#misplaced aggression my old friend

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny is the supernatural IRS

So after danny gets crowned ghost king, it's his responsibility to sort out all the paperwork, complaints, renovations and basicly get the infinite realms back on track

It was going smoothly until he sees afew things suspicious in this one universe...

Theirs someone named Constantine who hands his soul out like candy,

Someone called Klarion keeps messing with the natural balance of his universe while simultaneously stealing artefacts

Something called the Justice Leagues Dark are in illegal possession and use of artefacts and cursed objects

Theres something called a Lazarus pit thats been used for illegal resurrection by Re al ghul

Theres a zombie-ghost baby named jason todd who's been left unsupervised and put in dangerous situations

...yeah...dannys about to go nuts on this universe

Hello misplaced aggression my old friend

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | The Interlude | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.3 K Warnings: None Prompt: New Friends, new adventures to come and one Halloween Party to prepare. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 16: Boogie Wonderland

The next day, you charmed your restricted section book cover, just like you had done with the spicy one, making it look like another casual spell book. You then spend most of your classes devouring its content, it was way more than the two pages you’d found on the 5th-year DADA book, although a good deal of them focused solely on how to defeat a werewolf. 

Tips on how to kill werewolves, spells against werewolves, weapons against werewolves, a particular line irked you so much –if you see a werewolf hex to kill, don’t bother incapacitating– that you were about to throw the book on the ground and cast incendio on it. But it wasn’t until about the second half of the book that it finally started to talk about its qualities. Especially with the section titled “How to spot werewolves in your daily life”. Of course, while most of the things in the book were about spotting and hurting them, you were more focused on learning which things you should never do. 

On a small piece of parchment, you started documenting everything that you had learned so far. You’d even use a codeword to refer to Remus, in case your note was misplaced or lost. 

My Knowledge on WW:

Silver burns them (throw away or alter the ring mom gave me once Puppy returns it).

Silver and Dittany could save someone after being lethally bitten by a werewolf, turning them into one regardless. 

Bites are contagious only if the werewolf bites someone in werewolf form, not outside of it (Luna could bite whoever he wants without turning them, as long as they’re in human form, maybe they’d get a bit of a raw meat affection for a couple of days, but nothing more). Why is this relevant to me?

Werewolves do not remember who they are once transformed. They can be very aggressive, and they have killed friends and loved ones in wolf form; they will remember what they did once they’re back in human form. If Luna turns into werewolf form and you’re around, turn the fuck away.

Any bite or scratch obtained from a werewolf, whether in human or animal form, would leave a permanent scar. (Luna probably has a bite mark somewhere. I wonder where?) 

Werewolves rarely have children. If a werewolf has a child with another werewolf while in wolf form, they’d have a normal wolf, except they’d be beautiful and nearly as smart as a human. 

Werewolves don’t really attack animals, they seem to target exclusively Humans. 

There’s little to no medicine developed to help treat werewolves. -> Racist wizards going at it again.

They can be a little aggressive, touchy or moody as the full moon approaches. 

They have a crazy good sense of smell (even in human form apparently; maybe I’ll get to ask Luna about it someday)

THEY AREN’T ALL EVIL. 

You read through your list a couple of times, wondering if you’d missed anything from the book. But you were certain you had narrowed down the most important clues the book had. There was a section of the book that had a couple of spells to defend yourself from werewolves, but they were all incredibly aggressive attack spells, most of them to severely damage or kill the werewolf, when you finished reading you ripped the page from the book, threw it on the floor and whispered “incendio,” contemplating how the fire slowly consumed the old piece of paper. You might have not been able to burn down the entire book, but that was pleasing enough. And you had to get rid of it before anyone read through it and tried to use it on Remus, or any other good werewolves. Because no matter how many times the book tried to frame Werewolves as being inhumane, and immoral beasts, incapable of feeling remorse, you knew it was all bullshit. 

Remus was kind, gentle, and incredibly caring, he’d been the first one to approach you when you were feeling off after divinations, he’d shared chocolate with you when you were injured, he’d held you when a quaffle had been thrown your way, and he’d even taken you to his quiet spot when he thought it might help you feel better. Remus had, even in the short time you’d met him, always been there for you, and you wanted to be at least half as good of a friend as he’d been. Remus was nothing like the harrowing picture the book painted of werewolves. And while you were sure actual evil werewolves existed, you’d heard of them in the news, with wolves like Fenrir Greyback and its followers, you also knew there were evil and good wizards. It wasn’t a matter of what you were, but a matter of who you were. You’d know, your mom had told you about the hard times her mother had had with her being half fairy, the Wizarding Community just wasn’t very accepting of diversity. 

As you walked back from the courtyard where you were reading, book back in your backpack and parchment gently tucked in the book you had in your hands, you accidentally bumped into someone, and whoever you bumped into had been walking with so much force, the books you were holding fell to the ground. The boy –a Ravenclaw you hadn’t met– leaned down and helped you pick your stuff. But the page on your book had slipped and fell a little further from your grasp, he walked towards it before you even had the chance to react, and he eyed it as you gulped. Thank Merlin you’d used codenames.

“You’re into werewolves too?” He asked. 

You frowned, thinking of a quick excuse, say it was an assignment, say it’s homework, a part of you said. On 6th year? about werewolves? who would ever believe it?, responded the other. But there was something about the question that caught your attention then, “What did you say, sorry?” 

The boy turned to you, “Oh- um… I asked if you were also into werewolves…” he said, as he handed the parchment over to you. There it was: also into them. 

“Uh… yeah, I’ve been doing some research.” 

He nodded, and motioned to the paper, still in your hands “Who’s Luna?” 

You were caught off guard again “It’s a… character, from a story.” You said, making it up on the spot “I’m writing it, the story… I’m writing the story.” How on earth did I become such a shitty liar?

“Oh, that’s amazing! I’m actually really interested in them as well.” 

“You are?” 

He nodded “Yeah, I’ve been working with Professor Slughorn to develop a potion.” 

“To make them human again?” You asked with a frown. 

He shook his head “It’s… That’s impossible… But Slughorn and I think It’s possible to create one that will allow them to remember who they are while in wolf form, to reduce the risk of attacking humans.” 

“What really? That’s brilliant! I’d love to help you!” You said, almost a little too excitedly, so you cleared your throat  “I mean, it would be a really good way of getting knowledge for my story…” 

“Really?” He asked, with a smile “You’re (Y/N), right? New transfer student? Gryffindor’s new keeper?” 

You nodded “I’m afraid I don’t know your name…” 

He extended his hand, and you shook it “Damocles Belby, most people just call me Kless, I’m from 7th…” he seemed to think about the next thing before deciding to ask “Are you really as brave as they say?” 

“They say I’m brave?!” You asked, in disbelief. 

He nodded “You stood up against some nasty Slytherins in class, and they say you fly like a daredevil, or so I’ve heard…” 

“Well, I –gossip sure travels fast here– Why?” 

“I’m more of a books and potions kind of person, you see…” he started, moving one of his arms up to the back of his head, to scratch it, it looked like Kless wasn’t too eager to ask for this particular favour  “…but I really want to test out the effect of Moonflower on the potion, see if it helps. The issue is, and you might not know this but Moonflower–“ 

“–only blooms in full moon.” You finished. 

He exhaled, “Yeah, and I’ve been told that there is a chance to find them in the forbidden forest.” 

“You want me to get it for you, don’t you?” 

He nodded, “Only if it wasn’t too much trouble. And if you helped with it, I could finish the first draft of the potion in a couple of weeks and we could probably test it together, and if the position works, I could get a brilliant recommendation letter from Slughorn to study at Cauldronwell, the School of Advanced Potionry. Maybe we could even get one for you.” 

You took a deep breath, considering the situation, the forbidden forest must be forbidden for a reason, and the boys had warned you about it too. Eventually, you spoke again “If I do this, will you let me have some of the potion?” 

He looked at you, as if thinking about it, probably wondering if he should ask why you’d need the potion, but in the end, he only nodded “Deal.” 

You smiled at that, pleased with the answer he’d given you, “Pleasure to meet you Kless, I’ll see you around.” You said before waving at him and resuming your way to the common room since you’d be helping Remus and Sirius finish up the decorations for the party. But just before turning on the corner you turned your head towards him again “I’ll find you when I get it.” 

He nodded, “I’ll send you a copy of my research through owl mail.” He responded. 

Sirius and Remus were already in the common room when you arrived, you smiled and took the book with the parchment, grabbing the piece of paper and hiding it deep within one of the pockets of your backpack. While you were busy, still packing stuff inside your bag, you felt Sirius’s arms wrap around you as he hugged you from behind. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling away again, grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl next to your bag on the table and popping it into his mouth. “What were you up to?” He asked, noting you were late. 

“Sorry, got really caught up in this book.” You told him with an apologetic smile as if Sirius could actually be angry at you. You then looked around, the boys had already gotten a head start. James, who was supposed to help, was still locked up in his room, adding some final details to his Hamlet costume while Peter was in the kitchens, making sure the treats were ready for the party. 

“Marlene’s gone to get a fog potion,” Remus said, as he grabbed onto a piece of cloth neatly folded on the table, “Beth and Tom went to Hogsmeade to buy some last-minute treats.” 

You paid close attention as he started to unfold the cloth “Is that the banner Lily made?” You asked, walking closer to him, Sirius was looking at you with a smile as you moved towards his friend. 

Remus nodded and said a quick “Yeah.” Handing a corner of the cloth over, so you could help him, the two of you extended the banner together, finally opening it up. The Banner was long and, it was black with orange letters over it, and it had two Jack-o-lanterns on each side that screamed “Happy Halloween” when you looked directly at them. 

“It’s brilliant!” You said with a smile, as you helped Remus levitate it closer to the ceiling near the entrance. Sirius was busy placing the jack-o-lanterns you had carved during the week all over the common room. Once the banner was hung, you walked towards the table and pulled out a bag you’d left there a couple of classes ago. 

“What’s that?” Sirius asked, walking closer to you again, shoulders brushing against yours. You smirked, and took a skull from the inside, throwing it towards Sirius, he easily caught it and looked at it, before turning back to you. 

“You thought it would scar–“ he started, but then, out of nowhere, the skull started laughing maniacally, Sirius jumped and let it fall on the floor.

The skull said “Auch,” while you and Remus started laughing. 

“Did you see his face?” You asked him. 

“Absolutely priceless, wish I’d gotten a picture of it!” Agreed Remus. 

Sirius just looked at you both with a pout as he picked the skull back from the floor and gently placed it on the table. The skull started to laugh again and Remus silenced it with his wand “You planned this, didn’t you?” 

Remus shook his head, and you answered “We just took advantage of the opportunity to test them. Rem and I’ve been working on them for a while.” 

“Them?” He looked at the bag wearily “How many did you make?” 

“About a dozen,” Remus answered casually. You opened the bag again, and you carefully took the skulls out. You then handed them to the boys, who started to place them all over the common room, one near the sofa, one close to the fireplace, some over at the stairs, and in general, just spread out in rather inconvenient places, the kind of places that would have people jumping from their skin when they started screaming at them. Sirius decided it would be a good idea to have one floating over the fruit punch, and he placed it in the bowl before adding the fruit juice. You saw him take a bottle of rum out too, and pour about a quarter of it onto the drink.

You shook your head, a little smile playing on your lips as he did “Why not add a bit more?” you teased. 

“Sirius!” Remus admonished him. “What did we say about adding alcohol to the main beverage? Last year it was chaos!” 

“It was only a little bit,” he retorted, and then turned to you “Barely a trickle, right Statshine?” 

You nodded “Not even a quarter of a bottle.” Remus shook his head, looking at both of you disapprovingly. “Come on Rem,” you said persuasively “let’s leave it like that, you don’t want to throw out such a good punch do you.” 

“She’s right, Moons, come on,” Sirius said, now he was standing next to you, both looking at the taller boy with puppy eyes. 

Remus looked at the two, both so pretty trying to convince him to do something, he almost couldn’t think of anything else. In fact, he wasn’t sure there was anything in the world you’d ask of him that he would deny, not with that expression on your faces. He took a deep breath, trying not to focus on the fact that he had somehow developed a crush not only on his best friend (which he had been pretty aware of already) but on his girlfriend as well, “Just so you know, I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

Both you and Sirius smiled broadly, looking at each other and throwing a high-five between yourselves. “You’re the best Rem!” You told with a dashing smile and then you walked back, pulling the bag up. 

“There’s more?” Sirius asked Remus, he shrugged in response, he didn’t know. 

Slowly, you pulled out a whole skeleton from it. “What the hell?!?” Asked Remus surprised, “You didn’t tell me you also had one of those…” 

“I didn’t have it, I found it.” You told him “It was in one of the old classrooms on the 3rd floor.” 

“Is it… real?” Remus asked cautiously. 

“Didn’t ask him,” you responded with a shrug while looking at the skeleton. Remus raised his eyebrows, amused at your answer. 

And a diverted smile appeared on Sirius' lips before he asked. “Did you charm it as well?”

You ginned “‘Course I did! Who do you take me for? I’ve got a whole plan for it.” 

“And where are you going to place it?” Remus asked, from next to you now as he curiously looked at the skeleton. 

You turned your body a little, shifting the weight of the skeleton onto one of your arms, and pointed at a wardrobe in the far side of the room. 

“In the closet?” The taller boy asked in disbelief “You’re going to put the skeleton in the closet?” 

“It’s a joke in and of itself,” you said with a smile “every now and then the skeleton will drop smoke or random sounds, that way guests are inclined to investigate. And then boom, the skeleton in the closet will jump out and scare the shit out of them.” 

“That’s wicked…” Said Sirius, a smirk playing on his lips “See Moony? I told you she was like us!”

“I was certain when you told me about the day of the library,” Remus said simply. 

You looked at Sirius, eyes wide in shock “You told Remus about the library?” 

“Of course I did, your Howler was genius!” Sirius responded matter-of-factly.

“Certainly,” Remus agreed. 

Right, the Howler, he told them about the Howler, not about the snoging. “It was just, a spur-of-the-moment idea?” You said, tugging in a hair behind your ear shyly as you walked towards the wardrobe with the skeleton –Steve– as you’d named him. You knew how seriously the boys took their jokes and escapades, if Sirius and Remus were complimenting you on something, they weren’t just sweet-talking you. You slowly but surely accommodated Steve inside the wardrobe and closed the doors. 

“What are we missing?” Asked Remus as he looked around the common room, trying to get a look at the big picture. 

“Marlene’s still coming with her smoke potions, right? Spooky music? Maybe…”

“Got that taken care of,” Sirius said, and waved his wand, on the corner, a small violin, a flute and what looked like a piano started playing music. 

You were surprised “where did you get those?”  

“Stole them from the music room last year,” Sirius explained “It was a dare to prove to James that Remus was way stealthier than him, even if he’s taller.” 

You nodded, a little impressed, you then heard the portrait open, Beth and Tom walked inside with bags filled with candy; from slug worms to dancing skeletons, all the Halloween theme candies from Honeydukes were there. Tom walked all the way to the table with the punch and emptied his backpack there. Beth, on the other hand, started to neatly arrange the candies she’d gotten into different vases and floating trays, she ended up also taking the stuff Tom had dumped and finished decorating the sweet’s table, as she’d prompted everyone to call it that from then on.

“You guys did a brilliant job,” Tom said as he looked around in awe, there were spider webs coming from the ceiling, shiny black and orange streamers swirling in the air, black flamed candles levitating all over the ceiling, cauldrons filled with candies. The skulls you and Remus had charmed together still lurking on certain spots, a table filled with potions, “for potion pong,”  as Beth had told you, and overall, an eerie but fun atmosphere. You had even told Moaning Myrtle and Richard Jackdaw to come over as special guests, even if you warned them not to tell any other ghosts about the party, especially Peeves, who would definitely attempt to make some kind of prank, or tell the teachers about your shenanigans. Suddenly he tilted his head. “Do hear that?” He asked. 

Beth frowned “Hear what?” 

“It’s uh… coming from…” Tom started walking towards the wardrobe. You threw a look at the boys, Sirius held your stare with his icy grey eyes, the hint of a smirk drawing on his lips. When you turned to Remus, he was also looking at you attentively, eyebrows raised, clearly looking amused. 

As you exchanged glances with the boys Tom approached the wardrobe “None of you hear it?” 

You shook your head, it wasn’t a lie, the spell only worked for one person at a time, so really, not even Beth would hear the same thing Tom did. Tom was now right in front of the closet, and he hesitantly placed his hands on the handle, like he was considering whether he should open it or leave it alone. But Tom was curious, almost too curious for his own good and in a fast pull, he opened the door. 

The skull jumped out and clang onto Tom, eyes glowing a shade of green and screaming so loud even you winced, perhaps I overdid it, you thought. Tom screeched, jumped back and ended up on the floor, fighting to get the skeleton to unwrap its bony arms off his shoulders. When he finally did it, he threw it to the side and crawled away from it while looking at it with dread. He stayed there, panting as Steve finally shut its bony jaw, the screams and shrieks slowly dying out.

Everyone started to laugh, including Beth, who had been just a little scared at the beginning. Still with his eyes open wide, Tom turned back, a slight frown on his face as he turned to Sirius “What the fuck mate?! That was bIoody horrifying, what did I ever do to you?”

Sirius raised his hands and shrugged, “That wasn’t my prank.” 

Tom’s frown deepened and he turned to Remus “It was you?” He asked again, still trying to gain his breath. Remus shook his head as a reply, there was no way it’d been James or Peter, Tom knew they’d be pretty busy today so he slowly turned his head to you, almost unsure “(Y/N)?” 

You took a deep breath, raising your shoulders, lips tightened in a line before, letting a bit of a smile appear. Guilty, you looked guilty. “I see you’ve met Steve.” 

“You gave that horrid thing a name?” You shrugged, nodding your head as an answer. He sighed “Why me?” 

“Oh, that’s on Steve, he chooses the person he calls, not me.” 

“You put a randomizer spell on it?” Remus asked then, surprised. You nodded “How? I’ve been trying to master those for a while…” he said, walking closer to the skeleton. 

“I found it on The Refined Art of Mild Hexes, it’s somewhere on the first couple of pages,” you told him, and then started waking towards Tom and helped him up “Sorry bout that,” you said, giving the curly haired boy a light pat on the back, he just stared at you, squinting his eyes in distrust, he then scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at the skeleton on the ground. 

“Looks bIoody realistic,” he said, the edges of his lips finally curling into a little smile. 

“Yeah, Remus thought the same, and asked me if it was real.”

He turned back to you, a slightly concerned expression on his face “Well… Is it?” 

“She’d got no clue,” Sirius answered for you. 

You nodded in agreement “Found it lying around in an abandoned classroom.” 

 “And you just took it? What it if was a ghost’s or something?” 

You shook your head “I asked Richie Jackdow, and he said it didn’t belong to any of the ghosts in the castle.” 

“You really have gotten accustomed to Hogwarts, haven’t you?” 

You smiled “I guess you could say I have.”

The portrait opened itself again, and Mary and Marlene came inside. Marlene carrying a tray with potions and Mary with some more treats, this time saltier stuff from the kitchen. “I brought the fruit for the punch,” she said as she walked towards the sweet’s table. 

“Great, you guys prepare that, Sly sprite,” he said turning to you “You’re helping me with this,” he said pointing to his canines, he’d asked you to turn them into fangs earlier that week, when the party was being planned, you’d both found a spell that would be useful, and had decided it’d be the one you’d use. 

“I think I left the book in my backpack,” you said as the two of you walked towards a further away table. 

“Sly sprite,” Sirius scoffed, he was standing next to Remus. 

The taller boy raises his eyebrow “You jealous?” he teased. 

“Of Tom?! No way!” 

“Why not?” Remus asked and turned to you and Tom at the table where you’d left your backpack, you had one hand on the book and the other on your wand, Tom was staring at you attentively “Tom’s handsome, maybe just as handsome as you.” 

Sirius frowned, “You’re not helping,” he added flatly. 

Remus knew very damn well you had no interest in Tom, but he was enjoying himself while looking at a jealous Sirius, thinking back of all the times he’d been jealous himself. “I’m just saying… he’s charming, comes from a wealthy family, and his curls are really nice.” 

“Remus!” Sirius whined, turning his back to look at the hazel-eyed boy instead of at you since you already had both of your hands on Tom’s face as you pulled it back to check on his canines.

“Do you know what this is for?” Asked Mary, taking a potion bottle with a golden cap. Remus shrugged.

“Must be the sugar syrup for the punch,” Beth said “I asked Peter to bring it over in the morning.” 

Mary looked at it, swirled the liquid around inside the bottle, and uncapped it. She gave it a whiff and shrugged, it certainly smelled sweet enough. She didn’t think it twice, and dumped the entirety of the contents inside the punch, then grabbed the bottle and placed it on the potions table, since it fit the aesthetic. 

Meanwhile, you and Tom were still working on his fangs, “Stop moving for fucks sake,” you complained, as Tom looked at himself in the hand mirror he took from your bag. 

“But make them longer, yeah luv?” He answered, his voice already had a little lisp from the fangs. 

“They’ve got a great length Tom, you won’t be able to eat!” 

“Food doesn’t matter, aesthetics do!” 

You sighed, “Don’t dare come whine with me if you cannot eat.” 

“I swear I won’t Sly Sprite,” he said while placing his right hand over his heart. It made you wonder: If both Sirius and Tom entered a drama contest, would they tie? Eventually, you nodded and performed the spell again, grabbing the mirror and placing it in front of Tom’s face. He smiled, checking himself out as he slid his tongue under the fangs and winched at how sharp they were. You gave him an “I told you so” look, but he just shook his head. “Aesthetics (Y/N), aesthetics!”  

You just rolled your eyes and started to stand up but he stopped you by grabbing your arm “Hold up! Man liner!”

“Man liner?” You asked with a frown. 

“Yes! Eyeliner for men, like rock stars! Would you mind doing it for me?” He then looked through the pockets and pulled out an eyeliner pencil. 

You shrugged and nodded, taking the pencil from his hand, and leaning closer to Tom’s face, “Don’t move, all right?” He nodded and you started to line his water line. Softly gliding the pencil. When you were about to finish the first eye you felt someone looming behind you. When you turned you realised it was just Sirius, and you gave him a quick smile before going to line Tom’s second eye. 

Sirius was attentively looking at you as you lined Tom’s eye, both curious at the way you did it and also pretty jealous of how close you were to the other boy. Which prompted him to walk even closer. Once you were done you smiled and pulled away from Tom “There you go Mr. Vampire.” 

“Brilliant!” He said, placing both hands on your shoulder “Thank you Sly Sprite!” 

Sirius cleared his throat from behind “Mind if I borrow my girlfriend away for a minute.” 

Tom, being as oblivious and carefree as he was, nodded with a smile “I’m actually going to go change.” 

Once Tom was gone, you turned to Sirius with a quizzical expression “What was that about?” 

Sirius, who had spoken without thinking, was taken aback by your question “I… uh— Can you line my eyes too?” He improvised.

You frowned, “What are you dressing as?” 

He was about to open his mouth, but shut it before he could speak. “What are you going to dress up as?” 

“Oh… that’s right. You haven’t guessed. You get 3 more tries,” you told him playfully, as you placed your hand on his shoulder, guiding him to sit on the same chair Tom had been in.

He sat there and looked up at you, your breath got stuck in your throat, how was it possible for a boy to be this pretty? You leaned in closer, a lot closer than you had been to Tom, which made Sirius feel a lot better already. “Look up at me, All right?” You told him softly. He did, and you swore you felt your legs wobble, but you took a deep breath and while holding his chin with one hand, you gently placed your other hand on his cheek, to stabilise it while you lined his eyes. You were a lot more careful than you’d been with Tom. Softer, taking a lot longer to drag the eye pencil under his lower lashes. You honestly enjoyed being close to Sirius, more than you’d ever dare to admit to his face, especially since it’d go straight to his head, feeding his already pretty big ego.

“Are you gonna be a mermaid?” 

“No, I’m not.” You replied and continued with your task. 

“What about a princess? You certainly fit the look.” 

“Puppy stop moving!” You reprimanded, as a blush threatened to spread on your cheeks, “And no, I’m not going to be a princess, that’s two tries out of three.” He huffed, he really wanted to win the bet “What about you? Are you gonna be a rockstar?” 

“Nope.” He responded, “3 tries for you too.” 

You leaned in a little closer, narrowing your eyes as you tried to be as accurate as possible, “Will you come as a prince? It’s also something that would suit you.” 

He shook his head “I’m letting James take the spotlight with the mediaeval clothes… You think I look like a prince?” He asked, a little smirk playing on his lips. 

You rolled your eyes, “Everyone thinks you look like a prince, Sirius.” 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure you just said you think I look like a prince.” 

You playfully hit his shoulder before going to the other eye. Almost losing yourself in the frosty blue of them before focusing on your task again. Sirius was still looking at you attentively as you continued to paint his waterline. “Aren’t you gonna try and guess again?” 

“I’ve only got one try left.” 

“And you’re not planning to use it?” 

“I am… just– I want to… think it thoroughly.” 

“You know, you could just tell me whatever your wish is.” 

“It wouldn’t be the same thing,” he retorted. “You should also do Remus’ man liner since he’s going to be a pirate.” 

“I’m not sure he’d like it…” you said, a little insecure about it. 

“I think he would, we should tell him,” he said, very sure of himself. “Hey, Remus!” 

“Mmmm?” the mentioned boy asked from the sofa, where he was arranging some more cauldrons filled with treats. 

“Come over! Will ya?” 

Remus turned to the boy, gave him a look like he did not want to move, but stood up and walked up to the two of you. 

“You’re up next,” Sirius informed him.

“For what?” 

“(Y/N) is doing your manliner.” 

“If you want to…” you added. Finally separating from Sirius since you had finished, smiling at how handsome your boyfriend looked. 

“It’s for your costume.” Sirius said, “It won’t be finished without it.” He then stood up and placed Remus right on the chair in front of yours.

Remus just took a deep breath as he stared at his friend, before turning to look at you, expectantly. 

“You sure you’re ok with it?” You asked, with a little frown. There it was again, the concern and care you always seemed to show Remus, the same concern and care that had his heart fluttering from how close you were standing to him. From how close both Sirius and you were to him, in fact. 

He cleared his throat and nodded, and you leaned closer to him, grabbing his face just as carefully as you had grabbed Sirius’. His skin was a lot softer than you’d imagined, you unintentionally brushed your fingers over one of his scars, but Remus didn’t flinch, which surprised him, since he usually detested when people did it. In fact, he remembered a particular time when he was making out with a boy and he snapped at him for touching his face. 

“Look up at me Rem,” you told him softly, he complied, looking at you through his lashes, Sirius was right next to you, Remus could see his satisfied expression from the corner of his eyes. You finally leaned in, and started to glide the pencil over his lower lashes. You somehow ended up focusing on his eyes, how they had these little specks of amber tones in them, they were bigger, and somewhat softer than Sirius’, very doe-like, in fact. “Tell me if it hurts,” you added later. Remus was nothing like Sirius, the latter would make a fuzz if you pricked him on the eye accidentally. Remus, on the other hand, he’d probably endure it without even wincing. He nodded, and you had to quickly pull the eye pencil away from his face. “But don’t move!” you admonished, grabbing his face a little more sternly now. 

“M’sorry,” he mumbled. 

“What do you think (Y/N)’s costume’s gonna be?” Sirius, who was still very close to the two of you, attentively watching the way you lined Remus’ waterline, asked. He seemed pretty content, falling to notice you were standing so much closer to Remus than you had been to Tom.

“You haven’t guessed yet?” Remus asked, a diverted smile playing on his lips “That’s unfortunate for you.” 

“MOONY!” He whined, “I asked you to help me choose, not to make fun of me.” Remus shrugged. “She said she’s not gonna be a princess, or a mermaid, also not an alien, or an astronaut, from what I asked yesterday. Mmmm.. and she also said she wasn’t dressing as a superhero, though I’m sure she’d look great as Wonder Woman.” 

“Who would’ve thought Sirius would be into costumes…” you teased. Remus instantly chuckled, but it took a little longer for Sirius to understand the joke. 

“Hey! I’m not– I– I just want my prize!” 

“Well then guess by yourself, If Remus guesses for you, he gets your prize.” 

Sirius gasped “You wouldn’t.” 

“I so would,” you teased again. Then pulled back from Remus “There we go,” you smiled at your work, slowly letting your fingers glide over his skin as you pulled them away from his face, Remus really did work that man liner out.

“Damn, mate!” Sirius said as Remus stood, looking up at him “You look absolutely dashing, and you don’t even have the rest of your costume on.” 

“He’s right,” you nodded “Remus’ getting bitches tonight.” 

Remus gave you a reproachful look, but nodded, “I think everything’s pretty much handled already.” 

You saw Tom walk down from the stairs in a puffy shirt and a dark green vest. He’d brushed his curls back, only one gently falling on his forehead, he was definitely working that vampire costume. 

You approached him quickly “Tom! It’s brilliant you’re ready. Deal with everything while we go change, yeah?” 

He nodded, and then smiled mischievously. “I’ll go find the potion, I probably left it somewhere when I dropped all the candies on Beth’s Sweets Table.” 

You raised your eyebrows “Just don’t down it all in one go. Save some for the rest of us.” He winked as an answer. “Tom’s taking care of this, we can go change,” You said, turning to Remus and Sirius, who were just a couple steps behind you. 

Sirius approached Tom first, and handed the eyeliner over “Your eyeliner.” He said icily. 

“Thanks for borrowing it,” Remus added politely afterwards, feeling like he wanted to punch Sirius for being such an idiot to Tom. You clearly weren’t interested in the boy, in fact, anyone would tell him how head over heels you were for him, but he had such a thick head he dared to be jealous. Maybe it was from how much hair he had.

Tom, being Tom, just smiled, almost mischievously. “No problem, you both look smashing, by the way…” He then eyed the taller boy up and down “Remus,” he said with a nod, before walking away to the centre of the room.

You frowned slightly at the exchange, remembering Tom’s words: “You’d be surprised, most of them hide it quite well though, you wouldn’t expect it.” Would it be possible that Remus was also-

You felt a hand press to the small of your back, “let’s go, love,” Sirius said, as he pushed you up the stairs.

“Uh.. yeah sure,” you said, allowing Sirius to guide you, turning your head back towards the front. 

 “Are you gonna be a lady knight?” He asked as you walked up the spiral staircase, Remus trailing behind just a little.

You shook your head “But that would’ve been a brilliant idea!” 

“Well, you’d certainly look great in silver armour,” He replied with a little smirk. You playfully shoved him off as you rolled your eyes. 

“Will you be… a prisoner from Azkaban?” 

“I would look great in those white and blue stripes, wouldn’t I?” He teased confidently “But no… I’m not gonna be that!” 

You sighed “We both lose then. What was your wish?” 

“I’ll tell you later,” he said with a wink. Eventually, you parted ways, waving a hand as the boys walked toward their rooms while you walked to yours.  

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It's first time ever I post something on Tumblr and I probably won't do it ever again, but this idea kinda stuck with me, so here you go, dp x dc prompt.

Danny is on a family trip in some hero adjacent city (preferably not Gotham, as much as I love Batpham fics, let's give others time to shine). It would be a great chance to rest if ghosts knew and respected words "free time." They don't, so he has to constantly fly back and forth between Amity and wherever he is. He doesn't know how to make portals yet, so he spends quite a lot of time on transportation alone, and then he fights and goes back ASAP, because as much as he can always count on Jazz to cover for him and the fact that Fentons aren't most observant, at some point they have to realise if he didn't pop up from time to time.

So now, he is running like a third day without so much as five minutes to sleep, purely on caffeine and spite, just got this okay looking sandwich from petrol station and strongest coffee he could buy and eat/drink in some secluded place (rooftop, abounded building, some really quiet alley, you know), right before he has to return to his family and act like he had nice night sleep and isn't "the Phantom menace" his parents are always threatening to post mortem murder AND THIS RANDOM PIGEON DARES TO TRY TO STEAL HIS FOOD!!!

Yes, he proceeds to yell at the pigeon because ✨️misplaced aggression✨️

He rants about his life right when local hero is near enough to hear him and just is like "You ok kid?"

They're not even too surprised hearing news about ghost (I mean, there is Deadman and also they probably had seen weirder), but still this boy shouldn't be the only one handling it (how old is he anyway, thirteen?). Oh, he isn't alone in it, ok, that's good. He has two friends (without powers or training) and two years older sister and not even his parents are in the know about his hero gig, well that's bad, gotta help him somehow.

From here, there are two ways it can go (at least I thought about these two)

1. Danny let's out one (1) scream of absolute terror and vanishes from the sight (especially if hero is in costume)

2. He proceeds to yell at the hero, because there is so much steam he has to let out and you know ✨️misplaced aggression✨️ once again (probably would work best if chosen hero was in civies, on their way grocery shopping or something)("There is no way this random civilan will belive me I may as well just continue" Danny Fenton, probably)

This is how Justice Legue lears about Amity (maybe because no one in Amity ever called because "Phantom can handle it" and Danny really didn't want to handle possessed heroes, I like this headcannon)

It can also start when Danny screams at someone's pet, but I don't know enough about dc to tell who would fit (I literally know it only from fanfics. This tag fanfics). Like, I know Damian Wayne is supposed to have a thing for animals, there are Klarion with Teekl (though they may not be the ones Danny would like to meet at the moment) and I think Captain Marvel/ Shazam had some connections with a tiger? But like, I don't think Danny would scream at tiger. I don't know, though. I've seen only a few episodes of the show, but he as well could just do it.

Idk, I just really want to see Danny full on screaming at the pigeon. And a hero. Take it from here, I'm really curious how someone who knows more about these fandoms (and English, it's not my mother tongue, I hope my brain hadn't gone "ah yes, it sounds similar, 'day' is how 'they' is supposed to be written" or something like that anywhere in this post) handles it. Who would even fit?

How do I even end post?

Have a great day/night, fellow Tumblr user

[randomideafairy]

Trivia Night - Chapter 6

Fic under the cut just in case you don’t wanna go to Ao3 for it :)

Danny spots the two as he finishes his last question and freezes. Looking at the two converse, he decides that the world hates him and he needs to leave. He gathers his things as fast as possible and gets outta there before they notice, he needs to get to his job, college doesn’t pay for itself after all. Besides, when has ignoring his problems ever backfired on him, nevermind the fact that they know where he works… It's future Danny’s problem.

———

Future Danny hates past Danny, why did he not deal with this earlier? Now he has two stalkers, one of which is really starting to get on his nerves. It’s almost like he’s back in Amity again with only a few differences. He actually has time to do his homework now for one, his house doesn’t actively try to kill him, and he has nowhere to place his misplaced aggression. On the other hand he’s in a city that radiates so much death that it feels like he’s home by the portal, he has his old stalker with an add-on, and with how Gotham is, he wouldn’t be surprised if a billionaire was masquerading a secret identity on the side.

Danny shakes his head, he’s being paid to bartend, not deliberate his life. Besides he was getting off topic, he was shitting on past Danny and his poor choices. Thanks to his past self he has to babysit Wes and his new best friend. Nygma was tolerable before, if only because at the very least he had the common courtesy to keep his infinite questions to himself but now that he met Wes he was asking questions like he was in a speedrun competition and had something to prove.

Lucky Danny learned the true and tried way to get rid of Wes-like stalkers, annoy them until they don’t want to stalk you anymore.

“Are you Wes’ dad?” The two shut their mouths for the first time since they walked into the bar. “What are you talking about Danny! You’ve seen my dad before.” Wes cut in.

“Yeah but I thought we were talking about conspiracy theories so I brought mine up. I mean it could be true, you both have the same red hair thing and the stalking down-“

“We are investigating-“

“-so you gotta suspect if you’re his secret love child”

———

They almost look identical, from their red hair to their know-it-all attitude Jason noted, they were also harassing the cute bartender he’d been meaning to talk to. Jason walked up and grabbed The Riddler, lifting his lanky ass up like he was a boneless puddle of a cat and plopped him down to the side as he sat down right in front of the bartender.

“Hello handsome, I’m Jason. Are these two bothering you?” He asked as he ignored the sputtering besides him.

“Well Mr. Sweet-talker, I’m Danny and we were currently discussing their secret familial background” He replied back as leaned forward onto the bar, “I think Wes is Mr. Nygma’s secret love child”.

Jason smirked.

“Well I’ll be damned, I was thinking the same thing” Jason turned to his men and said, “You guys see it too right?”

His men all agreed to the statement and soon the bar was filled with speculation on the hows and whys on how it could be possible

The Riddler opened his mouth to argue when Harley cut him off.

“Aww Eddie, you got yourself a lil mini-me? Damn does Pengie know?”

“He’s not my k-”

“Are you saying you wouldn't want him as your son?”

“That’s not-”

“Oh, so are ya proud of your kid?”

“He’s not-”

“Not proud?”

“I-”

“I understand, who would want a beanstalk stalker for a son right?”

“SHUT UP, STOP CUTTING ME OFF. He’s a damn good kid and I would be proud to have a kid like him!”

———

Wes was speechless. He didn’t think that Ed thought of him so highly, especially since they had only met a week ago. Maybe his theory that Gotham was secretly a breeding ground for serial adopters was true after all. Bruce Wayne adopted what? 5-6 kids? Not even including his actual kid and all the others that hung out around him-that led him to another theory that they were actually moonlighting as a vigilante group-

“Aren’t you glad Wes?”

Wes could hear the smirk on his dumb face.

“A conspiracy was finally proven correct in your presence”

“Fuck off Danny”

———

Harley be smarter than Ed at times, this be one of the times, he really gotta collect that temper of his, congrats on his adoption ig lol

Here’s a meme I made just for this phic

Sorry for the lack of fic for the past few months, been busy with life, not gonna promise that I’ll write faster but I do have an outline written out for how the story is gonna go (kinda had it written out back in February but my handwriting is pretty awful and it took me a while to find a writing to text app, T^T still had to proofread the heck out of it but at least I have it in my docs now I suppose).

It’s probably gonna be a chapter or two (depending on how long I make the chapters and how vicious the plot bunnies decide to attack me/word vomit that comes thanks to the bunnies) after this one before I end this fic and have any extra ideas that pop up (which are a surprising lot that I just have to build on) be oneshots in the series. Thank you guys for all the love y’all been giving my phics ＼(^o^)／

See y’all in the next one :)

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WHAT ARCANA MY MUSES WOULD BE IF THEY HAD A SOCIAL LINK.

read more-d for the caligula effect 2 spoilers.

Kobato Kazamatsuri: Devil. To be honest, I kind of mulled over The Lovers Arcana or the Magician Arcana for him, but in the end, I feel like Devil suits him best... since well, he is unapologetically horny and is shown to occasionally be selfish/uncooperative.

Gin Noto: The Lovers. I mean, it’s kinda confirmed Gin is already popular with all genders, has canonically dated both men and women in the past, and is implied to have feelings for the female protagonist in The Caligula Effect 2.

Ryuto Tsukishima: Fortune. Pretty self-explanatory, considering Ryuto is considered a prodigy.

Sasara Amiki: Death, but I could see her Social Link being Empress when she was younger. Anyways, considering she’s already getting by in years outside of Redo (aka she’s 86 years old) and has undergone a lot of transformative changes throughout her life, there’s really nothing she regrets or needs to make peace with anymore, which is why I slapped the Death Arcana on her.

Yngwie: Emperor, due to the fact he used to be the captain of his own skyfaring crew and is one of Djeeta/Gran’s strong male allies, but I could also see him being Hanged Man as well.

Herja: Justice, if only because she’s a stoic and reasonable individual most of the time, but I also think Empress would suit her well since she’s the leader of her own mercenary band.

Fang: The Fool, not just because he’s the protagonist of his own game, but The Fool represents ‘care-free, bohemian spirits’ and are noted for their ability to see the good in everyone, which can set them up to be taken advantage of. To be honest, I think this describes him pretty well, because after seeing how death impacts the people who are left behind, Fang tried to recruit Zenke (who is pretty much a violent sadist) into his party, only for it to later backfire on him.

Galdo Garzuom: Magician Arcana, because he’s the first male friend Fang has ever befriended and is your typically perverted male character. I also personally headcanon him and Fang to be best friends, to the point where they can be considered brothers from a different mother.

Akira Kijima: Chariot, due to the fact he can be aggressive and hotheaded if provoked. He also went through hell and back, just to achieve his goal of winning Kakuya’s games and rescuing Ami along with the people closest to him.

Kakeru Hasegawa: Hierophant, since he fits the common archetype of being an older character obsessed with the past.

Rana: Faith, due to how it represents belief in others and one self, religion, or science, but reversed, it can also represent blind faith misplaced in something that does not deserve trust... which fits Rana to a T.

[harrison-abbott]

Wake up at seven. 7 p.m. and not a.m.; sleeping habit becoming overly erratic. But barely ever feel tired. Light outside on a pink tinge, a douse of dusk. Head up to the supermarket. Three boys in their teens walking up the woody path. They see me and call me some famous name I don’t recognise and snarl “Halloa Halloa,” Charles Dickens style save without the grace. Walk up the path. Haven’t showered in days. Things like dreams and imagination have been misplaced of late. Not locked up, but with the lid closed. Have to figure out a way to open new boxes … only have to find out where they are first. It’ll be my big brother’s 36th birthday in a few hours. None of the clan are getting younger. Just as in the air there is the nonchalant threat of autumn, the hues changing in the trees and a boost of Celsius unlikely. I doan mind. What I do need to do is experience more vitamin D from the sun. And perhaps communicate with people a bit more regularly – as I’ve barely seen anybody in days. My friend hasn’t been on messenger in days, well, for a day and a half, and such is my go-to inclination that I fret something may have happened to him, some thing bad. But – he’s the kinda fellow that doesn’t attract violence; a car crash or a stabbing. Some folks, like me, do be a magnet for aggression. ^ Just like those kids a few minutes back who raged at me. Some folks like my mate will probably live long and harmlessly. Perhaps I should tryn be more like them. I get out of the wooded path. The car park outside is bathed in sepia and I imagine the sparse cars and gaps in between them bespeaking of some setting for a story. Post-disaster or pre-festival … hmm, some kind of atmosphere for a shady meeting between men at night. Or maybe a lone psychotic’s stopped here for some provisions before leaving the city – the bypass being just a mile down the road from here, the border/exit of the entire town. See? There are wisps of imagery; little morsels of fantasia … but I’ve been unable to link them all together in a big book, of late. Or rather, I have to come up with a proper spark to make the debris explode. My hair’s greasy. And too long – keep having to wipe the coil by the forehead to the side. Whence inside the supermarket I weave in a trance and most of the workers are young and skinny with milky arms. There’s a silly 80s pop song bleeping on the tannoids above. I’m glad I’m not making that old, deranged trip to the alcohol section. And that I don’t seem set for the turnpike to terminal disease just yet. There’s me thinking of death again. I pick up some cherry tomatoes and an onion. As I leave I pass the newspaper stall – and on the front page of all of them is the mugshot of a child serial killer who has just been sent to jail for the rest of her life without parole. Out into the warm air with a glimmer of chilliness. A breeze blows a Styrofoam cup across the cement … the seagulls circle fifty yards above, interested in the bins for when the shop shuts … two other kids zoom by on one of those E-scooter things, one holding the driver by the back. Those things weren’t invented in my day. I wouldn’t have the nerve to drive one of them now, as a 30 year old. Would probably fall off. They look dangerous as Hell.

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Katsuki being jealous of another man by you, and denies he’s jealous, but eventually gives in when you cuddle him and he relaxes and is pouty about his petty actions? If you cannot do that’s fine, but I love your writings as always you are so underrated. Like you literally leave me wanting more 😠🔪 have a great day babes!

you are my fav person in the whole world ilysm and tysm for your support and help in my early days here !!! AGGRESSIVE APPRECIATION RAAHHHH !!!!! hope you like this and happy early bday lovely ! ♥

warnings. nsfw at the end, lil angst, language

details. afab!reader, aged up characters, reader has nulling quirk (not important), angst and fluff and smut, monoma being a nuisance, bakugou being a nuisance, emotionally stunted bakugou, petty highschool couple bs, cuddling, bakugou being obsessed with tits, 2.8k words

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You hated joint practical assessments with Class 1A and 1B. Especially with the gigantic monitor overhead, showcasing everyone's best and worst moments. Why was it necessary to watch others go through their tests? It was going to be responsible for your soon-to-be hearing loss, as your beloved, classy partner screamed at his middle school sweetheart to--

"GET OFF YOUR ASS, DEKU! GET UP, GET THE FUCK UP!"

It was like watching a middle-aged man spill popcorn all over his own living room because he was screaming too fervidly at the football game on television. The voice cracks were really the icing on top.

There were thankfully other impassioned classmates also yelling at Midoriya's beat-up face on the screen, helping dull the bite of his tantrum, as if he could possibly hear their lackluster advice and/or insults. In a way, it was nice seeing him so concerned for his old friend, wanting him to succeed so badly that he was spraying spit all over the row of 1B students in front of you.

Class 1-A was losing, which yes, was disappointing, but there were still three matches to go. Midoriya was not a deciding factor big enough to warrant Bakugou's severely misplaced rage.

"Aaah," A familiar, slimy voice cozied up to you, an arm slung casually around your shoulders, and Monoma's sly grin came into view on the opposite side from where Bakugo was standing.

"Class 1-A, once again, proves for us that 1-B is the more... sophisticated class, hm?"

"Get off of her."

Speaking of severely misplaced rage: Before you could shrug him off, he was wrenched violently back. Shoes scraped the ground and clothes were ripped, as two blond boys struggled, shouting for a second-- one out of fear, the other dead set on blowing him to pieces.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET OFF."

The smaller of the two would've been thrown straight onto the concrete if his torn uniform wasn't clutched so tightly in the other's hand.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WON'T BLAST YOU TO HELL RIGHT NOW?! WHO RAISED YOU?!"

You quickly looked to Kirishima for an ounce of reassurance. He usually was the only one who could get close enough to an irate Bakugou and either not get hit, or be able to sustain the consequent collateral damage. Unfortunately, you found that he was just as geared up for a fight. Arms were hardened, a knock-off shitty grin across his face, standing immediately behind the human megaphone.

"Oh, you picked the wrong fucking day, bro," The look on his face was nothing short of eager.

This was ridiculous. They were like a bully pair in a shitty old Christmas movie.

Easy fix, on your part. While he was distracted in the middle of his screaming match with Monoma, the thumb and ring finger of one hand slid onto the bare slick, skin of Bakugou's bicep. You watched him struggle against the Quirk's nulling effects, and get a little paler with accompanying nausea. You shot a warning glance to Kirishima. He softened up right away but didn't look too happy about it.

"I hate it when you do that," He snapped at you.

How contradictory. In the middle of a fight he starts because he was jealous, he speaks to you like a dog. Was he actually jealous, or did he just want an excuse to stay angry?

It came out so smooth, so easily, you couldn't react right away to humble him. The downright disrespectful expression he gave you recycled back to his victim's face. He was already halfway through threatening to kick Monoma's ass -the old-fashioned way- before you could even begin to think of something hurtful in return.

That was for the best. Students from 1-A and 1-B alike were watching, some looking for teacher interference and being disappointed there were none with you. It was short-staffed today and the ones that were here were occupying the practice field as safeties.

You walked away. The only sensible option after that was to sit with people not affiliated with him and try to get into a better headspace to start your match coming up. If he was going to hurt Monoma, he'd suffer the consequences of his actions without you being any part of it.

With assessments performed in the morning, this gave you the entire day to brush his efforts off, which grew increasingly more desperate in number and content.

When Aizawa broke the class into small discussions, he tried speaking to you for the first time since that morning.

"D'you finish the Defense assignment?" He muttered, not looking at you.

As you picked up your textbook, you gave a quiet, "Yeah," and moved to join a different group for discussions.

At lunch, he sat with you, and while you couldn't bring yourself to move anywhere else, you didn't share anything with him like usual. He was eyeing your food like he wanted to trade but didn't test the waters. Kirishima would speak exclusively to him, but it was quiet and sparse, like if he spoke any louder he'd set off a bomb.

When you were dismissed for the day, you didn't join him to walk to the dorms and train. Instead, you left with a group to go grab some coffee and 'study.'

Yet, all they wanted to talk about was that morning, so it wasn't as sobering as you intended it to be at first, but when the conversation topics inevitably changed to more digestible gossip, you began to feel a smidge better for the first time that day.

That is, until an inevitable message caught your attention.

KB: You did really well on your assessment

After another hour out, the group decided it was time to go back to the dorms, and on the way there, you kept your eyes on your phone. He must've missed you more than you gave him credit for.

A knock on the door broke you out of a locked stare you had on your unanswered messages. You tried not to make any assumptions as to who it could be as you crossed your room, but still couldn't help but feel disappointed that it wasn't Bakugou.

Still, Kirishima's face was not a welcome guest at the moment.

You kept it short. "What?"

"Can I- uh, come in?" He laughed, to keep it light, but quieted himself when you stepped aside and didn't return his energy.

He cleared his throat. It was clear he'd been with Bakugou a while; he smelled like him.

"He wanted me to tell you that he's really sorry about how he handled this morning."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Were these the tactics he felt you were deserving of? What was wrong with these little boys? Was this elementary school?

"'Handled' referring to how he completely took over a situation that I already had under control? Then snapped at me? Right."

"And he's real sorry about it, you know he didn't mean to yell at you--," He made the mistake of assuming he was safe from this bigger-picture issue and leaned on your stuff.

"You didn't do a damn bit of help with that, did you?" You reminded him.

Shameful, ruby eyes pointed down to the floor, his jaw tightened, and he lifted his hand from your desk chair, uncomfortable now that he was in the hot seat. His reassurance to Bakugou all day that he did the right thing by being 'protective' and 'manly' was extremely misguided and you didn't have the patience at the moment to explain how he was wrong.

"Sending a messenger to do his dirty work," You scoffed, "If he wants to solve anything, he can come and see me himself."

Kirishima was pissing you off more just by being in your space. Now you didn't want to look at him anymore, so you pointed to the door with a quiet, "Just get out."

It was baffling how dense those two could be when they put their heads together for long enough. They acted like middle school boys so often, especially with the indirect communication, that you wondered if they'd ever emotionally mature past petty jealousy, emotional outbursts, and 'he told me to tell you blah blah blah.'

Now with an empty, quiet room to glance around, you took a big breath with your hands on your hips. Your eyes landed on the bathroom door.

A shower was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of the events of today and recalibrate your mind.

A little hot water was all it took to calm you down, clear your head, and remind you of what was worth getting worked up about. Short answer: Literally nothing. Nothing and nobody should be living in your head rent-free, stressing you out, or giving you wrinkles. Especially not some guy you knew would be groveling for you to forgive him.

Your skin and hair care routine hit particularly different tonight with that alluring thought. Bakugou always did look best when he was apologetic.

Before you could get two steps out of your bathroom, a surprise guest made you emit an embarrassing yelp-- Bakugou was on his phone, reclining back in your desk chair.

"Get- get out!" You cursed yourself for screwing that demand up and tightened the towel around your body.

He glanced up, not-so-subtly trailing his eyes down your legs, and muttered a monotone, "You said I needed to come and see you myself."

"Are you insane? I could've been naked!"

"Well, get dressed and let's talk," He sighed, exasperated.

It would've been hard to catch for most, but this was the best tone he could possibly conjure up in order to not piss you off. It was still harsh by average standards -demanding and bitchy, even- but for him, it was like he put a little 'please' at the end.

You made him turn around so you could pull on a shirt and shorts. He mumbled something bratty about how he's already seen everything.

It earned, "You don't get to see me right now."

His reaction had to be stifled. Being aggressive was what got him here, so he had to control himself. But God, did the thought of you changing behind him remind him that he needed to make this right.

"Okay," You let him know it was safe to turn around and stood in front of him, expectant, "You start."

He had you at the beginning.

However, the longer he went on, it became clear that he had some type of elaborate script in his head, possibly co-authored by Kirishima, in an effort to appease you and smooth tensions over as much as possible, as quickly as possible. It was a mess of 'sorry for a,b,c,d,e... I'll do better next time' and was the least sincere thing you had ever heard.

"That was sad, Katsuki. Seriously."

Flabberghasted his agglomeration of I'm Sorry didn't work on your impossible feminine sensitivities, his calm demeanor cracked and he threw his hands up to rub his face.

You had to guide him through this process if anything was going to happen. "How do you really feel? I don't care if you don't think I'll like it, just be honest."

His head turned to the side. He bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm confused. I thought you'd like me standing up for you."

The chair waved back and forth while he continued his honesty, "But you didn't. And it pisses me off because I don't know what you want from me."

When you opened your mouth to respond, he hastily added, "And I feel bad about snapping at you. Shouldn't have... shouldn't have done that."

"Okay," You breathed. That wasn't so bad.

Bakugou avoided your eyes while you cleared up his confusion in the evenest tone you could muster. "I do like you standing up for me. But you didn't need to get physical with Monoma just because he touched me."

"Fuck, it's- a compliment!" He laughed as if it was obvious.

"Picking fights and screaming is a compliment?" You crossed your arms.

His pretty face worked hard. For such an intelligent guy, anything to do with his own emotions took him for an amusingly long loop. Veiny hands gripped the chair and his thumbs tapped.

He struggled to explain himself, expressive hands flying around. "I just... I was already so pissed and Monoma can just suck a bag of dicks, so... when he--,"

Bakugou was getting himself worked up all over again, remembering the way somebody else was leaning all over you, how close his face was to yours. You grew sympathetic, less tense all over, as you found genuine worry start to crack through his frustration.

With a sigh, you set your arms down and embraced him, "C'mere."

It didn't take long for him to melt against you, the side of his head squished firm in the middle of your chest as he calmed, listening to your heartbeat.

"It's so easy getting mad about that stuff," He admitted, "'m always... I dunno, ready to blow someone's head off. Now I got you."

Big, red eyes looked up at you briefly, then embarrassed, he lowered his face back into the safety of your body.

Your hands caressed his head, thumbs rubbing out some tense spots along his hairline, "That sounds exhausting."

"Feels pretty good actually," He informed you and leaned into your gentle massage.

In a way, you could imagine the freedom of letting loose so much that you could just scream obscenities and threaten whomever you wanted because you didn't care, but the difference is that his attention was more moment-to-moment. Which, in hindsight, must've made the entire day quite grueling to get through.

"I didn't like the way he put his hands on you." He muttered into your chest.

Two warm palms under your shirt crossed in the center of your back and gave a firm grip to your sides, making you grimace at how close he forced you to him at such an awkward angle.

Nonetheless, you pet the straight, spiky strands on his head in side-to-side motions. His warm, steady breath on your bicep tickled.

You reminded him gently, "You don't like it when anyone touches me."

One hand slipped out of your shirt to squeeze your arm to his mouth. He sucked a slow kiss into it, then after admiring his mark on the otherwise blank canvas, went in for another. Maybe if he covered you in enough bites and bruises, nobody would have the audacity to make him jealous anymore.

For a moment, you tried to pull your arm away, still not done with your conversation, but he snaked his arms around you once more and stood up, "'Cuz your mine," buzzing against your temple, as he carried you over to your bed.

A sigh was muffled against the top of his head as he trapped you underneath him, face going straight for the unrestricted plush give of your chest. He notoriously hated your bras. Would burn them all, if only he knew where you kept them.

"Heavy ass," You groaned, prying your arms from underneath his weight to rub his shoulders and neck, "You don't see me getting mad about girls getting close to you."

One of his hands dove up your shirt through your unobstructed side and slipped over one of your breasts to play with. He chuckled against the other, "Girls don't screw with me."

You hated how right he was. He didn't exactly sell himself on charm and charisma. Everything about him was enough to scare most women off. He was an explosive, feral little demon. But as unhinged as he was, he loved you, wanted you, cherished you. He just showed it in unconventional ways.

"Missed you..." He mumbled against the bunched-up fabric.

A very amused chuckle fell from your lips at his pouty demeanor. It seemed like he could only be this vulnerable when he was physically distracting you. His hand fell to the side to position his thumb directly over your perky bud, eyes studying his own tap-tap-tapping until he felt you tug on the back of his head.

He took a big huffy breath, "'m sorry for being such a jealous ass."

Teeth and tongue were on your skin, lazily, apologetically devouring the one breast he chose to focus on. You assumed he was alluding to him blowing up at you.

You emitted a sharp hum and relaxed your head back on your pillow, "At least-- Mmn, you admit it."

He switched, finally, with a good final kiss to your sensitive lil friend, and lifted your thighs so you could lock them comfortably around his waist. In his adjustment, he pushed up the rest of your shirt, deemed it useless, and slipped it off.

Your mind was cloudy with the swirling mix of just the right amount of cuddly and sexy chemicals. Bakugou apologized, admitted he was wrong, and was being far too cute with your tits in his mouth.

"Aah- just--mn, don't do it again," You warned.

He hummed obediently against you and smiled at the needy squeeze he got around his middle.

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10 FAVORS I ASK OF YOU.

⚠️ WARNING⚠️; mentions of death and violence. (No beta we die like teppei)

Pairing; Xiao x ghost! Reader

AN; this was an impulsive decision and mostly self indulgent because i was craving some Xiao.

SUMMARY; when Xiao moves into his new apartment and meets something unexpected.

Xiao has had enough of his roommates shenanigans.

Always partying, drinking, and bringing home random strangers from clubs, and throwing trash everywhere, it disturbed his peace so he tried voicing his concerns to his roommate but he was just ignored.

Clearly being polite definitely didn't work and being passive aggressive didn't go through their tough skull either.

So he decided to move out.

Hu Tao overheard his muttering about his roommates and suggested he should move in the apartment that was a few blocks away from campus.

At first Xiao was a bit skeptical of Hu Tao's offer, because of her reputation of being mischievous and being a prankster, but he quickly dismissed those thoughts, because he didn't really have another choice if he wanted to get away from the hell hole he lived in.

Turns out the place wasn't that bad.

The rent was cheap and the landlady was a nice old woman living with her cat.

The apartment itself looked a bit worn down, clearly hasn't been maintained in a while but still decent enough for a person to live in.

After a few weeks, Xiao finally settles down in his new apartment. He finally has his own personal space or should i say he finally has some peace and quiet. But after a few days, a new problem arises.

At first, he thought it was just normal occurrences like his pen suddenly goes missing, his erasers, papers or other common things on your daily life that disappear for no reason.

But it gets much more annoying when his shoes kept getting misplaced where he's sure he put it in the shoe rack,

and his clothes that he stored properly in his wardrobe are strewn carelessly around his room.

He just shakes his head in annoyance, and start to pick up the mess to clean it.

Most of these things were just insignificant problems, it's not like it actually hurt him or anything, but it sure was annoying.

He could tolerate it up to a certain point until one day he just couldn't take it anymore...

After a week being busy without taking a proper rest. Xiao finally arrived home. He put down his belongings on the couch and headed straight to his room to take a shower. After taking a long shower, he checks his phone (lol no one chatted him my boy is emo and has no friends /j) .

Its 7 pm, he hasn't had dinner yet. He goes to the kitchen and put his phone down on the counter.

He opens the fridge and looks for the almond tofu he bought a few days ago, it's gone? He cocked his head in confusion. Where did i put it then... Asking himself. He opens the cabinets and its not there either.

He's pretty sure he put it in the fridge no one else could've taken it, his face darkens unless it was-

A rustling noise breaks him out of his stupor. Xiao is a bit pissed(you sure that its a bit???) that someone stole his almond tofu and that he might have an idea who stole it. He shakes his head before he gets too distracted, he needs to find out who keeps messing with his things and why they do it.

Slowly following the source of the sound, making sure he's quiet so the thing or person making the noise isn't aware of his presence. The sound leads him to the living room, he can see a shadowy figure behind the couch. He can see that it's...

It's eating his tofu.

Angered.

Xiao picks up his bat (dont ask why its there), creeping towards the figure, and getting ready to swing.

It suddenly turned around surprised that he noticed them and Xiao is also surprised that it suddenly faced him so he accidentally swung his bat towards it (SIR EXCUSE ME YOU JUST COMMITED MURDERRJRJR???!????).

The plate smashed against the ground, and the almond tofu is splattered on the cold hard surface of the floor.

" AH FUCK!" You exclaim. "You could've hit me you moron!"

Xiao drops his bat, face slackened. He was sure he hit a person but- Why did the bat go through them???

You stand up and brush the nonexistent dust off your arms, but Xiao grabs them before you could walk away.

"You," A confused noise leaves your lips by being pulled back harshly.

" Who are you and what are you exactly?" Xiao asks, gritting teeth.

"Oh-! I'm y/n and I'm just passing through, hahaha.." you chuckle awkwardly, while scratching your cheek and look to the side to avoid looking guilty.

"and I'm a reeeally busy person, so i have to go now goodbye~" you try to run away but Xiao's grip on you tightens,

"I asked what you are not some bullshit excuse." He growls, amber eyes glowing dangerously.

"Ok ok, I'll explain!!" You exclaim, looking terrified because of what Xiao might do to you.

Xiao loosens his grip and drops you on the floor. You sigh for the rough treatment, so you sit up and start explaining,

"So basically i am what you call an apparition,"

Xiao raises his eyebrow and crosses his arms, unamused about what this idiot is talking about.

"I'm basically a spirit, a ghost, a poltergeist or whatchamacallit," you take a peak at him while playing with your hands.

"..."

"Could you please be a bit more responsive, you're a bit terrifying ya know!" You whine,

" So what you're saying is that..." He sighs, rubbing his fingers between his eyebrows, "You're a ghost" he points at you and you nod.

"Get out."

"huh?"

"I said get out!" Xiao yells his patience thinning,

You stand up facing Xiao as you put your hands on your waist and you huff "Look here Mr. Grumpy ass, I would love to do what you just said but I lived here first!"

"This place was literally empty before I moved in!"

" I lived here a few years before that, didn't you hear from the landlady that someone used to live here?"

"I couldn't care less, so I didn't ask."

" ugh, you're so annoying,"

"And you're pissing me off."

"tch, even if I wanted to leave this place, I can't."

" What do you mean you can't, Do you not know how to open a door?" He scoffs at you,"

You gape at him offended," OF COURSE I KNOW HOW TO OPEN A DOOR BUT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!" You try smacking him but he just scowls and swats your hand.

"What did you mean then?"

"I can't leave this apartment,"

" The door is right there, you said you could open it or just pass through it if you're feeling a bit transparent," Xiao motions towards the door

You roll your eyes, "I physically can. not. leave this place even if I liked it or not,"

"You literally don't have a body. "

" yeah I don't, but lets just say ghosts with grudges can't leave the place they were last in. "

" That makes me want to ask another question,"

"yeah ask away."

" How did I touch you earlier, If you're actually whatever you say you are explain how," He questions you, " Hmm... " You hum, mulling over his question for a few seconds,

"I actually have no idea."

He stares at you incredulously mentally saying seriously?? " I'm seriously not surprised that you're a dead person when you're like this."

You glare at him, "And you don't respect the dead, no wonder you have no friends."

" I don't need friends, especially if they see the 'thing' I'm living with." He scoffs,

"Yeah too bad, but this 'thing' is gonna be stuck with you for a loo~ng time." You stretch out your hands with the o.

"If you're gonna be here freeloading, then you better clean your mess up." He points at the broken table, the smashed plates and the floor tofu.

"nu uh, you literally did that mess when you saw me peacefully eating there" you walk to the couch and plop on it.

"you were eating my almond tofu you dipshit how could I not get mad."

"just buy a new one its that easy"

That's how he got stuck with an another annoying roommate.

After the whole ordeal he just wanted to go to sleep, so he cleaned up the mess quickly and he went inside his room. He plops bed trying to forget everything that happened, and luckily he passes out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next day, he woke up early but he didn't get up from his bed yet.

Checking his phone. Its 6am, he still has a few more hours before his classes start. He scrolls on his phone a bit more but his thoughts start drifting to what happened last night.

Or specifically a person, so he gets up and goes to the living room to check if they're still there. There's no one on the couch and the things are tidy as if nothing happened yesterday.

He shakes his head, it must've been hallucinating because he was so tired. So he starts getting ready for the day.

He walks towards the door, getting his keys and jacket. After making sure he's got everything he needs he puts his shoes on and walks outside the door.

On the way to the parking lot, he sees a familiar shadow but he ignores it, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him again. He hops on his motorcycle, driving to his campus.

It's lunch time but Xiao wasn't gonna eat again(bro you better eat to stay healthy, how r u gonna be my husband when you die of fatigue and starvation 😟😟😟😟).

He was staying in the almost empty library, sitting by the table on the back that was hidden by bookshelves so that its less likely that people could bother him.

Typing away on his laptop, trying to focus on his assignment so he doesn't think about what happened yesterday- but the chair in front of him suddenly scrapes from the floor, making him look up. There was no one in front of him and he looks around but there was no one there. Weird... He says in his thoughts.

He tries to go back to work , but before he could,

"What are you doing? Hmm?" You blow on his ears, while standing behind him.

Xiao yelps from surprise, his face reddens like a tomato because of the attack on his sensitive ears (haha do what you want with that info) , almost rupturing his ear by slapping it too hard. He looks up, seeing you the ghost from last night!

You grin devilishly, seeing Xiao's flustered face and chuckle a little because he was so cute.

"Urgh, it's you." He groans seeing you. He covers his face trying to calm himself down from the initial surprise.

"Yep! It's me your favorite ghost ever~" you hum happily

"More like the only ghost I know" he removes his hand and faces you.

"Yeah yeah you really know the ways to burst my bubble" you pout at him.

Seeing you here was something Xiao didn't expect and it didn't add up with the information he remembers from the incident last night.

"How are you here anyway," He narrows his gold eyes at you. "Didn't you say you could t get out of the apartment, even if you could why did you follow me?"

"oh~ i knew you'd ask about that." You sit on the table and cross your legs. " So basically, i can go outside when you go outside."

"So you were just lying to me yesterday."

"shush, I'm just getting to that part!" you out your finger on his lips. He smacks it away so you bring back your hand to your side.

"Here's the fun part! I can only follow you and can't go anywhere else 5 meters away from you."

"how exactly can you follow me outside," he sighs

"you ask a lot of questions you know! But you're in luck, because i love answering questions about me!" you put your hand on your chin making a thinking pose." if i had to guess, its probably because you're connected to apartment because you're its new owner."

"..." Xiao stays quiet, thinking about what you just said. You being a mischievous person, decide to tease him more.

"So what I'm saying is..." You hold his face pulling it closer to you, his eyes widening. while you lean down on him, breaths mingling. "You're my property now." You pull away and boop his nose.

Xiao is so flustered and his face is probably on fire. You giggle at his cute expression and decide to kiss his forehead to fluster him more.

Luckily he dodges your lips, covering your face with his callused hands (makes out with Xiao's hand 🥴🥴🥵🥵🥵), regaining his senses. "Why didn't you just stay back in the apartment then?"

" I've been stuck in that place for so many years, you expect me not to go outside for a walk?"

"What are you a fucking dog? You need someone to put you on a leash and take you out on a walk?" He jabs at you.

You frown at his statement and you both bicker back and forth until you got tired and just yelled.

"Fine!" You stomped " If you want me gone that bad then you have to do 10 things for me or else ill be bothering you for the rest of your boring mortal life! "

Xiao thinks about his options carefully, and reluctantly agrees because he just wants his peace and quiet.

"fine." Accepting defeat.

"really you'll agree to it?!" Your eyes sparkle with excitement.

"as long as you don't make me do something weird or else I'm kicking you out"

You clearly ignore the last thing he said. Hopping off the table so you could dance giddily around the table.

Xiao sighs worriedly 'what have I gotten myself into... '

AN; some things might not make sense and look very rushed because this is a 2 week old idk draft and i just tried writing most of it at 3am. Enjoy reading whatever this is im passing out good bye.

[jiminrings]

I REQUEST A SOFT BADBOY DRABBLE WITH SHY READER AND HES TEASING HER BUT SOMEONE ELSE JOIMS IN AND THEYRE DOING IT TO BE MEAN BUT HES LIKE STFU BEFORE I PUMCH UR FACE ONLY IM ALLOWED TO BULLY SHY READER GRR 😡😡😡😡 and soft readers like 0.o but *squeals incoherently* 😭😭😭😭

last name, jeon.

drabble week: day two

drabble week masterlist

pairing: badboy!jungkook x shy!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "can't you tell that i really don't want you to be here?"

notes: a tiny change on the plot!! also: frat boy!jimin from day four makes an appearance :D

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

“do you wanna form-“

... yes

you DO have an alliance with jungkook

it's a very fair trade honestly

he pretends to be your boyfriend!! there's no specific boundaries to it, but he springs into action as soon as you're put into an inconvenience

in exchange, you whore him out to your friends!!! :D

no but literally that's how he called it

the whole reason this came to be in the first place is because you hATE confrontation with a burning passion

especially when it comes to those "i have a crush on you" moments that people spring on you all of a sudden

you don't like them back!!! that's the truth!!! but the problem is that you aLWAYS feel guilty letting people down

you obviously don't have the obligation to like someone back just because you sit next to them in class :// IT'S JUST IN YOUR NATURE TO FEEL THAT WAY

you wouldn't get into a relationship with said confessor to ease your guilt, clearly

do you plan on denying their advances? yes

but hOW????

you always take the passive-aggressive approach

you get jungkook to carry your bag and hold your hand, walk in front of said person and pretend not to see them, jungkook makes sURE to put some snide eye contact in there aaaaand the whole ordeal is finished :D

you've managed to let someone down slowly without having to speak to them in-person!!!

jungkook comes more handy than that too

you take him when you want to eat out because you're too anxious to eat alone

you take him when you want to go somewhere in which lining up is essential and you're also too anxious to stand by yourself

you take him when you want to go shopping when there's a sale but you're almost always intimidated by the barrage of people and salespeople so he asks and answers the questions for you

jungkook, in hindsight, is the perfect fake boyfriend for you <3

ALSO jungkook wants something from you

"whore me out to the girls from the families your family's friends with, and it's a deal :D"

that alliance and exchange is going pretty well so far

you mAY be on the more-reserved side but that doesn't mean you're self-aware!!!

you know that your parents are loaded and your shy nature could be somehow chalked to that since you didn't really have anyone that wasn't as non-superficial as you'd like, since they were the overprotective helicopter two-rotor seven-blade parents :(((

jungkook, however, is the only constant you have in your formula

you've known him since childhood and have been friends ever since

his mom's your mom's personal assistant, and one day when mrs. jeon couldn't find a babysitter for jungkook, your mom didn't hesitate to let four-year old jungkook come with her to work

jungkook's your fIRST actual friend that hates gold spoons with you because of how tacky they look :-) he's your emotional support person basically

your emotional support person who was sO close to running late from picking you up during his free day >:( you were about to break into a sprint if he arrived a second later, because you managed to spot a jock coming to you from the corner of your eye awhile ago

You Do Not Like Him <3

"and i even changed into a short-sleeved shirt to ward off your suitors. how romantic of me, don't you think?"

now that he mentions it, it's only now when you can drink him in in full-display

... wow

his right arm's the only one with his tattoos while his left's completely blank, but something about the balance just makes you !!!!!!!! even more

his arm's not completely covered but it was coming to be, something about the blank spaces of skin that are yet to be inked being a nice touch

"very romantic, kook."

now tHAT'S the answer he wanted to hear

he forcibly on your helmet for you to showcase, your grunts of annoyance being drowned out by whistling

(he's even looking left and right and making eye contact with anyone who has their eyes landing on you!!!!)

your cheeks smushed is a look he'll never be tired being in awe of, but he'll never tell you that, of course

"do you ever wonder if your parents would kill me if i misplace even a single hair on you?" jungkook thinks out loud and you don't even flinch with how sudden his thoughts could be, sitting on his seat first so it'd already be balanced when you do, "you sure you’re okay riding with me?? on a motorcycle????"

he usually uses yOUR family's vehicles (they let him and insisted he just takes one at this point) but when you called him, he was en route to kim kradle (it's a one-stop vehicle shop apparently) to get new rims for his motorcycle, bUT NOT ANYMORE HE GUESSES????

you come first compared to the booking he's waited on for three weeks

"i have insurance, i think."

no that's the wrong answer

why did you even bother.,,.,

jungkook flicks your nose because your forehead's protected by the helmet, his face contorted in half faux frustration

"you were supposed to be mad at me for asking that — not logical!! don't even joke about that."

"... my life insurance? like, in the instance that i-"

oW THAT HURT

he flicked even harder this time!!!

you roll your eyes at him and it doesn't go unnoticed, a hand outstretching instead of his fingers flexing

“wallet, please.”

????

jungkook's surprised that you even look confused, this time rolling his eyes at you

“you rolled your eyes at me. you need to bribe me so i won’t rat you out.”

right

he has a never-ending knack for the you're rich jokes

you also know that he likes the cold and would turn the fan on even if it's too hot for a blanket, just because he wants to feel cocooned

you also know that he picks from the fourth row of drinks from the front because it's always been a habit

("the germs cling on to the first row!!!")

you also know that maybe, just maybe, you can't stand it tonight when he's putting himself out there instead of being your faux boyfriend

you keep on zoning out and hoseok, perhaps the only tolerable fellow rich kid you can tolerate within your circle, finally connects the dots in his head and snickers

he's been talking about finding the vintage sneakers he's always wanted on depop and how he almost got scammed for like tWENTY minutes already

in reality, all your nods and scowls aren't towards his story

it's to jungkook and... who's that? jihye whose dad is so colossally shitty, that this one rapper wrote a diss song for him? oh yeah, that jihye

"you like him. like actually 'lose your virginity to him' love him."

WHAT???

there's no way

"how did you-"

"you blush like one."

alright that answer was too quick

hoseok should've ATLEAST tried to wait for a few seconds before answering

"a-and the love part?"

"babe, jungkook may not be the richest one here and that should say a lot," you peer up at him nervously and he actually chuckles, peering to everyone at this function, "dude's humble — he could also just be dense to not see you love him."

okay very true

hobi's making a dig rn at how jungkook coinicidentaally happens to be blonde and maybe this is your cue to leave

hobi does not realize that his hair is aLSO dyed blonde while talking shit about jungkook and his hari

okay this is it

once again, you are NOT listening to hoseok and he's figured out what you're doing by now

you're psyching yourself up with a couple of shots and your heels are digging on the carpeted ballroom

MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE MORE OUTGOING!!

"pretend to wobble. it doesn't help that nothing can sink you."

oh okay makes sense

if you're gonna try and charm jungkook while trying to play it off as just being tipsy playfulness, atleast make it believable

hoseok snickers because this is just A+ content with the things that you choose to do in your way

shy girl with high alcohol tolerance mannn coming of age film writers would LOVE you ://

you're about to cross the distance between you and jungkook, but something knocks you on your shoulder with a gentle force that seemed intentional

is that-

hold on a second

"what a coincidence :O"

jimin?

jimin???

as in, wholesome yet slightly fuckboy-ish frat guy jimin???

he looks dashing and composed, meeting your eyes perfectly and he doesn't let your confusion startle him

"i know that look. what am i doing here?"

he says it eloquently as if he's practiced it

AND HE DID!!!

you must've looked so shocked that you immediately apologized, shaking your head no

"i-i didn’t mean-..."

you're confused, sure, but that doesn't mean you're immediately judging

it's just that you never saw jimin here or any function of the like, but you wouldn't put it past him if he does go to these things!!! he looks like a million dollars anyways

"relax, doll. you’re so far the only other person i know that i've seen in these type of things."

he looks calm and collected, but maybe that's just because he spent the last five minutes waiting for you to stand so he could bump into you

this place is just sO suffocating and a familiar face is gonna be his relief from something so fancy that it became mundane

"have we been in the same event before this?"

"not that i recall, no. i get invited but this is only the first time after awhile that i went."

jimin drinks from his champagne flute, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, "wanna know why i'm here?"

you're curious!!! what can you say!!!!

you never really interacted with jimin at all before this, but a familiar face like his is comforting

because hoseok's already engaged in another conversation and jungkook's,,,, being jungkook and is fawning all over jihye

jimin chuckles at your insistent nodding, leaning closer to whisper to your ear

"my stepdad’s loaded as fuck."

oh so that's why

he tugs you down to sit at the nearest possible empty chairs, all its occupants gone anyways because they're in the dancefloor busting tRULY horrendous moves

maybe it's because jimin feels lonely too like you are, and it's him feeling comfortable because he's pulled you like ten seconds ago and not once asked him anything out of bounds

maybe that's why he fell into conversation with you easily because you're always intently listening

"might love me as a real son too. maybe that’s a bonus? you don’t really expect that shit in the things you see."

this situation is actually pretty cute

you snort because maybe you’re nOT that shy when you drink,, that’s the only thing that changes in you probably

this whole conversation that sprung from boredom was unknowingly the subject of many stares, including jungkook who you were initially supposed to go to

“you’re worthy of love, jimin.”

:O

jimin sPITS his drink because where the fuck did THAT come from???

why did you say that and why does he feel that he needed to hear that

“i-i think — i think you need more,” he raises his own glass to your lips hurriedly, caught in surprise but you still gulp nonetheless

“you’re-“ you keep sputtering as he keeps making you drink, but he rubs circles on your back at the same time and it's when you realize that jimin the frat guy may not be that bad, “what??? don’t think you’re not the only one with daddy issues! shouldn’t we have like, a radar for each other?”

jimin snorts at your counter and his eyes crinkle to the point where he can't see anything, not being able to see how you're still trying to recover with all that fizz down your throat

wow ur really enjoyable to talk to

“you’re insane and i think-“

listen

you're not really big on feeling beyond a sense and all that stuff, but you feel as if the aura around you just got dark all of a sudden

"who are you calling insane?"

jungkook appears at your side in an instant, hands wrapped around your shoulders while you remain seated

you've honestly forgotten that you were supposed to go to jungkook, but you're reminded of that vERY clearly now

"go away, jimin," he mutters through his teeth, looking at him dead in the eye

hold on

wait

THAT'S JIMIN???

okay now he's confused

sometimes jungkook's mouth just moves on its own without loading the thought process

"why are YOU here?"

jimin furrows his brows, shocked that he'd even see jungkook here out of all people

the guy barely even attends classes!!! and that's coming from him!!

"why’s he here?"

he crouches to your ear, eyes still furrowed at the younger guy

"long story."

nO???

jungkook scowls bitterly because jesus fuck

YOU’RE ON WHISPERING TERMS NOW????

he left for one second, and the moment he comes back, that's when this fucking frat guy approaches you?? was he waiting on him to leave??

you and jungkook only act as a couple when the need arises, and even if you don't feel it, hE feels that this is the need!!! this is the need and it is arising!!!

"get back to uh, alpha bravo charlie or something, park. beat it."

why’s he reciting the nato phonetic alphabet???

jungkook sounds half-angry and half-sad at the same time, and you don't know which side should you focus on

“move,” he repeats this time again but more sternly, making jimin much more confused since jungkook's trying to pull him away from his seat

jimin doesn't budge and it makes the frown even more evident in jungkook's face

what is he FEELING

“can’t you tell that i really don’t want you to be here?”

“i’m not here for you, though. i’m here for y/n.”

he answers honestly, shis gut telling him that there's definitely something going on between the two of you

“y/n doesn’t want you here," kook argues back surely, only noticing your bitten lips now that makes him realize that you're not exactly sober; just a happy kind of rush

he sees you raise your hand timidly, an equally cheeky smile on your face that's only directed to jungkook like it's meant for him

"i-i actually don’t mind."

you don't,,,

you don't mind?

HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

why aren't you signaling him to commence the faux boyfriend act!!

"y/n has a boyfriend."

“... i’m not hitting on her.”

alright this is more than the entertainment that jimin wished for lol

“yeah, well she has a boyfriend still so beat it.”

you do??

the last time you checked, jihye's gonna have jungkook as her boyfriend within the night!!

“i don-“

ALRIGHT THEN

jimin decides to indulge jungkook, knocking his knee with yours as he winks slyly, urging you silently to watch on, turning to look at you and ask

“what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

you don't answer.

that gives him all the more reason to do so.

“last name, jeon.”

jungkook looks the most determined you've ever seen him, eyes characteristically angry with his arms across his chest that his suit tightens, “first name, me.”

....

......

the three of you know that’s not the truth

jimin takes it in, sighing when he sense that something else is about to be unfold and he does noT want to be a part of it

not before whispering to your ear again for the last time, of course

“pretty weird name if you ask me,” you laugh automatically, momentarily forgetting that jungkook's standing by you on just your opposite side and could hear you

he leaves and that only leaves you with jungkook, looking up at him as he's too frantic to even sit

“what are you doing?”

“being a social butterfly," you quip just as fast, drinking your water afterwards

jungkook only clenches his jaw by then, being taken-aback when you speak again

“who are you doing?”

://

“i’m busy being mad at- wait a minute, WHO???”

who instead of what??

the short-lived enthusiasm you had with jimin left with him, crashing just as hard when you're reminded of jungkook's presence

“jihye’s a pretty nice girl. you should go home early tonight.”

his brows furrow, trying to get you to look at him but you avoid his gaze insistently, “what? what are you talking about?”

“she’s not my girlfriend though.”

you're not at all satisfied with the answer because it sounds so wrong, knowing that jungkook's a handsome guy and everyone wants to be with him!!!

and he probably wants to be with everyone else besides you.

“then who-...”

“don’t know yourself anymore? jimin must’ve really swept you off your feet, huh?”

jungkook huffs as he qualifies for a rebutt, your internal wallowing being cut short

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

...

....

“well would you look at that,” jungkook snickers, sighing through his nose as your eyes finally meet his, directly stubborn yet soft around the edges

“she’s not my girlfriend, and he’s not your boyfriend. what a coincidence.”

god did he feel so threatened the moment his eyes couldn't find you besides hobi and instead next to jimin, eyes crinkled in laughter without hesitation

have you been chasing after one another this whole time?

jungkook silently grabs you by the hand and you wave no opposition to it

maybe it's your liquor-influenced vision or maybe it's you hyperfixating on such a warm moment, but your eyes immediately lock to see the matching red thread bracelet he wore like yours

you're dressed in next year's spring collection line, and the structured silk black gown that has a train behind it doesn't exactly scream to have a simple red thread bracelet as its accessory according to your mom's designer and everyone else —

but you don't have the heart to take it off

there's no need to take it off

jungkook drives your car and no one says a single thing about anything

his hand’s on your thigh and you don’t question it, eyes locking into the way his hand looks perfect and the way the bracelet looks meant to be wrapped in his wrist in the first place

you're sure this time that it's not the newfound courage you have, but rather the need to do it

you kiss jungkook's cheek on a red light.

it's on a red light that jungkook realizes he could fit the visage of his world within one hand, finally kissing you like he's always wanted to

“yeah. what a coincidence.”

[shlutnutt]

Aisle 7

loved the way this one turned out hope you enjoy!

warnings: public oral sex, robbery, masturbation, overstimulation mention, etc, just regular smutty shit

Warren Lipka and you were inseparable. You were best friends, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, soulmates, enemies, lovers, but for most you were fuck buddies. You'd travel around together, even if that were to be across the globe or for a quick joint wrap to the nearest corner store. No matter what you guys' were up to the adrenaline was always there, leading you guys to do unholy things in the most unholy places. Even if that were to be in a church, a kids' playground or even in the middle of fucking nowhere, to clubs, reunions, rooftops or a stranger's left open garage. But there was one place you and Warren haven't tested yet, and it was very much needed to be checked out of your bucket list.

Waking up to Warren's angelic self laying beside you, taking a moment to breath in his masculine heaven sent scent and his beautifully unique facial features you soon realize a cute perfect curl resting on his forehead, using your finger tips to swipe it softly behind his ear so it doesn't bug him, hearing a soft groan fall out of his pink lips. Shifting a little, Warren pulled you in close to him wrapping his muscular arms around your bruised naked body, causing a small whimper to fall out of you as he accidentally held a little too hard on your contused waist, from your guys' long night.

"S-sorry." apologized Warren in his adorable morning voice, half awake kissing your shoulder caustiously, loosening his grip on you as you're now the little spoon. Warren wasn't the type to apologize, his way of apologizing was pleasing you through sex, he never wanted to show his vulnerability to you.

"Since when do you apologize, Warren Lipka?" you asked as he replied with "God. I love the way you say my name.." completely avoiding your question lifting his huge pointer finger to your lips to shush you nicely, still half asleep.

Getting up now and getting dressed for some food you look over at the man shifting aggressively looking for his most comfortable position peeking over at you discreetly, you ask him what'd he want from Dunkin's. "Gonna go to dunkin's, want a coffee, a bagle or something?" "Yeah.. no sugar and a bagle.. maybe get some wraps while you're out, hm?" Warren mumbled under his breath lazyly lifting an eyebrow to your sudden silence and unmovibility. "wanna come.. maybe?" you fill in the silence, in hopes to him agreeing since you feered going out alone.

Warren just strecthed and hummed pushing the blue striped covers to the side as he lazyly dragged himself out of the bed, unaware he was still butt naked from the previous night you rested your head on the windowsill, unable to keep your eyes off of his morning wood, in which was fully hard for you to see. Your arousal was soon arising, causing you to tighten your legs in amusement.

Clothed now, Warren points at the keys signaling you to pick them up and get the car running while he looks for some money he had misplaced. As you speed walked to your car, tripping along the way. You struggle to catch your breath as you sigh in sexual frustration. Even after your guys' long overstimulated night you couldn't bare the need of wanting more. So, unwilling of simply asking Warren to fulfill your needs you pull up one of his old nudes that you had saved on your phone, satisfying yourself quickly before he'd notice.

You groaned to yourself lowly as you massaged your clothed clit, not daring to take your eyes off of his nudes. So lost in the moment you hear a faded knock on your car's window, taking you by surprise. With the knocking fading in now, you look up to Warren who's eyes were lustfilled and lips were smirked signaling you to open the door and slide over to the passenger seat.

"I- I–" "Shh, princess." Warren shushed you as he buckled up his seatbelt, reaching out for yours and buckling it in for you also, his hand swiping pass your lower abdomen making you jump slightly.

The ride quiet and awkward you look over to him, only to catch your focus onto his hands now, which were swiftly and roughly operating the steering wheel. His hands veiny and pale, you zone out to only get zoned back in to a harsh grip onto your upper thigh.

"Dare or dare, Y/N?" Warren dares you, sharp stare suited on his eyes, which move from your own to the road in a rapid manner. "Bring it on, baby." you tease, knowing he had evil plans coming for you after what he's witnessed.

"Suck me off in the supermarket."

"What-"

Warren only chuckled to your reaction but he was dead fucking serious. This man is literally crazy. It amazed you how you've put up with him for all that time, but you matching his level of crazy you accept his dare, causing Warren to give your thigh a little slap as he parked in the empty parking lot an evil grin glued to his face. "I'll go in and order if you want." he tells you whislt shoving a couple hundreds in his green coat, you nod in response. Him now jogging into dunkin to place your orders as fast as he possibly could, he stops a little to give you a wink before going in, an evil ass wink.

As Warren took a little longer than usual you predicted that he were to be committing yet another crime, so you prepare to be his getaway driver for the third time that week, it only being Thursday.

Rolling your last blunt to waste some time, you spot Warren from the corner of your eyes running like a maniac towards your car, dozens of bags and coffee placers in hand, bright big smile suited on his face as he sped to the passenger seat. Throwing all the bags to the back seat he slaps your thigh repeatedly demanding you to go.

"Fuck Y/N! I fucking love you!" Warren yelled in between pants, the huge wide smile still placed on his face as he sweated like a pig, taking off his heavy green coat replacing it with a brown one to semi-cover his identity, as you guys sped off uncautiously manefesting a ticket.

"Yeah, yeah. I fucking love you too." you sighed in between giggles.

The adrenaline now going to its norm you feel a sharp familiar gaze on you. Keeping your eyes on the road, you hear Warren's breathing escalate inconspicuously, making your curiosity grow by the second you attempt to ask the man what was going on, only for him to shush you once again.

"Park right there." ordered Warren, pointing at a supermarket's uninhabited parking lot. You follow his orders instantly, carefully parking your car near some trees, making the parking lot appear more blank than what it should've been.

Warren's stare only intensified as you grew in curiosity. With him placing his huge hand on your thigh once again, you couldn't bare the need to kiss him, crashing your lips onto his sloppily to soon straddling ontop of him. Warren didn't hesitate to kiss back, placing his hands on your waist grinding his rising clothed boner onto your clothed pussy roughly.

"Fuck me.. baby please" you insist in between the makeout, panting pathetically against his shoulder, as you two humped for several minutes now.

"You owe me a dare, Y/N." replies Warren in between heavy grunts, referring to his previous 'Give me head in a supermarket' dare.

"But- bu-" "No ifs or buts Y/N, dare or nothing?" Warren teases giving you no other option,you needing all of him desperately you accept his dare getting off of him to unlock the car and walk out of it.

Warren only looked up at you in amusement, with the coincidence of you guys' being parked outside of a supermarket he only grew excited, jumping out of the car walking behind you exhilaratedly.

Now entering the unoccupied supermarket you look around to make sure there wasn't a soul around to witness the unholiness you were about to commit to. Not a single person around other than the 2 cashiers up front you grab Warren's hand and drag him down aisle to aisle speed walking almost, as you search for the most hidden aisle in the back of the supermarket.

"Aisle 7." you murmured under your breath as you pull Warren in for a kiss, the kiss transforming into a unconditional make out. Warren suddenly held onto your waist firmly once again as you kissed down his neck, him leaning his head back, giving you more access. You lose no time to fidget your fingers curling on his sweats strings, to massaging his shaft softly.

This producing some soft groans to fall out of your comrade's mouth you push him slightly onto the tide pod shelf behind him, lowering yourself smoothly. Your face now confronting his clothed member you look up to him in concern of getting caught. He only whispers "No cameras." to give you comfort.

Pulling down his sweats you are suprisingly tapped across your nose with your lover's tip, in which is leaking in precum, turning you on incredibly. Twirling your wet tongue around his reddened tip you take time to give his balls attention also, massaging them thoughtfully. "Oh fuck." moaned Warren to your delicate and thoughtful touch on him as he struggled to keep an eye out for anyone coming.

You sucked on him desperately, now allowing his shaft to torture your throat leisurely. The situation becoming heated by the time you lightly tap on Warren's thigh to shush him from his loud disturbing moans and groans, struggling to not come too quick.

"Come for me." you order, soon feeling a creamy warm liquid drip from your lips. You intentionally keep sucking to make his manly self beg for you to stop.

"W-wait." stuttered Warren, looking down at you with squinting eyes, you ignore him supposing he wanted you to stop overstimulating him, continuing since he hadn't said his safe word. "Y/N!" he called for you once more, causing you to annoyingly stop to face him.

"Camera.." was all he said, looking up to it nervously. You get up to face a security camera pointing directly at you guys.

"Well fuck, we can cross that off the list now, can't we?" joked Warren as you wanted to instantly die from embarrassment leaving through the emergency back door unable to look at the cashier after what you've just done.

[sushi0989]

Pick Me If You Want To (part 1)

Summary: Set in the early 1950s, you are an aspiring photographer that is currently working at a toy store until you make your big break. During a surge of Christmas shopping, you are first met by Wanda Maximoff, a mother of twin boys and married. She leaves her gloves, which gives you the opportunity to meet her again. She takes fond of you, and you of her, but her messy divorce with her husband, Vision, risks the custody of her twins. Does she continue your blossoming relationship or fight for her kids? Based on the movie Carol

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: none (i think)

Word Count: 4823

A/N: I actually thought of this idea in the middle of the night while lying in bed and I literally jumped out of bed to write it down haha. I have 2 parts written so far and I plan on having 4 parts in total. I’m also not sure if I want to include smut because in the movie they hook up once, but I’ll think about it. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy :)

Christmas was the most hectic time of the year, for shopkeepers especially. You were struggling to stay afloat during the Christmas present buying palooza. The customers kept flowing in searching for the perfect toy for their child or nephew or grandchild, constantly asking what was the best of the best. Not to mention, the annoying Santa hat perched on your head was a little too big for you, so it kept sliding off and obstructing your view. Your shift ended ten minutes from now, you only had to keep at this for ten more minutes, you assured yourself.

That was when a woman walked in: curled chestnut red hair falling just above her shoulders, red lipstick glistening in the store lights, and wore a tan coat over her light blue dress with matching gloves. She looked at the different products quizzically as you tried not to stare. She began to come to your area at the counter, so you pretended you were writing in the sales slip.

"Hello, sorry to be a bother, but I was wondering if you could help me?" the woman asked you, her voice was warm but also had a richness to it you couldn't quite describe. Perhaps like honey.  "Of course, ma'am. How could I be of assistance?" you responded with your customer service voice, perky and obnoxious, two things that you were not.

"I was hoping to get something for my twin boys, but I'm not quite sure what I should get them, you see. I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction," she continued, her eyebrows furrowed while addressing you, her green eyes not leaving yours.

Your thoughts about annoying customers disappeared all for this woman. There was just something about her that made you drawn to her, but what was it? "May I suggest a model train? It would be a great gift to share between the two of them," you suggested. The woman felt that she could trust you with anything, you had this energy that she wanted to relish in, but your interaction only lasted for 2 minutes. You gestured to the model train showcase behind the woman and she nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think I would like to order that, thank you, doll," she said to you, your stomach fluttering at the nickname.

"Could I get your name please?" you asked so you could fill out the sale slip, you tried maintaining your professional composure. "Wanda Maximoff," she answered. You asked her to sign the bottom of the page, and she took her gloves off and placed them on the counter beside her to do so, your eyes glanced at her gold wedding band on her ring finger. You stared away to check on other customers as she signed and you noticed an older woman who appeared to be needing help. "If you would excuse me, I need to help another customer. Darcy over here will help you with the purchase," you told Mrs. Maximoff as you made your way to the old woman by the action figures.

She nodded her head and watched you as you turned away. Darcy came over to Mrs. Maximoff and assisted her with the payment, but as Mrs. Maximoff was leaving, she was so focused on you that she had left her gloves sitting on the counter. When you were about to leave for home, you noticed the light blue gloves still lying on the counter, but Wanda was nowhere to be found. 

You went to your boss, "Mr. Stark, it looks like one of our customers has left their gloves," you stated with a ring of fear that he might get angry. He crossed his arms and huffed, "well then go look at the sales slip and contact them." You nodded, "yes sir," and pulled out the sales slip for the day. There was written, 'Wanda Maximoff' along with her address and phone number. You wrote the address down on a separate envelope and placed the gloves inside and mailed it off on your walk home. 

 You got back to your apartment, and much to your disappointment, your boyfriend was there, too. "Hey, baby," he said as you walked into the living room, engulfing you into a hug that you weren't really in the mood for. "Hey, Steve," you said into his chest trying to pull away, the strong scent of cologne invaded your nostrils. He wasn't a terrible person, but you couldn't stand him most of the time by his 'lovey-doveyness'. Your first year with him was great, your love felt pure, but over time it felt bland and repetitive. He, however, was infatuated by you, always wanted to be with you in every waking moment like a puppy. 

"Come to France with me," he whines, but you've already told him dozens of times that you didn't want to. You were in the midst of potentially getting signed on as a photographer for The New York Times thanks to your friend, Bruce, who works there. "I already told you no," you groaned, walking away to put your bag down and ready to shower. "Come on, I have so many things planned for us," he pleaded, but you didn't want to hear it and locked yourself in your room. Little did you know, he wanted to propose to you with a candlelit dinner on the Eiffel Tower.

"Open the door," he knocked aggressively, but you didn't want to deal with him right now, or else you would say things that you wouldn't be able to take back. "I'm tired, I'm going to take a shower and crawl into bed," you groaned through the door. "Why don't I join in," he murmured seductively. "Not today, I'm not feeling it," you replied flatly. Steve sighed and walked off, now relieved, you gathered your showering items and went to the bathroom.

Wanda arrived back at her home late at night, her sons running up to her as she walked through the door of her grand estate in New Jersey. Vision, her husband, gave her an irritated expression as she hugged her children. "Go off to bed, kids, I need to talk to Daddy," she cooed and kissed the tops of their heads and they ran off up the spiral staircase. 

"Took you long enough to get home."

"Well I was running errands," Wanda huffed and went over to the cupboard that contained alcohol and poured herself a glass of whiskey. She walked over to a chair in the living room and sat with her legs crossed eyeing her irritated husband. 

"Errands," Vision chuckled dryly. "It's my turn to sleep in the bedroom, you can stay in the guest room tonight," he seethed while going up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door shut. 

Wanda sighed as she chugged her drink and slumped further into the chair. Once the divorce was finalized she could finally be free from his judgment. She could do whatever. Wanda eventually went upstairs and quietly entered the room of her sleeping boys, giving them each other kisses and tucking them in as they were fast asleep.

In the morning, Wanda received a package with her gloves inside, the return address reading 'Stark's Toy Emporium.' 

Wanda picked up the phone and called the store.

"Hello, this is Stark's Toy Emporium, Tony Stark speaking," a man answered, seeming to be in a rush. "Hello, I just received my gloves I misplaced at your store in the mail, I was wondering if I could thank whoever found them," Wanda replied.

Soon you were being called over by Tony, his eyes rolled in annoyance, as per usual. You quickly grabbed the phone hoping it wasn't Steve, "Hello?"

"Hi! This is Wanda, I just wanted to thank you for sending my gloves," she chimed through the speaker. "Oh it was nothing ma'am," you replied, trying to shake off the feeling you were getting from this woman's voice. "Well, I was wondering if I could take you out to lunch as thanks," she invited, her voice was a bit softer, deeper than before. "No, ma'am it's okay, it wasn't that big of a deal," you answered back. "Oh come on now, it's my treat. I'll see you at 2 pm at Barnes' Bistro," she hung up the phone before you could object.

It was already noon, only two more hours before you had to awkwardly make small talk with a woman you very well are intimidated by for some odd reason. You hung the phone back on its receiver and returned to work, the rush of people continued through till the end of your shift. There was not even a moment of rest before your lunch. You masked your exhaustion as you entered the restaurant, the aroma of cigarette smoke mixed with delicious food circulated the air, but you would take this scent over Steve's cologne any day. 

A waiter noticed you enter and greeted you, "Good afternoon, ma'am, do you have a reservation?" You quickly scanned the restaurant and noticed the top of the chestnut red hair in the back corner. "Um, I believe the name is Maximoff, I see her back there," you pointed in the direction of the redhead. "Ah yes, Mrs. Maximoff, right this way ma'am," he gestured for you to follow him towards the back of the restaurant. It was rather dimly lit, the booths were occupied either by two men in business suits or a man and a woman, all of whom were smoking a cigar or cigarette.

"And here you are," the young waiter said as you stood at the end of the table, Mrs. Maximoff glancing up meeting your eyes. Her fingers also held a smoking cigarette, but you didn't mind since it was the norm, however, you personally didn't smoke. "You made it!" she exclaimed quickly, getting up and kissing both of your cheeks as a greeting. You awkwardly smiled and sat across from her in the booth seating. 

"What drink would you like, ma'am?" the waiter asked. "Oh, uh, water should be fine, thank you," you replied quietly, your nervousness could be detected from miles away, but Mrs. Maximoff seemed to be shocked for some odd reason. "Water? No dear, let me treat you to something nice, could you get her a glass of Chianti?" she requested and the waiter nodded enthusiastically and rushed off. Mrs. Maximoff took one last puff of her cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray.

"So, I don't think I ever got your name, dear," she began. "Y/n Y/l/n" you answered quickly. "That's a pretty name for a pretty girl," she smiled and picked up her glass of red wine and took a swig. Your face blushed at the compliment, you looked down at your hands fiddling with the spoon on the table to avoid her eyes. The waiter came back with the glass of red wine meant for you and placed it next to your hand. "Thank you, Peter," Mrs. Maximoff said to him. He nodded his head before dashing off again.

"How long have you been working at the toy store?" she questioned. "It'll be one year next month, it's just a side thing," you answered embarrassed to mention your true dream. "Well, what is it you want to do?" she raised an eyebrow. "I uh- I'm a photographer," you stammered. "That's very intriguing, y/n" she complimented, you were flustered by the use of your name.

"Have you had any success in finding a job relating to photography?"

"I just met with a photo editor at the New York Times last weekend, I have to put together a portfolio and send it off to them to be considered for a position," you explained, finally looking up at her and putting your spoon down. "That sounds exciting! You must show me your work!" Mrs. Maximoff exclaimed with genuine excitement. Steve would complement your photography, but it felt half-hearted, maybe it's because he didn't want you to overshadow him someday.

After lunch as the two of you headed out, Mrs. Maximoff and you exchanged a farewell. "Thank you again for the lunch, Mrs. Maximoff," you thanked her in a quick hug. "Oh, it was my pleasure. And please call me Wanda, you're making me feel quite old. How about I give you my number and we can meet again?" she offered and you couldn't help but nod. As much as you weren't keen on continuing this friendship or relationship or whatever was happening, you felt like this woman understood you in a way no one else did.

You decided to go visit Bruce to thank him for getting the meeting with the photo editor. The thought of Wanda's phone number written on a slip of paper in your handbag added pep to your step as you strolled into the office building. You walked up to the front desk saying you were going to visit a friend, "Mr. Banner is on floor 11," she said. The elevator let you off on the floor and you saw Bruce in his office typing away on his typewriter. 

"Y/n! What a pleasant surprise to see you here!" he beamed and got up from his desk to give you a kiss on the cheek. "I figured I should stop by since you're the reason my dreams have a chance of becoming a reality now," you smiled and took a seat across from his desk. "It was no problem, your talent would add so much to the paper. You're also welcome here whenever," Bruce stated leaning back in his armchair. 

"Where are my manners? Let me get something to drink! I've got whiskey, gin-" "I just had a drink actually," you countered declining his offer.

"What's one more drink gonna do? Come on, live a little!" he pressured you and got up to go to the corner of his office to pull out two glasses and a bottle of gin. "Fine, only this once," you caved in. He poured two drinks and handed you one. The gin went smooth, but it still burnt your throat, however, you were able to mask it. 

"How are things with you and Steve?" Bruce inquired with skepticism, which you found a little out of character, but the alcohol toiled with your mind and proceeded to spill all of your thoughts. "He wants me to go to France with him even though I've told him not so many times. I can't deal with him anymore, but I've been with him for so long now that I feel bad to end things," you confessed, making Bruce intrigued. He leaned on his desk directly in front of you.

"Is there someone else you think is causing you to lose interest in him?" Bruce asked in a low tone and leaned towards you a little bit, but still your slightly tipsy self didn't see the red flag. "I mean, I haven't really thought about that," you answered pondering, thoughts of Wanda flashing in your mind, but you were quickly brought back to reality when Bruce's lips were on yours.

You shrieked, forcing him to pull away. You angrily got up, "what the hell, Bruce?!" you scolded him. "I'm sorry! You weren't reacting when I was leaning closer to you so I just went in!" he defended his actions. "God! All men are the fucking same!" you complained and downed your drink before rushing out of his office. Bruce rubbed his forehead realizing the mistake he made, but it was too late to take it back now.

You arrived back in your apartment to emptiness, Steve was nowhere to be found. Thank god, you thought. You stumbled onto your pea-green sofa and laid there in anguish. Nothing seemed to appease you, nothing went your way. As soon as these thoughts rang in your head, your telephone rang as well. You groaned as you begrudgingly made your way to the kitchen where the phone was hung. 

"Hello?" you groaned in a tired and yet apathetic voice which Wanda was a bit surprised to hear. 

"Hi, sweetie, it's Wanda!" 

You held your breath realizing you rudely answered the woman. You cleared your throat and corrected your shoulders before speaking again. "Hi- uh I'm- hi!" you stuttered, grumbling to yourself for this embarrassing encounter. 

"I was calling to invite you over to my house, I would love to have you over," Wanda said, biting her lip hoping that you would say yes. She twirled the cord connecting to the receiver around her finger patiently waiting for your answer.

"Oh, really? I mean, I can. I don't have a car though-"

"I can pick you up!" Wanda interrupted with excitement. "When are you free this week, dear?" 

"I'm free tomorrow," you replied with a smile to contain yourself. "I'll come tomorrow at noon then," Wanda concluded, little did you know just how much she was looking forward to seeing you and your adorable self. She couldn't get enough of you, and neither could you get enough of her.

Steve never came home that night, and you didn't care one bit. He was a nuisance to your life, especially right now since he knew how much this photography opportunity meant to you, but his pestering was going to make you snap and break his heart at any second.

You looked your best self, wearing a navy blue blouse with black trousers. It wasn't that common for women at the time to be wearing such things, it was more progressive, however, all you cared about was comfort. You occasionally would wear dresses, but you preferred pants and a shirt. You could say that it was for Wanda, but it was for yourself. People, particularly women, would examine your modern style as appalling, but not Wanda. You figured why not be comfortable and stylish. 

You made a small breakfast before Wanda arrived. You had a bit of a headache from all of the alcohol you had the day before, but that was barely on your mind. All you could think about was making sure you looked presentable as did your apartment before Wanda came. You just finished drying the last dish when you heard a knock on your door. You dried your hands with the dish towel before scurrying to quickly let Wanda in. 

There she was, standing in a red coat that hugged her figure in all of the right ways. She wore a beige dress underneath, hidden by the boldness of the coat that you couldn't keep your eyes off of. She was also wearing a matching red hat that looked beautiful with her chestnut hair. 

"Ready to go?" she asked, seemingly in a hurry. "Yes, let me get my bag," you turned around and grabbed your bag off of the coffee table, inside holding your wallet and your camera just in case there was an opportunity to shoot. 

You walked with Wanda side by side in a comfortable silence until you reached her car. You sat on the passenger side, which was connected with the driver's seat. 

"Would you like any music?" Wanda inquired as she pulled out of the parking spot on the curb. "I'll listen to whatever you do," you answered. You didn't listen to music all that much, you didn't have the time to nor did you have a radio. 

"I like to drive in silence, the sound of the wind soothes me," Wanda replied. You turned your head and saw how the cool wind tousled Wanda's hair around, but never did it ruin her perfect curls. 

"There's a Christmas tree farm on the way that I wanted to check out if that's okay with you," Wanda imparted quickly glancing at you but focused on the road. "That's fine, I don't mind," you said. Wanda's cheeks feathered a light pink, delighted that you agreed. She soon pulled into the small but crowded Christmas tree market. There was Christmas music playing, kids laughing and sprinting around completely oblivious to the disgruntled shouts by their parents, and the occasional newlywed couple admiring what tree was to be their first one.

"You can stay in the car if you'd like, I'm just going to pay for one and bring it back some other time," Wanda was saying to you standing right out of the passenger window. You didn't even notice her get out of the car let alone walk around to get your attention away from the beautiful scene you were watching. "That's fine, you go ahead," you answered, glancing up at her face. 

Wanda turned around and made her way towards the clerk, the cool winter breeze ruffling her coat and hair. Your attention was now focused on the woman, how her smile stretched from ear to ear, her mannerisms like how she would play with the ring on her finger while speaking to someone, or how she would partially bite her lip while thinking of a response to a question in conversation.

Your hand automatically reached for your bag and pulled out your camera. You stepped out of the car and shot some candid photos of Wanda, capturing her elegance. As Wanda finished up, you took pictures of the rest of the scene you were so enthralled in before Wanda had caught your attention again. Once you were satisfied, you went back into the car and wrote your name onto the foggy window. 

"Dirtying my car I see," Wanda teased, making you tense up. "I'm sorry, I'll wipe it-"

"I'm just kidding, you're so uptight! Let loose! I don't bite," Wanda assured you, but you still held your breath around her. You didn't want her to think badly of you, to set her off in any kind of way even though you barely know this woman. You responded to her with a weak smile to exemplify that you understood her suggestion, you reprimanded your subconscious for looking into her enchanting eyes.

She got into the driver's seat once again, only her left hand gripped the steering wheel while her right hand rested on her lap. After another 20 minutes, you arrived at her home. It was evening by the time you got there, the sunset earlier in the winter, but the area around her room was beautifully lit. It was just as you imagined, a large estate with a grand yard filled with all kinds of bushes and flowers surrounding it. 

"Wow," you gawked in amazement. You both entered and your head swiveled to take in all of the details perfectly situated around her home. Your eyes lingered at a family portrait of her, her twin children, and what appeared to be her husband, a tall man who had a strained smile, forced, no true happiness lying beneath it. There was no one in the home, was what you thought at first until you heard the giggles of children emanating from upstairs.

"Billy! Tommy! What are you doing?" Wanda shouted, her hands on her hips facing to look up the spiral staircase in the direction of the laughter. "We're just playing, Momma!" one of them shouted back from the bedroom. 

Wanda turned back to face you and sighed. "They can be a handful, but I'm just glad they have one another to keep each other entertained." You nodded in understanding, you had younger siblings who were reckless little misfits that you had to take care of, so you knew exactly what it was like. 

You noticed a beautiful grand piano located in a room beside the dining area and your legs automatically took you towards it. You hand caressed the top, you had never seen such a luxurious piano, you've only ever played cheap upright ones. "Can you play?" you asked Wanda, your eyes still admiring the ivory keys. 

"Sadly, I cannot. My husband can, but he hasn't touched it in years," Wanda confessed, a twinge of disappointment in her tone. "Can you?"

"I can, but I'm not the greatest," you chuckled dryly. "Oh, you shouldn't have said that, y/n because now I'm going to need to hear you play for me," Wanda smirked and walked over to you and the piano. "Oh gosh, I'd rather not. My hands probably have lost their ability and my voice-" 

"You sing, too?! Now I must hear you play and sing!" Wanda was elated, she leaned on the piano as your face heated up. You sighed knowing that you were a guest and you brought nothing to give, not even a bottle of wine. "Since I didn't bring you a gift for inviting me to your home, this can be it," you grinned nervously as you slowly sat on the bench and placed your hands on the keys. 

Your fingers automatically played a run, completely captivating Wanda at the effortless ability. You cleared your throat and began to sing.

"Everybody loves somebody sometime. Everybody falls in love somehow. Something in your kiss just told me, that sometime is now." You carried on singing, your voice lulling Wanda as she swayed to the song. She crept over and took a seat next to you on the piano bench as you continued playing, trying not to stutter your words when you felt her leg brush yours.

"Everybody loves somebody sometime. And though my dreams were overdue, your love made it all worth waiting for someone like you," you slowed the song and the piano still hummed the last note. Wanda placed her hand on your thigh and whispered, "that was absolutely beautiful." You shuddered by the touch and curled your toes. 

"My dad taught me how to play. He would always sing this song to my mother. He loved her so much, I swore that I one day want to love someone the way my dad loved my mom. When he passed, I would play this song for my mother in his place, but then she started to lose her memory and now she stays with my younger sister in New Haven," you explained solemnly. Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, her heart ached for you. She moved her hand from your thigh to your face, cupping your cheek.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I am certain, however, with that talent and song you can win over anyone's heart in under five seconds," she smiled and kissed your forehead. You blushed and looked deeply into her green eyes. You tried to capture this moment into your subconscious. She was no longer in her coat, just her beige dress, a pearl necklace, no gloves, and the same red lipstick. Her mouth was slightly open, she glanced down at your lips and began to close the gap.

The front door of the house abruptly opened and a man wearing a suit hiding underneath a black coat walked inside with a brown briefcase. Wanda quickly dropped her hand from your face and stood up. You turned away from her as well. He took notice of the tension and scowled.

"Wanda. You brought your antics into our home. My home. Under my roof. Already moved on from Monica and now you've brought someone else!" he fumed and aggressively put his briefcase down. "Don't yell in front of her, Vision! We can discuss this privately," Wanda hissed at him. 

"I'm taking the kids to Florida with me for Christmas, right now," he announced as he ran upstairs to their room. "You're what?! You didn't discuss this with me!" Wanda yelled at him running after him. He soon was holding each kid in either arm and pushed Wanda out of his way. "You can't do this!" she began to cry, but he ignored her, anger clouded all around him. There was a car outside with a chauffeur, Vision put them in the backseat. You stood there watching this all unfold, unsure of what to do. 

You rushed over to the front door to see Wanda sobbing while on her knees on the porch as the car drove off. You crouched down and embraced her, she put her arms around you and burrowed her face into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Her sobs wracked her entire body, her breathing was uneasy, so you rubbed circles on her back. She eventually calmed down and pulled away.

"I'll drive you to the train station," she said with her broken voice. You nodded your head, she needed time to herself and you were right now a reminder of what she just lost. "I'll call a cab, you should go get some rest," you responded and held her hand in yours. "Are you sure?" Wanda replied. You gave her a smile, which she took as her answer.

The cab arrived within ten minutes, Wanda waved goodbye, no hug or kiss on the cheek. You waved back through the window and the view of her became smaller and smaller as the cab drove off into the night.

[dani-of-the-cosmos]

~what bothers the signs~

<3 use your dominant sign, sun, moon, rising, mercury, mars, or venus <3

aries

trump supporters. ants in their bedroom. people who cling onto the past and don’t give them the chance to change. when guys comb their hair too neatly and end up looking awkwardly posh. teenage boys in general. their mom. “because i said so”. fake-humble people (fishing for compliments). when people harshly insult themselves in hopes that someone will say “aww no you’re not!” possessive friends who get mad when they spend time with anyone else.  

taurus

when the shower water turns cold because they’ve been in there too long. being told to hurry up. teachers who try too hard to be friends with their students. when astrology posts act like their only personality trait is eating a lot. carelessly flirty people. when people romanticize recklessness. “idk, just because”. when their friends cancel plans at the last minute. flaky people in general. people who change their mind every day. unreliable people who act in unpredictable ways (taureans need to be able to fully trust you). shitty service at a restaurant  

gemini

“ok then”. math. passive-aggressive people who remind them of their past mistakes, and force them to re-state their apologies. being left on read. feeling a mix of guilt and indignation when someone isn’t treating them right. being so self-aware that it turns into frantic defensiveness. strict routine. dry texters. “umm i don’t know how to respond to that.” feeling controlled by an outside force or person. relentless creepy men who repeatedly dm them after being told to stop 3 times. slow walkers.  

cancer

attention whores. “get over it”. “life isn’t fair.” “tough shit.” people who don’t remember the pain they caused them in the past; who expect them to just move on. people who leave in the middle of a texting conversation. loud, spitty chewing. awkward butt-touching. when people question their motives and intentions (this will make a cancer extremely stressed). when their friends are too busy to make time to listen to them vent. when people try to act “alpha” and make a big deal about themselves. people who are able to switch off their emotions and freeze them out 

leo

when someone tells the same story over and over again. pimples. when people don’t point out how particularly hot they look that day. that sickly cold feeling on a cloudy early morning. one-uppers. people who raise their hand in class to read from the textbook and then speak at the speed of a snail. people who act weirded-out when they compliment them. fake baby-voice. when people step on their white shoes. “you have so much potential, if only you’d apply yourself”. repetitive throat clearing. “you’re so annoying”

virgo

feeling like an afterthought. people who don’t practice proper oral hygiene. when people talk too close to their face (if you want a virgo to hate you in .02 seconds, just start whispering directly into their face without having brushed your teeth that morning). when they can’t tell if their crush’s personality is just flirty, or if they’re interested in them back. being sweaty. girls who wear too much perfume. sleeping in the same room as someone who constantly shuffles the blanket around with their legs. “it was a joke, chill” 

libra

people who think it’s cute to constantly point out “well this is awkward”. self-proclaimed “brutally honest” people who put on their dating profile that they’re “fluent in sarcasm” (basically unresolved feelings of aggression showcased as a “bad bitch” persona). people who don’t wear deodorant. super loud people who need to make every situation about them. when a person never initiates a conversation, so they have to always do it. the inner conflict of not wanting to put up with people’s toxicity any longer but also not wanting to piss people off by saying anything. online shopping sites that load too slowly  

scorpio

straight tiktok. fake people who smile to your face and then shit on you behind your back. people who try to be funny by doing things like tapping them on the shoulder and pretending it wasn’t them, or having an unannounced staring contest. catcalls. people who get super uncomfortable really easily. when someone makes a superficial judgement about them without getting to know them first. self-pitying people who try to guilt them into dating them. 

sagittarius

“shhh!” feeling like a nuisance. people who get offended when they curse. people who are overly secretive and protective of their phones. youtuber apology videos. when someone thinks their interests are “cringey”. when someone spoils the end of a movie, book or tv series. when their family leaves balled-up hair on the shower wall. people who don’t take them seriously. old people with superiority complexes. their dysfunctional family dynamic. mockers 

capricorn

people who purposefully fart near them and think of it as a joke. april fool’s day. their uncle. fake-deep quotes. edgy posts (like “at the end of the day nothing matters” and other stuff like that). when people invalidate their problems by quoting vague, condescendingly positive philosophies. when they can’t find a misplaced belonging (capricorns FREAK OUT when this happens; it’s intense). waking up late and not having enough time to complete their perfectly crafted routines. 

aquarius

people who attach emotions to every little situation. people who don’t straight-up state how they’re feeling, and passive-aggressively expect them to just “get it”. when people guilt them for not hanging out with them every waking second. people who don’t honor their need for independence and individuality. clingy people. close-minded bigots. people who are so self-centered that they’re unable to see the magnitude of others’ suffering. when someone is blissfully unaware of the world. people who complain and wallow in their sadness yet who do nothing to change their situation. people who overreact to trivial things. highly reactive people. judgmental stares. 

pisces

“are you seriously crying about that?” coarseness meant to be perceived as “cool”. people who are so sarcastic to the point of it being offensive. when people think of animals as less valuable than people. spiritual superiority (”my beliefs are the only right ones”). perfectionists. timed tests. trying to do push-ups. when someone invalidates their emotions because they’re “not logical”

[iamthenightcolormeblack]

Summary and Thoughts on The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (this contains spoilers)

You have no excuse not to read/watch this play. It's absolutely brilliant. Here's a quick rundown of the play:

Major Characters:

John "Jack" Worthing. He is around 29 and is the legal guardian of Cecily Cardew.

Algernon Moncrieff. Jack's friend who is a few years younger than him.

Gwendolen Fairfax. Algernon's cousin and Jack's love interest.

Cecily Cardew. 18 years old, is Jack's ward and niece and Algernon's love interest.

Act 1:

There is a big fuss over cucumber sandwiches.

Algernon visits Jack in London and finds out that Jack pretends to have a no-good younger brother named Ernest. In the city Jack is Ernest while in the country he is known as Jack. Jack maintains the alter ego of Ernest when he visits the city so that he's free from the moral responsibility he needs to maintain as Cecily's ward.

"Bunburying" - Algernon has a similar ruse to Jack. He pretends to visit a nonexistent invalid named Bunbury whenever he wants to avoid social events. Thus "Bunburying" is a verb for making up excuses to not fulfill social obligations.

Jack decides to propose to Gwendolen Fairfax, who knows him as Ernest and is attracted to him because she likes the name Ernest. He gets nervous about revealing his true identity as Jack and asks her if she likes the name Jack; she pronounces it to be a boring name.

Lady Bracknell, Gwendolen's mother, refuses to consent to the marriage of Jack and Gwendolen after finding out that Jack doesn't know who his biological parents are and came from a suitcase.

Algernon gets Jack's address for his house in the country and visits Cecily, posing as the no-good younger brother Ernest. Cecily and Algernon (going by Ernest) are engaged to be married.

Act 2 (the funniest):

Cecily and Gwendolen become good friends very quickly because they both find the name of Ernest to be very attractive.

Jack attempts to "kill" Ernest by dressing in mourning clothes and pretending that Ernest has died from a cold. The plan is foiled when he finds out that Algernon is masquerading as Ernest.

My favorite scene #1: Cecily and Gwendolen both insist that the other woman is wrong when they find out they are both engaged to "Ernest." They have a passive-aggressive tea party where they spar over whether bread or cake is trendy and aggravate each other by adding milk and sugar to the tea.

My favorite scene #2: Jack and Algernon appear and the whole Ernest ruse is revealed. It goes something like this: Gwendolen greets Jack as "Ernest" and Cecily is shocked and reveals "Ernest" is her uncle Jack, while Cecily greets Algernon as "Ernest" and Gwendolen reveals "Ernest" is her cousin Algernon.

Act 3 (Everything is resolved):

Lady Bracknell found Jack's true parentage! Miss Prism, Cecily's governess, was responsible for the misplacement of Jack in the suitcase.

Jack's father was named Ernest and Jack is named Ernest after his father. Algernon is Jack's younger brother.

The whole game of deception is now ironic because Jack was telling the truth about himself (his name is Ernest and he does have a younger brother)! Now Gwendolen is perfectly willing to marry Jack because his name is indeed Ernest!

The couples embrace and make simultaneous declarations of happiness:

"Cecily, at last!" "Gwendolen, at last!"

"I've now realized for the first time in my life the vital importance of being Earnest."

Why I love this play:

The wordplay between "earnest" and "Ernest." One represents honesty while the other represents a deception through false identity.

The twist at the end: it's rather ironic that Jack discovers his true identity through assuming a false one. Only through the lie can the truth be revealed.

The comedy: once again the familiar theme of the rich and fashionable people being ridiculous (ex. the passive-aggressive tea party from Act 2) and the women's obsession with "Ernest" (which I read was a popular name in the Victorian era).

The subtitle: "A Trivial Comedy for Serious People." Effectively sums up the whole play, which has a very simple plot with relatively flat characters but has very intelligent dialogue and could be interpreted in a complex way. In sum, it entertains and mocks the audience simultaneously.

[cdyssey]

Need

Summary: After Nick arrives at the beach house, Frankie escapes to her studio to process her emotions. Post 7x04.

A/N: I've had such Grace and Frankie brain rot these past few days that I figured I should put it to good use and write another fic. It was really fascinating to try Frankie's POV. Lily Tomlin imbues her with a lot of subtle pathos that I totally wish the show would explicitly explore more.

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Frankie excuses herself to the studio for dinner, so she can process her very big, astonishingly inappropriate, and entirely overwhelming emotions without resorting to calling Nick a “wavy-haired, Pierce Brosnan wannabe douche canoe.” 

As delightful (and totally true) of a turn a phrase that it is, even she knows that saying it aloud would be trespassing a boundary that she’s sworn herself never to cross: Grace is married.

Unhappily married, maybe. 

Complicatedly married at the very least.

But until the day that they mutually say “I do” to divorce papers, there isn’t enough room for three people in the Skolka marriage, however much that Grace—bless her increasingly unthawing heart—tries to ensure otherwise. 

So Frankie lets the newly reunited couple have their dinner alone under the guise of a generosity that she doesn’t exactly feel, and she takes leftover pasta into her studio to moodily pick around the bowl until her fettuccine looks less like fettuccine and more like unevenly perforated confetti.

(Woo fucking hoo.)

After a few minutes of this aggressively unconstructive practice, she places her nearly full bowl on a nearby work table and stretches out across her paint-stained couch, staring at the ceiling and resisting the reactionary urge to light a joint. Mary J might help her feel better for the present moment, but tomorrow morning, she’d still wake up and feel invaded in her own home.

Paradoxically, she’d also feel alone, goddammit.

She pulls her shawl more tightly around her shoulders against an invisible and piercing chill.

Frankie hates feeling lonely.

She spiraled when Grace lived in the penthouse. She nearly self-destructed to fill the gaping void that her roommate, her friend, her practical and beloved soulmate left behind. There was a period where she didn’t wash her clothes and ate a lot of admittedly non-vegan takeout. There were nights when she’d lay awake in her awfully huge bed, staring at the empty space where Sol used to sleep, and have the familiar waking nightmare of spending her final years in forced solitude. She was happy with Jack, and then Jacob—sweet Jacob—came around too, and she did something she still feels fucking ashamed about: she hurt both of them, and she lied when she said that she had just wanted to have some fun.

She knows herself.

Intimately.

She‘d been scared of being alone again, so she tried to hold on to two people who were helping her to stave the awful feeling away. Those men wanted her, and Frankie used them. They wanted her, and she pathologically loves to feel wanted because she sometimes and irrationally fears that she might not be needed.

To be fair to her irrational fears, all the people she’s ever needed and felt needed by have hurt her before.

Sol cheated on her for twenty years.

Her own sons stuck her in a nursing home.

Grace just fucking left her.

She eloped in Vegas like a blushing twenty-one year old bride and just disappeared.

She says it was a mistake; she sat across Frankie in a sunlit restaurant and candidly told her that she didn’t like the person she had become when she married Nick.

And to be completely fair to her, Grace has been adamant about not wanting to leave again—so perhaps she never will—but if her husband is here to stay, it's also a distinct possibility that she’ll never have to make the choice to physically leave to… well… leave.

She can perpetually honeymoon with Nick and still call Frankie home. 

It could be a happy ending for Grace… and a fresh new hell for Frankie, who'd just started to feel secure again.

God knows she wants her best friend to be happy, but the big man in the sky must also surely understand that she had hoped that she alone could be enough for Grace, that this unconventional life spent together in the beach house—so crazy, so weird, and so inextricably entangled—would be their shared happily ever after.

But even as she thinks it, the vestiges of her clearly misplaced optimism begin to evade her, dregs now at the bottom of an already drained cup.

She and Grace aren't married.

It’s always been an objective fact.

Tonight, it feels more like an unpleasant reality.

When the door leading into her studio suddenly flies open, Frankie barely has enough time to swipe the back of her hand across her eyes before she sits up to find none other than the lady of the hour.

Her collared shirt popped up stiffly around her neck, a martini glass surgically glued to her right hand, Grace looks quintessentially herself as she walks in, even down to the minutiae of her trademark I'm-angry-at-the-world-and-everyone-in-it expression—brow furrowed and eyes Medusa cold. After all but slamming the door, she stalks over within a few clicks of her practical but unmistakably high heels.

“Well, hello to you, too, Sunshine,” Frankie greets wryly, hoping to hell and back that her face isn’t as red as it feels. 

It’s a tall order, though.

Alas, she was gifted (or equally cursed) with an exceptionally expressive face.

“Frankie, this is nonsense,” Grace says bluntly, using her martini glass like a pointer and leveling it straight at her head. “Come back to the house—your house—and have dinner with us.”

It’s the authoritarian nature of the demand that rifles Frankie.

Frankly, it pisses her off.

She’s always been a rebel contrarian.

“And by us, you mean you and your house arrested husband, right?” She returns evenly. She betrays herself by raising a single and devastatingly skeptical brow. “The man with whom you should be having a very emotionally honest conversation with right now about the parameters of your jacked up relationship?”

Grace shifts her weight from heel to heel and glances away a little too quickly for the gesture to be entirely natural. Frankie had blatantly stricken a pulsing nerve, and the guilt of doing so immediately swallows her. 

She shouldn’t be so hard on her friend.

(She doesn’t know why it’s permissible to be equally hard on herself.)

“Well, I tried to have that conversation, thank you very much, but then I ended up wanting to claw Nick’s eyes out.” The obvious follow up question must shine in Frankie’s face because sighing infinitesimally through her nostrils, Grace adds, “His attorney argued that my advanced age and apparent capability to croak at any moment were reasons enough to grant Nick leniency. They let him out so he could take care of me—whatever the hell that means.”

Her no-nonsense voice never falters as she delivers the brutal words, but her eyes undermine her, seething with emotion, simply roiling. They tell a story of horror and disgust and searing, absolute betrayal; they’re heavy all over with sadness and the indelicate trappings of all her raw and mercilessly exposed fears. 

Frankie understands immediately.

Nick used one of Grace’s deepest insecurities as a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Being eighty-two years old.

But perhaps more accurately, feeling like it.

“Oh, honey,” Frankie melts. She can do nothing else but melt, to be suddenly overcome with fierce, protective, and terrifying love for the woman in front of her. “That fucking bastard.”

Grace immediately laughs, the sound hoarse and watery and a little unhinged all at the exact same time.

“Tell me about it,” she half-smiles and takes the swearing as a rightful invitation to join Frankie on the couch. With a gentle clink, she sets her half-emptied martini glass on the table next to Frankie’s completely full pasta bowl. “I said the exact same thing.”

When she chooses to sit close enough that their shoulders are brushing, Frankie intuitively knows that this is petty defiance against Nick for daring to intrude upon them and the world they've so carefully created together.

She temples Grace’s nearest hand with her own in an attempt to silently communicate that this right here—whatever this is between them—is love.

“So, please”—Grace squeezes her hand back—“please don’t be angry with me… I… I didn’t want this. You know I didn’t want this. I don’t want him to even be here.”

Frankie stares openly at her best friend.

Wide-eyed and hopeful against her self-loathing, self-centered will, she searches her broken face like it's revelatory.

It's stunningly rare that Grace Hanson ever articulates her wants so clearly. Forty years of an emotionally repressive marriage did their number and toll on her. She pedestalized rigid decorum over every conscious desire. 

She played by the rules even if they hurt her.

And drank herself to oblivion on many a night to forget the very fact that she was hurt.

To deny herself the honesty she’d somehow convinced herself that she didn’t deserve.

“… you know this is your husband we’re talking about here, right?” It’s a rhetorical question. Frankie's pretty sure that they both fucking know that it’s insane that this conversation—that this entire situation as a whole—is happening. 

“I know,” Grace replies firmly. “Believe me, I'm well aware. But you’re… you’re my partner, Frankie, and if I can’t be upfront with you, then I don’t know who else I can turn to.”

The very word partner sends shivers down her spine, and the shivers collect like butterflies in her already churning belly.

It’s just a word, she tells herself. 

She scolds.

Grace doesn’t mean anything by it.

It's a label, and Grace doesn't do labels anymore.

“I... I wasn’t mad at you, Grace,” she finally admits. It's easier to do than questioning the extent to which her roommate would give up the world for her, but all the same, her voice is frighteningly weak, a pale imitation of everything Frankie usually projects herself to be: confident, cheerful, unshakeable, unshaken. Suddenly, it hits her that it’s been a very long time since she’s been so openly vulnerable, too. “I'm not even really all that mad at your jailbird husband either. I was just scared, and when I get scared, I skitter like a nervous little bug."

She shuts down.

She spirals.

She tries to put a smile on her face for the people who love her all the same.

And then she lies awake at night, drowning in the sheets of an empty bed.

Thinking about how she should probably tell someone that everything hurts.

But she’s Frankie, and she doesn’t do that.

Grace perpetually convinces herself that she doesn’t deserve honesty; Frankie has come to fear that no one wants her own.

“Were you scared of me?” Grace asks quietly, her grip so tight now that it almost stings.

“Frankie…” She presses when a few heartbeats of silence stagger by, limping painfully on all fours, pronouncing so many unspoken and profound hurts. 

“Of losing you, Grace,” she confesses, the words defeated and scraped raw. She forcefully tugs her hand away from Grace's just to temple her own hands together on her lap, to lick her sundry and shining wounds in a private corner. “I was scared of losing you, of being alone again in this big, empty house… and I don’t like being alone.”

She can’t bear to look at Grace as she says it, staring at the paint-flecked floor without ever really seeing it, her eyes burning.

She wishes they’d stop burning but feels the precise moment when they begin to leak anyway.

It’s all so embarrassing.

And childish.

Frankie is an eighty-year old woman, and she shouldn’t be upset over her best friend having a goddamn life.

She should be happy for her, fucking ecstatic.

And yet, she's—

But before she can complete the miserable thought, her body becomes aware of another sensation entirely—warm arms enveloping her from the side and inexorably pulling her in, turning the space that once existed between two bodies—between them—intangible, negligible.

Grace.

Shock turns into realization, and realization transforms into aching, sweeping relief.

It can only be Grace.

Grace’s soft lips pressed to her cheek.

Grace’s fingertips curling into the fabric of her dress.

Grace’s nose against her neck as she slides her sharp chin across her shoulder.

“I’m not leaving you, Frances Bergstein,” she declares. “Whatever happens between me and Nick, in the end, it’s going to be just you and me in this house that is our damn home. I swear that to you. I’d tell you every day just to prove it to you.”

Oh, these words.

These beautiful, tender, and long-needed-to-hear words.

They’re just words, she could tell herself again.

She could lie.

She could convince herself if she had to.

She could conveniently forget that Grace Hanson uses language carefully, that she employs every sentence with scalpel-like precision.

Or... more complicatedly still... Frankie could believe her.

Frankie could blindly accept these words for what they are, as manifest confirmation that she is loved by another—prioritized and cared for and needed.

She could be Grace’s partner and let that incredible word be electrically charged with so many complex and ridiculous and extraordinary ideas, none of which are traditional, and all of which feel true.

She could believe in her even if belief is not simple, even if belief is a product, first and foremost, of trust.

And Grace has certainly lost her trust before, but goddammit, she's earned it so many times, too.

“Oh, God,” Frankie laughs in such a way that it’s stupidly clear that she’s crying as Grace rubs slow circles into her back with her thumb. “This is all messed up. You’re the one with a house arrested, tax evading husband. I should be the one comforting you.”

“The house arrested, tax evading husband doesn’t particularly faze me,” Grace chuckles, her voice low. “Seeing you hurting and upset does. My priorities are remarkably straight.”

“I’m not sure you know the meaning of that word,” she smiles weakly as they slowly and clumsily begin to extricate themselves from their tangled embrace. 

It’s hard to find themselves again.

To be apart.

“But I do,” Grace protests, emphatic and indignant and maybe even a few shades righteously pissed. “You’re the person I wanna share this crazy life with at the end of the day and every day. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because every day is an incredibly long time to be with me,” Frankie offers meekly, giving her one more perfect and easily acceptable copout, a neatly packaged excuse. 

She can be too much.

She knows this.

“It’s just the right amount of time to be with you,” Grace murmurs, reaching up to brush an errant tear away from Frankie’s cheek, her thumb lingering, her quivering palm. “You’re kind enough to love me, and I’m lucky enough to be loved by you... so let me return the favor, Frankie. Let me be here for you."

And to Grace’s credit in this fleeting moment, she continues to hold Frankie.

It's a promise to never let her go.

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt5

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Alfred wouldn’t say he was confused exactly, but Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng was nothing like he expected. Both he and Bruce had been afraid of another Damian but from the second he’d informed her parents of who he was and why he was there it was rather obvious they’d dodged that bullet. Madam Cheng had shown him into the apartment to wait while her husband closed the bakery. Within ten minutes he had five people glaring at him, threatening severe consequences if he hurt Marinette in any way. Honestly he was expecting some fragile waif.

The girl had run into the room in a panic but her posture said she was ready to fight. Not to mention that the others deferred to her, even her parents. Yes, they were still protective and supportive, but there was no doubt the girl was the one in charge. That was… worrisome. If not for the obvious way she nurtured the others he’d be worried she was a psychopath considering the obvious control she had over the others. It was reminiscent of a cult leader. Watching her with her parents though, it was obvious her emotions were real. It was both a relief and one more thing to look into.

“So you expect us to believe that one of the richest men in the world is just going to defer to the judgement of a seventeen year old girl? Or were you just sent here to get an NDA signed?” Miss Bourgeois’s hostility was far more obvious than the others but they were all watching him with suspicion. “The only thing I don’t get is why he sent a butler instead of a lawyer.” That caused Miss Marinette to turn around and pin the girl with a stern look.

“Chloe, perhaps you could tone down the bitch factor for the time being. Even if he was sent here with less than honorable intentions, he shouldn’t be the target of your aggression.” He watched the two girls stare each other down before Miss Chloe huffed and backed down. Interesting. He hadn’t had much time to research yet so all these interactions were his first impression. Miss Marinette appeared to be best friends with the daughter of the Mayor of Paris and the Style Queen, and was able to back her down. She was dating an Olympic class fencer and M. Couffaine who looked familiar as well but he wasn’t certain from where. She had gained a fierce loyalty from all of them that seemed far more appropriate for soldiers than teenagers.

“It’s perfectly fine Miss Marinette. It’s actually a relief to know you have people around you that are familiar with the politics and pitfalls you may be thrust into. Whether you choose to have contact with Master Bruce or not, information like this tends to find its way into the media. If that happens your life is likely to get far more complicated.” The girl’s expression turned into a sardonic smile while the others simply chuckled.

“I appreciate your concern Monsieur, however misplaced it may be.” There was apparently a lot of information he was missing. “So who exactly is your employer?”

“Bruce Wayne.” He didn’t see any recognition on the girls face and she turned to Miss Chloe with a questioning look.

“Mari, you really need to pay attention to something besides fashion once in a while. Bruce Wayne as in Wayne Enterprises.” Still nothing. Chloe rolled her eyes and Miss Marinette looked to Miss Kagami.

“World wide business conglomerate that has a hand in just about everything. You know that new material you found that’s ridiculously durable?” Her expression lit up at that.

“Yes! It’s so strong and wears so well but it’s still lightweight and comfortable-”

“Focus Melody.” M. Couffaine’s voice was filled with laughter and the others were sharing amused looks. Miss Marinette stopped with a slight blush and sheepish expression. She turned back to look at Alfred.

“And Chloe said you’re his butler?” There were obviously quite a few questions in that sentence and he decided it would be better to answer most of them now.

“Yes Miss. I’ve been with the family a long time. Master Bruce’s parents are actually the ones that hired me. When they died I became Master Bruce’s guardian. I know the family better than anyone else and we felt it would be less intimidating for you if I came. I’m also the best person to answer any questions or address any concerns you may have.” She was frowning in thought but when she spoke it wasn’t anything he expected.

“How old was he when his parents died?”

“He was eight Miss.” He answered on reflex and it made her frown deepen.

“So you basically raised him.” Alfred just nodded. He watched Miss Marinette as her face went from concentration to a bright smile. “Which makes you more his father than his butler. That means you’re basically my grandfather.” He blinked at her, not quite understanding where she was going with this.

“I suppose some people could see it that way Miss.” Her smile became blinding.

“I’m going to call you Grandpa Alfie, and you should call me Mari.” He had no idea how to respond to that declaration. As his silence lasted her expression became uncertain and he watched her go from a bright, confidant woman to a shy, insecure child. “If that’s okay with you I mean.” Her voice had become hesitant and it seemed like she was expecting to be yelled at. Suddenly the protective nature of the people around them made a lot more sense. He finally cleared his throat to respond.

“It would be an honor if you wished to call me Grandpa Alfie Miss Marinette.” And just like that her smile was back, this time with a determined light in her eyes.

“And I’m going to get you to call me Mari too.” She was certainly confident, he’d give her that.

“As you say Miss.” Her eyes lit up in much the same way Master Tim’s did when he was given a particularly difficult case to solve. Alfred couldn’t help but wonder what he’d just gotten into.

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