#ill also tell his mom he fucking crushed my heart

[paddooo]

Absolutely paralyzed with fear

[holostarz]

my problem is i think most of p5s ships are cute and thats why i almost always am down for some form of polythieves

usually i just lump all the guys together cause all those ships are just so good to me??? and i mean like, every combination of them, even without ren. ill ship ryuji and yusuke. and i also love goro with either of them. ryugoro and akekita are so rare but theyre so nice?? they all just. clenches fists. theyre so good ot4 pegoryugorokita

goroann besties is real in my heart. also goroharu being like the Cursed besties ever in the end like. my god they have such a wack and unhinged platonic soulmates/kindred spirits potential. goromako rivals forever my guy they are so fucking funny. and ryukoto is kinda cute...

i think shumako is nice but its just not my cuppa tea. they are dear friends and i do love the image of ren and makoto being a bit rivalcoded and butting heads over phantom thievery and how to lead the team best. and goro is weirdly the one who can actually somehow stop arguments before they happen and get them to compromise.

makoto is NOT the mom friend okay she is the bossy and protective older sister friend. and she is smart and sensible but not immune to her friends infecting her with Stupid. ren is the mom friend. and the dad friend. best of both things. :)

ren: its hard raising 8 kids when youre in high school and an 18 y/o whos like if a divorced widow was a boy 😔 sojiro: what happened to your husband??? ren: he was lost at sea goro: ren, look at this dog i saw on my way here ren: i can still hear his voice

meanwhile i love futago half siblings headcanon. so while goro and makoto are a little more sibling rivalry coded, futaba is still goros actual gremlin sibling who will bully him to death. meanwhile, futaba is actually adoptive siblings with ren. these two are WAY more sibling coded than goro and futaba ever.

and when futaba starts trying to do similar Sibling dynamic things with goro. goro is like ??? "ren, futaba just came in here. stared at me. burped. and then left. what does this mean." and ren is like. "oh is there food? theyre probably telling you theres food and to come out if you want some. or if this is your first time seeing them today they could just be greeting you." and goro is like ????? but louder this time

i love shujin trio poly... and i default to them being the OG Cule. shuann? v cute love them. ryuann? also cute and honestly v funny of how messy i imagine their hookups being. like they keep breaking up and eventually finding their way back to each other. sometimes i see them as sibling coded, too, more than anything else. overall i just love these three together they are the tomodachis of all time they are partners for life

i also love ryuharu. and harukita (yuharu?) theyre really cute.... then theres good ol makoharu and annmako (makoann?) and i love them too... honestly love hifumi and makoto too?? i think they would be huge fucking dorks together... perhaps.... rivals, even?

goro and hifumi being friends... good shit. hifumi and yusuke being close friends? plz... and ren and hifumi are just. wahh i love them theyre so good. even futaba and hifumi could be cute, honestly.... wtf

and we cannot forget ANNSHIHO,,, forever. my GORLS.... lesbiabs of my heart.

anntaba is a rare one but theyre also v cute to me... and if they arent girlfriends i love the idea of futaba having a crush on her and then realizing those feelings are actually just Admiration and Gender envy. i also love the idea of morgana finding out his crush on ann is ALSO GENDER ENVY RELATED.... we love nonbiney morgana. hope is genderless

ren: my CAT IS TRANS!? NOT CLICKBAIT?

and makoto is always being an older sister to futaba. yutaba is nice, too. i honestly see futaba and yusuke being aspec and theyre platonic soulmates and in a qpp. and ofc sumitaba my beloved... i love sumitaba a lot

i adore ryusumi too like oh myg od,,.. wahh.... the sweeties. sumikita is so rare but like. i think they could be kinda cute too?? sumigoro is V platonic soulmates to me like my god theyre so. clenches fist. honestly whole royal trio tbh is just. "they can make each other worse" and each of them thinking "thank god im the normal one here" thats it thats the whole dynamic. and its so funny.

shusumi is cute too but honestly i think i prefer both ren and goro have somethin of a platonic soulmates or older sibling dynamic with sumire. they have adopted her okay. sumiann isnt one i see a lot either but they.... THEM.....

any mishima ship is super funny imo but like, theyre cute. love yuuki having a crush on ren but like. the game makes it near impossible for you to actually be fucking nice to him so i always get the vibe that ren would rather keep him at a distance, even tho they appreciate him and care about him.

its okay tho cause i say hes good friends with the OG trio + shiho and they vibe. yuuki crushing on goro, to his own horror? hilarious. and weirdly enough shiho and ren?? idk what their acronym is. but. oh my god. theyre actually weirdly cute? but i see them having disaster twins energy. theyre absolute menaces.

[fanaticsnail]

Sending love to that anon who is on the Yandere Doffy cruise with me, but also how dare you make it angsty 😭😭 but also, I love that. Make it fluffy then make it angsty! A perfect concoction. And then Snail adding the Impel Down? How about you just let Law take my heart instead and crush it, it would hurt less 😭😭

Following that Reader gets ill idea, you know who is the only doctor in the world who can help Reader if she gets ill?

You know WHO is the only one who can probably completely heal Reader?

LAW.

Fucking.

LAW.

(cackles)

Ohohohoho the plot thickens!

Would Doflamingo actually ask Law to heal Reader? Law's is the only fruit that can do it. Doflamingo just realising that would be so fckn AMAZING. The shock, the internal conflict, the fckn anger that Law is the only doctor left who has the HIGHEST chance of healing Reader...

This could be pre-Dressrosa Arc, hell this could be the reason Doflamingo surrenders during Dressrosa Arc because Law heals Reader right in front of Doflamingo, who is literally holding her while she has a fever. (I know, very unlikely but hey, let Doffy be desperate, as a treat.)

It could be that after he beats Law in their first fight after Law wakes up Doflamingo takes him to give a diagnosis on Reader, and Law is shooketh.

Also, add Reader being a mother figure to Law, being kind to him and thanking him and apologizing for Doffy and she is so sorry and Law is getting reminded of his mom now and is literally having a lump in his throat and this 26-year-old grump is about to CRY as he looks through Reader's medical charts left by the other doctors and all check-ups.

Maybe Law's doctor mode just TURNS ON. He isn't even thinking it, he offers to help with his Devil Fruit but in exchange Doflamingo has to surrender or at least let Reader go.

Doflamingo is not on board. He's gonna force Law to use Room if he has to.

Luffy is on board (if it's Dressrosa Arc), bless his soul, he even says he'll kick Law's ass if he harms Reader since he is reminded of watching Ace die or reminded of Nami being sick and him being helpless.

Would Doflamingo accept the deal? Yes? No?

Knowing Doffy he'll go like "I'll just force Law to heal her." in his Big Brain Moment™

And the Impel Down addition, ugh, fuck, my heart.

But Law healing Reader and Doflamingo's internal struggle and pride... OHOHOHOHOHO. I am laughing evilly.

We are further sinking into the Yandere Doffy hole here.

No, don't send the ladder. We like it here.

CAN I JUST

AND LET ME JUST

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay, I love this so much. This is gonna end up as a series, I can tell. It's going to have to be. Yandere Doffy with a reader who doesn't want to be with him, getting sick and finally seeing a way towards freedom with Law offering it to them, AND DOFFY JUST MOURNING FOR HIS LOVE WHO WANTS TO LEAVE HIM. JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I freaking love the Yandere Doffy train going on in my ask box. This is getting me all giddy and giggly. I love this so so much. I'm in the hole next to you, bestie. I'm taking notes.

I am also digging the fact we're all like: "yessss bring Law into it. Have the tables turn."

You: "You have always been so kind to me. Even as a troubled child, you had the potential of turning out like either brother. He'd be so proud of you, your heart mirroring his even now."

Law: "You offered me no reason to harm you. You were one of the few that made my childhood bearable there. And... Thank you. All I've done, I've done in honour of Cora-san and to spite Doflamingo."

The Heart Pirates: "What the hell? Don't we hate Doflamingo? Why are we healing his spouse?"

You: "And where do I factor in? The honour or the spite?"

Law: "Both and neither. I honour Cora-san in offering you this kindness, and I spite Doflamingo in knowing you're released from his charge and allowed to make your choice to remain here or flee. It's up to you what you do."

The Heart Pirates: collective "ohhhhhh"

I love this so much. I can't wait to write it. Thank you for another Yandere Doffy prompt, it's fuelling me.

[jenuinely-speaking]

hi!!! can i ask 1, 12, 19, and 33 for the ask game?

Hello hello Lucky! 👋🏽🥰Hope your day is/has been going smoothly!

Starting off strong I see. Alrighty then *cracks knuckles* here we go~

1) What was your first exposure to TMNT?

I laugh at this now in retrospect.

Picture this: 9-year-old Jen visiting her newly moved out older sister with her mom. Mom and sis are needing to talk about stuff that doesn't involve wee little Jen, so big sis tells her to watch whatever DVD was left in the player -- should be good for a kid younger than preteen age to watch. Low and behold, it was the original 1990 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, at that time the same age as wee little Jen. Now, little Jen has seen the original cartoon -- but it had been a hit or miss. But this movie? Holy crap, it was like the holy grail was delivered within the palm of her hands.

What's funny, apparently mom and sis ended their conversation not even fifteen minutes into the movie and tried to get my attention, but I was immediately hooked and sucked into it -- they finally got my attention about halfway through the movie lol We ended up eating lunch at my sister's so I could stay and watch the movie. Never looked back and have no regrets (and lovingly fully blame my older sister to this day for my obsession🐢💕).

12) Which version of Donatello is your favorite?

Picked up on that, I see lol Honestly, love all the turtles equally due to their differences and complimentary dynamics--BUT, speaking specifically on Dontron...couldn't have asked a tougher question lol

After thinking on this (I literally stepped away to ponder this question, no lie) it will have to be Bayverse Donatello. His adorable snort-laugh (tickles me every time). His nonchalance on electrocuting his brothers with his electric bo. His pure, un-adulterated excitement with anything science/tech related, even if it's preconceived inconceivable science and tech. HIS NONCHALANT STEPPING OUT OF AN AIRPLANE AS IF HE WERE STEPPING OFF A PORCH. BRO. Just. *mind still trying to compute after so many years* What the fuck, Don?

I also can't help but think Bayverse Donatello was a core blueprint/inspiration for Rise Donatello and, if that's truth, I love that kid (Rise) even more for his complete, unhinged energy ✨🤌🏽

19) Who is your favorite ally?

Hands down, the Nutrinos from the 1987 cartoon. Absolutely love the trio, especially Kala. The episode where she was accidently stranded in the boys' dimension, and they had to work on getting her back home is one of my top 10 favorite episodes of any iteration of the series. Michelangelo and Kala tiptoeing around their hard-core crushes for each other is just chef kiss ✨🤌🏽🧡

33) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

Hhhhnnnggg That's another toughie, considering how endless my pit of stories has become. If I'm to be honest, it's a tie between two drafts that I have:

1) A story that started 13 years ago titled "The Fifth Renaissance Master". It is currently getting revised and ties in TMNT with Gargoyles and Transformers, a story that will be told within the span of 3 arcs. My two favorite bits? And this I don't mind spoiling 'cause it's gonna be in the summary once it's a good way along to post -- I figured out a way to have Elisa be their sister while still holding her adult history on becoming a detective for the NYPD. And for Transformers to tie in via the villains after the second arc. Words ✨cannot express✨ how excited I am for this story.

2) A softer story titled "A Family Tail" that is geared towards Splinter finding, in his early years as a newly formed mutant and father, the care, compassion, friendship, and eventual love from a nurse that helps him get his sons through their first ever bout of illness at a very young age. Possibly one of the most wholesome stories I've ever plotted out and my heart hurts so good every time I pick it up to write😭💕. I am thinking of posting this one soon(like, two really's soon), chapter-by-chapter, as I randomly get scenario ideas during the day. So, this one might just end up an on-going story post soon enough.

[amberjazmyn]

heaven

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - heaven

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - tears, unrequited love, requited love, death, mention of terminal illness, mention of a hospital, mention of a wedding

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - with the lyrics of shane filan's "heaven" we see all four supernatural male cast members in love or watching their crush in love or reminisce about their deceased lover/spouse/deceased parent with their partner 

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this came out of bum fuck nowhere since i didn't like where my "completely" one-shot was going so yeah, hopefully, this is better. as always, lyrics is written in bold italics, flashbacks if any is written in italics, the present time is written in the regular font and everything is written in lowercase. some of these, like jensen's, could be seen as a "part two" or like a prologue to the "always with me" one shot but you don't have to read "always with me" to understand this one since basically only jensen's and maybe someone else's will have some correlation and relation to it.

masterlist listen to heaven right here!

- - - 

jensen ackles:

ooh, thinking about all our younger years, there was only you and me, we were young and wild and free. 

tears streamed down his face as he remembered the joy he had with you in this life and how that joy was now no longer around. you and jensen ackles were only married for just less than three months when out of what felt like nowhere, you fell ill and were diagnosed with a terminal illness that changed everything for you and jensen and all the dreams you two had with each other now that you were mr and mrs ackles, were swirling down the drain as you two started your short move-in to the hospital as an in-patient. 

whilst in the hospital, you and jensen but, jensen in particular, would think about your guys' younger years from the day you fell in love with each other, when it was only you two before supernatural was even a thing and when you were young, wild and free. and, other times, it'd just be silent in your hospital room because there would be times when jensen couldn't just stop working with supernatural entirely even though if it was that way, all of the supernatural cast wouldn't be working and helping their castmate and best friend through this journey but, they weren't allowed to because they were a tv show and they were always having to be filming or on tv in an interview. and today was one of the days where jensen thankfully praise god, got a day off of work whilst the other main three [jared, misha and alex] covered for him during a media interview and he was with you at the hospital. however, this was the day he wished jared, misha and alex weren't at an interview...

...because the moment he heard that all-too-familiar beeping sound that only seemed to get louder and more abrasive, he only wished that he had his three best friends with him. he could barely even yank his phone out of his pocket in time before he heard the rush of footsteps coming up from behind him...

...turning around, tears welling in his blue eyes, jensen never expected to see his castmates who were also his best friends rush through the hospital hallway when he hadn't even taken his phone out of his pocket to tell them. that was when he remembered who else was in the hospital with him, his mom donna had joined jensen and was the one who had contacted jared, misha and alex. 

"...jensen...we heard the news about y.n from your mom, is she okay?" jared questioned, bringing his arms up to jensen's shoulders as he just shakes his head, his tears streaming down his cheeks slowly 

"she...she's gone j..." jensen whispered as he felt his heart breaking as he fell forward, jared only just catching him as he hugged jensen as tightly as he could as it just set into jared, misha and alex's heads that the code blue they were hearing was y.n's - they were seconds too late 

"...jensen..." jared whispered, not knowing what else to say as jensen collapsed to the floor, jared going down with him as jensen cried and cried and cried, misha and alex joining the two of them seconds later as they joined jared in comforting their best friend 

jensen cried on that hospital floor in his best friends' arms for how long, he had no idea but it felt like forever when the nurse who took care of y.n had basically confirmed what was already known and it broke jensen's heart even more. 

"...mr ackles, i am really sorry but, there was nothing we could do to resuscitate your wife. if you, your mother and your friends would like to, you guys can come in to say your final farewells..." the female nurse spoke softly as jensen shakily stood up, jared helping him as the rest of them stood up as well 

"...thank you, doctor..." jensen trailed off, wanting to say something else but, he couldn't, he didn't know what else to say other than a weakened "thank you" as he loosened himself away from jared and walked in on his own 

jared, misha and alex watched on with broken hearts as their best friend and their castmate basically collapsed to his knees and hugged his now-deceased wife, wishing for her to just wake up and to "stop being a fucking twat, y.n". and well, jensen's mom donna, she felt as though it wasn't the right time for her to stay so, with a quick touch to jared, she silently excused herself out of the hospital back to her car to go back home. 

speaking up, jared bit his lip, "what are we going to do now?" tears welled in his eyes for his best friend who had now become a widower less than three months after marrying as misha and alex, who were also teary-eyed, shook their heads in unknowing 

"i have no clue, jared...all i know is that jensen's going to need us more than he's ever needed us and we have to be there for him through all of it," misha responded as jared and alex nodded their heads in agreement 

"absolutely. but, we need to be ready for all five stages of grief, we can't just be there for him when he's going through the depression stage. we also have to be there for him when he's in denial, when he's bargaining and wishing it was him that got sick, when he's mad over it all and then, when he eventually comes to some sort of acceptance over this whole situation, we have to be there for every single part of it..." alex gulped as he placed his hand over his heart, only able to imagine the heartache that his best friend was going through and it broke his heart that jensen wasn't imagining it 

jared, misha and alex joined jensen in y.n's hospital room minutes later and comforted him as he wept and wished it was him laying in that hospital bed over his wife. after that though, after jensen cleaned himself up, he took it upon himself to remember his wife and all the memories he shared with her. the four talked, cried and laughed together as they shared their favourite memories of y.n ackles with each other and, whilst that wasn't going to fix jensen's hole in his heart straight away, it was a small stepping stone that was the foundation. 

jared padalecki:

now our dreams are coming true, through the good times and the bad, i'll be standing there by you 

nicky hadn't been any happier before in his life. he was starring in the biggest sci-fi show in the world, he had the life he dreamt of and he was married to the love of his life, y.n padalecki and he couldn't have wished for anything else. 

kissing his now-wife's ear, he whispers, "...do you think our guests would notice if we just...left the reception?" jared smiled as y.n giggled, grabbing her husband's hand 

"yes, they totally would, jared! we are not going to do that! besides, the speeches haven't started yet, we'll leave during cocktail hour, okay?" y.n giggled as jared rolled his eyes but agreed with his wife 

"...jared...jared...jare..."

"...jared!" y.n giggled softly as she snapped her fingers in front of her husband's face

jared looked up from his phone, his tears welling in his eyes as y/n's smile fades immediately and grabs her husband's phone out of his hand, slips it into her back pocket and pulls her husband in for a hug. 

"what was the phone call about, babe? it felt like it was going on forever..." y.n trailed off as jared sniffled, not wanting to start his sobfest now, especially in somewhere as public as the austin airport 

"...steve...umm, one of [best friend's] workmates went up to check on him since he didn't respond to me or his mom's calls and umm, he...[best friend's] been taken to the hospital and they..." jared's voice caught as y.n's eyes widened and her heart broke and, just like her husband, tears welled in her eyes 

"...oh, honey, is...is that why you ran off the plane you were supposed to be on?" y.n whispered as jared turned around, grabbing y.n's hand so they could run to their car to get to the hospital 

and, as they started to run, jared started to talk again, "yes...i...i think he's dead, and it absolutely terrifies me that i could have found out when i got to vancouver..." jared sniffled as he closed his eyes, only wishing he wasn't close to breaking down in the airport as he and his wife ran through the halls 

"...jared...babe..." y.n wished she could think of something but it was kind of hard when she was running no...being pulled...through the austin airport back to their car to drive to the hospital 

she then halted the both of them and spoke up after quickly catching her breath, "...jared, have you called the hospital to ask them if [best friend] is okay, first?" she questioned, it broke her heart to think that jared would go straight to the thought that his best friend could be dead without even ringing up the hospital to check first 

and, it was at that moment that y.n gave her husband his phone back and jared rang up austin state hospital...

austin state hospital 

"austin state hospital, rebecca speaking who is..."

"...you've admitted somebody here, [best friend's full name], and i'm just wanting to see how he is?"

"and, who are you?" 

"i...i'm his best friend!"

"you need to come to the hospital, you don't need to rush but you need to come into the hospital!"  

"thank you...bye..."

and before the receptionist from austin state hospital could say her piece, jared ended the phone call and sobbed the tears he tried his best to hold back when he had to tell her that he was his best friend's friend. y.n bit her lip as she just looked at her husband as he looked back at her and shook his head as her eyes widened and a tear slipped from her cheek, causing tears to stream down jared's. 

"...what did she say, jared?" y.n sniffled, wiping her tear away as she moved closer to her husband as he covered his face before his hand reached his hair 

"she...she said that i...we need to come to the hospital but we don't need to rush...y.n, i...i was correct. [best friend]...[best friend's] dead and i was nearly on a plane to vancouver..." jared sniffled as his voice broke as y.n shook her head, not wanting jared to blame himself as her heart broke even more than her husband's suspicion was correct 

"...oh, babe...no, don't blame yourself for having to leave for work! besides, i think we should listen to what the receptionist lady said and make our way to the hospital, maybe there you'd still have somewhat of a chance to say one final goodbye?" she knew that last part could have come off as insulting and anything but helpful but, she was lost with what to say since all of her best friends were very much alive and she now had no idea the emotions and grief nicky was going to go through 

jared nodded his head, knowing what y.n meant and tried to wipe away his tears as the padalecki's finally reached their car in the airport parking lot and started their drive down to austin state hospital - the last place they wanted to be in november 2016. 

 by the time jared and y.n padalecki arrived at the hospital, it had been announced that jared's best friend had indeed been pronounced dead from what seemed to be a suspected suicide but, of course, the cause couldn't be confirmed until the autopsy report had been performed and finalised. and, jared was absolutely distraught and broken to the ground, of course, he was, his best friend was his best friend and now, bam, 100 days after they had gone through the same devastation with a different best friend, they were doing it all over again with this specific best friend. and, y.n had no idea what to do to help her husband, she did think about ringing up [the other best friend's] wife but, she thought that seemed a bit crude since, technically, it hadn't been that long since [other best friend] had died and she was probably still doing all she could do to console her husband of the other deceased best friend. so, the next best thing y.n did was to just simply, be that shoulder for jared to cry on and her ears for jared to cry and rant to and to remind him that he couldn't just not eat or drink anything for a whole day because that is unhealthy and he needs to eat and drink. it also meant that when she knew that the phone calls and funeral planning were getting too much for her husband, she'd send him upstairs to their bedroom to sleep alongside their son, thomas. 

after going back and forth with jared about why he should go upstairs to have a sleep, you spoke up again, "...and i understand you want to help your best friend's mom, i get it, sweetheart. but, babe, look at the state of you, you are not in the right state of mind to be on the phone with his family and the funeral directors. there's a reason why his mom has been attempting to be this strong and it's because she has to. so, i'll ask you again, go upstairs to our room and i'll take care of this. what you need is sleep. you are wrecked and the only way you'll be able to continue is if you rest and take care of yourself. you are not okay, jared, you just lost your best friend..." she trailed off as jared's eyes closed and he covered his face with his hands 

she hated that she made her husband cry, of course, she did but, they both knew that it would be better for jared to rest with their little boy and for y.n to continue just for the moment. as she watched her husband with their shared son go upstairs for a nap, she remembered why she married her husband and this was the reason - so she could be there during the good and the bad times. 

misha collins:

ooh once in your life you'll find someone who will turn your world around, bring you up when you're feeling down, yeah nothing can change what you mean to me

she couldn't believe that misha collins wanted to talk with her. she didn't even think that misha knew who she was but, apparently he did because, when she arrived at school and opened up her locker, a piece of paper slipped out. when she opened it, she found a letter from misha and it read, "hey y.n, meet me at the school's lecture theatre first period. misha collins xx" and, he even left her two kisses on the letter! surely that means that like, misha's into her, right? well, she would find out soon since the first period starts at eight thirty-five am and it was currently eight thirty am so, only five more minutes before she'd be with misha and finding out what it was that he wanted to tell her. so, with her geography textbook in her hands and misha's handwritten letter on top of it, she began her walk to the school's lecture theatre...

...arriving at exactly eight thirty-five am on the dot, she waited in slight confusion for misha only to jump out of her skin when someone did walk in, only for the person that walked in to be the very person that wrote the note. giggling in slight embarrassment, y.n bit her lip and tamed her hair, curling it behind her ear as she stepped closer, handing misha the letter, gesturing to him to explain what it was he wanted since she was missing period one, something she had never done before since she was always known as northfield's goody two shoes. 

smiling, misha happily spoke up, "...i...i didn't think you'd actually skip geography, y.n, wow, you're not just a goody two shoes..." he laughed as y.n giggled too as she shrugged, her geography textbook hugging her chest 

"...so, what is it you wanted to meet me here for? this couldn't wait until break or my study-free period since we're seniors?" y.n teased as misha shrugged his shoulders this time as he huffed 

"i just...i've been meaning to tell you something for a while since i know you've been sort of, f...fawning over me lately and i wanted to tell you that, i...i also like you like that..." 

"...y.n...y.n...hello, earth to y.n?" snapping to get her best friend's attention was something danielle collins has had to do for ages now, ever since misha collins, danielle's older brother, started dating vicki vantoch

"yeah, sorry dani, what...what did you say?" y.n gulped, clearing her throat as danielle sighed sadly, her shoulders sagging 

danielle knew of the history y.n and her brother, misha, had had during their senior year of high school and the first few years of y.n's college years until 2000 when misha wanted to be an actor and misha started realising that he was growing apart from his high school sweetheart and falling in love with someone else. and, whilst it was utterly painful to watch this unrequited love between her best friend and brother, she knew that being invited to her unrequited former lover's wedding in maine was doing anything but helping those feelings. danielle and y.n had gone out to the boutique to find themselves dresses for the wedding, dresses that weren't too out there but were still nice since it was a maine wedding where the dress code wasn't too formal but rather comfortable. 

"i said, y.n, i personally think it was quite low of misha and vicki to invite you considering the history of you and him but, it can't be any worse for you though..." danielle trailed off as y.n smiled and shook her head, her hands shuffling through the dress rack 

"...i don't think so...i think it was actually quite sweet of them to invite me..." she trails off as she pulls out a dress she thought she liked the look of but immediately grimaced and placed it back, making danielle giggle 

"...sweet? why do you think it was sweet of them to invite you?" danielle questioned after reeling in her giggles from the dress fiasco as y.n sighs and rolls her eyes, moving her back towards the clothes rack and to danielle with her arms crossed over her chest 

"i think it's sweet because it means that they clearly trust me enough that one, i'm not going to do anything silly like object to their wedding and two, they still care about me because, honestly, vicki is the sweetest girl out there and, i'm truly happy that it's vicki that misha's marrying, i wouldn't want him to be marrying me at all..." y.n trailed off as danielle was shocked as she tried to find any inkling in y.n's face that she was lying but, danielle couldn't, her best friend was not lying at all 

"...seriously? you wouldn't want misha to be marrying you but victoria vantoch instead? why? i always wished it was you that misha married eventually..." danielle trailed off as y.n giggled as she sighs 

"...absolutely, vicki is the right one for misha and misha is the right one for vicki. i was only meant to be a short-term relationship and i'm okay with that. i knew from that day at school, back in the school lecture theatre when he first talked to me, that it wasn't going to last longer or reach a ring and a marriage and truthfully, i think you knew that too but, you just didn't want to believe it. so you tried your absolute hardest to hate the guts out of vicki when she just fell in love with the same boy i did who realised that he finally found the love of his life who wasn't me. and you hate that because you wanted it to be me even though you knew in your sub-conscious that it was never going to be me and because you don't actually hate the guts out of vicki, you just hate that your older brother found the love of his life and it wasn't who you always wished it to be..." y.n finished as danielle gulped and locked her jaw, crossing her arms over her chest as she sighed, nodding her head as y.n felt herself flashback to that day that misha asked her to be his girlfriend 

"...y.n...y.n...earth to y.n? hello? y.n y.l.n!" misha snaps his fingers with a giggle as the girl blinks and shakes her head with a small giggle 

"sorry misha, what did you say? i didn't catch that..." y.n gulped, she totally heard what misha said, she just couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth after the very vague note he had scribbled down and placed in her locker earlier that morning 

"...i said, i like you a lot, y.n and i was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend and if i could pick you up this friday to take you out on a date to the movies..." misha repeated and y.n smiled, her mind was not playing tricks on her and misha did ask her to be his girlfriend and to take her out on a date 

even though she knew this relationship wasn't going to end in them getting married and having a family together, y.n nodding her head and responded, "...of course, i'll be your girlfriend and i'd love it if you could pick me up on friday to take me to the movies, what movie were you thinking of?" y.n bit her lip as she could tell that misha was also relieved that she said yes and he smiled 

"i was thinking my girl with macaluly culkin and anna chlumsky to then pick you up at around, six thirty pm as the movie starts at around seven and then drop you home afterwards?" misha proposed as y.n smiled and nodded her head which made misha feel so much better

"i'd like that...wait, isn't my girl supposedly like, really really sad? i don't wanna cry in the cinema, that's so embarrassing, mish!" y.n started but then trailed off in worry that seeing titanic with misha in the cinemas would make her cry as misha giggled and bit his lip 

"yeah...it is said to be quite the emotional rollercoaster but, i made sure to buy seats right at the back since i'm also quite the crier so you won't be the only one crying so, my girl at six thirty on friday?" misha giggled with a hint of embarrassment as y.n felt butterflies in her tummy hearing that misha was a crier as she nodded her head 

"that sounds perfect, thanks misha, see you then?" y.n trailed off as the bell for period two had rung, meaning that y.n had to rush to her locker to grab her political studies textbook and explain to her teacher why she was late as misha smiled 

"yeah, if we don't see each other in political studies..." misha winked as y.n giggled, remembering they had period two together 

"...y.n, seriously? how many times do i have to snap my fingers in your face today? did you hear what i asked you?" danielle sighed in exasperation as y.n blinked back into reality with a sorry look towards danielle

"i'm sorry dani, i only got two hours of sleep last night, bambi and pascal were barking all through the night because of the fireworks on the main street, what did you ask me?" y.n apologised as danielle softened up, she knew how loud her two huskies, bambi and pascal got whenever the austin council let off fireworks during a random day on the main street 

"don't apologise, i asked where you and misha went for your first date since i don't think you ever managed to tell me or elizabeth and sasha what you guys did even though you promised us you would," danielle giggled as y.n did too, how on earth did misha or her forget to tell their first date to their best friends and siblings after promising they would 

"oh my god, did we not tell you guys?" y.n was shocked, how did they never tell anyone about their first date back in 1991 and only now in 2001, ten years after the fact as danielle shook her head 

"no, you guys never ended up telling us, you didn't even give us a slither of a clue after we all begged and begged you two to tell us, you guys just went straight to the cafeteria for lunch and by the time you came back, there was no use to ask you again since you two were avoiding telling us at all costs..." danielle smiled as she trailed off as y.n smiled, remembering that friday evening like it was yesterday 

"...well, it wasn't too crazy. all we did was, misha picked me up at six thirty pm that friday night for a seven pm showing of my girl and after the film was over, he drove the both of us back to my place. misha did originally plan on driving back home but, we didn't seem to take into account how long the movie was and we didn't get home until like, nine thirtyish in the evening and mom was hellbent on having misha spend the night since it had started to rain seconds after misha and i got home and, because she didn't want misha to drive back to his place in the rain, she rang up your parents and explained to them that misha was staying overnight at ours and that he'd return back home in the morning the next day. so, we had some fish and chips and watched another movie that was on the tv and then we went upstairs to my room, he stayed in my room and we slept in my bed but, there was no touching, no cuddling, no sex, no nothing. misha was quite respectful of my space on my bed and i was quite respectful of his space on the bed and we fell asleep. when we woke up the next morning, we got dressed, me in my room and misha in the bathroom and then went downstairs for some breakfast when misha then left since the rain had died down during the evening while we were asleep and that's what our first date was, nothing too crazy, nothing too special, just something lowkey and it was great..." y.n trailed off as danielle smiled the whole time 

"...then if it was just that, then why didn't you guys tell us? what was so embarrassing that you couldn't tell your best friend and sister?" danielle grilled as y.n scoffed out a laugh as they sat on y.n's bed as danielle gestured for her best friend to tell her 

"fine, i'll tell you. we both cried our eyes out during the movie and, we didn't want to tell you guys because, knowing the three of you, sasha, elizabeth and you, you would have laughed at us if we told you my girl made us cry so, we just decided not to tell you at all..." y.n shrugged as danielle gasped in offence that she wasn't told ten years ago 

"...how dare you say that we'd laugh at the both of you for crying during my girl! i'll have you know, i watched it with my now husband, noah and sasha in 1992 during a break in between the college terms and we both sobbed our eyes out, why didn't you tell us then after i had rung you in such emotional duress over the movie?" danielle howled in shock and mock offence as y.n laughed wholeheartedly at her best friend 

"jesus christ, can you be any more dramatic, danielle? but, i'm sorry, okay? we just forgot to tell you since we started to go on more dates more frequently to the point where we started to forget what we had done the week before. it wasn't that we intentionally hid it from you guys, we truly did want to tell you," y.n giggled, sighing at the end as danielle smiled

"it's alright, i was being dramatic besides, if misha and vicki's wedding is tomorrow, we should probably go to sleep since we have to wake up kind of early to make sure we catch our flight in time since we've finished packing everything we need," danielle suggested as y.n agreed and nodded her head, slithering herself into her bedsheets, danielle following suite, knowing that danielle's husband and y.n's friend, noah, was doing the same thing a couple of rooms down from them 

"agreed. goodnight dani..." y.n whispered after turning off her bedside lamp as danielle smiled, turning to her side of y.n's bed 

"...goodnight y.n..." danielle whispered back as she quickly fell asleep whilst y.n stayed awake, staring at her ceiling for five minutes until she lulled herself into sleep only hoping that her emotions would be controlled and she wouldn't bawl her eyes out during the wedding of her ex-lover and his new wife 

*

and how she should have known that her emotions would not be controlled, similar to what she's seen people do at funerals in movies and tv, she couldn't move from her seat after misha and vicki's beautifully hilarious wedding. thankfully, there was still time before the reception but, for now, y.n just needed time to herself, to breathe and to regulate her emotions before she sees misha and vicki to congratulate them...only, misha noticed her first and decided to go over and talk to his ex-lover...

"...hey...hey, y.n?" misha whispered, not wanting to startle his ex as she turned around, quickly wiping away her teary eyes as she smiled towards the now-married man 

"hey, misha, what are you doing over here? you should be with your wife, celebrating together before the reception," y.n cleared her throat as misha smiled and gave a side head nod as he gestured if he could take a seat, y.n nodded her head 

"i'm here because i wanted to talk with you, and so does vicki but, i think she'll do it later so as not to overwhelm you...but umm... i...we both know, vicki and me, how hard it must be to have come to the wedding and to have seen the wedding invite but, i just, i couldn't get married to vicki without you being here and, whether that sounds selfish or not, it wasn't our intention but, thank you. thank you for showing up because, even though i'm now married to vicki, i still love you in a way that vicki will never properly understand but understands enough that you won't do anything to jeopardize our marriage together. i know we dated from 1991 to 1997 and they were an amazing six years, i don't ever regret those six years but, i know that we both knew that we weren't ever going to get married or have kids as i will with vicki. vicki's my romantic soulmate, she's my wife but you, you y.n, you're my platonic soulmate. you have always been there for me during everything when we finished high school, when you were in college yet still cheered for me when began the white house internship to when i left that and started acting and then after we broke up as a couple. i mean, you were there for me when we found out recently about dad's cancer diagnosis and you were there for me as a shoulder to cry on when vicki wasn't available because you wanted to be a friend, a best friend. and, i mean, nothing can change what you mean to me, y.n. so, thank you for letting me marry my romantic soulmate and being my platonic soulmate, i love you y.n but, i have vicki now and, i'm forever thankful for the two of you...bye y.n, i'll see you later if i don't see you at the reception later on..." misha smiled, standing up from his seat next to y.n and giving her a hug as she accepted it whilst she wiped away her tears, tears that weren't tears of grief or jealousy, tears of joy that misha finally found his one true love, his romantic soulmate 

"...i love you too, misha...bye misha..." 

alexander calvert:

baby you're all that i want when you're lying here in my arms, i'm finding it hard to believe we're in heaven, and love is all that i need

alex couldn't help the way he looked at his wife, y.n calvert as she slept, curled up against his exposed chest. he was totally in love with the woman who he had just married less than two nights ago as they stayed in the magical maldives for their honeymoon. this newlywedded bliss for sure felt like heaven and that love was all that alex needed. now he finally understood and appreciated the happiness that jared, jensen and misha spoke about when it came to the feeling of being in heaven after getting married. 

groaning, y.n opened her eyes and giggled in a startle, "...alex, you scared me! why are you staring at me?" she giggled, sleep still in her voice as alex smiled, brushing some of her hair out of the way as he bit his lip 

"because you're beautiful and you're my wife..." alex whispered as y.n smiled, biting her own lip as she spoke up again, her hand messing around with alex's hair 

"...say that again, baby," y.n smiled as alex chuckled but didn't waste time saying it again 

"you're beautiful and you're my wife there, i said it again and it's true. you are beautiful and you are mrs y.n calvert for now and forever!" alex chuckled as he continued to remove hair off y.n's face as she smiled at her husband 

"now and forever..." y.n trailed off as she smiled, her mind rushing back to her wedding day and her wedding vows 

"...alexander calvert...we've known each other since we were twelve and i've been in love with you ever since and now we're here, at twenty-nine-years-old and we're getting married. i mean, what kind of fairytale like that actually comes true other than those that we see in movies and tv shows that show this very thing happening? apparently, ours does and i'm forever grateful for our little fairytale. you always make me laugh when i don't want to laugh, you always make me smile when i don't want to or when it's the hardest thing in the world, you love me in the most loved way but, most importantly alex, you...you make me happy *sob* and i don't think i can say anyone has ever made me happier the way you have. i mean, when we first met, you were obsessed over musical theatre *giggles*, hip hop dancing, hockey and acting even though you were sort of embarrassed to admit it at all *giggles* and then, somewhere in all of those obsessions, you found yourself obsessing over me in the same way i obsessed over you. we always wanted to be around each other, even if it annoyed your sister rachel and your best friends to the point where i barely let you guys have hangouts on your own because i just wanted to be near you all the time *giggles*. but then, after high school and college, you sort of went away because your obsession with wanting to be an actor was no longer an obsession but a dream, a dream you started to chase alongside all these amazing families you've made through supernatural and the other tv shows. i love you, alex, i really do and it makes me so happy seeing the way you come alive on that tv screen every single week with your supernatural family. alex, i promise to you that i'll love you for all my life, i'll laugh with you, i'll cry with you, i'll never go to bed angry, i'll never let you doubt my love for you, i'll never doubt your love for me and for now and forever, you'll be my husband, my number one, always..." 

"...y.n...babe, you alright? i lost you for a moment, what were you thinking about?" alex sniggered as y.n giggled, cuddling further into him before lifting her head 

"my wedding vows at our wedding..." she trailed off as alex smiled as he suddenly felt himself get teary-eyed 

"...i cried my eyes out during your vows...they were the sweetest in the world," alex smiled as he sniffled and y.n smiled, reaching her hand up to alex's cheek 

"aww, did that make you emotional? and i know, that's why i couldn't look at you because if i did, then i would have started crying as well, that's also why i was giggling at some points because i was moments from crying but wanted to stop myself. anyway, i cried though when i was writing them, that's also probably why i didn't cry when i said them because i was in hysterics when i wrote them..." y.n giggled as she stared lovingly into her husband's eyes as he stared back into hers 

"...is there anything you want to do today or do you just want to stay in bed..." alex questions as y.n giggles, biting her lip as her leg started to intertwine with alex's as his eyes rose in shock 

"...or we could, you know..." y.n suggested with a hint of cheekiness as shane smiled and nodded his head

leaping onto his wife, making her shriek, they started to get all dirty and fun in the bedsheets in the paradise of the maldives and they couldn't have been happier. however, they remembered quite quickly that after today, their honeymoon in the maldives was over and they'd have to leave back for their home in vancouver so alex could return back to work with supernatural and y.n could return back to her job as a paramedic back home in vancouver.

however, at this moment, right now, they were moaning each other's name and getting down on it with each other and probably ruining every other vacationing couple or family's morning due to how loud they were but, hey, you couldn't blame the calvert's, they were newlyweds and, they were soaking up their last day of honeymoon bliss by doing it

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this was so much fun to write and i'd like to reiterate that everything i write in these, unless otherwise stated, are fictional and have no facts to them.

ok ily bye xx

wc; 6800 

[oscpaistry]

•Bestfriends with Jude•

!friendly jude, flirty jude‼️!

{Authors note: First i didnt know what to write, but then the ideas started coming in🙌🏼 As always you can send me requests or comment some ideas🫶🏼}

*You and Jude were best friends since first grade. You two always did everything together. His mom loved you like her own child. But you two never did something weird together. Like touching each other or something else. You always had a little crush on him, but little did you know he also had a crush in you.*

It was a boring day at the Bellingham house. Denise, Mark, Jobe and Jude sat inside. Everybody on their phone. It was silent. "Jude, what if you let Y/n sleep over? Havent seen that girl in ages. I miss her to be honest." Denise asked Jude with a smile on her face. "YES PLEASE! I also miss her!" Jobe yells excited. Jude agreed and called Y/n.

Y/n : Hey Jude, whats up?

Jude : Hey Y/n, We were wondering if you wanted to stay the night. Everyone misses you here!

Y/n : Sure, at what time should i come?

Jude : *he covers his phone with his hand and asks his mom what time she could come.* We have nothing planned today. Come whenever you want Peach.

Y/n : Okay sweet! Ill have to shower and pack my things but ill text you when ill leave okay?

Jude : Okay, take your time Peach! See you soon!

-Y/n her POV-

Your heart always skips a beat when he calls you Peach. Even tho its a simple nickname you find it cute when he calls you that.

You get ready for a shower. It will take a while because you really need to shave. Like your legs and you know. You lather yourself with soap and you hair with shampoo. You rinse yourself off with perfect warm water and shave your legs. Finally your done with showering. You wrap a towel around yourself and around your hair. You take some clean clothes. You change yourself into some jeans and a sweater. Then you put some makeup on. Simply just some mascara, concealer, highlighter and some lipgloss. You take your bag and pack you stuff. An extra sweater, sweatpants, hair ties, slippers, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush and an extra pair of socks. You put your shoes on and text Jude that your on your way.

-Jude his POV-

You see a text appear on the top of your phone. Its from Y/n.

Y/n: "Im headed out, ill be there in 15min! Ttyl Romeo😋"

She always called you Romeo. It makes your brain go burrrr. You always found her cute and sweet.

"She'll be here in a few minutes." You say to the others. Jobe looking excited at you. Jobe was always at his best when Y/n was around. He will laugh until his stomach hurts. It kinda made you jealous. But whatever. Y/n is 20 years old, you are 19 years old and Jobe is 17 years old. But of all that overthinking you hear the door bell ring. Jobe jumps up from his chair and run to the door. You run after him. He opens the door and there she is. Standing there with her arms wide and a smile on her face. Jobe goes to hug her tight. You roll your eyes and greet her inside to the living room. Jobe finally lets go off her. Jobe, Y/n and you are standing infront of your parents. Denise comes up from the couch and gives Y/n a big hug. "Ive missed you so much Y/n! How have you been?" Denise asks her and letting go of her. Y/n answers her and looks at you. She catches you looking at her kinda jealous. "Someones jealous i see, do you want a hug Jude?" She asks at me with a smile on her face. You nod and stand up. You both hug each other and smile. "Give me your stuff and ill bring them up to my room." You say to her as you take her stuff off of her. "Jeez Y/n, what did you bring? Its so fucking heavy!" You laugh and ask her. She smiles and says "Nothing really. You can look if you want!". You nod and smile at her. You go to your room and start to clean your room a little.

-Y/n her POV-

"Ive missed you so much Y/n. I was so sad that i didnt see you for so long." Jobe tells me and has a big smile in his face. "Awh Jobe, ive missed you too!" You say to him and give him a hug. Jobe was always so nice to you when you were around. Jude could learn a bit from Jobe to be honest. You were also so happy that Jude his family loves you like their own child. The situation with your mother and father wasnt the best right now so it was nice to have some people care about you and love you. Meanwhile everybody was asking you questions and telling you stories you started wondering where Jude was. But you thought he was busy doing something else.

-Jude his POV-

You were finally done with cleaning your room. You thought about what Y/n said a few minutes ago. "You can look if you want!" So you did what she told you. You opened her bag and took her stuff out. Just simple stuff like a sweater, sweatpants, hair ties, socks and more. But then you found something interesting in her bag. You found a red laced thong in her bag. "Did she really pack a laced thong with her because she came to mine? Or did she forget to take them out? I mean she was on a trip a few days ago. But i hope it was the second one." You thought to yourself. You put everything back and but the pack in a corner. You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Making yourself smile and making yourself look awake. You were very excited that Y/n came, but you wanted her to be alone with you. You'll have to wait till tonight.

-Y/n her POV-

You heard muffled shuffling. You turn around and see Jude. You smile at him. "Come and sit with us Jude! We were thinking about what we should eat. What are you craving Romeo?" You ask and smile at him. He had that stupid smile on his face. He does that face anytime i call him Romeo. Jude sat down and said "I mean we could go out and eat? At a restaurant. Y/n, whats your favorite restaurant?" "Paco Tapas! Their food is awesome!" You answer. Mark said "Okay, ill go and reserve a table of 5 then. At 6 or 7 PM?" " 6PM, im already starving." Denise replied and smiling at him.

-Time skip : 4PM-

You are with Jude in his room. "I legit havent brought anything nice to wear to a restaurant. Ugh ill guess ill have to make this work." You complain too him and lay flat on the bed. Jude laughs and says "I can always give you a nice t-shirt or sweater too wear out. I mean it will be a but big on you but atleast you look nice." You come back up and widened your eyes at him and say "Oh so you think i dont look nice right now?'' Jude went red and started stammering on his words. "Its a joke Jude, i know you meant it in a nice way!" You laugh and give him a hug. He hugs you back. It was a long hug. You let go and awkwardly walked to his closet.

-Jude his POV-

"Jude what the fuck man. Why did you make it fucking awkward?" You thought to yourself. You hear Y/n starting to talk again. "Jude are you okay? You look mad? Did i do something wrong? Im sorry." She said sitting next to you. "No no no Y/n! You did nothing wrong. Im just thinking about what i should wear tonight." You said while putting your hand on her knee. You knew it was risky as but looked at her face. Her face is heating up and she had a little smile on her face. She stood up and walked too your closet. She looks at some clothes and threw you a white sweater and some blue jeans. It matched her outfit. Did she want to match or? Whatever.

-Time skip 6PM-

"JUDE! JOBE! Y/N! ARE YOU GUYS READY? ITS TIME TO LEAVE FOR DINNER!" Denise yelled from the end of the staircase. Jobe went down first. Then Jude and Y/n came down together. You looked at Denise her face. She looked at Mark and Jobe with one eyebrow up, then looking back at us. "Aww how cute! My two favorite people matching!" Jude looks at me and smiles. You smile at him and at the people waiting downstairs. Everybody went into the car and went to the restaurant. You were the whole car ride on your phone. But you noticed that Jude kept looking at you. You act as if you didnt know he looked at you. You finally arrived. Jobe and Jude went out of the car. " Let me help you peach." Jude says smiling at you. You went inside and ordered. Everybody was laughing, eating and talking. "This was delicious! You have good taste Y/n!" Jobe says. Mark, Denise and Jude agreed with Jobe. You smiled and thanked them to take you out for dinner.

-At home-

You take off your shoes and see Y/n struggling with her new nails and shoelaces. You help her without asking her. "Thank you Romeo." You looked up and went upstairs. She followed behind you. You went to your bathroom and she went to your room. You changed into some sweatpants. You went to your room and kind of forgot she was in there. You went in and look at Y/n changing. She was standing in sweatpants and her bra. You look down and stuttered on your words. "Im so sorry, i forgot you were in here! Ill go and wait outside." You stuttered out. "No its okay Jude. Come and sit down. We are best friends arent we? I mean for how long now? Ive seen you shirtless so why does it bother you that saw me shirtless?" She says and sits down on the bed. You felt yourself getting hard. *Oh my days no no no. Please go away. Shes my best friend. I cant get turned on because of her. Oh noo!* You thought to yourself. You just layed back and put on a movie. Y/n also put on an old jersey on from you.

Im so sorry that it took so long. I love you guys!! My tiktok is "@virgilcentral" .

[enby-hawke]

How did Lucky, Merrill, Isabella and Fenris get together?

I never thought anyone would ever ask this and I'm sorry it took so long to respond but I'll try to keep it short.

Basically Lucky and Merrill were the first to meet. Merrill fell in love right away and Lucky had a crush too but as soon as he saw that Carver also had a crush he decided to back off and just be friends as a good big brother is supposed to do.

Then like the very next day Lucky meets Isabela. Lucky picks a fight over the other Lucky about who gets to keep the name. And then he blacks out cause he's really drunk at that point and he wakes up handcuffed to Isabela's bed. He is very sad he cannot remember the first night with Isabela but he gets many more. But it's very clear that Isabela is not interested in relationships and every time Lucky does something couply she shuts him down. Hard. So Lucky tries to get the picture.

Enter Fenris. Punches a man's heart out and crushes it. Lucky was already in love but then he spoke and then Lucky knew he was going to marry this man. The thing is Lucky falls in love a lot. His heart's a slut as he says. He had a crush on basically the whole crew at this point, but he told himself he would try to do things right and pursue Fenris only. Though he kept fucking Isabela until Fenris and him got serious. And he kept almost kissing Merrill every time she helped him succeed in a magical experiment.

Then Lucky and Fenris after three years of bickering and awkward moments and drunken kisses and finally sober kisses, they finally decide to be serious and try for real. But Fenris isn't ready and Lucky is moving too fast. And they have sex and break up and Lucky is crushed.

Lucky internalizes it instead of realizing that Fenris wasn't ready to be in a relationship.

In a fit of ill-timed decisions he ends up listening to Isabela's advice and go after Merrill finally but he's not really over Fenris and ends up hurting Merrill because he can't bring himself to say "I love you" back.

This gets Isabela cut out of his life as he promised her he wouldn't make Merrill cry. He goes into a destructive spiral where he tries to shut everyone out cause he's tired of annoying everyone and causing them problems. The only thing that breaks him out of this is saving his Mom's life just barely.

Still Lucky is a mess. Lucky doesn't know what to do with his heart. But at this point he realizes he does love Merrill still and wants to try to make things right with her cause he knows Fenris and him are over.

So he does this big romantic gesture in the middle of the Hanged Man only to find out the Merrill and Isabela are now together lol.

So he ends up leaving with his tail between his legs but Merrill chases after him with Isabela in hand. Merrill says she still loves Lucky but she loves Isabela too, and she is the one who is like "why do I have to choose? I know you both liked each other at one point. Can't we just all be happy together?"

Act 2 events happen. Some other things happen but this is getting long but basically. Isabela runs away for three years. It's just Merrill and Lucky for awhile. But then Isabela comes back and Isabela and Fenris get together. And Lucky is super jealous and trying not to be because he's with Merrill. But Merrill can tell and she's the one that has the big brains like ya'll. C'mon let's just fuck it out already.

Anyway thanks for letting me rant about my OT4

The reason why Anders is not in this mess is because he's in a love triangle with Seb and Bethany and Carver ends up in a throuple with Sigrun and Velanna in the wardens. You know what Nathaniel is in there too. (they all make fun of Oghren)

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 And now the famous Debbie/Brian scene is happening ‘look at my pretty boy! I like him the most *looks at me and whispers* dont tell Blondie. Dont make me angry Debbie, please. *pauses tv* this wont make sense in your brain but it does in mine. Remember that scene in Schitts creek when David runs away and Moira is all “what you did is dramatic and impulsive but it was also wrong” this is the same exact scene! (He is talking about Debbie saying that what they did was wrong but shes never been more proud) *taps his head* it all makes sense in here. If only you could see inside. WHY CANT I SEE DEBBIE WITH BRIAN LIKE THIS MORE OFTEN?! Ohhhhh i like how he said senorita….i might come out of this show with more than just a crush on Brian. Hey debbie, here’s an idea, if he scared you, why dont you fucking talk to him? So she understands why he wants power and money and she doesn’t bother to talk to him? THATS RIGHT! YOU HAVE A GOOD HEART BRI BRI, THE BIGGEST ONE even if you and her sometimes pretend its not true. *does a weird bow towards the tv* Bitch. Hey Redhead, what did Britney Spears do to you? What do I have to do for them to be like this more often? And by them i mean debbie?’ ‘There is not a world in this universe where i can picture Justin or Brian having kids except Gus. But justin making fun of him about disneyworld is funny’ Brian opens the backroom *hands up screaming* ‘FUCK YEAH! THAT WAS SO UNNECESSARILY HOT! AND DRAMATIC AS SHIT. Now you see, Justin at the beginning of the season would be all “how dare he hurt a door like this” and LOOK AT HIM NOW! I know i said it before but ill say it again: I MISSED MY BLONDIE!’ Afterwards all he did was sent a voice memo to our mom and said ‘ignore previous message. My pretty boy is back from being a politicians bitch’

Brian is so pretty in that scene with Debbie. He really is.

Remember that scene in Schitts creek when David runs away and Moira is all “what you did is dramatic and impulsive but it was also wrong” this is the same exact scene! (He is talking about Debbie saying that what they did was wrong but shes never been more proud) *taps his head* it all makes sense in here. If only you could see inside <- Brother Anon, this makes perfect sense to me. It is that scene! Also, QAF, Schitt’s Creek, and Staged? I think your brother is my double.

And yes, Debbie has her moments. She does.

“ignore previous message. My pretty boy is back from being a politicians bitch” BLESS.

[wozwaid]

would you do hcs for the soul eater boys realizing their crush on you and telling you?? tysm! :]

YES SOUL EATER REQUESTSSSS

if you dont know, I'm the biggest simp for soul evans so just putting that out there

also all my soul eater fics are crack + fluff fics because these children are fucking crazy

TW: swearing. a lot of swearing. i swear a lot. I'm really sorry its a bad habit I'm working on it ANYWAYS-

LETS GET IT

Soul

- say it with me, everyone.

- not. fucking. cool.

- cool guys don't settle down... right?

- but you obviously would wanna date a cool guy like him... right?

- he’s SO INSECURE

- like should he tell you?

- so he goes to Black Star. 

- you read that correctly ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary pals. Soul Eater Evans asked Black Star for relationship advice.

- he's desperate don’t judge him (plz do tho Maka and Tsubaki haven't stopped laughing)

- so he shows up in a leather jumpsuit (roll with it) and proclaims his love for you at the top of DWMA academy

- nobody could hear him. they all just saw what appeared to be a screaming monkey

- look he's cool and all but he’s also a total idiot.

- he assumes you not responding means it’s a no and he gets DEPRESSED

- but then Maka was like “dipshit they couldn’t hear you”

- SO BACK TO SQUARE ONE!

- he shows up at your door with flowers and a card. he knocks on your door, but when he hears you approaching he drops everything and SPRINTS AWAY.

- so you have these flowers and a card with your name on it on your front porch. inside is a letter saying “hey y/n, you’re really cool an if you wanna hang out some time, meet me at the basketball court tomorrow at 11am.”

awe he did it... kinda.

Black Star

I'm gonna claw his eyes out I swear to god HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT-

*ahem* anyways.

- Black Star... hmm... how do I say this. he has his head up his ass.

- wouldn’t know what romantic feelings were even if they smacked him in the head, but they couldn’t smack him in the head, because his head is stuck up his ass.

- Tsubaki is like “why do you keep challenging y/n? they clearly don’t wanna spar with you right now.”

- and BS is just like “no they do.” and that's the end of the conversation.

- Tsubaki realizes that he has a crush on you, but he’s just too dumb to notice, so she literally tells you for him.

- she’s like “yo, y/n. Black Star is kinda in love with you but he’s too stupid to realize it.”

- and you’re like “sweet ok ill go ask him out.”

- SOOO  you go to Black Star after class and ask him to dinner.

- bad move. you can kiss your savings goodbye, but you might get to kiss Black Star???

- anyways, he’s like “OF COURSE YOU WOULD WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH THE STRONG AND INCREDIBLE BLACK STAR! ILL PICK YOU UP!”

- and you’re like “wait you don’t know where I live-” “YES I DOOOOO SEE YOU AT 8″

- not creepy at all Black Star. not creepy at all.

- he’s freaking the fuck out

- so he shows up at your apartment looking like he just survived Hurricane Maria and then went swimming with sharks but didn’t bring any equipment. remember how he dressed for the episode where they celebrate the founding of DWMA? he looks like that, but somehow worse.

- you take him inside, throw him in your room with a towel and tell him to shower since there’s gel EVERYWHERE

- you guys just end up staying inside, playing videogames!

Death the MAN

- sooooo DTK. my favorite character

- i’m not totally sure how he’d handle it

- I dont think he would handle it tbh

- he’s a genius, but he's FUCKING STUPID

- he decides to shove his feelings into the back of his mind because, as he said, “that’s a problem for future Death the Kid, not me.” Same honey, same.

- but then he sees you getting hit on and PULLS OUT HIS PISTOLS AND FUCKING MURDERS-

- nah he just grabs you and walks away

- ur like “uh hello what’s up?”

- he realizes that he messed up your shirt while dragging you outside.

- a-symmetrical. bad. not good. Death the Kid.exe has stopped working

- and ur like “OH SHIT IS HE DEAD”

- so you take him to the nurse because why not.

- and so there you are, sitting in the nurses office, watching your crush practically bleed out. fun!

- and he says your name in his sleep and you automatically crash

- when he wakes up, he sees that you’re asleep in a chair next to him, so being the LOVELY HUMAN BEING (shinigami? both? who’s DTK’s mom? help?) that he is, he picks you up and lays you down next to him, falling asleep holding onto you

- liz and patty are taking pictures. he’ll never hear the end of it from those two.

Stein

damn what those hands do?

- so we figured out a valuable piece of information

- dr. stein has a heart and it works

-  wanna know how? 

- you were kicking his ass and he got really flustered bc you were sweating and he had DIRTY THOUGHTS-

- so boom. human emotions. stein has those. problem solved. ladies and gentlemen (and non-binary pals), we got him.

- stein doesn’t understand what to do with his feelings for you

- does he... does he remove his heart? will that make it better?

- no oh my god someone please stop him he's actually gonna do it-

- he ends up just telling you face to face with the most expressionless expression you’ve ever seen

- and you’re like “hey um r u ok?”

- AND THEN YOU SEE A TINY BLUSH AND AIWEOJFDAPWOIERFDS AWWWWWW

- marry him. m a r r y  h i m. when stein falls for someone, he falls HARD.

- you’re in it for the long run with him. hope you’re ready to never sleep cuz he’ll perform experiments on you!

Spirit (Death Scythe)

- HOW DO YOU KNOW

- HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW IF HE ACTUALLY LIKES YOU

- I CAN NOT READ THIS MAN

- he does have very pretty eyes tho

- BUT LIKE ARE WE A THING? IS IT A ONE NIGHT STAND? DO YOU LIKE ME? DO YOU NOT? STOP SPIRIT YOU’RE SCARING THE BABY (that's me. I'm the baby)

- i deadass have no clue what to say. my -3 IQ can’t handle this. good luck homie, this one’s a doosey.

OK IDK WHETHER TO WRITE FOR JUSTIN OR NOT I CANT FIND ANY GIFS AND THAT’S MAKING ME WEIRDLY NERVOUS OK BYE LOVE YOU GUYS

[afriendlyblackhottie]

The Way That You Love Me

Summary: Chris has been feeling guilty, but you always seemed to pull him through.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Warnings: anxiety, fluff, swearing, smut, daddy kink, missionary, oral (female receiving)

(A/N: This is from Chris’ point of view. And, yes, I was thinking of the Ariana Grande song okay whatever leave me alone. Remember that his nickname for Little Chris is CJ. Reblog please ☺️)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @blackmissfrizzle @olyvoyl @night-of-the-living-shred @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @stargazingfangirl18 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @olyvoyl @hqneyyincc @queenoftheworldisdead @iam-laiya @emjayewrites @slytherinandoutasgard @zaddychris

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While Chris was away he’d thought about a lot of things. Like how he couldn’t wait to hug CJ. Or his mom. Or to tell you that he loved you while you were curled into his chest. Even though it was only a year and just felt like forever, he was mad at himself for fucking up when he had so much on the line this time.

Like, what if CJ forgot him. Or resented him like he did his own dad. Thinking about it had made him feel ill. He’d always promised himself that he’d do better and only a year into his sons life he failed.

Or what if you hadn’t been so you. So understanding and patient with him. What if you weren’t so full of love even though he didn’t deserve it. What if you moved on. Those thoughts kept him awake at night just like those thoughts of coming home to you kept him going.

It was silly, but when it came to you one of the biggest things he’d thought about was how you kissed his cheek. The way your lips pressed to him softly. So sweetly. Every single one filled with love.

He was also a man. He had needs. He missed feeling you ride him. Missed the way you rode his dick with wild abandon. How sweet you looked taking his dick and moaning for him. Calling him Daddy. Begging for him to fuck you harder. He missed seeing your tits bounce every time he thrusted up into you.

One of the things he thought of constantly was this one particular night. He’d dropped CJ off at his mom’s house because she’d pretty much demanded the two of you go on a date. It was probably the first time he’d seen you all dressed up since CJ had been born. Fuck you looked gorgeous.

Your hair was perfect. He’d pretty much demanded that you go get a mani/pedi and your eyebrows done because you’d been complaining about how you hadn’t been feeling nice. He wanted you to feel good for your first date in six months. You were so nervous about the baby. Of course you trusted his mom, but you were nervous about not having him close.

Then when he came home you were so beautiful that he had to dote on you a little bit. You’d gotten so thick since having CJ, it drove him crazy even if you didn’t see how beautiful you looked. That night when he’d taken off that dress to expose the lingerie you’d bought just for him he honestly thought he may have been in heaven.

Even now as you settled in beside him on the couch, ready to start binge watching that show you’d gotten him into he thought about those moments. Thought about you. About how he never wanted to lose you.

He’s been seeing this therapist every other Tuesday after work. Sometimes he worried so much that one day you’d get sick of shit and pack your things. Like maybe one day he’d push his luck. That you’d leave and take CJ with you. That you’d leave him all alone.

He knew he shouldn’t worry. He’d been trying so hard. He needed to make you happy. You seemed happy. Always smiling. If there was something wrong, you’d tell him. Yet there was always this nagging thought in the back of his head that he’d never be good enough for you. He knew that’s what everyone else thought. What if you started thinking it, too.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, brushing your lips against his cheek as he set down the bowl of popcorn in your lap before getting close so you could lay on him.

“I love you, more,” he said, because it was a Friday night, he didn’t have to wake up early the next morning for work, he’d just finished reading his son a bedtime story until he fell asleep, and now he was holding you in his arms with you all cute in one of his t-shirts with your shorts peeking out at the bottom.

He’d laid down you still wrapped in his arms. You kissed the underside of his jaw, moving your lips in a way that was making him groan. You smiled against him at his sharp intake of air.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned you, pawing at your ass.

You kissed him first, straddling his lap now. He moved the popcorn bowl to the coffee table. The show you were supposed to be watching now forgotten because you needed him. Your lips erased all those bad thoughts that clouded his brain.

“Take me to bed, Daddy,” you purred and who was he to deny you when he owed you for lost time. He’d never make it up to you, but he’d never stop trying.

He’d carried you to your bed, laying you down. He hurried up to pull off your shorts because he couldn’t wait to taste you. The way you moaned for him was like music to his ears. He needed to please you, to worship you. Like every time would be the last time.

That time he was gone he’d craved your taste. Needed to feel you on his tongue again. Missed tasting your juices. Fuck your pussy was juicy. 

“Oh, Daddy,” you breathed, trying to keep your voice low.

His beard scratched against your thighs and you ran your hands through his hair. Every time he’d told you he was going to get a haircut, you’d get all pouty and tell him no. Said he looked handsome like this. Which he did, but really though you just liked tugging on it when he ate your pussy.

“I’m gonna... Daddy, you’re gonna make me... fuck!” As you came he kissed up your body until he could angle himself at your entrance.

He eased into you, savoring that first feel of your wetness surrounding the head of his dick and the way you stretched around him to accommodate his thickness. God you felt like heaven. He rocked his hips wanting to fuck you slow. As bad as he wanted to slam into you, he wanted to take his time.

“God, yes,” you whimpered. He leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, moving his hips in a slow strong rhythm. Wanted to make it last.

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned before lacing his hands with yours to put them above your head, burying his head in your neck.

Your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. He started kissing your neck dropping one of your hands so he could grab your hair pulling you closer so you had no choice, but to let him overstimulate you. Your head tilted back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Pussy walls getting so damn tight around him he thought you were going to squeeze him out.

He moaned, “That’s it, Baby. Cum for Daddy.” He was trying so hard to hold on. Your pussy felt too good, though. He knew he wasn’t going to last for much longer. Just one more. He wanted to give you one more before cumming deep inside you. “Say my name.”

“Chris, fuck me,” you moaned.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Oh fuck, Y/N.”

Your free hand clawed at his back. He was so glad he made you take sometime for yourself today because you’d gotten your nails done and he loved the feeling on his skin. “Chris,” you mewled this time.

He picked up the pace again. Needing to fucking make you cum again right now because he was so close. You cried out and he had to kiss you to keep you quiet. You shuddered as it hit you again. Juices seeping down his length. He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it. You sobbed because you were so sensitive.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, breathing all heavy as he finally did it. Touching his forward to yours as his cum shot deep inside of you. “Fuck,” he breathed, “fuck, I love you.”

You tried to say it back, but he’d left you unable to find words as you came down from your high. You shut your eyes putting your head against his shoulder.

He slumped down on top of you needing to be close. Both of you breathing heavy. He chuckled as he kissed your cheek, wrapping his arms around you

“Are you gonna stay like this all night?” You laughed even though it almost hurt to laugh.

“I might.” He sighed contently.

You kissed his forehead, nuzzling into his hair with your nose then doing it again. Fuck his heart felt so full from your softness.

He yawned. He knows he should probably move because he didn’t want to crush you, but he was comfortable.

“Is everything okay? You know you can tell me anything.” You rubbed his back making sure to soothe where you’d scratched him.

“I’m perfect. I just... it feels nice,” he said. “I’m not hurting you am I?”

You kissed his forehead again. “No.”

He smiled while you ran your fingers through his hair. As he started to doze off all he could think about how lucky he was to have you. That he needed to hurry up to make you his wife.

[sckyie]

song: driver’s license by olivia rodrigo

word count: 2.5k

genre + warnings: angst; swearing, fear of driving, reminiscing in old memories

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: this was orignially supposed to just be an imagine inspired by the song, not apart of the song series but it fits too well to not change oikawa’s song. i also wrote this for @kybabi​​ bc i love her :D n e wayz enjoy :) (part 2)

"So here you're going to turn and he'll make you do a parallel park in the street. You remember how to do that right?" Oikawa asked as he guided you to the next turn. As you turn the steering wheel, you spot a crowded curbside.

"No, can you please please park for me? I hate parallel parking," You pleaded.

"Only because you asked so nicely," He teased.

Ever since you told your best friend that you wanted to learn how to drive, Oikawa never let it go whenever you wanted to hang out. Having you drive him around for practice and giving you tips as you went. He's helped you a ton while you drove around, the only issues you had were parallel parking and merging onto the highway.

"Maybe we should try the highway again," Oikawa said after you two switched seats.

"Are you asking for a death wish?" You joked. "I drive too slow and I'm scare to merge into lanes."

"We can practice on smaller freeways if you want," He asks.

"No," You growled.

It was always a terrifying thing to drive on the highway. You always saw those horrid accidents and feared being in one. Oikawa would always put his hand on your thigh as you merged to calm you down. Just having him be there was enough to get you to get onto the highway. All your fears just faded with him beside you.

Just having this intimate driving lesson with him was enough for you. You grew to fall in love in your best friend. A cliché thing, yet you couldn't say anything. Only you and your girl friends knew about your big crush. It was a funny thing, falling for your childhood best friend. Iwaizumi always joked about you doing so but you never admitted to liking Oikawa. What would that do to your friendship?

Today was the day, it was your test day. The scariest thing you anticipated was finally here. The thing you practiced days on end with Oikawa. The thing that could either make or break you. Today, you'd either come out with your license or you'll be walking home.

The nerves crept up your body like spiders leaving a trail of anxiety webs. You bounced you leg as you waited in the lobby looking out for your driving instructor. As your sweaty palms go to check the time, you notice a text message from Oikawa.

butthead: hey! good luck on your test today!

That's what cooled you down. A simple saying of good fortune will help, right? Sure enough, the test was a breeze, minus the parallel parking as it was the one mistake you got. You happily drove home to tell the news to your parents.

"Have you told Tooru yet?" Your mom asked.

"I'll wait until my actual driver license to prove to him I got it," You smiled.

"You like him don't you?" Your mom gestured to the joy on your face. "I can tell."

"No," You looked away from your mom as she raised her eyebrow. "Okay, maybe but you can't say anything. I'm going to my room now." She chuckled as you dragged you feet to your room.

Two weeks passes and you finally received your license in the mail. You smiled happily down at your new card as you walked outside the school building. You looked up to search for your best friend. Your eyes scanned the courtyard before landing on Iwaizumi. Assuming Oikawa was nearby, you headed towards him.

"Hey Iwa, where's Oiks?" You asked. Iwaizumi raised up his hand and pointed across to the gate. You looked over to find Oikawa talking to Kasumi, a classmate of yours.

"He's asking her to go on a date with him again," Iwaizumi says.

Again? He's done it before?

"Are they dating?" You ask.

"Not yet, Oikawa wants to ask her to be his girlfriend on the date," Iwa explains. "What's that?" He points to your hands as you fiddled with the corner of your driver's license.

"Oh," You said solemnly. "I got my license."

You waved goodbye to your childhood friend before going into he parking lot. Without thinking, you started the car and just began to drive. Out of the school and onto who knows where. Your mind grew blank as you drove.

How could he not mention Kasumi to you? He used to tell you everything but lately he'd been so distant. Maybe that's why he hasn't texted you all week, you thought. Who could blame him for liking Kasumi? She's so pretty and not to mention how smart she is. She's the class representative and she's one of the nicest girls around.

You fell for the one man you shouldn't have. It was too late to even confess how you felt. He was already falling for another while you were left behind. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as you drove by familiar buildings.

The laundromat where you and Oikawa would go to help with the laundry. You both would end up messing around and your parents would have to kick you two out. You and Oikawa would go across the street to the convenience store to buy steamed buns.

He doesn't like you.

The library where you would wait for Oikawa to finish practice so you two could study together. He'd bring you a bottle of tea and some sort of snack to keep you from burning out. Those study dates where you'd stay until the library was closed.

Give up, stop thinking of him.

The ramen restaurant where Oikawa would take you if he won a game. It was a great celebration and you two had made so many memories there. You two had gone there so often, he convinced the owner that you were his girlfriend.

Let him go.

All the feelings you had for him began to ache in your heart as you reminisced in the memories. You gripped tighter on the wheel as you saw an highway exit. "Fuck," You whispered as you merged into the fast lane. Suddenly all those fears you had of driving, just disappeared. You felt this peace as your eyes locked on the long highway. It was like, nothing hurt anymore. Your tensed shoulders relaxed, yet you felt tears roll down your cheeks. You took deep breaths as you drove attempting to stop your tears.

Soon enough, driving on the highway had shifted from a phobia to an escape. Everyday after school, rather than meeting up with Oikawa and Iwaizumi before practice, you'd drive on the highway and on backroads. It was the only thing that kept you sane when you see Kasumi with Oikawa together.

You became accustomed to the fast pace of the highways. Occasionally you'd speed if you felt some type of pain grow in your chest. You'd blast music to drown out any thoughts or feelings you had. You knew Oikawa could never be yours, so why bother crying over him, right? The thought of being around him began to make you uncomfortable. If you kept your distance, you wouldn't get hurt. You wouldn't be considered a distraction.

butthead: hey?

you: what's up?

butthead: it's been a while since i've seen you :( i miss my best friend

you: are you sure you mean to text me or iwa?

butthead: you, y/n i miss hanging with you

butthead: you didn't come to the restaurant after our game

you: i was busy, sorry

butthead: :(

you: i gotta go, ill talk to you later

Oikawa sighed at his phone and looked across the table to Iwaizumi. "Have you talked to Y/n lately?" He asked.

"Yeah, she borrowed gas money from me," Iwa says before slurping his noodles.

"Gas money? She got her license?" Oikawa tilts his head. "How long has it been?"

"A month? You got caught up with Kasumi," Iwaizumi says.

"Hmph," Oikawa huffed as he sipped his drink. He'd been spending so much time with Kasumi that he forgot about you. Or was it, you started to forget about him? He glances at the window behind Iwa and noticed a familiar car parking.

You parked your car across the street of the restaurant next to a convenience store. You quickly got out and went into the store looking for something to drink. As you began to scan the fridge, you heard the door open. "Y/n?" You turned to find Oikawa.

"What are you doing here?" You turned back to grab a soda.

"Iwa came to eat with me since you didn't make it," Oikawa says. "He's still there, did you want to join us?"

"No thanks, I'm kinda busy at the moment," You say dully. Oikawa goes to speak but you had already walked to go pay for your drink. "Later Oikawa."

"Oikawa?" He watched as you left the store and into your car. He follows suit and watched you speed off. Oikawa quickly makes his way back to the restaurant and seats himself disgruntled. "Y/n called me Oikawa..."

"That's your name isn't it?" Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow.

"She always calls me Oiks or Ru, never Oikawa," He says. "Did I do something wrong?"

Iwaizumi shrugged even though he knew the answer well enough. After Oikawa had asked Kasumi to be his girlfriend, your demeanor had changed. Iwa was the first to notice too. Typically, after school you'd see the duo before practice started, yet since you learnt Oikawa had eyes for another, you stopped.

One day, Iwaizumi decided to follow after you when school was over. He trailed behind as you walked to your car door. You pulled open the door handle only for Iwa to shut the door immediately after. You turned to find Iwaizumi with scrunched eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?" He asked. "Why haven't you came by before practice?"

"No reason, I'm just busy," You lied.

"Liar, what's wrong?" He asks yet you remained silent. "I won't tell Shittykawa just tell me why you're being so distant...and also why your eyes are always puffy."

You paused before answering, "I'm just...upset with Oikawa...and Kasumi.."

"Do you..?" Iwaizumi implied. You nod and looked at the ground. "What have you been doing since you found out about them?"

"Driving," You sighed. "Just driving...It's keep me off my mind all week. I bear the fact that he looks so happy with her and not...me. God I'm so stupid."

"Don't say that-" Iwa started but you immediately lashed out.

"It's true! I was too late to confess! And I fell for the one boy I can't have!" You felt tears well up in your eyes. "I can't even drive by certain places without getting upset. I take backroads and I avoid them completely. I hate driving by his house but it's the only way to my own. He just treats me like another fucking fan girl! I'm just so stupid for falling for my best friend." Since that day, Iwaizumi kept to his promise. Not word about your feelings were said to Oikawa.

butthead: hey are you busy right now ?

you: no, what's up?

butthead: can you help me with something?

you: depends

butthead: meet me at the library so i can tell you more :)

You locked you phone and tossed it into your passenger's seat. You looked up to see the light change to green, allowing you to speed into the highway. Your hands rested at the bottom of the wheel as you drove. The slow, lo-fi music surrounded your car as you drove which let you get out of your trapped mind.

It was a crazy thought to think that you and Oikawa were so excited to drive together. Yet now all you want to do is drive alone. You turned up the volume of your music as you merged into your neighborhood. You leaned further back into your seat as you were driving around the suburbs. You glance at the white cars lining one street leading to the library. You scoffed at the sight as a repressed memory resurfaced.

"Why do you like white cars so much?" You chuckled.

"Because they look clean and nice? Sorry I don't like your basic silver car," Oikawa raised his hand to block your face.

"I'm basic? Says the one who wants an automatic," You pretend to throw up to mock him.

"For someone who can't drive yet, you talk big," Oikawa pats your head only to be smacked a few seconds late. Oikawa drapes his arm over you as you walked down the street to the library The entire walk was filled with mocking and talking about the future. "Let me teach you how to drive, that way we could go out together more."

You finally arrived at the library, spotting Oikawa before parking the car. He watches as you easily parallel park and is stunned by how casual you are as you drove. You set out and approach him. Oikawa holds out a snack to you but you politely refuse.

"Let's go inside?" He asks. You shrugged and followed him in. Rather than sitting beside him like usual, you sat across from him. You still had those feelings for him but you couldn't stand sitting next to him. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you anticipated his next words. "I was wondering if you could help me with Kasumi?"

Ouch.

"With what?" You ask.

"I want to give her a gift, right?" He starts. "A gift that goes along with me telling her I love her."

He loves her?

Your heart aches but you decide to move past that. "Isn't it a bit early to say I love you?"

"Well, we were long time friends before we started dating and I feel like it's the right time to, y'know?" Oikawa leans forward on the table. "Can you help me find a gift?"

This feels familiar. Helping him find a gift for a girl that isn't you. It seems like anytime he does have a crush he'd come to you for advice. This is the first time that you didn't want to give into his favors.

"No," You sighed.

"No? Wait why not?" He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Because," Say it. "Because I-"

"Because?" Oikawa tilts his head at your response.

"Because I can't keep doing things like this for you," You stood up and began heading for the entrance. Oikawa followed afterwards as he could see the pain in your voice.

"Y/n, talk to me, we haven't talked in forever. Tell me what's wrong," He says as you exit the library. You ignore his voice and reached for your car door. He grabs your arm but you shove him off.

"Would you just- leave me alone?" You snapped. "I don't want to help you, okay?"

"What did I do?" Oikawa was beyond confused at your response.

"I- You- Ugh! Just go away, I don't want to see you!" Your voice cracked as the suppressed feelings began to rise again.

"Why not!" Oikawa grabbed your arm again, this time you weren't able to break free.

"Because I fucking loved you idiot!" You yelled. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you stopped struggling in his hold. Oikawa paused and stared at you in wonder.

"You...loved me?" He asked.

"I still fucking love you! God, I hate you- I just- Let go!" You pulled off him. "I'm leaving. If you try to stop me, I'm never speaking to you again." You wiped your tears as you entered your car. Driving off into the neighborhood, crying at the red lights knowing you could've ruined your whole friendship.

Oikawa watched as you sped off. Those words lingered in his ear as he stared down at his hand where you let go. His mind was lost in thought, how could his best friend love him? Was he that blind that he couldn't see your admiration? "She...loves me?" He thought.

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[tangledstarlight]

with you i’d dance in a storm in my best dress

this is a super month delayed prompt from @ourstarscollided (”holding hands while running through the rain” for our favourite soulmates, Julie and Luke!”) i will accept the super late fees, this is way over the 3-5 businesses days I promised ghfj anyway! mhwa enjoy 💜

julie and luke go on a first date, it really is as simple as that.

(also on ao3, here)

The day that Luke had asked her out, Julie spilt half her coffee on his shoes and the other half on her maths homework. In her head the conversation had gone a little like this:

“Hey Julie do you uh, wanna go see the new How to Train Your Dragon with me tomorrow?”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds cool. Reggie loves those films.”

“Oh I uh, mean just–– just me. You and me. Us. Just. The two of us.”

“Like –– a date?”

“Yeah?”

And then she’d knocked her cup over. Coffee spreading across the library table and onto Luke’s shoes and seeping into the carpet. Their school librarian had come storming over at Julie’s loud exclamation and ushered them both out of the building with a glare.

In reality there had been a lot of awkward pausing and wide eyed staring and Luke rubbing at the back of his neck as he waited for her to answer and then mumbled apologies and burning cheeks.

So, it was worse. For her at least.

But she prefers the version in her head with the lack of stuttering and blushing, so that’s what she tells Flynn an hour later as she lies on her bed, phone pressed to her ear as she stares at her fairy lights.

“So? What did you say?” Flynn’s voice filters through the phone and Julie can practically hear the giddy edge to it.

“I uh—” she pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as her mind flashes back to them standing in the parking lot of the school, Julie trying to shove coffee stained sheets of paper into her bag and Luke cringing at the squelching sound his shoes made with every step.

He had opened his mouth to say something — Julie doesn’t know what, because her heart and brain had finally caught up by then and where on the same page as she blurted out a, “Yes! To the uh, the movie. And the— the date. If—if that’s still—”

“No! I mean, yes, I mean yeah I—” he stuttered, sucking in a breath before smiling at her, shy and sweet. “Yes I still want to. Have to do worse than spill coffee on my shoes to scare me off, Molina.” And he’d bitten his bottom lip slightly as he’d laughed, and Julie had blushed a little more at the earnest tone in his voice.

“I said yes,” she whispers into the phone, because a part of her is still sitting in the library thinking she’s completely misheard him and doesn’t want to pop this little bubble quite yet.

“Jules!” Flynn squeals and Julie has to pull her phone away from her ear a little to avoid permanent damage, “You’re going on a date with Luke! This is big. This is huge. Okay, what time are you meeting him? We have to find you the perfect outfit and I need a time scale here.”

She lets the bubble pop, lets Flynn’s excitement stoke her own until she’s off her bed and rooting through her wardrobe and making plans for what time Flynn should come over tomorrow to help her get ready. By the time they say goodbye and hang up, Julie is smiling and barely containing her excitement.

Because see, she’s kind of had a huge massive crush on Luke since they were kids. It had come and gone over the years — seeing him shove two whole slices of pizza in his mouth at the age of eleven had done a lot to kill the crush for a while. But then it was freshman year and he’d run into music class late with the biggest smile on his face as he declared he’d finally perfected part of his guitar solo for their assignment. Don’t ask Julie why that had been the moment the crush came back in full force, because she doesn’t know.

They’d always sort of been friends, the way you’re sort of friends with everyone you’ve known since kindergarten, where you’ve been to all their birthday parties and know all the cheesy roles they’ve played in school plays. Julie doesn’t know when they went from being casual friends who said hi in the hallway to being friends and talking everyday.

(That’s not strictly true, Julie knows it happened sometime between her mom dying and music sounding like roaring in her ears and almost being kicked from the music program and the boys joining her on stage without hesitation to help her keep her place. If she really had to pinpoint it, it would be the day he found her crying at a piano in an unused music room and had closed the blinds, locked the door and just sat with her.)

She knows that there’s been— moments over the last few months. Moments where she catches him looking at her, moments where she swears he blushes when she looks at him, moments where their hugs have lasted just a few seconds too long. But Julie hadn’t ever really thought they meant anything. At least not to him. (To her they meant a lot.)

Because he was Luke, with his charming smile and sleeveless shirts and rockstar image, and she was just Julie and they were just friends and why would he ever look at her as anything else?

All she knows is that now they were juniors and in a band and best friends and he’d asked her out on a date.

Julie collapses onto her bed, head hitting her pillows and hair flying into her face as the thought hits her fully, “Holy shit,” she whispers, clutching a pillow to her chest and finally, finally lets a giddy smile take over her face.

She’s going on a date with Luke Patterson and it’s utterly terrifying. He’s one of her best friends, what happens if it goes terribly? Do they have to stop being friends? Do they enter an awkward few months where they don’t know how to act around each other? Oh god maybe this was a terrible idea. Maybe she should text him and fake an illness. Maybe chicken pox, the chances of him remembering her having them when she was nine have got to be pretty low.

But, he’d asked her out with that silly little nervous habit of rubbing at the back of his neck and there’s been all the little moments over the last fews months and — it’s Luke. Julie blows out a breath and raises her pillow a little higher to tuck under her chin.

She’s going to go on a date with Luke and it’s terrifying, but it’s the kind of terrifying she feels whenever she gets up on a stage by herself to perform a new song. It’s the kind of terrifying that fills her with excitement too. She decides to focus on the excitement. 

//

Julie manages to push aside all her worries and fears and nerves all day and most of the afternoon when Flynn shows up, lunch in one hand and make up bag in the other. She even manages to forget about it when she’s holding her hair up and letting it drop back down her back, eyebrows raised at Flynn as they try to decide what to do with it. She manages to forget all about her fears as they deliberate between a dress or jeans and argue over what’s considered more casual.

And then Flynn leaves with an air kiss and a thumbs up and Julie is left at the top of the stairs tucking her hair behind her ears and pulling it back as she tilts her head at herself in the mirror. Objectively Julie knows she’s okay looking, knows that her family has always told her she’s beautiful and that Flynn hadn’t even hesitated to say she looked gorgeous before leaving.

But well, they had to say stuff like that. They were her family. Luke was...Julie didn’t know what Luke was right now, but she knew he was important — now and forever — and maybe it made her shallow but she wanted him to think she looked pretty.

Her nerves don't set back in until there’s a knock at her door and Carlos is running for it before she can stop him.

“Luke,” is all she can hear from the top of the stairs, and though Carlos is blocking most of her view she can just make out the cuffs of jeans and a pair of vans. She wonders if they’re still squeaking when he walks.

“Hey Carlos can I—” the sound of Luke’s voice sends a flurry of butterflies into her stomach and she sucks in a breath to try and settle her nerves. Why is she even nervous? It’s Luke! They’ve hung out hundreds of times before, they’re friends, they’re going on a date. Oh god. Okay.

Julie brushes her hands down the skirt of her dress and blows out a breath as she looks at herself in the mirror one last time. They’re just going for food and to see a movie. Something they’ve done hundreds of times before. It’s casual. It’s why she’d opted to wear her favourite sneakers instead of the heels Flynn has dug out of her closet. It’s a date, but it’s a casual date. As long as she keeps telling herself that she’ll be fine.

“Get it together,” she whispers to herself, tucking a curl behind her ear and nodding once. She can do this.

It’s just Luke.

She stops halfway down the stairs at the sight of her dad and brother talking to Luke in the doorway. Luke, who’s wearing a dark blue button down and jeans without rips and–– oh god he’s bought her flowers. Either she makes a noise or he’d been glancing up at the stairs because he’s looking at her, eyes a little wide with a soft smile that makes heat rush to her cheeks. Ducking her head, Julie descends the last few steps until she’s stood in front of him, her dad and brother stepping back to watch them. Fuck.

“You look—”

“—are those—”

They both start at the same time and Julie giggles while Luke rubs at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“You look really nice and um—” he hesitates, eyes briefly glancing over her shoulder where she can only assume her family are watching this awkwardness unfold. “These are for you.”

He holds the flowers out towards her, a collection of pale purples and bright yellows, and if she had time right now she’d try to name each of them. But she can feel her dad and brother still watching them and there’s a red flush starting to show up on Luke’s cheekbones.

They really need to get out of her house before one of them turns totally red.

“Thank you they’re… they’re really pretty,” she turns around, handing the flowers to her dad and quickly turning back, picking her purse and phone up from the table by the door, “Can you put them in water for me please? Okay, bye!”

They make it through the door and almost to the porch steps before her dad is at the door calling out to them, “No later than 10:30!”

“I know dad!”

An awkward silence falls over them as they walk to his car and Julie tries desperately to come up with something to say, finally blurting out, “You’re wearing sleeves.”

Her hands wave at his shoulders and biceps covered in fabric. Julie’s not sure when the last time was that she’d seen his arms so covered. Maybe the winter showcase last year when Reggie had said they needed to dress up and forced him into a suit jacket. But that hadn’t been voluntary.

“My mom said I couldn’t go on a date with my shoulders showing. Apparently it would be rude?” He phrases it like a question, an eyebrow raised as he looks at her, as if she’d have an opinion on his bare shoulders being rude or not. She didn’t know date etiquette. Was it rude?

“I wouldn’t have been personally offended by them,” she shrugs, shooting him a small smile and feeling grateful when he laughs.

This is fine, they’re going to be fine. They just have to get over this awkward start and weirdly charged silences. Maybe it was a good job they were seeing a movie first, no chance for awkward conversation as they tried to find their footing. Julie blows out a breath and smiles up at him.

“So, how annoyed is Reggie that we’re seeing this without him?”

And it's like every other time they've hung out, only her fingers keep brushing against his and he keeps looking at her shyly from the corner of his eye while he drives. Its the same but it's different but Julie thinks it's maybe a good kind of different.

//

By the time they leave the movie theatre, hands brushing as they walk side by side, Julie’s feeling a little more settled in their date. Or a little more settled in herself at least.

Settled in the shy glances and shared popcorn and the way Luke had left his hand palm up on the arm rest between them and she’d felt brave enough during the second half of the film to lay hers on top.

She was feeling that much more confident about their date that, as they walked towards the entrance talking about the film, she was seconds away from closing the gap between their brushing hands and linking their fingers together. Which is of course when they both notice it’s raining.

In LA. Which, well Julie doesn’t know if she believes in signs or omens, but she’s pretty sure this classes as one. And she's not sure if it's a good or bad one.

“Fuck,” Luke mutters as he looks outside at the falling rain before looking down at her, a small furrow between his brows. The two of them both clearly remembering how he’d parked six blocks away because it was cheaper. And how neither of them have a coat or a jacket or even a bag worth holding over her hair.

“Guess we’re going to have to run,” she shrugs, shooting him a quick smile before making sure her phone is stashed safely in her purse.

“Or we could wait it out?”

“What? Scared of a little rain?” she teases, eyebrow quirked as she looks up at him.

“No,” he huffs out a laugh, one hand coming up to tug playfully at one of her curls letting it stretch out before springing back, his hand left hovering next to her shoulder, “But your hair?”

Her eyes soften a little as she shrugs one shoulder — and maybe it’s the one under his hand, and maybe she only does it so his palm and fingers will brush against the exposed skin of where her neck meets shoulder and maybe she stands a little awkwardly to prolong that concat. It’s all maybes. There’s no proof that’s why she does it — and smiles, “I was going to wash it tomorrow anyway. Come on Patterson, I bet if we run fast enough we can dodge the raindrops.”

“Not to sound like Alex but I don’t think that’s possible,” he bites his bottom lip slightly as he laughs and if she was feeling a little braver right now, Julie thinks she might have kissed him. But she’s not feeling brave enough for that. “You sure you don’t want to wait it out?”

“You ready to run?” She asks instead, turning towards the doors and holding her hand out to him. Maybe she’s not brave enough to kiss him, but holding his hand as they run through the rain? That feels doable.

She wiggles her fingers up at him a dare, a challenge, a question, all wrapped up together as she waits to see if he’ll take her hand. And she only has to wait a heartbeat before his palm is slapping down on hers, fingers slotting between each other and he’s tugging her towards the door.

“Oh I’m ready to run. I’m not sure you’re ready to keep up.”

He doesn’t give her a chance to respond before he’s pulling open the door and Julie is squealing as the first drops of rain hit her head and splash against her bare shins.

“Thought you knew how to dodge raindrops,” Luke teases as he pulls her along and Julie squeezes his hand before tugging him towards a puddle in the pavement to kick water up at him.

The indigent squeak of protest that leaves his lips makes her laugh in response, that only grows at the pout on his lips as he pulls at their joint hands until she has to stumble away from the puddle and into his side. And Luke lifts his arm until she gets the idea of ducking under it until her back is against his front and his arms wrap around her waist, picking her up off the ground and laughing into her hair at the startled squeak she makes, fingers cold even through her dress as he carries her away from the puddle with a huff of breath in her ear. “Oh I’m going to get you back for that.”

She doesn’t doubt him, and is kind of giddy in her excitement about what he might do. There’s something about the rain falling around them and the way it makes the empty streets and parking lots look that makes her forget she was ever worried in the first place.

Because she’s Julie and he’s Luke and she forgets sometimes, that things that are supposed to be scary are easy with him. The first time she sang after her mom, the first time she drove without her dad, the first time she snuck out her bedroom window. She feels like she can do anything as long as he’s by her side. She feels pretty fearless.

The second her feet hit the ground again she turns around his arms, trailing her own cold fingers up his wrists and forearms to circle around his biceps, tucking her fingers under the hems of his shirts sleeves and chooses to decide the shiver that runs through him is due to the rain that’s starting to slow around them and not the way she’s starting tracing idle patterns into his warm skin.

“How are you going to get me back?” She whispers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks up at him. At the way the rain has plastered his hair across his forehead, at how his eyes dart from her lips to her eyes and back again.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he says softly and she feels his fingers flex against her back and Julie definitely can’t blame the shiver that runs through her on the rain or the cold air because while they’ve been staring at each other it’s stopped raining and now they’re just standing in a parking lot in each other arms.

If it wasn’t quickly becoming her favourite place she might feel a little more embarrassed.

“Jules,” he whispers and she’s momentarily distracted by the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips that she almost misses his next words, “I uh I had a plan. We were going to have a picnic in that park you like? But I— well. I didn’t plan for the rain.”

She blinks at him, pulling her thoughts away from his lips and how they’d feel against hers and back to the moment and— a laugh bubbles past her lips, leaning her forehead against his shoulder as she lets his words fully register. She can feel a chuckle rumble through him where she’s pressed against his chest and his fingers dig slightly into her sides.

“In my defence, it’s LA. No one ever plans for rain,” he mutters into her hair and that makes her laugh again.

Pulling back just enough to look at his face she shakes her head at him, ignoring the way droplets of water fall down her back from her hair as teases him, “Wow and here was me thinking you’d prepared for everything.”

“If you don’t hold it against me I promise to prepare for rain for our next date,” Luke says it casually, but his fingers have started tapping lightly on her back and his eyes are wide and hopeful, looking so much like he had the day before that Julie can’t stop the smile that pulls at her lips.

“If you don’t show up with umbrellas and raincoats I’ll never trust you again,” even as she says the words she knows they’re a lie. Julie’s pretty sure there’s no one she trusts more. Fingers tapping against his biceps she offers, “We can eat in your car?”

“Mhm sounds like a plan,” he agrees but makes no move to let her go and she doesn’t do anything to move away either. He looks like he’s working himself up to something and it's then that Julie realises that he’s just as nervous about this as she is and that if she has to wait for Luke to make the first move they might be standing here for a long time.

So she lets that feeling of fearlessness from earlier flood back in, lets her fingers slide out from under his sleeves and wrap around his neck, pulling herself up onto her tiptoes until they’re almost eye to eye. Their height differences has never been so obvious to her as it is right now and she can’t decide if she likes it or wishes she’d worn the heels.

“Luke?” she whispers.

“Yeah?” his breath blows across her lips and she’s so close she can almost hear the way he swallows.

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

Julie doesn’t realise she’s been holding her breath until it wooshes out of her when he pulls her even closer with one arm around her waist and the other traveling to cup the back of her head as his lips finally touch hers. It’s messy and rushed and wet with rain, but Luke’s lips are soft and careful until she pulls herself up just a little higher and can deepen it. Teeth catching and lips pulling into smiles and soft groans as she scratches lightly at his scalp. 

She’s kissed boys before, pecks on the lips and a disastrous seven minutes in a closet with Nick last year and an awkward first date with one of the boys from her maths class who had transferred the next year. None of them had been perfect or great or even good and she’d wondered if it was her. If she was the bad kisser.

But standing in an almost empty parking lot with the street lights reflecting off the wet tarmac with Luke’s arms around her, holding her, his lips chasing after hers as she pulls away to breathe? It’s imperfect and perfect and everything she never knew she’d been missing.

“That was—”

“—god you’re beautiful, did I tell you that earlier?”

Luke’s words cut her off as he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth, to just under her ear, to her jaw.

“I—” but she doesn’t know how to finish her sentence, a furrow between her brows as she leans back a little in his arms so she can see his face, shaking her head with a small laugh, “I’m soaked through with rain and my hair is a total mess. I don’t think beautiful is the right word here.”

“Bullshit,” he states, the hand that had been holding the back of her head, fingers tangled in wet curls, comes around to cup her cheek, calloused thumb brushing across her cheekbone once, twice, as his eyes roam around her face before focusing sorely on her eyes. “You’re the most beautiful person in any room or parking lot or space on earth. In the whole universe. Rain soaked hair doesn’t change that.”

“Oh,” is all she can get out as a blush rushes into her cheeks and she knows that Luke notices because his thumb strokes against it again and his lips pull up into a half smile that she knows means he’s about to say something incredibly dumb that will ruin the incredibly sweet moment. So she leans forward and presses her lips against his before he gets the chance.

//

They drape the blanket Luke had bought for the picnic across the back seat of his car and try their best to get dry without losing any clothing or soaking the seats. He pulls out a basket from the trunk filled with her favourite soda and slightly squashing sandwiches and cookies she knows his mom must have helped him bake and unevenly sliced carrot sticks that scream of Reggie throwing them in at the last minute. Luke passes her the aux cord and she skips through a playlist until she finds something she likes and they let his terrible car radiator try to warm them up while they eat their picnic. Though really it’s his arm around her shoulders and his hand covering her knee and her fingers trailing up and down his arm that do most of the warming up.

At 10:25 he walks her up to her front door, biting at his bottom lip as he bounces on the balls of his feet and glancing from the door to her and back again.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. For band practice,” Luke says, his eyes still going from the door to her and back again and it’s starting to make her a little dizzy.

“Mhm,” she mumbles, taking a half step towards him, hoping it’ll keep his eyes in one place. Which they do. On her lips. And she doesn’t even try to stop the smile that pulls at them when she realises it. Pushing up on to her tiptoes again she kisses him once, quickly, sweetly and starts to step away. She only makes it as far as lifting one foot up before Luke is wrapping a hand around her waist to pull her back to him, lips moving together in a way that’s different from the kisses they’ve already shared. When he pulls away to breathe she presses a kiss to his cheek and finally manages to step away while he’s looking a little stunned. “Text me when you get home okay? I’ll see you tomorrow Luke.”

She opens her front door and slips inside before she can change her mind and stand on her front pouch kissing him all night. Because she could do that. Spend a whole night just kissing him. Julie presses her fingers to her lips as a giddy smile takes over her face, twitching aside the curtain that covers the window next to the door in time to see Luke getting into his car and driving away.

For their next date three days later they go to the arcade by the pier, and she doesn’t even care about the odd looks everyone around them shoots their way at the peeling laughter that erupts out of her when he pulls a bright yellow umbrella out of the trunk of his car with a wink.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 17 second part

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Breaking Good

Wen Qing comes to visit Wen Ning in their backyard meth lab, and tells him that he fucked up a recipe, merely by taking a whiff of the concoction. She uses the approved "wave fumes toward self" way of smelling that you learn in high school science if you live in a country that believes in teaching science, which OP does not.

Wen Ning wants to know if they are going to have a feud, and she tells him there already is one. She tells explains to him that they're good Wens, not evil Wens, and that Jiang Cheng is fucked, and they should send the Jiangs away in the morning before Wen Chao comes around. 

Wen Ning whines at her about all of this, shifting into little-brother persona and acting like he didn't just take down 40 of Wen Chao's soldiers in a single night. He does this same persona shifting in his later unlife, with Wei Wuxian. When there is trouble, he's extremely effective, and can even tail WWX and Lan Wangji without getting caught, but then he is hopeless when dealing with turnips or children. 

Here, it seems like a version of Wei Wuxian's own little-brother persona, in which he pretends to be helpless so that his sister can take care of him.

#studyblr

Wei Wuxian comes into Wen Qing's head shop to ask her for medical books. He loves his brother so much he's volunteering for a research project. We've seen him be clever before; we've seen circumstantial evidence that he's a good student, but now we're going to see him actually buckling down and doing intellectual work.

Wen Qing thinks its hopeless and wants Wei Wuxian to get some rest. But he gives her puppydog eyes, so she sets him up in her library.

Wei Wuxian reads a huge pile of medical books and learns interesting things about the human body.   

(more after the cut)

Hopefully he does not splotch ink all over them while he holds this wet brush directly over the page. Why does he even have a brush in his hand? Is he taking notes in the margin? 

Wen Qing eventually tells him to take a break and go see Jiang Yanli.

Segmentation fault (core dumped)

Jiang Yanli is tending to Jiang Cheng, gently telling him to suck it up by citing their father, which is probably not the greatest idea. 

Yanli's wearing dark blue with white and looks awesome.  It's not Gusu Lan blue, but the blue and white is an interesting choice for the excruciating heart to heart they're about to have.  

Wei Wuxian shows up looking terrible, or the Xiao Zhan version of terrible, i.e. handsome and a little scruffy. But also worn out, unhappy, and fragile.

Jiang Yanli wants him to rest, but he wants to find a way to repair Jiang Cheng's core, and his mind races, trying to think of where he can get books and who can help him. His thoughts instantly go to Cloud Recesses and Lan Wangji. His face lights up at the thought that Lan Wangji will help him, and he hops up, ready to dash off and find him.

The first time I watched this I was like, dude yes you’re in love, but you can’t just dash off to find Lan Wangji, not when there’s a war on.  This time I was like, actually wow things would turn out a whole lot better if you got Lan Wangji to help you, instead of coming up with your own plan.

Mother Mother Can You Tell Me

Jiang Yanli tells him to slow his roll.  He's pushing himself too hard and she's afraid he will collapse. Then Wei Wuxian comes out and says what's driving him: maybe all these disasters are his fault.

It's telling, I think, that he cites Madame Yu, not Jiang Cheng, in this moment, even though Jiang Cheng has blamed him much more thoroughly and consistently. He's talking about one mother figure, to another mother figure, and looking for absolution.

He super does not get what he's looking for.

Jiang Yanli slowly lets go of him and goes the fuck off. She asks, rhetorically, what he's to blame for, and then lists off all of the shit that's happened.  She finishes up by saying, look at our situation; blaming won't help anything. 

It's unclear, because language/translation, if her answer is "it doesn't matter who's to blame" I.E. "yes, it's your fault, but I'm letting it go" or if she is saying "how does blaming yourself help anything?" I.E. "it's not your fault, stop being a drama llama."

Her body language, though, seems pretty blameful - she lets go of him, yells at him, sits down and turns away from him.  And his reaction is not one of shared grief, or of someone who is trying to get over himself; he's totally crushed, and he literally never unburdens himself to her again.  Even when he asks her, much later, about love, he immediately backs out of the conversation. 

There is no violence in this moment and her reaction is understandable, but this is kind of similar to that one time when his brother choked him in a beautiful field of grass, in order to make himself feel better. 

Then she kind of relents and takes his hand, telling him that she needs him and reminding him that he promised that they will go back to Lotus Pier. I don't remember him promising this, but okay. 

He puts his head on her lap and he cries, she cries, comatose Jiang Cheng cries; FUCK this episode.  

Jiang Cheng manages to cry only one tear and does it on the side of his face that his siblings can't see because he's not going to give them the satisfaction of sharing this moment with him, I guess.

When Wei Wuxian puts his head on Jiang Yanli's lap, it's part of a ritual for them, that they both are comforted by; he does it again much later, after they return to Lotus Pier. But this ritual does not actually do anything to relieve his burdens. As a male adult, and the only Jiang Clan disciple with any abilities, it falls to him to save the clan, whatever it takes, and he is heavily aware of it.

Wen Qing comes along and sees the sweet part of this complicated Shijie-Shidi dynamic, and decides to help with Wei Wuxian's research project. When the trio had just lost their parents, gotten sick, been pursued by enemies, & had one of Yanli's little brothers horribly wounded, Wen Qing was like, eh, I'll do the doctor stuff but that's it. But lap-crying is another level. 

Wen Qing: Nooo don't put your head on her knees I failed my saving throw

Group Project

Wen Qing goes and cleans up the mess in the library, putting everything in order and settling in to read systematically. Wen Qing probably has the prettiest bullet journal. (OP looks proudly at the 100 loose slips of paper and piles of random stuff on her own desk)

Wei Wuxian has shaved and rested and comes in with a tray of food for Wen Qing, and then goes to his table in the back to start working. He claims he made "porridge" for her and that she has to eat to gain strength, and she gives him an intrigued expression.  This moment is just blatant het baiting.  

In fact the food he brings her is clearly not porridge, which might just be a translation error, but also he totally can't cook, so it's not clear if he's joking and Yanli or Wen Ning made the food, or if this is just inedible.

The Things We Do For Love

Yanli is working in the meth lab and coughing a lot. Yanli's chronic illness is a sign of what's to come for Wei Wuxian, because strong cultivators don't get sick. Yet Yanli, as a physically vulnerable person, who has either a weak golden core, or none, is still intrinsically valuable.  Her presence in this scene is a reminder that Jiang Cheng's life is not, actually, over; he just feels like it is.

While Yanli cooks the meth, Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing have a study montage that is the equivalent of a training montage, except without "Eye of the Tiger" on the soundtrack.

Jiang Cheng remains unconscious. Apparently if you stick nails in the top of someone's head, you make them sleep, and in the back of their head, you turn them into part of your zombie army. Fortunately Wen Qing's aim is good. Jiang Cheng is looking devastatingly handsome as usual the TV version of unwell, and has grown a perfect Dorito-chip of stubble on his chin to go with his new 'stache.

Eventually Wei Wuxian changes back into his non-vampire robe and he finds the answer in an old scroll book. The Ikea instruction picture shows arrows going from the guy on the left to the guy on the right.  Clearly it's not a great procedure for the guy on the left.

Wei Wuxian's face shows us exactly how not great. 

Like walking in the rain and the snow and there’s no place to go and you’re feeling like a part of you is dying

He goes outside and gazes up at the trees and the sky as he contemplates the sacrifice that circumstance is forcing on him. He's not even making a choice at this point; his choice was made the moment he found the procedure. But it's going to be a tremendous loss for him. He values sword cultivation at least as much as Jiang Cheng does; he even fell in love with a boy over crossed swords. So he sits and just kind of comes to terms with this new understanding of his future. (Big gifs here)

Wen Qing finds him sitting, stunned, on the porch. She doesn't know what's up so she just sits quietly with him until he's ready to tell her.

She doesn't love the plan.  

Thunder, Th-th-thunder

Wen Ning is bringing food up when he sees them arguing, and he is startled by situationally appropriate thunder and lightning. Having recently watched The Lost Tomb Reboot I've come to expect thunder and lighting to appear on cue in any possible situation, so the fact that this mini-storm clears right up again doesn't bother me.

What About You?

Wen Ning dashes inside to see what Mom and Dad are fighting about. They're having a polite shouting match because Wen Qing refuses to yank out Wei Wuxian's core. 

Wen Qing: I hate the idea of harming you Wei Wuxian: I don’t even understand that sentence

Wei Wuxian doesn’t, of course, feel that he is important in any way, and ignores her concerned and appalled expressions in favor of telling her to just do it anyway. Amazingly, this does not convince her. 

OP’s 177cm-tall son keeps telling her this

Then Wei Wuxian plays the "you know Jiang Cheng" card, which...I guess she does? Maybe he was chatting her up more than we saw in Cloud Recesses? He hasn't given her the comb or anything yet. Wei Wuxian explains that Jiang Cheng cares about gain and loss, and cultivation is his life. If he can only be ordinary the rest of his life will be ruined.

Wen Qing asks the question that nobody ever asks him: What about you? 

Wei Wuxian has literally nothing to say to that, possibly because the question is so new to him. 

Wen Ning doesn't know what's going on but comes squarely in on team Wei, of course, and begs his sister to Do The Thing.  How fucking horrified is Wen Ning going to be when he learns what The Thing is? What he is personally going to help do to his beloved friend? Yikes.   

Wen Qing caves, warning them that the chance of success is only 50 percent. Wei Wuxian is happy to take those odds.

Lan Wangji, projecting his voice from Episode 46: fifty percent, are you fucking kidding me?

Soundtrack: 1. Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham 2. The Things We Do For Love by 10cc 3. Thunder by Imagine Dragons

[sociallyawkward--fics]

Dirty Little Secret

Hello I just finished this and I have not edited it and I am never going to reread it lol. It is probably disjointed, OOC, and incomprehensible. Welcome to my super sick and drug-induced It oneshot. Also for the title I was torn between this and ‘truth or dare’

My friends also told me I had to put this joke in the author’s notes: “I’m paying homage to the original It. King was on coke when he wrote it, and I’m on a wild amount of cold medicine and illness”

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Summary: Miraculously, they all lived. They killed that damn clown and they lived. Now, Richie just had one last thing to say.

Word Count: 1877 words

[ao3 link]

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The sounds of his old friends splashing around in the quarry faded around him. Distantly, as though he wasn’t in his own body, Richie could hear them cracking jokes and laughing at each other, as if the seven of them hadn’t almost just lost their lives.

As if Eddie hadn’t almost--

Richie focused on cleaning his glasses. Without them on, it was blurry and hard to tell, but he thought there was still blood embedded into the new spiderwebbing of cracks left on one of the lenses. It wouldn’t come out. Really, it could be anyone’s blood, he’d lost track of their injuries by this point. 

But Richie knew who’s it could have been. 

Bev had said the Deadlights gave her visions of their deaths, but he hadn’t known just how vivid they could be until he dropped out of them himself. He’d opened his eyes to Eddie being skewered above him, helpless to do anything but scream his name, the Loser’s a chorus of the same. Then, he blinked, and Eddie was above him laughing and cheering his “victory.”

Richie had barely rolled them out of the way in time for one of It’s massive claws to dig deep into the stone where they had been laying. Pennywise made a noise of rage, but Richie hadn’t allowed himself even a moment to think. He’d grabbed Eddie and ran.

And now here they were. They’d killed It, crushed Its heart in their hands, and Derry was safe. They were safe. Eddie was safe. Richie sat on a rock in the dirty quarry water, distantly aware of the splash wars going on while Eddie chopped his hands and told them how unsanitary it was, cleaning themselves in dirty water. Richie knew he was being unusually quiet, and someone was bound to notice soon, but he felt like if he didn’t laugh, he was going to cry.

And for once, Richie was all out of jokes.

Then, the absolute worst thing happened: Richie was dragged into the spotlight.

Apparently, the other six Losers had been recounting the “best moments” of their battle. Richie didn’t remember much, truthfully, aside from running for his life and sniveling like a little kid.

“Hey, Rich,” Beverly called. “What was that whole ‘Truth or Dare’ thing about anyway?”

Richie let out an awkward laugh, plastering a smile onto his face. He’d gotten good at it, over the years, with how much he hated his own act, but now it just felt stiff and misshapen. He waved his hands in the air as he spoke, his glasses flopping around precariously in his grip.

“Oh, you know, just something that damn clown had brought up.”

Bill laughed. “Why would he b-b-bring up Truth or D-Dare?”

Bev swam over and started poking at his sides as she laughed. They were all laughing so much. They were clearly handling the trauma far differently than him.

“Why would It use that?” She teased. “Got something you’re afraid to confess, Trashmouth?”

Richie forced out another laugh, sounding weak to his own ears. More than you know.

Instead, Richie reached for a distraction. “Yeah, how fast it took me to finish with Eddie’s mom--”

“Beep beep, asshole!” Eddie shouted, and Richie’s next laugh felt a little less desperate. Teasing Eddie was familiar and comfortable, and Richie was almost tempted to put his glasses back on to see the adorable way his jaw clenched with annoyance.

“Remember that one time Bill dared Mike to smuggle one of the sheep into his grandfather’s house?” Ben asked, and if Richie wasn’t so gone on Eddie, he could’ve kissed him. Intentionally or not, he’d just saved Richie a whole lot of floundering to keep the attention off where he wanted it least.

The group laughed and Mike shook his head with a grin. “He was so mad,” Mike said. “I thought for sure he’d make me sleep in the barn for that.”

“Or what about the t-t-time Eddie dared Richie to eat that year-old twinkie we f-found in R-R-Richie’s room,” Bill said.

Even Richie had to laugh at that one. “Yeah, where was the concern for my health there, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie snapped, though there was no heat behind it. “Plus, those things never fucking expire. They’re garbage, but that wouldn’t have hurt you.”

“Oh yeah? It tasted as bad as your mom’s--”

Eddie splashed Richie, sending a wave of nasty quarry water into his mouth and preventing him from finishing his sentence. He sputtered and coughed, laughing as he spit it out, and the weight of everything felt a little less oppressive now that he was laughing with them all.

“Oh!” Bev said, “What about the time Stan dared Bill--”

Richie grinned as he went back to trying to dig the blood out of the cracks in his glasses with his nails. They were short and stubby, so it wasn’t exactly easy, but he managed to make some progress. This time, though, he made sure not to tune his friends out. He listened to each of their stories, letting their laughter wrap around him like a warm, worn, familiar blanket, just like he had always been searching for when they were kids, and slowly felt his shoulders relax. And as they were laughing, the thought occurred to Richie.

What was he so afraid of?

This was Richie’s family. After everything they’d been through, killer alien clowns and all, would his sexuality really be the thing to break them? It’d be a little silly at that point, Richie thought. 

A little silly, and a lot unfair. And who knew how they’d react? He’d seen them all in their underwear, shared blankets and chairs and beds with them, held them close (he wished he could do that now, but he wasn’t brave enough to be so touchy as an adult). What if they accused him of taking advantage of them when they hadn’t known? What if they were disgusted by him? What if they forgot him again, but this time by choice?

Richie was forced out of his thoughts when someone shrieked, and he promptly realized he’d allowed himself to tune everyone out again as he catastrophized. His head shot up at the shriek, his heart pounding in panic. Instead of a psychotic clown or a gruesome murder, Richie caught sight of Ben, who had seemingly heaved Beverly out of the water, tossing Bev as far as he could back into the murky water. She came up sputtering and laughing, arguing that whatever she’d said had definitely happened, no matter what he said.

Bill and Mike were leaning on each other from the force of their laughter. Ben had a sly grin on his face, though the corner of his lip was twisted a little in embarrassment as Bev kept hounding at him. Stan wasn’t outright laughing so much as he was grinning, but that was pretty much the same thing when it came to him. Eddie was laughing so hard that his cheeks had gone pink.

Richie promptly realized that if he didn’t do it now, he was never going to get up the courage to do it again.

“I’m gay,” Richie said loudly, the words echoing uncomfortably across the quarry.

The sounds of splashing and play fighting stopped and Richie heard more than saw everyone turn toward him. He kept his glasses off, eyes focused on his hands. If he had to look at them, see them clearly, he wouldn’t get through this. Every cell in his being was telling him to bury this with a joke, to move on and make a funny and forget the whole thing, but he couldn’t. Not this time. He needed to stop hiding.

“I’m gay,” he said again, quieter this time. “That’s why It brought up ‘Truth or Dare.’ Because I wouldn’t want anyone to pick truth.”

Richie kept his head down, but he heard the others moving through the water. He startled when he felt Bev’s arms wrap around one of his own. Richie looked up and saw his friends (or, really, saw blobs shaped vaguely like his friends) all coming toward him, wrapping themselves around him where he sat.

Ben curled himself around Richie’s knee, right below Bev. On Richie’s other side, Mike, Bill, and Stan all crushed in trying to wrap around him in some way. Mike ended up wrapped around Richie’s leg, which probably looked ridiculous, if only Richie could see, while Bill and Stan curled up around his arm and side. Then, Eddie came up behind Richie, wrapping his arms carefully around Richie’s shoulders and resting his head on Richie’s own (probably taking advantage of being taller than Richie, for the moment).

“We’re proud of you, Rich,” Stan said quietly.

Tears stung at Richie’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He sat there for a few minutes, soaking in their warmth and care, closing his eyes and letting peace finally overcome him. The secret, his dirty little secret, had finally been aired. He didn’t need to be scared of it anymore, at least not in this small circle (coming out as a public figure was an entirely different story, and Richie sure as fuck wasn’t ready for that yet). Pennywise’s words, echoing in his head since they were said, finally began to quiet.

“Thank you,” Rich said eventually, his shields formed from humor finally coming back up. He could only handle so much emotional vulnerability without making a joke. “I don’t have my glasses on so I don’t know who you people are, but thank you.”

Richie’s friends laughed, and he could feel Eddie’s chin brushing against his head with the force of Eddie’s eyeroll. Richie himself chuckled a little, blinking to clear the lingering tears from his eyes before they could fall. It was then that he noticed his hands: one clasped tightly between Ben and Beverly’s fingers, and the other resting on one of Eddie’s arms, Stan’s hand resting atop his.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled.

He felt more than saw (seeing as he couldn’t see) Beverly and Mike look up at him.

“I legit can’t find my glasses.”

A chorus of “Are you serious?” met Richie’s ears and he almost laughed again, but it was true. Sometime between the six of them latching onto him, Richie’s glasses had completely vanished.

Richie settled in where he sat as the others went off to find his glasses, diving beneath the water and arguing between themselves. The only person who didn’t move away was Eddie, who shifted from standing behind him to sitting next to him. As he heard Bev laugh, followed by a splash (Richie would bet money she just dunked Ben, the two had been attached at the hip and making heart eyes at each other since they escaped Neibolt), he felt Eddie grab his right hand and interlock their fingers.

There was a distinct lack of cold, wet metal as Eddie squeezed his hand, and Richie swore his heart skipped more than a few beats.

Maybe he wasn’t the only one with a secret, Richie thought as Eddie’s head leaned against his shoulder for a few seconds. And maybe, just maybe, Richie wouldn’t have to go home and face his nightmares alone after this.

[khaleesiofalicante]

me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

[roguestarsailor]

You know what since we’re still in quarantine and i have nothing else better to do, i need to obsess over ACOTAR. I don't like a court of frost and starlight. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why I didn't like it. I aggressively read the book in maybe a day and I closed it feeling frustrated and annoyed. My version had A Court of Silver Flames preview so that definitely contributed to my annoyance greatly.

It's because it felt too perfect. Everything that had happened -- after the entire war was fought and won, they just go back to their normal lives? Yes there were hiccups and yes there were still aspects that made every IC character feel like their problems aren’t solved yet...but it didnt feel right. yes i enjoyed the snowball fight between the bat boys, feyre + rhys sexy time, and those little comfort moments too, the slice of life type things and seeing feyre accomplishing her goals and how hopeful the future seems BUT its too fast. the good parts of the book did not offset the bad parts of it.

Feyre literally accomplished pretty much every single goal she made back in ACOMAF just like that?? within a span of what a few months? a year?? She really came back from an entire war -- probably the first war of many since she's immortal and just like that, after her 21st birthday: she gets a whole entire estate, wants to start poppin babies, opens her art studio and starts teaching kids and then acting like she can rule an entire court?? the timeline is sooo short esp since its been brought up over and over again how everyone is literally 500 years old and have a super “messy” history and their changes seems to come super dupe slowly. but feyre, who has only lived 0.000000002% of her fae life, is out here thriving just fine???

the war devastated thousands of illyrian soldiers where its changing the politics of the illyrains and the faes, all of whom feyre has responsibilities over too as high lady. the mortal queens are still at large who left the humans on prythian to die which is why feyre was willing to go to war in the first place! what about the rest of hybern and their land and residents?? they wanted to enslave humans for social and economical reasons! then what about integrating humans w deep hatred and fear with deeply prejudice fae??? there’s also spring and summer court who are literally in ruins. thats literally so much. so idk how feyre is just chillin???? she gonna let rhys do all the hard work???

like feyre sit down. u should not be having a baby. esp since it took u literally a 700 pages to heal from those 3 months UTM. ur telling me shes gonna whole heartedly bring in a newborn in a war devastated world, with civil unrest (illyrains, other courts), with the messiness of human and fae integration, with trauma u and rhys will have to continue to overcome esp after THIS war??? even helping ur sisters w their traumas??

this is a personal opinion on this subject (and maybe my thoughts will change on this later on; opened to other thoughts) but when i read the part about how that weaver/seamstress artist who made that dark quilt that feyre loved talked about how her mate of 300 years didn’t come back from the war and her biggest regret was that she didnt have a kid to remember him by i just thought ur kid isn’t some sort of memorabilia. don’t have a kid to keep the memory of ur mate alive; have a kid cuz u want a kid purely for the sake of having a kid. ur memories and photos and shit will keep their memory alive but its not having a kid. some primitive need to keep the genes alive maybe?? but the way it was phrased and then in turn how feyre was like oh i need  a baby pronto cuz rhys might die in the next war and regret not having a kid with him didn’t sit right with me. also the other couple were together for +300 years and have a rich life together, while shes been with rhys for literally two years THATS NOTHING IN FAE YEARS. thats still the honeymoon phase and also ur problems arent even close to being over!!!

everyone was shitty to nesta. in ACOMAF, we saw how much the IC went through and still did all they could to help feyre. what made them not think nesta deserve the same welcome? nesta is mean as a defense but did no one try to figure out what would help (amren got close but shes so under developed)??? feyre knows nesta feels too much and yet she continued to be shitty. continued to flaunt her wealth, her status, her familiarity/borderline know-it-all attitude about fae/night court, her ~estate~. forcing nest to the solstice party when nesta was literally like i dont belong, im looking at everyone through a window type of thing; the fire cracking triggering her, etc. what kind of power play was that when she made nesta come to her estate, where nesta could SEE how ~homey~ and how suscessful feyre is and fully see all the lovely paintings of everyone feyre loves that explicitly exclude her to tell her to fuck off to a war camp?? bro???? cas was a dick too and elaine was rude. i think a lot of his actions were meant to make her angry since anger keeps u fighting (as was the method of rhys for feyre in ACOMAF) but what he said was stupidly shitty and i demand that he apologize properly. elaine could have done more to help her sister but whatever. mor was definitely an ass too (and im upset for how little her character growth is). 

Lucein. that man can’t catch a break tbh. im happy that hes w the band of exiles cuz he is whole heartedly accepted there. feyre was definitely an asshole to him even tho he helped as much as he could throughout the books. he tries so hard w elaine as well and it did hit my heart a bit when she was like gloves to work in my garden?? no ?? i use my bare hands see oNly aZiReL sEeS mE fOr WhO i Am. and at the same feyre is like flaunting her mate status to lucein which is mean as shit. its like this man can’t find love in prythain. then tamlin sending him his box of his things??? thats for sure brutral. tam was literally his partner through it all; savior of sorts even. no love from IC, no love from elaine, no love from feyre, no love from tamlin, no love from autumn court rejected everywhere! also HIS TRUE FATHER?? HEllo??? 

then on tamlin. i pity the guy! was i suppose to feel that way??? it felt like he is allowed to get a redemption arc and maybe i’ll even root for a redemption arc??? i was absolutely excited for freysand in ACOMAF but after ACOFAS, im like tamlin is....not completely bad??? his relationship w feyre was bad and the controlling parts were very much a no-no. i dont truly understand the dynamics of an abusive relationship but i can understand that it can be insidious and its the little things that hurt the victim. and i felt  feyre through ACOMAF and rooted for her to escape her abuser! but then it felt like i dont think he was doing any of those things out of malice. ill say tamlin is a bad leader and doesn’t know how to run a court outside of what he sees his father do. his understanding on everything is based on the traditions of the past which i think fueled most of the things he did i.e. not telling feyre she was in danger since maybe his mom didn’t do those war planning things. ACOTAR showed how he truly cared/loved and took good care of feyre and her family. he even talked about how he didn’t believe in the enslavement of humans! i think that tam wanted to preserve what he thought was the good (aka feyre + her love of painting) and get back a sense of control that he and his entire court lost while chained to amarantha. but at the same time, i think he truly thought feyre wasn’t safe. he knows rhys can crush minds and knows feyre can’t read/write so when he got that letter telling him shes safe of course hes gonna flip shit and made a deal w the devil (although those temper outbursts were DEFINITIVELY not ok!!!). he also didn’t listen and has sense of he knows best when feyre was not the type of person. but feyre destroyed his entire court. he lost all his sentries who literally went out to die for him during amarantha’s reign. he lost lucien too; his trusted right hand man. his people were cursed for 50 years and then continued to suffer UTM and was in the process of rebuilding too!  but just seeing spring court, WHO BORDERS THE HUMANS, be in ruins where his subjects left him, his people left him and hes all alone in the manson?? that was sooo sad. so im like why does what feyre did not feel satisfactory????? im mad that it didn’t feel right??? maybe there wasn’t a point where feyre talked to tamlin -- like really talked to him esp w her new found voice and power, etc. anyways, i dont hate tamlin and was like oh shit i think feyre fucked up a bit there.

rhys is a dick to nesta. which made me think, if feyre wasn’t his mate would he extend the same love and care to her???  i loved how he tried so hard to make sure feyre was ok. made sure she wasn’t breaking! all of it! but for nesta, he had the audacity to use his high lord voice and be an ass overall. even tho he can see how cas is fucken in love??? even just how he talks to cass feels off too. 

i’ll even go as far as to say because of how terrible ACOFAS was, it created this intense divide within the fandom. i remember reading the first three books and was absolutely 1) rooting for freysand  2) curious about the sister relationship and how it will be mended 3) i definitely didn’t hate nesta nor did i hate elaine either -- but i was adament about them talking it out with feyre for those tough times 4) saw a more realistic and charming healing arc 5) was rooting for feyre to be a stronger voice and grow into herself 6) love the dynamic of the inner circle + feyre

but after ACOFAS, I have this intense need to defend nesta and was super mad at how she was treated after the war and in turn a deep dislike for elaine for both her lack of agency, lack of grit that made all the other characters interesting, and lack of care for her sisters (who showed how much they would risk for her). i dont hate rhys but i was extremely not happy with him and his attitude and behavior. feyre became more arrogant and was acting like how asshole rhysand would act. like her life is perfect now and i was not rooting for her anymore. freysand didn’t feel like they have complimenting qualities that made them interesting in the first place but rather they are merging to become the same person but in a bad way. that mind reading thing was cute in the beginning but it became insufferable since all thoughts were shared so seamlessly it made reading feel weird. 

anyways those are my thoughts on ACOFAS. it was a 1/5 stars for me and im mad those events transpired. reading the other books made me excited to know what was gonna happen and i was truly ready to accept the characters as flawed and nuanced as they are. im not mad about character not liking each other but i am mad that everything felt off. ACOFAS just felt regressive in some parts and forced in other parts. i know not everything ends in a nice tied up bow but this book single handily ruined what i thought about these characters in the worse way possible. this book wasn’t suppose to wrap up all the problems that exists in the other books but it didn’t feel hopeful like i thought it would. it didn’t feel wrapped up and didn’t feel like i should be excited about the next books. theres so many missing pieces i feel that i think need explaining and at the same time, i think it introduced too many problems at once which made it feel like its jumping around everywhere. although im still excited for ACOSF because i love nesta, and nesta deserves so much better and i want to have hope that this bad ending will either make sense later on or it was just a blimp.