#one day i'll get an insult that's too accurate it hurts

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you look like every character ever made in a picrew. you look like if someone melted victor from despicable me in a microwave. you look like you say "erm actually" irl. you look like you used to call yourself a "chaotic gremlin" when you were younger. you look like if someone asked me to think of the average tumblr user. you look like the dictionary definition of "androgynous fair-skinned person". you look like if the phrase "oh my gods" was a person

and ladies, i'm single

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[carbonbasedmatter]

You're reading lord of the flies? What do you think of it?

Yes!! I just finished chapter 10 and im enjoying it maybe it's because I mostly only get to read it at school lol but im going through it really slow. I like all the little details and pieces of information about the island but at the same time it makes it a lot harder to focus. I keep reading one sentence and having to go back like...wait what

They're kind of disorganized but here's some thoughts I had while reading hehe:

I know that it's meant to show how kids are taught to treat other kids like that but I felt so bad for Piggy at the beginning he wanted to be called anything except that but that's all he's called from the moment that he tells Ralph that. I like how it shows Ralph internally debating on whether he should apologize or insult him further when he realizes he's hurt because yeah that's accurate how a lot of kids are. A lot of the boy's happy moments on the island came from excluding him too...I like how Ralph and Piggy's friendship develops as things get worse.

All of the characters are very real they act exactly how you would expect a bunch of 12-year-olds to in this situation. Honestly Jack annoyed me a lot but I think even his actions were motivated by his insecurities at not being chosen chief and people preferring Ralph more than him. Seeing their friendship deteriorate so quickly to the point Ralph just straight up asked Jack "why do you hate me" was really sad.

I feel like it got so dark so quick?? Simon did not deserve to die ☹☹ I mean was kind of expecting something bad to happen since the 7th chapter but still. That part where the beast starts talking to Simon and saying that he's a part of him was genuinely terrifying. Even Ralph and Piggy lie to themselves. I like the detail of them having to keep reminding themselves why keeping the fire going is important and not turn up like the hunters.

that's all for now, I could be wrong about this stuff i'll probably finish it in a few days i'll tell you what I thought :)

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 15 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Fanner was fuller than he'd ever been.

He was so full it was making him sleepy but he'd already decided he wouldn't be sleeping much tonight.

He wanted to be useful, to balance out all the harm he'd done and the burden he'd been for Yore.

Maybe that was impossible but he wanted to at least try to do something good.

Sex wasn't the answer.

Maybe people would want to have sex with him but sex as a service seemed to be frowned upon on this side of the border.

He could think of only one other way to make himself useful.

The problem was that he had to do it secretly because this was one thing nobody could ever know about.

As soon as the three of them arrived back in the room upstairs, Yore placed a hurdle in his plans.

"Okay, Fanner, you must need to be balanced by now, so you can share the bed with Lucas. I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, it's okay, I don't actually ever need to be balanced," Fanner said. "I can move energy and that includes inside myself, so I always stay balanced. I... I should sleep on the floor."

Which also didn't mesh with his plans but he wasn't about to volunteer Lucas for it.

"Have you ever slept on the floor before?"

"Well..."

Once when he'd been shut in that storage closet waiting for Mr Burrows.

"We still have the bedrolls, don't we? I can sleep on one of them and it won't be any different from the last few days. You need to rest your back."

"Just share the bed," Lucas cut in before Yore could object. "I'll be fine."

Yore's eyebrows lifted.

"You're going to sleep on the floor?"

"First of all I'm a fucking bandit so I don't know why that's such a wild idea to you. Second of all... no, of course not. We're at an inn. There are other beds. Maybe I'll go see if Berron's still looking for some company."

"That works," Yore said. "And to be clear, I was implying I thought you were too selfish to sleep on the floor, not too soft."

"Oh, okay. That's much less insulting and far more accurate."

"Thank you," Fanner told Lucas. "Will I see you again before we leave?"

"Uh huh. I'll see you for breakfast tomorrow," Lucas said and then... "Fuck," as he opened the door and was confronted with Cookie.

"Cookie, you're a little shit."

Lucas had to use his legs to block Cookie as he edged through the door so that she wouldn't try to get into the room and then he was gone and the door was shut and they were alone.

Yore walked over and locked the door.

"Just in case," Yore explained. "Cookie does more or less have hands and I don't want to wake up to her breathing on my face."

"Yes, me either," Fanner agreed.

Would he hurt her if he did?

Would he reflexively try to pull energy from her if she startled him like that?

He didn't even know anymore.

But now wasn't the time to think about that.

He had exactly what he wanted.

Yore took his shirt off and began stretching out his back.

He always looked away from Fanner when he was doing that, as though he was trying to avoid attention, though it was impossible to ignore.

"Is it bothering you?" Fanner asked.

"Ah, well, it always does a bit," Yore said, twisting his torso one way and then the other. "But yeah, the last few days have been rougher on it than usual."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Anyway, I'll be fine. I'll see if I can get a friend of mine to give me a massage when I drop you off. That'll loosen things up a bit."

Fanner bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile.

He had been wondering how he was going to lead into this and Yore had just given him the perfect opening.

"Well... I could give you one now, if you'd like. We get training in massage. I'm very good at it."

Yore hesitated.

"Just so we're on the same page here, this would just be a massage, right? You're not expecting it to be anything more?"

"Just a massage. You said you didn't want anything else, so I won't. I promise."

Yore smiled and then made a face as he stretched his arms out in front of himself.

"In that case, yes. If you really don't mind, I would appreciate that."

"Do you have any massage oil?"

"I'm sure Lucas has a lot of things," Yore said as he went and sat on the edge of the bed and started going through the drawers in the bedside table.

He unscrewed the lid on a bottle, sniffed the contents, then put the lid back on and put the bottle back.

He tried a second bottle, nodded to himself and then held it out to Fanner.

"Here. Massage oil."

Fanner took the bottle and sniffed it. Lavender.

Yore lay stomach down on the bed and Fanner knelt next to him.

It would have been easier to straddle his ass but that was the kind of thing they'd been taught to do for their masters only.

There was a reason they'd never actually practised that move during their training.

Fanner poured some of the oil into his palm.

"It's okay if you still don't want to answer this but... Um... How did you get hurt?"

"Oh," Yore said and then... "Hmm," as Fanner spread oil across his back. "I don't mind telling you now, it's just... kind of complicated."

Fanner began to gently knead Yore's back.

"I'll try to understand. I'm smarter than I seem."

"I don't think you're too stupid to get it, it's just..." Yore yawned...

"A bit of a long story."

"We can talk about it later if you prefer. Or not at all."

Fanner was still struggling not to tack a 'sir' on to some of the things he said to Yore.

It felt disrespectful not to.

Fanner's mind had only been programmed to deal with humans and mages and he was still struggling to figure out how to apply this to Yore.

He couldn't exactly convince his brain that Yore was a mage, though intellectually he knew he wasn't human either and it made more sense to treat him as an equal.

Probably?

He didn't exactly know how the politics of these things worked but Yore didn't seem to expect anything else.

"No, you're helping me now, so I'll tell you now," Yore said. "Hmm. You're good at that."

"Thank you. Being at the House for so many years meant I got more training in such things than most."

That was only part of the story, however.

He'd always been particularly good at giving massages because he had a secret trick.

He had always instinctively used his magic to relax the muscles of the person he was massaging and ease any inflammation.

He had told one of the other boys about it when he was too young to know better and the boy had just seemed confused and then had tried to tell one of the humans in charge what Fanner had told him.

Fortunately the boy's explanation had been muddled enough that Fanner had been able to convince them that he had meant that he cleaned the surface of the person's skin while giving them a massage.

He had been reminded not to do things he hadn't been asked to and that had been the end of it.

After that, Fanner was more careful about what he shared with others.

He did keep using his magic for massages, however.

It just made his massages better.

It gave him an unfair advantage and he was doing things that weren't asked of him which was bad, but he was so bad at most things.

He needed just one thing he would be praised for.

"Hmm, okay," Yore said. "Story time before I fall asleep."

[phantom-miria]

Your WoL is so cute- can you share more about her? (This totally isn’t your fanfiction exchange assigned gifter trying to subtly stalk you. Noooo. Not at all. Shifty eyes.)

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I'm so flattered! And also I love talking about her! I actually filled out a "meet my WoL" chart a while ago that I never posted here, so I'll post that in a bit for you as a separate photo post! But I think the basic run-down is that she's a Keeper Miqo'te whose name doesn't quite match the naming conventions mostly because I carried her over from a different game I rp'd in, so uhh...Astrid Voll, Astrid Vholl, Bustle, and ANGERY CAT are all equally accurate names for her because I've just shifted a bunch of things over time. Bustle is a nickname/pseudonym for her tailoring work, and for the name not exactly matching Miqo'te syllabic patterns I mostly just figure she grew up separate from a clan and lived in Limsa instead and was named there, and apprenticed as a tailor when she was young.

Mostly sticks to magic classes (WHM main, I'm really into RDM for DPS, I also have AST as one of the main classes I cycle through and not magic but I LOVE Dancer too; I'm working my way through SCH/SMN now) but recently started dabbling with PLD, mostly because I thought the Castrum Abania paladin set was REALLY pretty and wanted it. And it's probably the sparkliest tank job :D

Palette wise, mostly sticks to reds, whites, blacks, golds, and pinks. You can't fight crime if you ain't cute, so lots of different flashy pretty aesthetics. I've cycled through a few hair styles, the big sticking point is usually if they have bangs I like :') Sidebangs for Bustle always.

Backstory and personality-wise, she lost her girlfriend in the Calamity and is a bit quieter and more jaded these days as a result. She can be bluntly rude at first and is a little afraid of getting close to people, because if you don't get close to people then losing them won't hurt so much! But then she's lonely from pushing people away, so it's kind of an ugly push-pull of social needs, and what she settles on is an uncomfortable compromise between being rude to people and testing boundaries to see if they stick around while having a very soft heart underneath it all.

But I think the WoL is such a source of hope in FFXIV's story that her journey throughout it would be a re-discovery of how much hope she still has, and ofc she ends up developing ties to everyone in the Scions, Ishgard, the Resistance, the First, etc. The story really puts the WoL through the wringer! (I'm still working my way through the story and am currently in post-patch Shadowbringers after taking a three year break, but have thoroughly spoiled myself over everything (and cried over certain parts of Endwalker that I've watched on Youtube at least 20 times) so no need to worry about spoilers or leaving parts out, I love the whole game and want content set at any part of it, no holds barred.)

Also I just love the idea of her with Aymeric because he's SO in awe of the WoL and everything they do and the idea of him being so starry-eyed over this little shit of a Miqo'te is very funny to me. And I think he's so earnest and kind that she would want very much to protect that in him, and he would be fun to tease but not fun to be rude to, so he'd be one of the only people to end up mostly exempt from her habit of needling for no particular reason (alongside some assorted Scions, but not all, because some of them it would be great fun to insult/provoke for no particular reason).

But Aymeric would get right to the soft nougaty center of her that's just filled with love. I think he'd bring out the better sides in her because he does that with everyone who isn't 100% evil because AYMERIC IS SO GOOD ; u; I think Aymeric hits a really fun balance of intensely composed and take-charge and intense about what he believes in. He's got an aura of confidence but really looks up to the WoL too, and I think he's just like. The goodest boy. And he deserves good things. Or to be hurt and then comforted with good things. And I think WoL/Aymeric in general has great potential to have these two super important people find someone they can lean on, even if the distance can make it really hard.

Anyway uhh aside from what I linked in my signup, you can find pics of her in my tag on this blog: https://phantom-miria.tumblr.com/tagged/character:%20bustle

Unfortunately it covers the versions of her I've played in other games too, so here's a few FFXIV specific posts of her appearance, including art drawn by friends. My most recent hairstyle for her is the shorter bob with the braid that's in some of the imgur images in my sign up:

and a text post that I think about sums her up: https://phantom-miria.tumblr.com/post/150662998775/byrneing-my-heart-is-guarded-but-like-very

and uhh I guess I'll go post that rp meme I filled out, and thank you so much for your interest and I hope ANY of this babbling was helpful and just aaaaa I love talking WoLs

[teyvat-imagines]

Hello! I saw requests were open and was craving for some angst ya see? If you don't mind, may I please ask for HCs (can be platonic or romantic, I'm fine with either) Diluc and Kaeya (separate) with an S/O who often insults or degrades themselves in a joking or nonchalant manner. When they get confronted for it, they say smth like, "It's the truth, ain't it?"

If this makes you uncomfortable, it's fine, thanks for your hard work anyways! Keep up the good work 😉😊

Hello! :D Thanks for the request ^w^ I hope I've done your request justice here, enjoy :) (I know said angst but I did sneak in a little bit of comfort there too, I hope that's okay!)

S/O Who Insults Themselves

○ Warnings: Angst

Diluc:

○ It hurts him to hear you talking about yourself that way. He loves you and he wishes you could see how important you are to him.

○ He knows there must be a reason for it though, so he avoids confrontation for as long as he can.

○ It comes to a head one day though. There's only so much the man can take before it boils over...

He's suiting up, ready for an evening of protecting Mondstadt. He smiles warmly at you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips with a soft kiss, a silent promise to come home safe and sound.

You smile at him, and it doesn't quite reach your eyes when you speak. "Please come home. Though, I'm sure it's tempting to go find someone better looking than me." You say it with a chuckle. In your mind it was true after all. When you looked in the mirror all you saw was a flawed creature. One that was unworthy of love and most definitely did not deserve the kindness he showed you. You knew Diluc didn't like when you spoke about yourself this way, but you also knew he wouldn't say anything. Or at least, he wasn't supposed to.

"My flame, you know I love you. Why on earth would I go looking for anyone else?" There's an undertone of annoyance, but he tries to keep it at bay. "There is no one in Teyvat better than you-" There's a knot in your stomach as you push him away. You're not sure when these thoughts began. They've been a part of you for as long as you can remember. And they've been here for long enough that his words feel more like a hollow lie.

"No one in Teyvat? Really." You stare at him in disbelief. "Diluc, you don't get it it. I'm not a good person. I'm not good for you! Or for anyone! I'm selfish, rude, I can't do a damn thing right!" He tries to intervene, stepping closer and reaching out to you. You back up again. And again. And again. Until your back hits the wall and you start to cry, your voice breaking as you say "It's the truth isn't it." You don't pose it as a question, but he answers anyway.

"It is not the truth. It's what your mind tells you, but it is far from accurate." He speaks softly, standing in front of you. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes so his hand moves to your chin and guides you to look up at him. "I can't begin to understand why your mind is hurting you like this. But I can promise to love you tenfold. For every time you put youself down, I'll bring you back up." His grip is soft, and there's still space between you. He's giving you the option to escape if you need it. "Every insult will be met with twice the amount of compliments. And I will repeat them again and again until you can finally start to accept them." But for as long as you stay there, he talks. And he listens. And he holds you as you cry. It's going to be a long journey, but this is one you will stay on together.

Kaeya:

○ Kaeya can almost understand where you're coming from when you attack yourself.

○ He is after all, somehow both his biggest fan and worst enemy.

○ He would often try to brush your comments off with his own, but when push comes to shove he would get serious.

"I'm the worst you know..." Your voice sounds hollow as you stare up at the sky above you. The ground was cold and uncomfortable, but you couldn't bring yourself to move yet. Niether could Kaeya. Even through the rain the two of you laid together, letting the water soak through you and listening to the rainfall.

"Ah ah." He tuts and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "I'm afraid I already hold that title dear~!" He chuckles and it makes your frown deepen. He was treating this like a joke. "You can be second worst I suppose-"

"I'm serious you know." You mutter, voice soft as you turn away from him and curl up. "You always treat this like some kind of joke but it's not." There's a cold bitterness to your voice that could rival even his cryo vision. "I'm horrible. I can't do anything right. I'm lazy. Pathetic..." You laugh softly. "I'm so damn pathetic..." A shakey breathe, and then silence. Kaeya waits for you to continue, but you don't. Not at first. You would normally push yourself back up from this. Laugh it off, as nothing to worry about. But, you found today you couldn't seem to do that... It hurt. It hurt so much. And he still wasn't speaking. He wasn't arguing with you so... So of course... "It's the truth, isn't it..." A weight sits on your chest, heavy and painful as your thoughts spiral.

Pathetic.

Worthless.

Stupid.

Selfish.

Weak.

So pathetic...

It's only the sudden warmth against your back that frees you from your mind. Kaeya's holding you, his arms strong around your waist, making it impossible to get away from what he has to say.

"I want to tell you you're wrong. Because you are, you so sorely mistaken when you treat yourself this poorly. But, I don't think I can..." You're silent as you listen to him. When he speaks, there's a raw sadness to his voice that makes your heart ache. There's something he's hiding too... You can feel it. "I can't sit here and tell you to love yourself when I know that pain well." Something he's not yet ready to share with you. Old wounds on his mind that have festered and grown worse in his time. "There isn't a lot I can promise you, honestly (Y/N). But, through all this pain, I can at least offer you my heart." Your shoulders start to relax as he continues to speak. "I admit, it's not in great condition. I suppose you could even call it patchwork. But, it is yours if you will accept it." You lean back against his form, your eyes closing, a feeling of peace starting to bloom. "I love you and I will always love you. So, if you're truly so horrible? Well, then let's be terrible together my little snowflake."

[sweetestlamb]

Wake Me Up Inside(Chapter 2)

Summary: Hope is a flickering light, coming and going as it sees fit. 

Author's note: Y'all like this? Color me surprised I thought everyone had cast Sujin aside based on tumblr post honestly, expected maybe 3 people to read this. I'm happy so many are enjoying, thanks for coming along for the ride. If any talented individuals want to make me a header that would be great, anyway enjoy the teen angst. More awful parenting, beware. it hurts me to write this but random immediate romance doesn’t make sense to me so here we goooo. 

The world seems larger, everyone towers over her as they squeeze by jostling her tiny body, she twists and turns desperately searching for a familiar face and faltering when there is none. Just blurred faces with stretched out smiles that are horrifying grotesque, almost as if they were painted on by a deranged circus clown. She begins to run frantically racing away from the figures, who are now reaching out for her grabbing her arm and tugging at her pigtails. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out, bringing a trembling hand to her lips she finds them sewn shut, silencing her petrified screams.

Then a hand clutches at her elbow and she's spun around, suddenly staring into the face of evil.

"Where have you been you brat? Everyone was waiting for you."

She tries to tug free of his punishing grip but his fingers tighten on her tender flesh, marking the delicate skin. Ignoring her evident trepidation he forcefully pushes her towards a table, with a large looming birthday cake.

"Hurry up and blow out these candles, you're almost old enough to be useful to me."

Screaming no in her mind, she breaks free of his hold running as fast as her compact legs will take her but she miscalculates and trips over a stray toy, tumbling over the edge of a pool she hadn't noticed there earlier. The cold splash of the chlorine scented water on her skin shocks her in a panicked daze and when she pries her eyes open the menacing face of her father greets her looking nonplussed by her hectic drowning.

"Good riddance." He smirks sipping from his cup as he stalks away, no longer bothered with her. 

Water constructs her airway and she continues to sink to the bottom. Forgotten and discarded.

With a flash she bursts from her nightmare silent scream on her tongue, it's his presence that silences her cry. Wide feline eyes regard her from his crouched position, it takes a moment to realize that the rapid puffs of air filling the room are coming from her lips. She grips at the mattress beneath her, hopelessly pleading with her heart and lungs as her body quivers from the intensity of her dream.

"Are you okay? You looked like you were having a bad dream, I called your name a few times."

She's decidedly not any semblance of okay and has no concept of what that would entail for her but she finds herself nodding, lying as easily as she always does.

"I'm fine." Clipped and brisk despite the cold sweat on her skin, she's probably soaked through his shirt the collar almost plastered to red collar bones.

He doesn't reply further than pursing his lips and walking over to a dresser she'd hadn't noticed earlier.

"That lie would probably be more believable if you didn't look as if you were going to pass out at any second." She can hear his eyes rolling at her and it raises her heckles, she doesn't need anyone looking after her, she is fine on her own.

"I should go." She says curtly, forcing herself out of the dangerously warm bed to walk across the room and test her previously soaked pajamas. Damp, but they'll do.

"I thought you had nowhere to go." He challenges finally standing to his full height, subconsciously she flinches at the sudden movement and immediately he takes a step back pressing himself almost flush with the wall. Lowering his head until they are almost eye level. Shame washes over her do strongly she has to turn away, so pathetic.

Speaking to his bedpost she answers, "That was last night. I can go home now."

Her father will be at work until late into the evening, she just needs to lock herself in her room and she should be safe until school tomorrow.

He hums at her sounding closer than he did earlier, "You don't have to go. I'll find an excuse to give my mom, you can stay here."

No she can't. She knows what's going through his mind, probably the same thing that went through Suho's when he saw the blood on her lip for the first time, you poor little thing. Pity was always the first reaction but it never lasted, eventually pity shifted to annoyance nobody wanted to be friends with someone getting beaten. It was depressing, and uncomfortable to discuss and there was nothing anyone could do to help her. It was her penance for being born a girl and not being the best at least to make up for that disappointment.

"I'm not a stray puppy, you can't just pick me up off the street and expect me to stay. I told you, I'm fine." This time she says it harder, sharper with a bite that screams don't push me.

Unsurprisingly enough Han Seojun doesn't seem intimidated by her.

This time she gets to witness the eye roll as he approaches her but still keeps his head lowered as if deferring to her. "I already told you that I don't pity you, you need help stop pretending you don't."

But she's not pretending, that would imply that she wants others to help secretly. That just isn't accurate, she wants nothing- expects nothing. Her father pound any inkling of hope she had out a long time ago.

Stepping into his space, her eyes narrow as she bites out, "I don't need anything certainly not help from you. You're not a nice person, what am I your one good deed? Just mind your business."

She pointedly glances away at the flash of hurt that scatters across his expressive face.

She expects him to lash out, stretch to his full form and berate her, reprimand her ungrateful behavior and an even darker side of her almost expects him to slap her. I see why your father does that, you deserve it.

"Suit yourself."

That's all he says solemnly with a shrug before tossing more dry clothes at the bed and silently exiting the room.

She feels worse than she did before. Guilt gnawing at her, she ignores the offered clothes she doesn't deserve his hospitality or warmth. She disrobes and puts back on the damp chilled pajamas, that matches her better.

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That's what he gets for trying to help someone, his act of kindness thrown back in his face. Angrily he pours the boiling water into the waiting cup, starting his mother's mandatory morning tea. He's so lost in the routine that he doesn't notice her presence until she clears her throat. His pride stops him from turning around, her words were as painful as a dagger.

"Your clothes are on the bed. I called a cab."

He nods without looking back, "Get home saf--" He cuts himself off, maybe he's overstepping again. So he just hums and stirs the now perfect cup of tea with a splash of milk. His sister's will get three sugars, she has such a sweet tooth.

The soft snap of the front door closing is loud in the silence of the morning, the sun has barely risen. His mother will be out in an hour, he was worried for nothing. Nobody will even know she was here. He can pretend this was all a fever dream and listen to her advice, he's never minded anyone else's business why did he decide to start now?

Lesson learned.

He spends the remainder of his weekend not thinking about the bruises on her face and instead plays video games, bullying Suho into playing Call of Duty with him online until the stupid genius starts to win too often and it's no longer stress reducing.

"Sore loser." He scoffs at the staticky insult through his headphones, draining the can of soda he took from the fridge. He should start dinner soon, his mom and sister will be back from shopping any minute.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did." He can't help but roll his eyes at the lame response but he pushes on ignoring his brain shouting at him that this is the opposite of minding his business. He hardly listens to his brain, his gut is much stronger.

"Does Sujin have any siblings? Or does she like to box or anything like that? " He tries to make sense of the night, maybe it wasn't what he thought initially. From his memory Sujin comes from a very affluent respectable family, there's no way right?

"What? What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer me." He quips impatiently, ready to let go of this unwarranted worry that's been weighing on his heart.

After a long pause where he checks if his Wi-Fi disconnected he finally hears a response, "No. She lives with her mother and father, she's an only child. And I’ve never known her to do anything physical like that."

His chest tightens, not what he wanted to hear. Her flinch this morning flashes brightly in his memory. He wasn't mistaken. He's sure of it, she'd been scared. 

"Why?"

He can barely hear through the ringing in his ear, "Nothing. I have to go."

He signs off before the other boy can reply, walking autopilot to the kitchen to get started on dinner. Chopping vegetables does nothing to stop the nausea bubbling in his stomach.

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Taking the bus the next day is out of the question, he has spent the entire weekend wishing he had the nerve to get the girl's number but anyone he asked would misunderstand why and he didn't need anymore rumors circulating, he would just have to get it from her himself. If she wanted him to mind his business she shouldn't have collapsed where he could see.

The engine rumbles between his legs as he brings his motorcycle to a stop, swinging off effortlessly before tugging the helmet off and shaking his hair free. He doesn't notice the various lecherous female and male eyes watching his very moment, too focused on walking into the school and finding her.

Turning a corner he sees her instantly, sandwiched between her two best friends, they look like a high school brochure giggling as they walk down the hallway garnering the attention of most of the male population. The purple bruise on her cheek is missing, nothing but smooth blemish free skin. He almost does a double take. As all three of them pass him, he locks eyes with Sujin for a moment, the mask slides off for a second but the moment he blinks the façade snaps back into place, nothing left but a pretty empty smile.

He follows them into class, sliding into his seat and promptly going to sleep. He has to catch her alone.

Doing so proves to be a near impossible feat, she's always surrounded by her two bestie shadows and Chorong and the gang are never far from him either. He sighs forlornly even time he sees her only for someone to interrupt before he can approach her. All too frustrated.

He's sitting dejected on the staircase when he hears the bustle of students in the hallway, their voices carrying down the long space and he rolls his eyes imagining what ridiculous situation they've deemed as drama now. Last time it was Ju-Kyung having pimples, a topic that was completely groundbreaking and worthy of weeks of discussion. So it's with the smallest shred of curiosity that he stands up wandering over to the commotion.

"What's going on?" He directs to the closest person, some mousy looking girl who stutters out an indecipherable answer. He looks at her confused before stalking away to find someone who has a better grasp of communication. He poses the question again, to a boy this time.

"I heard one of the girls started freaking out in the bathroom. Screaming not to be touched."

He stands frozen before the words register in his brain and his feet are moving without his brain's permission. Shoving past gossiping bystanders, he easily gets to the front only to see Ju-Kyung covering someone with her sweater as they walk down the hallway. Immediately the crowd comes alive and they surge forward like a wave all calling questions out at once, "What's wrong with you?", "Why did you freak out?", "Who do you think you are? Are you too rich to be touched or something?"

He twists his head around ferociously at the last question, everyone in front of him gulps while taking a step back. The hallway is a cacophony of voices and shouts and he can feel his anger boiling, slamming his fist into the nearest surface-a wall- he gets everyone's attention.

"Go back to your classes. Now."

Some of the male students look as if they are going to challenge his authority but another step forward is all it takes to get the student body scampering to their classrooms.

Inhaling deeply he stomps off to find the source of his unease.

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It had been hard to disregard, how lacking of warmth her house was. Seojun's apartment had been brimming with warmth and love, the fridge bursting with papers and drawings documenting that someone cared enough to show them off. Her home was a large empty prison in comparison.

But she'd been right, it was dark and quiet proof that her parents were not home. With her heart in her throat she ran to her room, locking the door behind her. Sleep captured her before she knew she was in its grasps, waking up groggy hours later and forgetting where she was. Fierce pounds on her door reminded her instantly.

"Open this door now."

His voice is a low growl, even more terrifying than when he's screaming his lungs out. She grabs her vanity chair pressing it under the door knob for more protection.

She jumps when the door bulges, the loud crashing making it clear that he's slamming bodily into the door now determined to get to her.

"Please....stop." She pleads, tears already cascading down her bruised cheeks.

"Open this fucking door!!"

She's sobbing now, body folded as she cries her eyes out shaking viciously as her father continues to ran into the door, dread filling her stomach as he's never fought this hard before.

Then everything is quiet.

The pounding is gone as suddenly as it arrived. She doesn't let go her panic just yet, still too raw. Butt seconds crawl to minutes and she hears nothing so she finally exhales, sliding to the floor in relief.

She weakly crawls to her bathroom, turning the dial to the hottest temperature possible wanting to burn off his brand on her skin. After her shower she brushes her wet hair, staring at the bruise, it's turning yellow now with tinges of purple. Good thing she let Su-ah and Ju-Kyung convince her to buy foundation the last time they were in the beauty store. She will have to layer it on tomorrow.

She's starving but the thought of leaving her room with him in the house is enough to eliminate her appetite. Instead she puts on a warm sweater and sweat pants and wraps herself in a thick blanket, still too cold ice running through her veins.

She had never felt as warm as she did at his house.

A quiet knock thankfully pulls her away from such unnecessary thoughts. She simply listens.

"Su-jin, it's mom. I brought you food."

She sits up, crawling out of bed to stand in front of the bed. Her mother has never brought her food, even when she was nine and hadn't gotten a perfect score on her spelling test and her father locked her in the closet for two days with only a dictionary. She'd contemplated eating the pages before she was finally set free. Her mother had simply looked away, avoiding eye contact until she was safely back in her room.

But her stomach grumbles at the mention of sustenance and despite her best judgement she opens the door.

It's a mistake.

Immediately she notes that her mother has nothing in her hands, trembling herself and before she can slam the door shut a foot blocks her escape.

He uses the belt that time whipping her in places that others will never see, her back, thighs, and shoulders. Her mother's weakly calls out, "Don't hit her face she has to meet that boy you wanted this week."

It goes on for what seems like hours, he leaves her crumpled on the ground her body stinging as she refused to cry, blinking her tears away not wanting to give him what he wants. When her mother meekly walks over and extends a hand to her, she looks at her with listless eyes. Her mother has a fresh bruise on her cheek, her father hardly hits her anymore using Sujin has his punching bag instead but at times of high frustration he would regress.

She wonders if her mother knew that one day this would be her faith. If this was the purpose of her birth.

She doesn't take the hand. It seems there was still some hope left, it is extinguished now.

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The school day had been easy she's been hiding her abuse for years, no teacher had ever suspected a thing and she didn't even blame them. It would just be bothersome, her father was a powerful man there wouldn't be much they could do.

She slaps on a smile, allowing herself to be dragged around by Su-ah and Ju-Kyung, listening as they giggle about their boyfriends chiming in the appropriate moments to not seem disinterested or jealous. She is jealous though, of their freedom and innocent problems, she'd lost her innocence a long time ago.

She knows Seojun is trying to talk to her but she can't handle seeing him right now, having to face someone who knows what she's going through sounds worst than being beat right now. So she jolts at every sight of the tall lanky figure, thankful for his fan club who seems to announce his every arrival. She's on her way to having a successful day when everything goes to hell.

She's in the bathroom drying her hands when a classmate comes in, responding to the small talk she answers the girl's question before nodding her head in goodbye.

"Oh your tag is sticking out."

That's all she hears before a hand is brushing across her sore beaten neck and her reaction is instantaneous, she turns around catching the offending hand and twisting it.

Her throat wheezes out, "Don't touch me."

The girl stares at her wide-eyed before tugging her hand away, then other girls begin to come of the stalls to see what's happening and before she knows it she's hyperventilating on the ground, nonsensical words dripping off her tongue. Everything is too loud and her head is splitting in half just when her vision is graying out, she smells a familiar perfume.

"Su-jin ah, you're going to be okay. Just breathe with me, follow me."

Ju-Kyung's voice is calming and sure, not touching her but covering them both in her sweater as she models how to breathe, she follows until her lungs are no longer burning.

"Good. You're doing so good, is it okay if I touch you? I'm going to help you up."

She grabs at the bathroom wall yanking herself until she's upright, trying to show her friend that she's not that weak but a look of hurt is displayed on her face and Sujin doesn't comprehend why.

The other girl shakes it off though, now covering her fully with her cornflower yellow sweater.

She's suddenly reminded of her nightmare this morning as she has to pass all the students in the hallway, all pointing and laughing as she falls apart some of them even have their phone out recording her and she sways uneasily before catching herself, trembling the whole way she walks down the hallway until a loud bang and a voice she recognizes all too well silences the uproar.

Resisting the desire to look back she allows Ju-Kyung to pull her up the stairs until they're on the roof. Air pumps into her lungs as she's finally free of all the judgmental eyes.

She expects the other girl to start interrogating her the moment the door closes but it never comes, instead Ju-Kyung places her sweater around her trembling body.

"You're okay. Just keep breathing."

She does her best to follow the uncomplicated directions.

After a few minutes, Ju-Kyung's phone suddenly rings disturbing the quietude. She barely hears blood rushing in her ears like the waves at the beach.

"Okay we're on the roof."

She stills at that utterance, turning in alarm.

"Who was that? Who did you tell where we are?"

Ju-Kyung looks guilty, as if she wasn't meant to hear that conversation. She doesn't want to see anyone right now, can barely stand to be with herself.

"Call them back and tell them not to come. I want to be alone."

Ju-Kyung holds her phone in her hands gingerly staring at the screen, clearly contemplating what is the right decision. She almost lunges for the phone to see who is the most recent call, but it's not needed as the roof door slams open.

"Why are you here?" She shouts, walking away now furious that tears are already filling her eyes now just at the sight of him.

"Nice to see you too princess." He drawls back, following her further onto to roof.

"Will you two be okay? I have to go back to class."

She spins to glare at her friend, why would she leave her alone with Seojun? They have had any interaction at school that hasn't been antagonistic.

"Yes, we need to talk." He answers for them and that's enough to make Ju-Kyung nod before walking off with a smile in her direction. The door shuts loudly behind her retreating back, Sujin wants to chase after her. Instead she turns back to him spitting fire and poison. 

"I told you to mind your business."

"Are you okay?" He counters, eying her like a wild animal who can bolt at any minute, he isn’t wrong.

"That's none of your business!"

His expression remains the same, those beguiling feline eyes that scream at her.

"How hurt are you?"

Her emotions come crashing down again. He just keeps pushing and picking at her, no matter how much she shouts and shoves him away he just won’t go away like everyone else did. What is wrong with him? Couldn’t he see that she was more trouble than she was worth?

"What do you want to hear, huh? That everything hurts, that he used a belt this time! Do you want to hear about how he beat me until I bleed! Why do you care what happens me, why won't you leave me the fuck alone!"

Sobs ravage her body, she keeps brushing the fiery tears away fighting with her emotions but they won't stop and her palms are wet from covering her face, her breath is hitching until she starts hiccupping uncontrollably and she starts to feel light-headed.

"Hey! Su-jin! Breathe!"

But she can't, she doesn't remember how. Her body only knows how to hurt.

"Breathe, damnit!" Despite his shout, she hears the slight quiver in his voice but she can't discern why it's there but it desperately makes her want to obey.

When he cups her head, staring her head on she feels the vine wrapped around her lungs shrivel up and air starts gushing in until she feels dizzy, she sways back and forth gravity now also working against her and then she's being reeled in, her head placed on his chest. The thumping of his heart lulls her into a meditative state, she starts to count the beats and before she knows it the cobwebs in her head subside. Embarrassed by their sudden closeness, his arms are still by his side now almost immediately retracting from her head but she can feel his warmth radiating onto the skin of her thighs, she begins to draw back.

"Just stay. It's helping."

She blisters at his words, preparing to push him away.

"It's helping me, seeing you like that....it scared me. I helped you the other night, you should return the favor."

She puffs up before deflating, she'll never admit it but this is helping having something else to focus on, his scent, his heartbeat, the way his chest expands and constricts with every breath. The buzz of their skin nearly touching, his deep voice rumbling through his chest and into her ears, all placating and soothing her worries away. 

"Fine."

She's never known Seojun to stay still for this long after years of attending the same school, always bursting with kinetic energy so she's pleasantly surprised by how long he simply stands and lets her rest on his chest, neither of them saying a word.

She stiffens when he suddenly starts moving disturbing their stillness, she sees his hands balled into tight fists by his side and wonders what's going through his mind.

"You can't go back there."

This again, she starts to remind him that she has nowhere to g--

"Stay with me."

[nachotrash]

ANOTHER EDITION OF INCORRECT QUOTES

ft: @catchmewiddershins @paradise-creator @elektrosonix @lilikags @todd-the-phrog and my irl bestie

Lili: I think I'm falling for you.

Anna: Then get up.

Anna: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Pauline: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Wid walks in*

Pauline: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Sara: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing.

Wid: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Isamu: Is something burning?

Wid, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Isamu: Wid, the toaster is literally on fire.

Isamu: *seductively takes off glasses*

Isamu: Wow...

Anna: *blushes* Haha... what?

Isamu: You're really fucking blurry.

Anna: Any questions?

Wid: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Anna: Uh, a plan, duh...

Shiyu: Wid, chill, I know it’s weird, but Anna has a point.

Wid:

Wid: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

Wid: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Sara!

Sara: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

Lili: I'm not that stupid!

Shiyu: Lili, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Lili: ANNA TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Isamu: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to-

Isamu: *sees Sara shoving Shiyu into the washing machine while Anna records and Wid watches*

Isamu: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

Shiyu: I failed my safety training course today.

Lili: Why, what happened?

Shiyu: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"

Lili: And?

Shiyu: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Lili: How would you like your coffee?

Wid: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Lili, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Wid: It’s time to turn this into a real business.

Shiyu: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?

Anna: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?

Sara: I handle our accounting.

(no but this is actually me)

Sara: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Anna: You sleep with a teddybear.

Sara: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

Lili: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Anna, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Lili: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

Lili: Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines!

Isamu: Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb as fuck!

*During the play*

Pauline: Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts?

Lili: W-what’re donuts?

Pauline: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Anna: A doll.

Isamu: A cinnamon roll.

Lili: A sweetheart.

Pauline:

Pauline: ...stop it.

Pauline: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Wid: Aren't you forgetting something?

Pauline: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Wid's forehead before running out.*

Wid: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Pauline: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gunna unmake it to sleep in it anyways?

Anna: Why should I feed you if your just gunna die anyways?

Pauline:

Pauline: I'll go make my bed-

Lili: Yo dumbass, get over here.

Shiyu: Okay-

Anna: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming!

Shiyu, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

Shiyu: That shirt looks great, Sara.

Sara: Thanks.

Shiyu: But I bet it would look even better on Lili's floor.

Lili: Are you hitting on Sara... for me?

Pauline: I dare you-

Lili: Isamu is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Pauline: Why not?

Isamu: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Pauline: Dearly Beloved, we are here today to remember Isamu, taken from us in the prime of life; when they were crushed by a runaway semi, driven by the Incredible Hulk.

Isamu: Aww, you knew my favorite cause of death.

Lili: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Wid, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Sara, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Wid: Because they have little hands.

Anna: I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.

Anna: There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.

Lili: Pros and cons of dating me.

Lili: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Lili: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Shiyu: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

Pauline: The cow??

Shiyu: What?

Isamu: Pauline, W H Y?

Lili: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Sara: For the dogs.

Wid: Why are your tongues purple?

Isamu, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

Shiyu: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen.

Isamu: Is this your plan B?

Lili: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?

Sara: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Isamu!

Anna: Truth or dare?

Isamu: How many children do you have?

Isamu, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Sara, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Isamu: I failed my safety training course today.

Pauline, watching Isamu and Sara fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

(ok but this is kinda accurate)

Isamu: Do you want some tea?

Pauline: I have an idea.

Wid: When I was a kid, Isamu told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Pauline: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Shiyu: What's wrong with you?

Wid: I intend to stay pissed at you forever.

Anna, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Anna, holding a rock: Isamu just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Anna: What do you have?

Pauline: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

Lili: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Anna: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Pauline: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?

Sara: How stupid do you think I am?!

Pauline: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Lili: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Pauline.

Lili: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Anna: I wanna die.

Shiyu: Are you sure this is safe?

Wid: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Isamu: The time to act is now.

Isamu: Shiyu won’t wake up, what do I do?

Isamu: Why doesn’t Pauline find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Wid: Anna's first detention, I'm so proud.

Pauline: She's the girl of my dreams!

(and now, an only ship edition)

Pauline: So, are you two dating now?

Anna: I didn't drink that much last night.

Anna: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Shiyu: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Isamu: *sees Anna and Pauline together*

Pauline: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Anna: Well, remember when Lili made a romantic dinner for me?

Isamu: Sara, let’s go!

Anna: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Wid: Is this your plan B?

Shiyu: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Lili: I find it very unseemly of Shiyu to start dating again. Isn't the customary period of mourning 10 years?

Shiyu: Hey, Pauline? Can I get some dating advice?

Shiyu: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Isamu: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Anna: Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

Sara: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Anna: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Shiyu: Isamu kissed me!

Sara: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Lili: *sees Anna and Shiyu together*

*playing twister*

Wid: So, what is Shiyu to you?

Shiyu: Why are your tongues purple?

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | A MYSTERIOUS INTERLUDE

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This is a scrapped chapter. Originally, I was planning to 1) give Reader a longer, more intense destructive streak before her ending up with Tony. I planned three or so chapters that involved an abusive Quentin Beck, but, ultimately decided that to be too cliché. 2) I had planned to write at least 30% of the fanfic in Tony's/third person POV. This chapter would have been number 11/12 - Tony would have rejected her advances in the lab & she would have got hooked on Beck's charming facade.

Why am I publishing this? It seems like a waste if effort to shelf it, plus, it's Tony's POV. You can skip it since it has no relation/bearing on the current story. Just a tiny "what might have been" tidbit.

It was a moment's notice. One second, they're standing in a group, laughing, soaking in the warmth from the fireplace, chattering amongst themselves, telling tall tales and sipping their liquor. It all goes black briefly, and then they are surrounded by darkness - it's nearly impenetrable, so thick that their voices echo in it.

Tony's body was encompassed by the nanotech suit immediately after his eyes and his brain adjusted to the rapid change of surroundings. His teammates, too, had their skills honed on an instinctive level - the faint thump of Mjölnir in Thor's hands, the golden-green glow of his brother's magic, whirring of Barnes' prosthetic arm. Steve's shield stayed tucked behind the living room couch but his enhanced physique and readiness to fight 24/7 has him covering the unenhanced Clint and Natasha in mere seconds.

Tony was mostly angry rather than afraid. The team was having a good time at his party and the chance encounters of weird shit like this had been reduced to nearly zero percent possibility thanks to Friday's screening process: supervillains, Hydra agents and the likes strictly prohibited on Stark-owned premises.

It was a strange coincidence Banner had to take a break to check up on one of his experiments not even five minutes before the rest of the team was experiencing the strange change in scenery. Speaking of Strange, the sorcerer also was nowhere to be seen - Tony distinctively remembered seeing Stephen ten feet away from the bar, engaged in a hearty debate with the lead of SI's Medical Engineering department.

"This is not magic," Wanda piped up from behind him, confused. "I don't feel anything on the usual frequency. It sounds more like Friday humming in the walls, like electricity."

Good to know, Tony thought. It was nice having someone who was familiar with the undiscovered side of science - after all, Tony had always considered anything 'magical' to be science he had not personally understood yet. Wanda's most redeeming quality in Tony's eyes was the fact that more often than not she seemed to be as clueless as everyone else when it came to her powers and didn't act so high and mighty as some other people. Cloaked people, and horned people, for example.

"The fuck, man? I was hoping, just one evening, one normal evening with my beer and wings," Clint whined. Tony could hear Natasha huffing in annoyed agreement.

"Mr. Stark, what are we going to do?" His very own spider-child, on the other hand, sounded distraught. Peter's voice has this funny thing it does when the boy is upset but tries to hide it: it quivers on the vowels, wobbles slightly.

Tony had to blindly grope the air for a moment before his arm found Peter's shoulder. The boy was shivering and took the offered comfort eagerly, folding into the older man.

"Okay, whoever is pulling this stunt, my advice is: don't," Tony sighed, 12 000% Done With This Shit™, exclaiming loudly. "If that's a prank, stop it or speak up. If you got beef, then you got some nerve doing this in my tower. Show yourself."

He could feel the fine hairs on his neck stand up as the team tensed next to him, readily gearing up to pounce. Peter was vibrating in Tony's arms and the billionaire suddenly remembered the curious side-effects of Peter's powers, the spidey-sense. It must have been going absolutely haywire - the kid nearly hyperventilated himself into a heart attack.

"Stark, I must apologise for the uncomfortable circumstances. Believe me, it was a necessity - you always demand attention, whereas I need people to pay attention to me for a moment. Don't worry, you'll get yours when the time is due."

The voice was vaguely familiar. Male, slightly nasal but quiet and creeping. Insinuating. It lacked the usual boisterous bravado of a mid-grade bad guy, Tony had to take an educated guess that the owner of the mysterious voice was well-off, white. Privileged. No hint of desperation in it, as if the man was pitying everybody.

"The fuck? Q, is that you?"

Oh shit, Tony realized in muted horror. She must've been hanging around somewhere in their vicinity - which wasn't unusual, the girl usually orbited around Barnes, Wanda, Peter or Bruce. All of whom were present at the party. Tony had forgotten about her, to his shame, somehow having had automatically assumed she trotted out of the room on Bruce's heels. His science bro and her acted like conjoined twins when it came to their scientific ventures.

"Stop talking," The man growled, the voice suddenly coming from a very different direction. Tony heard a distinctively feminine yelp, albeit muffled. Peter violently jerked in Tony's arms. The engineer put the superstrength of his suit to use, holding the teenager down.

"Aw, hell no!" She yelled, the indignant shrieking followed by the sound of a moist palm slapping something glass...y? "What the fuck? I am asking you again. Are you... Oh my God, are you wearing a fishbowl on your head? Ow, motherfu-" The rest of the sentence is muffled, garbled. Whoever this "Q" was, she obviously knew him and he had silenced her. And, apparently, Q had an uncanny choice of headwear.

Tony was sure the rest of the team had followed his lead on doing a spit-take. They've fought enough supervillains with more than questionable fashion sense but a fishbowl? That was new.

"Be quiet, baby. It's for your own good. I don't want to hurt you if I can help it," The Fishbowl chastised her.

Tony's confusion once again returned to irritation at the frivolous way the villain addressed his science buddy. Peter's friend would have been more accurate but Tony had put her into the 'science bro' category not too long ago. They were close, as much as they could be, with the age gap and totally different interests and... The immense amount of guilt Tony felt for his attraction towards the girl. He was a dirty old man and she was barely an adult.

Every damn day Tony did his best to avoid making a shiny, big, new problem. Yet her brains and her wit and the uncanny ability to pull anybody into a conversation had a firm hold on his attention.

"Leave her alone," Stark angrily declared, powering up a repulsor. "What do you want? Party crashing isn't allowed in my tower anymore."

"What I want, Stark, is for you to give credit where it's due," The man answered simply, giving Tony just enough time to shove Peter behind him towards Natasha and take a tentative step forward.

The soft glow emanating from the repulsor illuminated barely two inches around his hand. The darkness surrounding it seemed to swallow the light. Tony moved on quiet feet towards the voice, easily avoiding furniture. His memory was good and he knew his tower, his home, better than anyone else.

"Did I hear that correctly, you're accusing me of plagiarism?" Tony tried for indignant, hoping to provoke the man into an inevitable, drawn-out speech where he lists all the wrongs Tony ever did him, giving the team precious time to regroup and form some semblance of a plan.

"Yes," Q simply answered, pausing for a second. "I hope you enjoy your next adventure. It certainly will show you the potential of my creation."

Tony shared a muted sound of confusion with the rest of the team.

"Q, I am very disappointed," To Tony's horror, th girl stared talking again. She sounded somewhat breathless, and closer to him than before. "Stop it with the dick measuring contest, you're a grown ass man. Go work for OsCorp, or Hammer, drink your sorrows away." She sounded so tired. And even closer to him.

"This is not a dick measuring contest!" Q roared suddenly and wow, that man was unstable. "This was my life's work, my creation, he insulted, berated and threw away!"

"I get it, I really get the whole 'being discarded and thrown away' thing," She replied, somewhat sarcastically. "But you know what? I'll be damned and I'll be fucked if I give some piece of shit any more of my undivided attention. They don't want me? Fine, they can fuck off and take their complaints with them." Her speech was periodically interrupted by shuffling noises.

Tony didn't dare to interrupt, seeing now the possibility of Q being actually calmed down by a teenager (probably) quoting some teen drama TV show.

"But going full Joker? You're a brilliant man, Quen, I wouldn't even look at you twice if not for your brains and your baby blues, however I don't fuck with the bad guys. That shit kills," The hand that rested on the wrist cuff of Tony's suit unmistakably belonged to her. She had the remnants of some sort of wire around it, sleek and quicksilver-shiny, irritating the tender skin under it. "And I want to live. You've gone and pissed off an entire crew of supers and I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think, Quen," There was genuine sadness in her voice.

Tony stood silent in confusion.

Whoever this Quen was, they obviously shared a close relationship. Tony's brain ran through the list of her friends, her relatives - there was nobody named Q, Quen or even remotely similar. Natasha had mentioned a possible boyfriend at some point but the man sounded too old for that, he was at least thirty. Or maybe? Tony wouldn't put it completely past the girl, if judging by the blatant way she flirted with Bruce. With himself.

"Baby, this is not about you. I don't want to hurt you," Quen replied, a hysterical edge to his voice. Something began flickering in the distance, attracting Tony's attention to the shape of a man with a round sort of helmet and a red, billowing cape (hello, 2012-Thor!).

"Too late, Quen. You've tied me up and you went on to attack my friends. I've already told you that if you yell at me one more time, I will leave you. So I guess this is it," Her voice broke at the end, pitiful sniffles following the statement.

Tony watched the exchange, mildly uncomfortable and very concerned. The man yelled at her? That was absolutely unacceptable, however, what else could one expect from a maniac with a flair for the dramatic?

The girl bodily placed herself in front of Tony, standing, doing nothing but rubbing her wrists. It was then that the engineer noticed Q nearing them, the shape becoming distinctively closer. And - yep, there it was - the fishbowl on his head. It completely obscured him, making his face invisible, unrecognisable.

The man seemed rather fixated on the girl standing in front of Tony. He floated in front of her, ignoring Tony, taking her bound hands in his own. A brief click and a hiss later, her wrists were released and the contraption fell freely to the floor where it landed with an oddly heavy thud. Tony hoped there was no lead in that thing - supervillains were dangerous but lead poisoning was cancerous and fatal.

"Baby..." Quen timidly touched her face with a leather-bound glove. "I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry." Tony took the chance to examine the man's costume. If anything, it looked somewhat steampunk-y? There was a lot of bronze, and the chest brace had some sort of glowing lines on it. Power storage units?

She stared up, towards the man's hidden face. "M'sorry, Quen," She mumbled, going in for a hug. Or that's what Tony thought. The majestic cape that billowed behind Quen was unceremoniously yanked from his body as the girl ducked, covering herself with it, yelling: "TONY, NOW, SHOOT, SHOOT!"

Tony did just that, shot Quen flat in the chest and the man stumbled backwards, tripping on the cape - such a stupid, unexpected thing. But Tony knew, his girl was clever and resourceful. Pride swelled in his chest as he shot the man again, Rogers running out from behind him blindly, body-slamming Quen into the ground for good measure. Two hundred pounds of supersoldier later, the battle was over before it even started.

"No!" The villain shouted as Steve pressed and popped the hilarious glass contraption on his head. The accessory was no match for the Captain's super strength. Tony immediately recognised the man as his former employee, Quentin Beck, and it clicked for him. It was totally a personal vendetta.

"This stuff is tough, plexiglass, maybe," The Captain remarked, pointing at the scattered shards around Beck's head. "It appears to be augmented too, some kind of tech, I don't know. You're good at this, Tony," Steve chuckled humorlessly, roughly turning Beck around and securing his hands with a pair of vibranium-reinforced handcuffs. God only knew where he'd gotten those from.

"Good at what? Making enemies?" Stark couldn't resist the self-depricating joke.

"Stop it, Tony," Natasha's gently admonishing voice interrupted Steve's incoming lecture. Tony, for once, was thankful that the Widow interrupted. He was in no mood to listen to another one of Steve's speeches.

"Who do you work for?" That deadly gleam in Natasha's eyes was terrifying and Beck was only a man.

"I don't work for anyone but myself, thanks to Stark," He spat venomously.

Natasha cocked an eyebrow in Tony's direction.

"Fired him years ago, this guy was going nuts. Brilliant but crazier than a bag of cats," Tony replied, feigning nonchalance. He could feel a mild headache begin to gnaw at his skull. "We worked on a project together, he got upset that I refused to weaponize it. We had a falling out. End of story." With that, Tony stood up, retracing his suit to only leave the gauntlets on his hands, gathered the various pieces of tech the good captain had removed from Beck's persona and made way towards the nearest table.

Or where he thought it was. All of them were still surrounded by the uncanny darkness. The anxiety that Tony forcefully shut down reared it's ugly head as soon as he lost physical touch with his teammates. He stumbled, his foot catching onto something on the ground.

"Ow, motherfucker!"

"Buttercup, I haven't fucked your mother nor I plan to," He snarked back automatically, flooded with relief at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Hope so. She'd probably bite your dick off if you try," A hand was groping his calf and then she stood up in front of him, still clutching the ridiculous cape. It appeared to be a source of light, which was very strange. The girl looked positively demonic, illuminated by red light, face scrunched up, eyes puffy, and clothing in disarray.

"You good?" Tony managed to choke out, confusion and worry and anxiety making his chest tight.

"Balmy. My boyfriend is a homicidal maniac with an inferiority complex," She sassed, an edge of panic to her voice. "Oh, and he tried to kill one of my best friends. I am fine and dandy."

"Your boyfriend?" That was the only thing Tony heard. Bat-shit crazy Beck, his babygirl's boyfriend? There was no way in Hell he'd allow such a thing...

"My ex-boyfriend, I guess," She sighed, removing the cape from her persona. Refusing to meet his eyes, fiddling with the hem of her top. "Here," The girl abruptly thrust the cape at him. "This is a funny thing, it's like a hologram but you can actually touch it. You should, uh, probably disinfect it, or something. I've been on-uh, around it many times," It was so unlike her, the fumbling, the embarrassment, Tony wanted to wheel her straight to medical to check if she's gotten concussed again.

Then his brain caught up and all he saw was red. Figuratively and literally - the cape was still in his face, loosely hanging from her outstretched hand. She must've seen the look on his face.

The step she took back was quick and worrying. "Forget I said that, I don't know why I said that. Oh, god."

"What were you thinking?" Tony inhaled a solid lungful, prepared to make his opinion very clear. "Getting involved with a lunatic! For a second I actually thought you were smart, there isn't a chance you missed that the guy is short of a few marbles," His voice was quiet, the one of a calm fury. His words cut deeply and he could see the hurt, the shame in her eyes, on her face. Tony knew he'd regret it later however his brain insisted it was a necessary evil. He continued ranting until he ran out of breath. "Not to mention he's, what, twice your age? And he yells at you and tells you to shut up? It didn't ring any alarm bells in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Tony, stop," Steve's hand landed on the engineer's shoulder and he simply shrugged it off, staring at the quivering girl in front of him.

She was crying, silently, few tears pooling in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, leaving ugly streaks in her make-up. Tony expected her to sass him, to argue back, to yell obscenities like she usually did when something or someone upset her but he was met with hurt, stunned silence. His worst fear came true when she looked away, shrugging.

He'd seen this sort of dejected shrug the time her father drugged her and... She just took it. She expected it, even, his outrage, his disappointment. Being hurt and mistreated was the norm for her, Tony realized belatedly. There were too many parallels between them both that made him uncomfortable deep inside. His chest felt tight, regret washing over him like a tsunami wave.

"I'm turning on the lights, close your eyes for maximum comfort," Strange's voice announced suddenly, causing everybody to jump and shudder. Tony complied begrudgingly. The sudden influx of light was painful even from behind closed eyelids. His headache became a full-on dull throb.

"What happened?" "Are you okay?" "Is everybody alive?" Resonated across the room. Tony spied several small drones smoking and crackling next to the exit door, Stephen Strange closing a portal he must've used to evacuate the civilians.

The puddle of red holographic cape on the floor. And her hastily retreating back. Damn.

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Reset!Rant (part 5)

Gemini Ascendant

Chapter: 1

Max: "Are they always like this?" Helen nodded and turned the page of her bodice-buster romance novel. "This is the status quo for them. Bart gets bored. Bart annoys Thad. Thad overreacts. Chaos, followed by a scuffle in the back yard. Boys come in dirty and exhausted. Repeat."

She forgot to mention the part about Thad abusing Bart and being the one who insults him. And getting murderous thoughts and viciously beating Bart up is something a little more inexcusable than just overreacting, as Helen puts it.

Thad stared at his costume that he still held in his hands. "I don't think this is going to fit, either." At least Bart was good for making the embarrassing mistakes first, so he didn't have to.

Sums up pretty well all that Thad sees in him. Because despite proving his worth and helping out numerous times in this story, Thad still refuses to acknowledge how essential Bart was to the mission and how helpful he can be.

Thad was not letting go of the subject. "You used to just cook out of box or can, too," He accused Bart. "Well yeah, but I leveled up." He stuck his tongue out at his brother. Thad's arm shot out and he grabbed Bart's tongue, eliciting a yelp of surprise.

This is another one of those scenes that is creepy and makes me feel very uncomfortable. This is a physical threat and it's aking towards physical abuse. Bart is playfully teasing him, and Thad sees that as such a big threat to his position of power that he feels the need to physically intimidate him and maybe even elicit pain. His actions aren't justified. They're not okay.

Thad complied and Max sighed. "Can't you two keep your hands to yourself for one day?"

Can't any of you see that Thad is always the one who starts fights and gets physical first? If you want to stop their fights, then maybe start by punishing the one who starts them.

Chapter: 2

"It's your own fault that they don't like you." Thad ducked a flying shirt and smirked at Bart's angry glower. "You let your nature get the better of you." Without lowering his chin, he sneered down at his twin. "You always do."

Weird, I could've sworn that you were the one who wasn't able to control his angry outbursts one chapter ago and tried to hurt Bart because he was teasing you. You're the one who resorts to abusing Bart because you can't control your anger, so get off his back for being impulsive. He's better at not letting his impulses control himself than you are, you're just too deluded to understand that. Impulsive anger is still impulsive.

Helen leaned against the counter and looked Thad in the eye. "He's a little excited right now, and we all know what happens when he's wound up like that. None of his friends can keep up with him if he gets too enthusiastic." Thad knelt down to rub Dox between his ears. "Fine, I'll babysit him."

Yeah, great idea Helen, give the person who's ripping on Bart and abusing him even more power over him, what could possibly go wrong? Isn't Bart the one who constantly had to stop Thad from doing stupid, reckless stuff because he was mad?

Max: "Do you see what I'm aiming for? Helen has done wonders in turning a potential Cain and Abel into Castor and Pollux. Now, we have to make sure that it sticks.

Sure, except for that Pollux actually loved his brother and gave up his immortality so that he could be with Castor, and that he wasn't an abusive jerk. Thad is the opposite of Pollux. He would never sacrifice something for Bart, he would let him die if it wasn't for Max. He's callous and toxic to Bart. Helen didn't make Thad less hostile towards Bart, if anything she encouraged his vile behavior. She doesn't deserve credit for this. Making sure that it sticks means that you are keeping up an abusive relationship. Max should work with Thad on his behavior if he really cared about Bart and their whole team dynamic.

Chapter: 3

Anita: "I remember us joking around that you couldn't be normal if you tried."

"Hey! I can too!" Bart glared at Thad, who was snickering at his expense. "Like you're any better." "I am", Thad replied with a grin. " I can fake being normal just as easily as I can fake being you. How else do you think I get through the day?" Bart ticked off the items on his fingers. "Picking on me, chatting with your internet girlfriend, playing with Dox..."

Thad really has a problem with self reflection in this. Then there's the immediately trying to embarrass Bart for his short comings, and saying that he's so much better than Bart. He's condescending as ever.

And not being able to fake being normal a.k.a. neurotypical is funny because..?

Thad braced against the wall and raised a golden eyebrow. "It doesn't look so much like he's joining it, as it seems more like he's owning it."

Kon's sudden frown and the telekinetic ejection of Bart was just the payoff he was looking for.

Because when Thad is in company of Bart's friends and therefore can't hurt Bart, he will try everything in his power to get them to hurt or humiliate Bart for him.

Bart: I don't get these guys. They don't act like zombies are supposed to. They're tearin' stuff up, yeah, but the're not biting people or eating brains." Thad leaned over Greta's sketchbook with his hands folded behind his back. "Then maybe they're not zombies, moron."

While casually calling him a moron (for the fifth time, by the way) Bart's friends are standing right next to him. They say nothing in response to Thad being an absolute dick to him.

Thad decided that he had enough of Greta play fashion designer and je hovered over Bart's shoulder to supervise the monitor. "Use the traffic cameras, idiot. You can follow the pseudo-zombies and extrapolate their path. Then you can tell your team where to head them up."

"I am using the traffic cameras!" Bart snapped back.

"You're not doing a very good job of it."

"Yeah? I don't see you doing this job!" Bart challenged.

Thad sneered down at him and countered, "I'm not part of your little team, and I wasn't asked to sit here."

This is the very definition of senseless criticizing and abuse that's disguised as advice. He's chewing Bart out for supposedly not doing a good job, but offers no help whatsoever. He's criticizing just because he can. He reigns Bart in for mistakes that don't even exist. Despite saying "You suck at this" He gives him no advice how to do it better. Imagine having to live with someone like that. Imagine having to listen to someone ripping on you for everything you did, even when there was nothing that you did wrong. There will always be something the abuser will be upset about, whether that thing exists or is just made up in order to be a reason to judge and criticizise the victim. Everything the victim does is somehow false.

As always, there's the put down directed at Bart's intelligence.

"He did," Thad grumbled. "I wish I could say that I had no obligation to save him, but I made a promise to Max that I would look after my idiot brother."

This confirms that Thad really would let Bart die and/or suffer right in front of him if Max wouldn't have told him to do otherwise. Also another put down.

Greta: "You're not moving very fast for a speedster saving his brother." Thad shrugged and kept his eyes on the monitot. "I'll let him dangle a bit just so he appreaciates my timely intervention more. Bart's a little dense." The last word came out with a derisive grimace.

He's risking Bart getting hurt or killed in a fight just so that Bart will learn to appreactiate his time more. Thad is the one who needs to learn to not take Bart's support for granted. He's the extremely demanding one who wants more than he deserves. In his eyes, Bart is a worthless idiot who needs to show more respect to him. And don't forget the insult. Thad wants everyone to understand how shitty Bart is because he has ADHD.

Conclusion

From the very start of their relationship Thad is a manipulative abuser who uses every opportunity he gets to ridicule and belittle Bart and continually wears his self esteem down. The lack of punishment Thad receives from his parental figuers for his damaging behavior not only turn Helen, Wally, Max and Jay into neglectful and borderline abusive guardians, but also lead to his toxic demeanor intensifying. The lack of indignance the characters show when faced with Thad very obviously and aggressively abusing Bart right in front of them makes it seem like abuse is something normal and acceptable, and not something that is contemptible and needs to have consequences. Moreover, the fanfiction is ableist in that it paints insults that are directly meant to degrade ND people for being mentally disabled (such as r*tard and shortbus) as harmless and appropriate swear words for that group of people. It is infuriating that so many people praise it as 'the best fanfic about Bart and Thad out there with the most accurate characterisations of them' when the mental torture he inflicts on Bart is objectively so plain obvious. I think I know why the readers of this work failed to recognize the maltreatment. Sibling abuse isn't as known as parental abuse is, and even more people deny that it exists. Many people excuse abusive behaviors in sibling relationships because they're under the false assumption that siblings can't be abusive. They're even harder to convince that it is abuse when the siblings are twins and don't have a significant difference in age and physical appearance. Abuse always includes a power imbalance, and you can definetly see that in Bart's and Thad's relationship. It starts in that Thad is chronologically and mentally way older than Bart. He is also more knowledgable and well versed in combat situations and fighting. Through the use of intimidation, put downs and threats Thad enhances that already existing imbalance and makes it easier for himself to abuse Bart.

This version of Thad is one of the most evil, reprehensible and crude monsters I had the misfortune of meeting in fiction. Living with someone like him is a nightmare and through the entire work I felt bad for Bart. Despite what this work is trying to make you belive, abuse is never justified, no matter who is the victim and who is the perpetrator.

[tamiddyinyourcity]

1:13am.

I could kill a person with a look alone. If anyone enters this room, they might turn to stone.

(That's the poet version of "I feel exhausted, and angry, craving sugar, and upset".)

Monday, April 27th of 2020.

What's on my mind?:

Rowan is a lying cunt. Shoutout to Mr. Patches here, for the oh so classic "I'm not talking to any other girls" card you pulled, just for after my tweets the other day, WHEW, BOY, DID SOME VERY NICE YOUNG WOMEN HAVE A LOT OF--

I promised secrecy, but all I'll say is... Fuck you, Rowan. I feel much less bad about what I said to you now. And ironic, that the reason I left ended up 100% being accurate.

I would be hurt at knowing that he was pulling the "come onnnn, who CARES about long distance, we can make it wooork, it's gonna be us quarantined for months anyways so why not just get to connect now????", while simultaneously going "Well I'm not sure if long distance could work", excuse after excuse while never actually giving me the closure I'd need, by still continuing to lead me on anyway..... And I took the way he described using long distance "as an excuse" to one girl he's mentioned to me, as a signal of, "You're gonna end up clingy to him and sad just like her, if you keep sticking around."

Shoutout to Rowan. Life isn't as hard as one thinks. Wanna play the field? Say that. Want a harem? Say that. Just looking for fun? Say thaaaaaaat. God, why are they like this.

And I see why his bitch ass tried to claim he didn't act "relationshippy" with me..... Since he uses the same pet names and pervy attitude with hella other girls, and probably is used to it, meanwhile the girls are genuinely creeped out by him doing that too..... See, this is why a guy like him is single. I'd go more in depth to explain how creepy he was to one girl, but I promised not to....

I'll just be happy that I can remove all guilt now, since my intuition was 100% correct. And if he only raged at me the other day since multiple hoes now know he was sexting me, creeping on me, and insulting me willy nilly.... Then boohoo bitch, keep it in your pants next time.

And a bit of annoyance is present as well. So for the rest of my life, the only way to keep a man, is to not be interested in them at all?????????? Hell, Marco stuck around even an entire year after we first fucked, solely since he found me attractive and wanted to "prove himself to me". Its terrible. Whoever decided to make me bisexual instead of a full on lesbian made a mistake, all it does is make me want to fight men.

All Ro had to do was stay in his place with the sexual shit. Once a guy starts doing the "beautiful/angel/sweetheart/love" thing is the annoying part.... Like for fucks sake! Its a sexual dynamic! Don't make it W E I R D. And then they make it weird... and if I reciprocate, they suddenly wanna hit me with that "Well I don't get how you took me hitting you up constantly and calling you pet names outside of sexual context, flirting and praising you, nonstop talking, and showering you with attention as remotely romantic?????" Shit like that makes me want to punch a whore like him in the throat, but thankfully, he is in the UK.

It ruins the fun of a fling. Since damn nigga, have ur fun if u want, but crossing boundaries and being extra ruins it. Fuck's sake.

I hate this so much. I wanna go out, get dressed up, enjoy the sun with some gelato, enjoy myself.... this is really not enjoying myself.

I also really need sex. Dildos..... suck, honestly. They're too rigid, and are not attached to a man with nice hands to rub up and down by back during deep strokes, so what's the point????????

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I need sugar, desperately. I ran out of my snacks in my storage.... or well, the cookies I mean.... not in the mood to find my honey roasted peanuts, tbh.

But desperate times call for very desperate measures.

1:36am. I think I may be internally bleeding again, but hard to say... I please hope that I can get actual good sex when this ends. Or even just basic intimacy. A HUG OR SOMETHING! MAYBE A KISS ON THE CHEEK! AN ENDEARING HAND HOLD????? SOMEONES FOREHEAD RESTING ON MINE? A CUDDLE?

Aaaaaa! I could cry, really. My eyes are watering, i miss getting actual physical affection.

Gonna go eat something to make my stomach taste anything other than chicken and brown rice. Peace yalls.

[memoriesofthecity]

oh i'm happy that i can send request that way, i'll make a request that i already send to another blog, but i would like to see your take on this request ok?hope that you dont mind, the format that i want is as headcannon(i find cool hc) the request is : ((((i want the s/o as a pianist, but he is kinda of a idol (like hifumi) and the s/o take the persona boys for a trip, because the s/o is gonna do a recital in some Fancy hotel and after that they would have a week in the hotel for free(1/2)

i want the persona boys deal with the pressure of dating this s/o, like the people talk like “that boy is just dating the s/o because he is famous” “such talent why do he has to be gay”, bonus if the s/o lend a suit to them if they dont have one))) male s/o ofc, the ones which I mean as persona boys is akihiko, minato, akira and ryuji this are My Favorites boys in p3/p5, sorry for making it too long(2/2)

i don’t know much about the piano so i’m sorry if it’s not too accurate in parts where i mention it (i actually play the flute in my school band though), but i hope you like it! and don’t worry, your request wasn’t too long at all!

Minato:

Minato knew what he was in for when he started dating you. He knew that you were a popular pianist, and that since you were popular he would undoubtedly get hated for dating you. That wasn’t even mentioning the fact of how he would get hated for ‘turning you gay’.

When you invited him along to one of your recitals, he was happy that he would get alone time with you. He wasn’t so happy about the fact that so many people would know where you were, and know exactly where to find him. The public knew about your relationship, and your fans, especially females, tried to end it whenever they could. He knew you loved him no matter what they said, but he still felt pressure.

He didn’t let you know that, though. He hid his feelings well. When you got to the hotel, you didn’t have much time to spare, so you just started getting ready immediately. You got dressed first and got your music ready, and when Minato came out in his suit you made sure to tell him how handsome you thought he looked. His face was a faint pink until you ran into your fans who had gotten there early.

Almost instantaneously, shouts of ‘why did you turn him gay!?’ and ‘you’re only dating him for the fame!’ rang out. You looked over at Minato, and he only put his head down and continued walking. You followed behind him.

After your recital, which had a surprising amount of people in the audience, he met you backstage and you tried to hurry back to your room as quickly as possible. Your fans were waiting outside, though, and bombarded you with questions and shouts again. You pushed through the crowd and eventually made it back, but your boyfriend looked pissed.

You asked him what was wrong, and he explained that he had heard somebody say that he was trying to use you to get famous himself. You spent a while telling him that you didn’t think it was true, and him saying that it wasn’t in return. After he told you how much comments like that got to him, he promised you that he would try and stop any other comment from getting to him or you.

With Minato by your side, you spent the rest of the week at the hotel in peace. If anyone did try to approach you, one good cold glare from your boyfriend was enough to scare them away from insulting you.

Akihiko:

Akihiko was popular too, so he knew what would go on if you both started dating. He didn’t care, though. He loved you, and it didn’t matter to him that you were a guy.

When you asked him to come to your recital trip with you, he was excited to get to spend time with you and hear you play! He pushed the thoughts of hate to the back of his mind and agreed. You arrived at the hotel a little late and didn’t have any time to laze about, so you started getting ready once you got to your room. You both complimented each other on your suits, embarrassing each other like you usually did, and left the room.

You both did your best to ignore the shouts of your fans on the way there. You were better at ignoring it than Akihiko, though. He heard shouts of people from Gekkoukan talking about how weak he was because he was gay, and whatnot. He wouldn’t tell you how badly that hurt him, though. It was your day to be happy.

After the recital, you met him backstage and headed out, hand in hand. You had thought nobody would be out yet, but unfortunately there were. You pushed through the crowd, but when you noticed that your boyfriend wasn’t behind you at one point, you turned around and saw him yelling at one of your fans.

They had yelled something about you being a failure of a pianist just because you were gay, and Akihiko did not let that slide. Insulting him, that was fine, but insulting you? Absolutely not.

After singling out the one person, he then started yelling that the entire crowd didn’t deserve to be your fan if they didn’t support you through everything. You pulled him back to your room after seeing the crowd get even angrier, and angrily asked him why he would do that. He told you that he wasn’t going to let anyone insult your talent or you, and that he would do anything to protect you.

..You really couldn’t stay angry at that.

Thanks to Akihiko’s yelling, though, you both finally got some peace during your week at the hotel. You were so glad you had him as your boyfriend, and not one homophobic comment could stop that.

Akira:

Akira wasn’t completely sure why you decided to date him, a criminal, while you were famous, or why you would date a gay criminal, but he wasn’t complaining. He loved you with all his heart.

After hearing you could bring someone to your recital, you knew that you wanted Akira there with you. He agreed, of course, but he told you he didn’t have a suit to wear. You packed one of your own for him, and once he had gotten ready and the hotel and came out with it, you thought he looked amazing in it. You told him, making him blush, but he put on a suave persona and made you blush right back.

You left the room to head to the recital, and were met with your fans’ angry shouts at Akira. You both put your heads down and quickly got into where you needed to be. He made sure not to let you know how much the words affected him.

He met you backstage after the recital. After telling you how amazing you had sounded you left the room, and pushed yourselves through the crowd to get back to your room. That was, until, you heard someone shout something about you dating a criminal.

You instantly turned around, knowing Akira would say nothing to them, and yelled at them that your boyfriend was not a criminal! After yelling a few more choice words to the group, you grabbed Akira by the arm and pulled him to your room.

He thanked you for saying what you did but said you didn’t have to, but you made sure he knew that you wanted to do what you did. You knew that the words they said affected him, and you weren’t going to let them put him down for ‘making him gay’ or ‘being a criminal’.

He didn’t know what he did to deserve you. The rest of the week was spent peacefully, your fans having listened to you. You made sure that Akira expressed more of his thoughts, and Akira made sure to remind you how much he loved you every day.

Ryuji:

Ryuji knew that you dating a ‘delinquent’ wouldn’t slide well with your fans, and it would especially not slide because he was another guy. Although it took a while for him to accept his sexuality, he still loved you and wouldn’t let your fans’ words get to him.

You asked him to be your guest when you heard you could bring someone to your recital. He was super excited to go, and could barely wait. You two got there a while before you had to be there, but that was when Ryuji realized that in his excitement, he had forgotten his suit. Damn.

Thankfully, you packed a spare one just in case yours had gotten dirty, so you let him wear it. Once he came out in it, you thought he looked even more handsome in you clothes, and once you said it aloud he turned beat red.

You both headed out to where the recital was, hoping that since you were there early nobody would be there. Sadly, a few of your fans were waiting for you. While you did get a few shouts of praise, there were still negative comments on Ryuji mixed in with it. You just ignored it, since nothing could stop your love for your boyfriend, but it was a struggle for him.

You met up backstage after the recital, and after he complimented you on your playing you left to return to your room for the night. You pushed through the crowd that had gathered until you heard Ryuji shout behind you.

He started yelling at one of your ‘fans’ who had made a comment that you were worthless and talentless since you were gay and dating a delinquent. He shouted that you were not talentless, and that they had no right to say anything about you like that! It ended up in a fight, but you got him back to the room before anything got physical.

You told him off for yelling, but thanked him for defending you. He told you that he would do anything to make the comments stop completely, but since he couldn’t, he would always be at your side to protect you from them. You said that you would do the same thing for him.

Your week at the hotel was spent without any rude comments, Ryuji’s outburst having stopped anyone from wanting to say anything to them. You made sure to remind him every minute how much you loved him, and that the words people said would never stop that, and he did the same thing for you.