVER there for me. this is why i never called Melanie my best friend. she always seemed hurt by that but she never did anything to prove to me we were BEST friends. This is why i've stopped talking to her too.