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cloudwhisper23 · 7 days

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I have been very late with the latest chapter of Back in the Nightmare, but in my defense, @pixlokita drew an art, and I just absolutely needed to write fanfic regarding the art, and color it. Luckily, this is still in relation to Back in the Nightmare. It's just further along. Hope y'all enjoy! (fic below the cut)

Evan could tell Cassidy was feeling down after Charlie’s birthday party. How could he not? She’d clung so close to him before, and after Michael brought her out of the rain with his skin paler than a sheet of paper, she’d seemed almost distant.

She still listened when he spoke, but she no longer offered any opinions. Cassidy just seemed… off. There had to be something he could do to cheer her up, right?

Evan wanted to go to Fredbear’s for once because of the whole thing. Charlie said it was a great place to make friends and hang out, and with the atmosphere at home lately, it would be best if he could avoid hanging out there. Elizabeth bickered with her group on their project every night, and it always put their father in a bad mood.

Cassidy plus his father never seemed to end well, as both of them were perfectly polite to each other in a vicious way. Cassidy probably had been right about his father not wanting him to have friends after all, it seemed. Maybe that was why Mike used to scare them off?

Shaking the thought away, Evan fiddled with the strap of his backpack uncomfortably. Mike was grounded, and Lizzie was going to Susie’s house, which meant Evan was also supposed to be going home. Father didn’t like them staying unsupervised, after all.

But Evan wanted to do something nice for Cassidy. She had to run home right after school, not elaborating on why, but it did give him a perfect chance to get her a gift.

He still hesitated though. If his father found out he hadn’t gone straight home… Well, he just had to avoid getting caught then. Evan checked that Fredbear was still hidden at the bottom of his backpack, and then set off for the diner.

The prize corner always had a wide variety of things to win, but Evan had no idea where to even start on a gift for Cassidy. Yet again, he found himself hesitating.

“You have your eyes set on anything in particular?” Evan startled at the boy who’d appeared next to him. Gabe Simmons. Someone who didn’t usually talk to him.

“Uh, well, not for me. I want to get a gift for a friend.”

“Cassidy.” Gabe shot him an amused look as he pointedly looked away. “It’s not a secret that she’s one of your only friends, dude.”

“If she’s one of my only friends, why are you talking to me?”

“I’m bored. And Charlie won’t be here until later.” Gabe shrugged. “Do you have any idea what she likes?”

“Well…” Evan trailed off. What did Cassidy like? She’d seemed interested enough in his Fredbear plushie, once he’d been forcibly given it back. She’d wanted a favor regarding her hair, desperate enough to ask Michael of all people to fix it. Something like that, maybe? “I was thinking about that hair clip.”

He pointed to the row of animatronic themed hair pins and clips. “She likes Fredbear well enough.”

“That’s hardly worth the effort,” Gabe replied, wrinkling his nose. “You could get that easy.”

“I’d rather get her something she actually likes than something she wouldn’t like that’s worth more,” Evan replied quietly.

Gabe regarded him curiously. “I think I misjudged you in the past, Afton. You’re not as bad of a guy as I was expecting.”

“Thanks?”

Gabe wandered off without another word.

Weird. Still, Evan needed to get the clip fast if he wanted to get home before he got caught.

He did not succeed. Despite the fact that Evan hadn’t spotted his father once at the diner, and he’d beaten him home, somehow he still found out that Evan hadn’t come straight home.

Evan gritted his teeth as he faced his punishment, determined not to scream. Still, the ruler stung against his bare arm, and Evan knew he was going to be wearing long-sleeved shirts for at least a week or two after this.

“Behave,” his father said sternly, gesturing for Evan to leave and close the door on the way out.

“Yes Father,” Evan answered quietly before going to his room.

Tomorrow is another day.

The hair clip burned in Evan’s pocket as he looked around before school the following morning. He wanted to surprise her with it, but he never usually had luck finding her before school. Today was no different. His mouth twisted downward, but Evan did not feel tears welling up. This was expected, after all.

The morning was chilly for once, and Evan felt a bit relieved that he’d been forced to wear longer sleeves today. The wind stirred the trees at the front of the school as Evan waited for the bell to ring.

He went through his classes in somewhat of a daze, not really paying much attention to anything. It struck him briefly that he didn’t really have any classes with Cassidy. None in the morning anyway.

His arm ached as he went from class to class, despite how carefully he was trying to carry his things without jarring it. Evan carried on the only way he knew how: by thinking about anything else.

Today’s distraction topic was, unsurprisingly, Cassidy. The way she normally hung on his every word with a faint smile, the way she checked in with him constantly and gave people a hard time if they tried to mess with him. It gave him a warm feeling to think about her, grateful that she’d decided to be friends with him, even if he still suspected he was some kind of pity project.

Lizzie liked to tease him about having a crush on her, but the thought didn’t bother him so much. If he had a crush, then he had a crush. And if considering the thought that he had a crush on Cassidy made his cheeks burn, then so be it. He wouldn’t be the first boy in the world to have a crush on a girl.

Thankfully, Evan only had to wait until lunch to talk to Cassidy. She seemed just as distracted as before, and it made Evan’s heart ache. Still, he forced a smile to his face and greeted her brightly.

She smiled back, a weaker smile than his own and poked at her food with disinterest. Cassidy hardly looked at him.

“Cass, are you feeling okay?” he blurted out. He hadn’t asked before, thinking that she probably hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but after remembering how she used to smile and talk to him, he couldn’t help himself.

She looked startled by the question, dropping her fork back onto the tray. “I-“

“You’ve just seemed so occupied lately, and I know I should mind my business and wait for you to be ready to say something, but I’m worried about you.”

“Oh…” Cassidy’s eyebrows creased at that, and it was the first time she’d seemed to actually absorb his words since Charlie’s party. “I guess I… Well…” Cassidy struggled to gather her thoughts. “I’ve been having nightmares. I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t think they’re as big of a deal as yours, and I didn’t want to devalue your problems.”

“Cassidy, we’re friends. Just because I have constant problems doesn’t mean you can’t talk about yours at all. Besides, I’ve been doing better since Mikey started letting me sleep in his room again.” Evan put his hand on her arm reassuringly. “I’m here to listen, if you need to share.”

Cassidy smiled weakly. “Thanks, Ev. It’s probably stupid, but when I was at that party, I thought I heard something outside, and I went to go see. When I tried to get back in, the door was locked. And then…” Cassidy trailed off, her left hand twitching before resting on top of Evan’s. “Well, this car started coming up the alley way, and I just felt so scared, scared like I’ve never felt in my life, and I ran away from it, but it felt like the car was chasing me. So I’ve been having different dreams where I do get caught by the car, and sometimes I die, sometimes I watch other people die, and… yeah…” Cassidy squeezed his hand tightly.

Evan’s eyebrows scrunched tightly. “Have you told anyone besides me?”

“No,” Cassidy admitted. “But I don’t want to worry anyone.”

“Maybe at least tell your brother? I’m sure he’d want to know if you’re struggling to sleep or focus, Cass.”

Cassidy shrugged. “It won’t change anything. Travis would just worry. And he’s not tiny like you and your brother. If I tried to sleep in my brother’s bed with him, I would fall off the bed and hurt myself.”

“I’m not that small!” Evan protested, but he saw Cassidy’s point. Weirdly enough, it presented the perfect opportunity for him. “But, I may have an idea for you.”

“Yeah? Is it to get a ratty old Fredbear plush and carry it everywhere?” Cassidy asked skeptically. “Because I don’t think that works for everyone.”

“That implies that I do it because I want to,” Evan muttered to himself, but he shook his head at Cassidy, digging into his pocket. “No, I was thinking something a bit more your style.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, something like this.” Evan pulled the hairclip from his pocket. “I went to Fredbear’s yesterday and won it at the prize counter. Think of it as a way for me to defend you from your nightmares.”

Cassidy blinked at him, her mouth opening like she wanted to speak. Then she closed her mouth and blinked again. It took Evan a moment to realize she was speechless. And about to cry?

“It’s, um. If you don’t want it, it’s no big deal-“

“No, that’s very sweet actually,” Cassidy interrupted him, pulling her arm from under his hand. “Can you help me put it in? On the right side?”

“Oh, sure.” Evan fumbled with the hairclip, and Cassidy laughed lightly as he got to his feet to put the clip in her hair. “Like that?”

“A little further up,” Cassidy guided his hands, and Evan was sure his face was on fire. “Right there.”

Evan sighed in relief as he retracted his hands. His sleeve had slipped a little ways down his arm, and he quickly pulled it back down. Not fast enough, apparently, as Cassidy frowned.

Her eyes fixed on his sleeve, and she reached out to grab his elbow. Evan let her push his sleeve back to reveal the raw, bruised skin. “What happened here? Did-“

“I got in trouble.” Evan bit his lip and glanced away. “Mike is grounded, and if I’m not supervised, then-“

“Your dad did this?” Cassidy’s voice seemed tight, but Evan squeezed his eyes shut instead of looking at her expression.

“Yeah. But it’s better to face smaller fears than big ones, right?” Evan replied weakly.

Cassidy fell silent again. Her grip tightened on his elbow, and she let out a quiet sigh. “You’re unbelievable.”

“In a good way, though. Right?” Evan finally turned back to Cassidy. She seemed on the verge of tears as she looked at him.

The faintest smile came across her face. “Of course. Of course, Evie.”

She dragged him into a tight hug, and Evan hugged her back, unable to make himself care about how things looked to the rest of the room.

Everything was going to be just fine.

#cloud speaks #cloud writes #cloud colors #back in the nightmare au #uhhhhhh #cassidy fnaf #cc fnaf #evan afton #cw bruises #tw bruises #This will be in a later chapter I promise #just not right now #gotta get through Charlie's birthday first #haha

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miyuhpapayuh · 10 months

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𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

"You're just gonna stare at me, huh?"

For the past five minutes, Anthony has been sitting across from Simone, watching her slowly sip on her second margarita, her fiery gaze set and stuck on him.

It had been a long–almost three months since she'd been able to look him in his face, and if possible, he was even more handsome.

"I'm mad at you." She finally speaks, cutting her eyes at him, before looking towards Jasmine, in her silk, red dress with a daring slit up the thigh, dancing with her husband.

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You succeeded, but I'm still mad."

"Nah, you're just stubborn. I know you're happy to see me, princess." He confidently states.

"I never said I wasn't."

"Can you act like it, then?" He rounds the table to sit beside her, pulling her into his side, smirking as she melts into him.

"I didn't get in a helicopter and fly fifteen hours ahead of my schedule, just to watch you pout."

“What did you just say?” She asks, turning her head to look up at him.

“You heard me. I rearranged my whole day to be here. Even if it's just the reception, cause I knew how important this was to you. So… get that frown off your face.”

Instantly fixing her pout, it’s replaced by shock. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He mocks, leaning for a kiss that she eagerly meets him halfway for.

“You said you couldn’t make it! I thought that was finite.” She softly defends.

“You're right, but you know I always pull through for you, too.” He says, smiling down at her.

“I missed you,” she finally says, before sighing dramatically.

“God, that hurt you, didn't it?” He asks, smirking at the look on her face.

“It really did!” She obnoxiously nods, making him laugh.

“I missed you too, with your spoiled ass.”

“All your fault and none of mine,” she laughs, grabbing her glass from the table and taking the last couple sips of the strong drink.

“You smell good,” he plants his face right into her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Thank you— stop!” She giggles, pushing him away as he starts to nibble on the area. He beams back, behaving this time.

“You smell good too, my favorite cologne.” She smiles, leaning back into him.

“I always keep a bottle near for that reason,” he notes, just as Simone's sister dances over to where they're sitting.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

“Hey, April! Nice to see you again.” He greets, as they slap hands like old friends.

“Always fun runnin’ into you, Ant!” She slurs.

“How many drinks have you had, dude?” Simone asks, staring at the glass of brandy in her hand.

“Well, including this one,” she holds the glass up, “three. I might have one more.”

“Be careful, April.”

“Girl, lighten up a little. I'm a big girl, I'm good.” She smiles, patting Anthony's shoulder. “I'm glad you're back. Take care of my girl, here.”

“Always.” He smiles back, while she makes her way back to the dance floor.

He turns to his pouty date, softly chuckling. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she left the ball and chain at home.” She replies.

“Hm. Come dance with me.” He says, pulling her up and out of her funk with his “elite” dance moves. Her giggles are futile as he hits his famous robot for her.

“So stupid,” she says through her laughing fit, swooning as he pulls closed the space between them, grasping her left hand into his right.

Her cheeks grow a deep crimson as a couple of Jada's cousins give their whistles of approval.

“That means they like me, right?”

“Yeah, they like you,” she pecks his lips, “who wouldn't?”

“You act like you don't sometimes, but I know the real.”

“You get on my nerves. Multiple things can be true, I suppose.” She shrugs.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mmhm.”

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Driving down to the beach at two in the morning, was definitely not in her original plans. But, when you've got a beautiful man whispering in your ear, you'd be persuaded into just about anything.

"How was the wedding?" Idris asks, resting his right hand on her knee, drawing small circles into her skin.

"It was beautiful. I cried a lot, like usual. Her dress. Her hair. The flowers. The church!, their union and those vows— wow. One of my favorite weddings, by far." Simone gushes.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You definitely drank enough to." He teases.

"Free bar! Of course, I'm taking advantage. Don't do that, when you knocked back those three glasses of Brandy." She points her finger at him, as he pulls into a parking spot, just minutes away from their destination.

"I had to catch up with you, babygirl." He cuts the car off and hops out, heads over to her side to open her door for her and locks the car up.

Their index fingers naturally intertwine as they start their trek towards the sand. The midnight blue sky gives the scenery before them a calm feeling.

Stopping for a moment, Simone slips her sandals off and hooks them on her fingers, sighing as the gritty sand finds a home between her toes.

"I haven't been to the beach in the longest time." She mumbles as they get closer to the water.

"I'll make sure you see it more often," he responds without so much as a second thought. She shakes her head fondly, absentmindedly clutching his hand tighter.

A breeze sends a slight shiver through her, and he disconnects their hands long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and sling it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she says. Her tone takes on a genuine warmth that doesn't mirror the acidity from earlier.

For a moment they simply stroll in a comfortable silence, nature's symphony being the only thing heard.

"Ya know, Allura's fourth anniversary is around the corner. I could use a date." She speaks up as she swings their arms between them.

"What?" He asks with fake shock, "around all those pesky cameras that I'm sure are gonna be there all night?"

"I mean I could ask my other options to join me if you're not down."

"Other options?” He asks with a chuckle. “Not after the speech you gave me the other night!”

She immediately cackles, squeezing his hand. “I'm only kidding!”

“Oh, I know it.” He nods, matter-of-factly, sending her eyes rolling. “And, I'd love to accompany you, princess.”

She will never grow tired of hearing that name.

"You basically own the place now, don't you?" He continues.

"Absolutely not! That's all Rose's baby."

"I think she'd disagree. You're the only one who's been there since its inception. You're just as responsible for it being as big as it is. I see just how much you do to keep it running so smoothly."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir." Her tone is light, but she was grateful the darkness of the night cloaked the ever present rosiness of her cheeks.

Slinking back up to her place after their lovely night, it was well into the wee hours of the morning.

They stop in front of her front door where she turns to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you for showing up for me tonight. You made an already fantastic night...perfect." She had to remember to lay off the alcohol whenever he was involved. Soon enough she'd be laying all her cards on the table, and that was a severe no-no in her book.

"Anytime at all." He moves a loose tendril of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Can I keep you warm tonight?"

The answer is already in her starry eyes, but she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by his belt buckle, sealing the deal.

Once the door closed, his lips and hands were on her, carefully unzipping her dress before helping her step out and tossing it, along with her thong, onto her side chair. She pushes his suit jacket and shirt away, tossing it onto the same chair.

As he carries her down the hall, her hand pats the wall, flipping the light on so she could see him and make sure this moment was actually happening.

“How thoughtful of you,” she snorts once she pulls away from their liplock for a breath, her body being sat on her kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around him.

“I do what I can,” he cheekily responds, recapturing her lips, taking her breath away again.

His hot mouth trails down her neck, locating her hot spot with ease, making her moan and move her hands from his shoulders to his belt buckle.

Assisting in pushing the rest of his clothes away, he sank into her and revels in the deep gasp that left her. Her hands find his shoulders.

“Anthony…” she breathlessly moans, as he wastes no time pounding into her. Her ankles uncross and roll from the chills that creep up her spine.

“Missed you, baby.. fuck, you feel so good.” He moans, bending down to kiss her lips, then her neck, still mumbling his praises to her.

She leans back onto the counter, throbbing all over as his open-mouthed kisses land on her sensitive breasts, making her body fall all the way onto the surface.

“Oh my god, please,” she moans, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tight at the overload of him.

Her hands didn't know where to land as his thrusts continued to jack up her breathing, sending her higher up than the alcohol ever could.

“I'm gonna, fuck!— cum,” she moans, squeezing her thighs against his waist, trying her best to ride that first wave of pleasure as it coursed through her whole body.

“That's it, princess. Gimme that good shit— gah damn.” He praises, kissing all over her skin.

Slowing down to give her a moment of reprieve, his slow grind still sends a shiver down her spine but she's slowly coming back down to earth, even laughing a little to herself.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” She asks, almost whining into his mouth as he answers with another steamy kiss, his hands cuffing underneath her legs to press them back against the surface.

“Stop,” she whines, her shoulder inching up to block his slippery kisses from the other side of her neck, due to her being stupid ticklish.

Peppering kisses around the area and making her body bend upward, he found access to her spot anyway, her sweet laughter floating through the air.

“A–Anthony! That fucking tickles,” she squeals, clawing at his arms and back as he goes back to pumping into her.

Her eyes slid back into their hiding spot as he brushed against her spot, that pretty pout staining her features as she got ready for another release.

“Don't stop, baby!”

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The next morning, they are lazily wrapped up in each other. The sun shines through the cream colored organza curtains, casting them in a golden glow.

The calm of the moment is interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Business calls, huh?" She asks softly, her tone neutral, “damn, just when I was starting to like you, old man." She draws abstract patterns on his exposed chest.

He allows the phone to ring until it stops. "Hmm. Whatever they need from me, they can get from Carmichael. Hell, he probably knows more than I do."

She rises from her position on his chest, a lift in her freshly waxed brow. "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack. I missed you." There's a teasing glint in his eyes that makes her heart flutter.

"I can see why you would." She stretches her limbs with a yawn. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

"Yes ma'am."

Forty five minutes later, and they're sitting across from each other in a French café enjoying delicious pastries and each other's company.

"I need a favor," she changes the gears of their conversation.

"Name it."

"My assistant, Logan. She's one of the most dedicated, ambitious people I know. She's got big dreams, and I think she could use a...friend. A generous, well-established handsome friend who's more than willing to help her realize them. And preferably one with a very large penis." She says the last part without blinking.

Anthony on the other hand, almost chokes on his hazelnut latte.

"Well. I can't make any promises about that last part, but I do think I have the perfect candidate. I'll talk to him."

"You're the best."

"Oh, I know."

To that, she dips her fingertips in her glass of ice water and flicks it at him.

After breakfast, they decide on a lazy day, wanting to languish in being in each other's presence for as long as they could.

Anthony has his head in her lap as some mindless show plays on her TV. She strokes the scruff of his beard, neither one of them truly paying attention.

A phone interrupts their nothingness for the second time, only it's April ringing this time.

"What's up, April?"

"Well hello sister. Where's that man at?"

"Right here," she puts the phone on speaker and puts it near his head, "Say hello."

"Heeeeyyyy, boyfriend! You keeping my sister's back cracked?"

"Girl, have you lost your mind?"

"You know it!"

Anthony and Simone respond at once, and she immediately takes her off speaker.

"I knew it. I could tell from that glow, last night. That wasn't just Fenty."

"I'm not about to play with you!" She laughs. "What do you want?"

"It's my last day before I go home, and I wanna hang out with my sister. Can we do that?"

She weighs her choices. All things considered, she does miss her sister dearly, but she won't entertain a single word about that husband of hers.

"Sure. What time did you have in mind?"

"Give me like...two hours then I'll come get you. Cool?"

She checks the time from his phone.

"That's fine. I'll see you then."

"Great. I love you, Simone."

While that's not news, it throws her for a bit of a loop to hear it at such a seemingly random time.

"I love you too, April." They end the call and she sets her phone back down.

"Spending some time with your sister?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem too excited."

"No, I'd love to see her. We just...haven't seen eye to eye in a long time."

"From what you tell me it seems like you still care."

"Of course I do. We've been through almost everything together. I just don't understand these trash ass choices she makes sometimes."

"The direction she decides to steer her life isn't always for you to have to understand, love. Your only job as her sister is to love her through the changes. She's gonna always need that. But I understand how hard it can be to see someone you care about seemingly self-destruct."

"I hate your sound advice," she says, ending on a chuckle.

"I'm a wise man. I know a few things."

"I'll give you that," she runs her hand through her hair, "We got a couple hours...how about you show me what else you know?"

Simone washes the sinful activities from her skin before she's to meet with her sister.

Just as she's putting her outfit of choice on, distressed denim & an olive hi-cut bodysuit, there's a knock at the door. Anthony volunteers to get it, and she hopes her sister can keep the embarrassing remarks to a zero while she's putting the finishing touches on her hair.

They greet each other with one of the warmest embraces they've shared in their adulthood.

Anthony makes a promise to meet back up with her later that he seals with a steamy kiss.

"Okay you two, that's enough." April playfully pushes their heads apart.

They bid her handsome man farewell for now, and then they're off to their favorite soul food place.

Once they're seated and waiting on their drinks, they begin reminiscing about their younger "misguided" years.

"And, that bitch sees me and walks the other way to this day!" They break out into laughter.

"Her bony ass knew better than to try it, too. Speaking of, do you remember Resha?" Simone asks, sipping on her water.

"The one you caught fucking on Devante, Resha??"

"The very one. You know people are DMing me screenshots of this hoe still throwing shots? Girl, it's been years! That nigga can remain your headache."

"She only doing that because she'll never forget that tag team beatdown we gave her and that frog faced bitch of a homegirl."

"For as long as she lives!" They smack hands, falling into another round of laughter.

"Why does it feel like it's been so long since we laughed like that? That's all we used to do." Her posture turns more dejected as she slouches in her seat.

And here it is. The point of their meeting that Simone was dreading.

"We did. We just grew into women with our own lives to tend to."

"I still miss the young us. All the time."

"So do I," Simone replies quietly.

"I know Will plays a part in it."

"Don't even bring him up, Iris." She wants to nip it in the bud before her mood sours.

"I know that's it, though, Imani."

"He's your husband. It is what it is." Her passive tone betrays her feelings.

"Look, I know he can be…”

"Complete and utter garbage."

"Simone."

She shrugs. "I only call it like I see it."

"Okay. He can be abrasive, but he goes through a lot of stress, and I owe it to him to be-"

"You don't owe him shit, April!" She doesn't like where her sister's statement was heading. "He owes it to you to be a better husband. Period."

"You don't get it."

"Then help me get it. Help me understand why me and mama have to watch you be treated so miserably by that no good bastard every time we see you."

April looks away feeling her eyes start to burn with unshed tears, cracking her knuckles, a nervous tick she never broke out of. Simone softens feeling the sadness emanate from her sister in waves. She reaches across the table and grabs one of her hands. "Talk to me. Please."

"It was all my fault," she speaks quietly.

She squints, at a loss for what she could be talking about. "What was?"

"I thought I was okay. I thought I could still work. My doctor told me everything was okay. I didn't listen to my body, and now she's gone." Her voice breaks at the end. The emotions that April had been holding in finally spilled from her eyes and into her lap.

Simone's heart breaks for her sister, but above that she feels...anger. Anger that her sister's husband would allow her to carry the guilt of a faultless miscarriage for a second, much less two years.

She immediately considers asking Anthony if he had friends in high places who didn't mind getting their hands dirty.

But for now, she moves to her sister's side of the booth and wraps both of her arms around her narrow shoulders making sure she knows the loss of her child was never her fault, uncaring about whatever prying eyes may be on the pair.

"We probably look crazy," April says, laughing softly.

"I don't give a hot damn. You're the only thing that matters to me right now." She smooths her hand over her hair. "You know I wanna kick his ass, right?"

"Don't you always?" She says with a light tone.

"He deserves it. What he doesn't deserve is you as his wife."

"I know how you guys feel about him, but I don't know how to walk away from my marriage just like that." She snaps for emphasis.

"You put one foot in front of the other. But seriously, you have to put what's best for you first at some point because that man obviously never will."

April sighed to herself. "You're right."

"I'm sorry. I'm what now?"

"Don't go fucking up the moment, Imani," she says with an eye roll, making them both crack up in the booth.

Their food is cold as ice by the time they get to it, so they decide to take it to-go, opting for some well-deserved retail therapy.

The sisters don't decide to part ways until well after the sun has left the sky, promising it won't be months before they see each other again.

She ends her night with a FaceTime call to one of her favorite faces.

“Hey, big head.” She greets him cheerfully when he pops up on her screen.

"One of these days I'm truly going to get offended that you keep coming for my head." His words go through one ear and out the other as she watches his shirtless form move around his bedroom.

"Mhmm."

He stops to look into the camera and see where her seemingly diverted attention lies, when he realizes it's still on him, just not on his words.

"Are you checking me out, Imani?"

"And if I am?" She replies smartly with a quirk in her brow.

"Forever the smart mouth. I've been away for entirely too long."

"What are you gonna do to me, huh?"

"Keep it coming, princess. You'll see. How was your day with your sister?" He stops moving about to give her his full attention.

"I was pleasantly surprised by how...well, pleasant it was. Without telling her business, I learned a lot. I kept in mind what you told me earlier...it helped."

"Truly glad to hear that, love. I know how much you love your sister."

"I hope I got through to her this time."

The next day, Simone's up bright and early for work seeing as Allura's big night is less than three weeks away, and she has a million last minute errands to tend with.

"Morning, boss lady," Logan says as she lets herself in with the breakfast Simone neglected to pick up.

"Morning, sunshine. What's on my to-do list for today?"

"Whole lotta nothing. A couple of new investors are scheduled to swing by around three. Just be prepared for a lot of schmoozing and ass kissing to secure their funds. I emailed you files on them, so you can look extra good."

"The baddest is what you are." She chuckles and takes a sip of her piping hot tea. "What else?"

"Well most importantly, you have a fitting directly after work."

"A fitting?" She gasps in realization. "I finally get to see my dress?"

She'd gotten Logan to agree to tailor make a dress for the special occasion, but the girl had been keeping a tight lip about what it actually looks like.

"Yes ma'am."

"I can't wait because I already know it's fire." She claps excitedly.

"I really do hope you like it, cause it's taken up all of my free time." She jokes.

"I apologize, dear. I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, no," Logan laughs. "I'm just playing around."

"Nonsense, babe. I've already got a surprise on the way."

"What kind of surprise, Simone?" She ditches the formalities for a second as she racks her brain of what it could possibly be.

"Don't worry your gorgeously locced head about it. It's all taken care of. I'll let you know when it..arrives." She winks, before heading back to her own office, sighing blissfully as her back rests against the fur of her chair.

Opening her laptop, she pulls up her file titled ‘fits', and pulls out a picture that she'd snapped of her outfit and sends it to her phone. She then uploads it to her Instagram, like she does, every week.

She'd given herself the task to upload a picture of her outfits to her Instagram, to give her followers a glimpse of her sense of style and they loved it!

This week, it was a white, thin strapped corset-style top paired with light wash, flared jeans and squared strapped heels.

She momentarily focuses on the photo in its entirety, before gazing at the tired, pink polish on her nails.

Reaching over to her office phone, she pushes the red button to call Logan.

“Dear, I need a fill-in. Can you schedule an appointment at two, today? I don't wanna be chipped when the investors get here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll call them now."

"Thank you."

A knock sounds at her door, before Jada marches inside with a wide grin on her face, hurriedly closing the door behind her.

"Why are you so cheery, this morning? Are you glowing?" Simone asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know.... I might've had, one of the best dates of my life, last night. I might've actually confessed to being so deeply in love that my chest hurts.... we might've had sex in every part of his house." The grin never leaves her face.

"Awww, Jada! That's so great! I'm so happy for you!" She opens her arms as Jada bends down to receive the hug.

"Thanks! It was so perfect," she sits on the edge of the desk. "He took me to this restaurant, where the centerpiece is a candle and you get to choose the scent— I chose sandalwood, of course— and the food was amazing! We took a stroll down the boardwalk and that's when I just couldn't hold back how I was feeling, anymore. I literally told him everything. If he were anybody else, I might've died, but he's just as in love as I am!..." Simone's eyes gleam as she listens to her best friend gush about things they've only dreamt of.

"I really am happy for you, boo. You deserve it."

"So do you, girl. I saw the way you and ol’ lanky were looking at each other, the other night." Simone rolls her eyes as her heart skips a beat, at the mention of him.

"Jada, he's only around for certain things. A relationship is not one of those things." She bats her lashes.

"You do know that I know you, right?” Jada shakes her head. "You don't have to admit to it, but I see it."

"You see what?"

Jada just laughs and stands up, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "I see right through this little act, you got going on."

"An act?"

"Simone, I'm not doing this with you. You play too many games."

"Ugh, anyway! I'm going to get my nails done at two, you wanna come or you got plans?" Simone asks, picking at her grown out cuticle.

"Yeah, I'll come with you. I need a color change, myself." Jada stares at her nails, before looking back in Simone's direction. "You hear about the investors that are coming?"

"Yes. I'm glad you said that, cause I need to pull up these files."

Jada rounds the table and hovers over Simone's left shoulder, watching her type away on her keyboard and pull up the 'need-to-know’— as Logan put it.

"Alright... two men and a woman—typical," she scoffs.

"I hope she's the leader of the pact." Jada adds.

"It's two thousand and twenty-three. She better be!" Simone exclaims, making Jada chuckle.

"Okay, so we've got John," Simone starts.

"He looks like a white supremacist." Jada frowns.

"Oh, boy!” Simone laughs, "he's been in the investment industry for about... twenty-five years, Jesus!"

"Damn, he's been in business as long as you've been alive, girl." Jada's eyes widened.

"He's gonna be a problem," she scrolls down as she reads his track list— a bunch of boring nonsense about how his entitlement has gotten him where he is today, on top of him being white.

"Moving on, we have his twin brother, Jack. And, then we have Bianca."

"Oooh! She's gorgeous,” they stare at the screen in awe of the umber-hued woman, with her rich, tight coils and impeccable sense of style.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." Jada mumbles.

"You and me, both."

"Wow, it says that she's been with the company for fifteen years, she's actually invested in Allura a couple of times— why am I just now hearing of her?!" She asks out loud.

"You have a short attention span, girl. We've been over this."

"Having a short attention span, and zoning out when the conversation starts becoming mundane, are two different things."

"Whatever you say."

Walking back through the double doors, Simone gets pulled to the side by her boss. Her furrowed brow causes some of the tension to lift from Rose's face, being replaced by a small smile.

"What's going on?" Her eyes wander around the lobby, watching everybody scatter about. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. The investors are here and they wanna speak with you."

"Wha— me?" Simone slides her clammy hands down the sides of her skirt, feeling her heart start to hammer in her chest. "Oh God, what did you tell them?"

"I mentioned that you're the face of the remodeling for this place. They love it and wanna talk— it's just a conversation, love. I promise."

"Okay..." she nods, still feeling a bit nervous.

Stepping off the elevator, Simone takes a right down the main hallway and knocks once, before opening the door to the conference room.

Three pairs of eyes stare back at her as she enters; two obviously enthused and one, well... not so much.

"Good afternoon, Simone," Jack moves from his leaning position against the table and reaches out for her hand, giving it a firm shake. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Jack."

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack."

"Hi, Simone. I'm John." He politely shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She keeps it short, as the absence of light in her eyes speaks volumes.

"Likewise."

"Ah, the woman of the month, is what you are, darling. I'm Bianca and it's literally an honor to meet you." Pulling her into a hug, Simone returns it and laughs.

"Wow, what an ego booster, you are! I could never amount to someone as prestigious as you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We could do this all day long, doll. I've done my homework on you and I'm utterly impressed." Everyone takes a seat at the table.

"As I am, with you."

"Let's get started, shall we?" John asks, cutting their conversation short.

"Sure.” Bianca motions with her hand for him to get on with it.

"So, we've heard a lot about you, since your latest spread has hit the stores— with your name on the cover in those, bright pink, letters."

Simone's expression stays stoic, as she listens to him to talk.

"We're very impressed." Jack adds.

"All of you?" Simone's index finger circles in the air, around the trio.

Bianca chuckles, knowing where this is headed.

"Excuse me?" John raises a bushy eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh, come on. You were unimpressed, before I even walked through the door."

That nervous chuckle that white men do when you've caught onto their game, comes out of his mouth.

"Do you think this is professional? I've been in this business for twenty-"

"–five years, I know," she finishes with a swift roll of her neck.

"That's probably longer than you've been alive, young lady." She laughs.

"I'll be twenty-six in July, so you've only got me by a couple months. Besides the point, by the way. Just because you've been in business, doesn't mean you know business."

"Why do you think they keep me around, then? Since, you've got all the answers." He quizzes.

"Because, you're white and a man. It doesn't take a genius to know that." She blinks.

"Wow," Bianca hums, "I like you."

"Bianca." John firmly states, causing the duo to laugh at him.

"You know better than that, John. If you're gonna be an ass, you should learn how to conceal your facial expressions."

"It's true." Jack adds.

"Well, I don't have to stand for this."

"Well, you're not in charge. I am, and I like everything I've seen from this company, so far. You can bitch about it on your own time."

"It was incredible, babe. I just went for it, which was very risky, but so worth it!" Simone giddily tells Anthony about her day, as she sits outside of the boutique where her dress is.

"You really aren't afraid of anything, are you?" He asks with a subtle laugh.

"Not in any kind of way. Guess where I am." She smirks.

"Hm... is there food involved?"

"Surprisingly, no. Guess again."

"Let's see. It's four o'clock, which means you just got off work. Are you at your fitting for your dress?"

"I'm so glad that you pay attention when I talk." She teases, before getting out of the car.

"Keep talkin' shit," he hums a laugh. "Are you gonna show me what it looks like?"

"Of course... the night of the gala." He sucks his teeth as she laughs.

"Oh, hush. I don't even know what it looks like, yet. Let it be a surprise!"

"Says the woman who doesn't even like surprises." She feels the eye-roll through the phone.

"Well, this one isn't for me, smartass. It's for you. I gotta go."

"Alright, I'll be seeing your pretty face later." She giggles, making a kissy noise into the phone, before hanging up and walking inside.

"Welcome to Bella's. How can I help you, ma'am?" The green-eyed, dark haired woman greets from behind the counter.

"I'm here to see Logan."

"Can I have your name?"

"Simone Carson." Her dainty fingers tap against the keyboard, before she escorts her to the back of the shop.

"Logan, Simone is here." She knocks on the light blue door, twice.

"I'm coming!" With that, the lady excuses herself with a smile. Simone comfortably shifts her weight as the door swings open.

"Hi, beautiful!," she steps out of the way, for Simone to walk inside. Her eyes naturally fell on the mannequin with a dark garment bag on it.

"Hey, girl! Is that my dress?!" She rushes over to it, while Logan laughs and closes the door.

"It sure is. Go ahead and take a look." Simone sits her phone down on the table and unzips the bag, gasping at the sight.

"It's beautiful! Pink is my second favorite color! And this splash of orange is so pretty! Wow, this is beautiful, seriously." Logan giggles as Simone rounds the dress, gasping even harder at the back; a clear acrylic bangle holds the fabric in place as it's diagonally ldraped across the back.

"You really... really outdid yourself. I cannot wait to try this on!"

"I'm so glad you like it! Let me slide out and let you put it on, so I can take pictures." She excuses herself, leaving Simone to squeal some more, before stripping down and putting the dress on.

"Oh wow.... I. Am. Snatched! Logan, come see!" Walking back into the room, she cups both sides of her own face, staring at Simone in awe.

"This was literally made for you. Oh my gosh, you look stunning!" She grabs her phone from her pocket and starts snapping away at, an always camera ready, Simone.

After their mini photo shoot, Simone pulls her clothes back on and slings the heavy garment back over her shoulder.

"Your 'after work' attire is super cute, by the way." Simone compliments Logan's distressed denim jeans paired with her blue, long-sleeved crop top and custom, baby blue converse.

"Thanks! I try to tone it down when I get here."

In her free time, Logan is a seamstress which was definitely her dream job. She'd been into fashion, since she was well into her teens. She'd landed this job when she turned twenty-one and never looked back.

Her being Simone's assistant was her side job— one she thoroughly enjoyed.

"It's workin' for you, babe." Simone pinches her cheek. "I sent the money to your account."

"You didn't have to pay me. I did this for you as a gift."

“Please, you never work for free. Whether it's a sketch or to look at a piece of fabric. You charge! Whether it's me or Rihanna! You charge!”

“Okay, okay! I'll take your money,” she mumbles in a faux dull manner.

Simone giggles. "You sound like me! We've gotta do better at accepting this cash.”

"Ugh, easy for you to say! I don't have a gorgeous man sending me money!"

"That could change!"

"How?"

"When you've got connections, things happen, babygirl." She winks. Logan crinkles her nose.

"Remember what we talked about. Charge."

"I'll be writing it down on everything now. Thank you."

"And, thank you for making this masterpiece! I'll see you tomorrow."

She kisses her cheek, before heading out.

Logan grows curious, as she pulls her phone out and checks her bank account, almost dropping her phone when she sees the amount that came outta Simone's account.

“Five hundred dollars??” She squeals.

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minthara · 3 months

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really long personal answer to an anon i got. trigger warnings in the tags.

First of all i wanna apologise to everyone who follows me for the last few days lmao, but i feel like if i dont post about it im literally gonna kill myself. I need somewhere to write down my thoughts because i feel bad always going to the same 2 friends i still have and complain about the same situation again and again about a dude they dont even know that well.

Thank you so much for ur message really, and sorry if im gonna take it as another excuse to write down all my thoughts, but i think it will really help me.

So the pathetic thing. I didnt ever post about this and in real life i think only like. 3 people knew. But after we broke up i begged him for months to take me back. It really was pathetic. And when he called me pathetic i think he was just very very hurt, because that was the second time i broke up with him (just a few weeks ago). It was in the sense of me begging him for so long just to break up again a few months later. I feel fucking stupid even writing this. I spent about 10k euros trying to get away from him, it fucked up my life so massively that i lost a job i really loved over it.

And now my new job is about 5 minutes away from our old apartment and i think thats a huge reason why i cant get over it. Every day i walk past restaurants, the supermarkets, anything we went to together. I had to buy snacks for work today and just burst into tears in the fucking supermarket because we used to go there together. The people at work are always so appreciative bc i know the area so well but they dont know how much it fucking hurts me and its so stupid like. Should i just avoid that part of town forever??? No fucking get over it bitch like wtf its a fucking supermarket.

And it also hurts because i know i wasnt always perfect and there were many times i was super mean to him. But at a point i couldnt deal with his ADHD anymore and that sounds so shitty but im a super organised person to the point where sometimes i wonder if thers anything ocd related but i dont think so. In my head i swap between i have ocd, i have adhd, i have borderline, i have autism - i have no idea whats wrong with me, but the way i feel cant be normal. I know this because the way i behave isnt normal, i know i can come across as really strange, i cant judge social situations well and often dont know how to behave. But i constantly criticised him for symptoms of his mental illnesss.

But i never physically hurt him, and that was the last straw for me, why i left. I dont know how u can do that to a person you love.

And im just mourning the life i thought i was going to have so, so, so much. I know on tumblr ppl somehow think youre brainwashed when you want a traditional marriage and kids and stuff, but i really thought that was going to happen in the next 2 / 3 years, thats how i planned my life since i was fucking 21 and i met him. And now im almost 27, and i cant even go on dates because i cannot bear talking to new people because all i want is a clone of him but better.

I know i will look back at this and think “u cried about THAT guy???” in a few years, because thats how its always been in my life lol (except for one relationship, but were still really really best friends). I always think afterwards i will never love someone that much again. But it hits so much harder because it was such a serious relationship lol i really wanted to marry him. Sobs lol.

#asks #anonymous #abuse cw #suicide cw #i feel so much better after writing this down lol #blondshell salad on repeat if u know u know

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k4shixe · 8 months

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Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

Request here ;)

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spider-mar2004 · 2 months

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Alright! From the recent vote i did of My oc Marlette x Kaine Parker finished few days ago, which im glad that is voted into a yes! So first imma do each one hc and then together hcs:

Kaine Parker:

- He is kinda the girl of the relation Lmao.

- Never liked being late discos or bars, so he leaves mostly at more of 12 AM.

- Invites Marlette in a very chill bar, and that's the place he mostly vents, or express when he is upset with her only, not with others even Ben.

- If he is drunk somehow or someday, he would just stare at the nothing and possibly get emotional, dude passed rough things.

- He is not a "bring chocolate box and bring flowers" type guy, he brings Marlette food such like burgers, and such. He knows tame the beast, by giving her food like in minecraft.

- When he stares at pictures of himself and her, he smiled softly and calms down, only when he is alone, until gets very annoyed when Ben enters and starts to ask like crazy.

- When they are in their private intimate moment, He insults her, don't worry, she likes but at the finale he ends being bottom many times, and she insults him back which he loves it more secretly kinda masochist lmao.

- He treats Marlette not only as his girlfriend, he fully respects and treats her like a boss to him.

- He is the little spoon when they are sleeping and cuddling.

- At the start he was kinda unsure about the relation between Marlette and Aracely, but it's okay it ended well.

- "No bitches? Yeah, may i don't have bitches, but i have a big bitch, so that's better as fuck."

- He learnt even more spanish by Marlette, i mean yes he knew kinda but he knew more avanced with her and Aracely together.

- He names Marlette with normal english pet/love names, one of the spanish ones he uses often is Mami.

- Kaine is jealous but not in toxic way, he doesn't like when other men touches his girlfriend so much and /or stares at her longer. When that happens he gives a death stare while showing one of his wrist stings.

Marlette Saravia:

- The big top female bad ass bitch boss fr.

- She wasn't easy to fall in love, and some spider-men tried to flirt her and such but just big NO. And somehow, she accepted Kaine, well still, it took time to be in a relationship.

- Kinda takes the "man" role of the relationship sometimes.

- Yes, she is aggressive and scary as fuck, c'mon she is 6'7, just by a stare of her you feel your death coming, but when she is with Kaine and of course alone, she becomes very gently and docile with him.

- She didn't teach Kaine spanish, he learnt it by himself, she speaks spanish too by reason of being half latina.

- Marlette at the start of her relationship with Kaine literally couldn't sleep because Kaine snored like an old car, damn.

- She loves being spooned by Kaine, yes he is a bit smaller comparing to her, but still she enjoys his warmth.

- "Careful, 'cause if i kiss you may get shocked, papi."

- She gives Kaine pet names/ Love names in spanish mostly.

- Protective with Kaine as he told her about his past, she won't let Kaine suffer more.

- Comparing to Kaine who is jelaous, she is much calm, but yes if a girl doesn't stop flirting him, she would also shock her with her electric powers (owie).

Them together:

- They can't sleep being separated, awww.

- They behave like an old married couple.

- Kaine and Marlette enjoys touching/caressing their own scars, they find each other attractive with them.

- The ship dynamic of these are basing of real life spiders, where the female is bigger/taller and much more aggressive than the male who is smaller/shorter.

- (Canon) Their size difference are Kaine is 6'4 (according wiki) and Marlette 6'7.

- They don't give a fuck about Miguel and other things about spider-society, they all actually want is live and enjoy their lives in peace.

- Kaine has a deeper connection with Marlette, meaning he knows if she is upset with even lying.

- Both of them knows their pheromones, simce by their spider "hybrid" DNA, usually Kaine when he feels her pheromones, that means she is close in case they get lost in a mission.

- They do a great duo together, and actually is called according to Ben: "The Shock Stingy Duo" (but sometimes calls The Shock Stinky Duo for annoy Kaine lmao).

Extra:

That's what i mean why she can't sleep.

That's all i got, i know oc x canon related things can be cringey, and if i sounded cringey, i am so sorry but is just wanted to share and have fun, anyways love yall, cya. 🕷💙

#mar's random shit #headcanon #my art #oc x canon #Kaine x Marlette #i was bored so lmaoooo

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tomicaleto · 11 months

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For the duolingo prompt 🥺 #18 “By the way, nothing happened.”, please???

Thank you for sending this one to me! It took me a bit but I bring it to you now! And it's 2562 words so at least we have that!

Prompt list (feel free to send me another one!)

Context: this is set in the same AU as this snippet. Basically it's a Ben 10 AU. You can find more context for it in that post linked there, but basically, Ahsoka, Anakin and Obi-Wan are filling the roles of Ben, Gwen and Kevin. Ahsoka is still a Togruta.

For this snippet's particular context: the plot follows the one from an actual episode from the series but adapted to these characters and from my vague memories of it and also this breakdown of the episode. By this point in the AU, they still don't know Anakin is an anodite. Hope you enjoy!

“By the way, nothing happened.”

Ahsoka watched as Obi-Wan paced across the room, over and over and over, until she was almost sure he was going to leave a trace over the wood. It’s not like she wasn’t worried, Anakin had left for a date earlier today, after a fight with Obi-Wan, and had yet to show any kind of life signal since.

She didn’t even know what they had fought about, with Obi-Wan being private about his relationships and Anakin being gone and also usually closed off in general. He was –slowly– becoming better about talking about his past and feelings with his team members, but they still had a long way to go.

She was about to tell Obi-Wan to sit down and drink the coffee she had so kindly made him when her phone rang.

—

Anakin had honestly not tried to end up in this situation. He had had an argument with Obi-Wan and said some hurtful things and got hurtful things said to him in return. And so, temperamental as he was, he had stormed away from Obi-Wan and wandered around the university halls where he taught until he had come across a random dude and invited him for a drink. It had been a petty move and he wasn’t really proud of it, but the man had accepted, looking him up and down with a lecherous glint in his eyes and it was too late to pull back.

The man, Rush Clovis, behaved… acceptably, despite his eyes revealing his less than pure intentions towards Anakin. He had planned to do the bare minimum and leave as soon as possible, but then Clovis had asked Anakin for help with a situation that had been worrying the faculty for some months and his curiosity had been picked. This guy knew something that had Obi-Wan and his colleagues worried and he had kept it hidden from Anakin (possibly Ahsoka too, but he had known her before he had even met Anakin, so he doubted it). He also had a badge on his belt that Anakin pretended not to notice.

And so, Anakin found himself listening to a vampire-like situation. Girls and young boys showing up with pale skin sucked into their bones, strange suction-like marks, like those of an octopus on their arms and necks, passing out as soon as they were found, their ailment unknown.

“The only clue we have,” Clovis explained, “is that they are what is considered to be conventionally attractive, before being attacked.”

They explored the university grounds, asking around and looking for further clues. Clovis, when he was not leering at Anakin, turned out to be a… passable guy. He was nowhere close to Obi-Wan, who could be so chivalrous and witty, but since he was pissed at Obi-Wan, Clovis would do.

Anakin was about to call it a day, go back to his little one room apartment and eat some food and wait for the next day to ask Obi-Wan for more information, pride be damned.

And then, as he was about to part ways with Clovis –nevermind his almost pathetic attempts to get Anakin to stay– a woman came across them, matching the illness’s description perfectly. Anakin rushed to catch her as she collapsed in his arms, energies completely drained.

As subtle as he could, he checked her mana and found it almost gone, by all accounts she could be considered dead, or close to it. “She needs a medic.” Clovis took her from his arms. “The infirmary is just a couple of meters far.” Anakin frowned, he could have carried her himself, but in the end shrugged and followed Clovis.

The nurse on shift quickly began caring for the woman once they had arrived, her worry clear, and Anakin saw the hint of at least another three occupied beds. Just as he turned to check on the victim they had brought in, he caught Clovis with his hand on her forehead, a yellow glow surrounding it. The girl seemed to recover some of her colour, and Clovis let out a tired sigh.

Before he could pull his hand away, Anakin grabbed his wrist and a spark flowed between them. “You have mana.” He stated, still shocked. Clovis studied his expression before his shoulders dropped. “This is not how I wanted you to find out.” He said. “I’ve seen you around, with professor Kenobi. I noticed the way you use mana on a daily basis. And the faculty seems to be taking their time dealing with this situation. I've been trying to cure them and find the cause, that’s why I asked for your help.” He sounded genuine, and there was no trace of his earlier leering.

Anakin bit his lip and finally let go of Clovis’s wrist. He hesitated, considering his next move. “We’ll need help.”

—

“Anakin!” Ahsoka and Obi-Wan got down from the car and hurriedly approached Anakin. “We were worried about you! You didn’t text and you have been gone for hours!” Obi-Wan was the first to get near Anakin, already venting his worries, the early anger forgotten and he moved as if he were about to hug Anakin when Clovis stepped in between them.

He froze in his place, arms falling to his sides as Clovis smiled pleasantly at him and Ahsoka, who had caught up and was looking at Clovis and Anakin with a confused look. “Professor Kenobi, I’m so glad you joined us.”

Obi-Wan’s frown deepened and he turned to stare at Anakin, who had remained quiet so far. “Anakin, what’s going on?”

“Clo– uh, Rush here has power like us.” Anakin said, only gesturing towards Clovis with his hand. The man smiled with his most charming smile to them as his answer. “He’s a plumber kid, showed me his badge.”

Ahsoka turned then, more interested by that fact than by Clovis himself. “How did you two meet?” Obi-Wan’s eye twitched. “Anakin has been helping me investigate the attacks on the university students.” Clovis answered and it made Obi-Wan turn his head sharply towards him.

“That’s not your responsibility, as part of the student body, you should have left it for the authorities to handle.”

Clovis shrugged casually, carelessly. “And let more people get hurt? No, I have powers and I can help.”

As if sensing the rising animosity in the air, Ahsoka shuffled closer to Anakin and cheerfully said: “Well, what are we waiting for! Today is a school night, so we don’t have time to waste before my curfew!”

—

Hours later, the three of them found themselves driving back home, no answers found yet. Anakin had been relegated to the co-pilot seat, since this was Obi-Wan’s car. Ahsoka was asleep in the backseat and the silence was awkward and stiff.

Obi-Wan’s hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles almost white with how tight he was gripping it. “I cannot believe you spent all afternoon with Clovis!” Anakin tensed in his own seat. “It’s not like I am committed to anyone, is it? I can go out with whoever I want to.”

Obi-Wan scoffed, but didn’t answer. They eventually reached Ahsoka’s house and Anakin got out of the car and concentrated. With careful and slow movements, Ahsoka’s body began floating, her body surrounded by Anakin’s pinkish energy. He moved her up to her window, and opened it with his other hand as well.

While he did all that, Obi-Wan studied him. What Anakin had said was true, they weren’t committed to one another, they hadn’t even admitted their feelings for one another, even if they both knew what the other felt. Or at least, Obi-Wan had thought so.

He was broken off his thoughts by a knock on his window. “I’m gonna walk the rest of the way.” Anakin told him. “You go home now, You have classes to teach and we have another afternoon with Clovis ahead.”

Obi-Wan tried to stop Anakin, but the man was stubborn and left on his own. With a tired sigh, Obi-Wan shifted gears and left as well.

—

“Have you noticed something weird about Anakin?” Ahsoka asked the next morning as Obi-Wan drove her to school.

As a matter of fact, Obi-Wan had noticed plenty of things weird with Anakin, like the fact he had texted them that he would have a late morning that day, even with him being the early bird of the group. Or that he had gone on that little date with Clovis at all. And he could go on, but instead gestured to Ahsoka to say what she was meaning to say.

“It’s just, and I may be wrong,” she hesitated. “That when we got to university yesterday, he was wearing his hoodie even while it was quite warm.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “What do you mean?” “Isn’t it weird? He never really covers his arms when it’s hot outside.”

“You think he was hiding something?” Obi-Wan asked, worry clear in his voice. Ahsoka shrugged. “You never know with him, what’s with all his secretive past.” She pouted. Anakin’s tendency to avoid talking about himself unless it was on vague and concerning statements was something that Ahsoka often took personally. “I like to think he’s been slowly getting better about it but I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hiding something.”

—

They were supposed to meet again that afternoon, see if they could find something now that the four of them were working together. But neither Clovis nor Anakin were at the meeting point once Ahsoka and Obi-Wan finished their job and school day respectively.

“I don’t like this.” Ahsoka said. “I would understand Anakin not being here, if he slept in today but what about Clovis? He’s the one that dragged us into this.” Obi-Wan coughed into his fist and she stuttered. “I only mean that I wouldn’t have found out about this without him!” She explained. “I think I can track both their scents, see if they are on campus.”

Before Obi-Wan could say anything, she had dialed up her selected alien and had turned into the Vulpimancer programmed in the watch. She sniffed the air around them and took off so fast that Obi-Wan was almost left behind.

She ran across campus, until reaching what seemed to be an abandoned building. Obi-Wan recognised it as the old Chemistry building before they had updated the labs in the newer place on the other side of the place.

Ahsoka turned back to her Togruta form, she turned towards Obi-Wan with a grim expression. “They are both in there.” She said. “I don’t understand why they didn’t wait for us.”

Obi-Wan looked over her shoulder, he had a bad feeling about this whole thing. “Let’s go and see what we find.”

—

What they found was Clovis, his skin seemed like a gold plate, yellow energy surrounding him and what looked like…

“Anakin!” Ahsoka shouted, revealing their position.

Anakin was laying in Clovis’s arms, barely conscious. His skin had turned grayish, and his arms, that he had covered the night before were covered in the suction like marks. It was so obvious right then, what had been going on at the school for the last couple of weeks.

“You! You are the one behind this all!” Obi-Wan exclaimed then. Clovis just laughed.

“Indeed, and I couldn’t resist getting a taste of Anakin. He’s just so powerful, so casual with his powers. Simply delicious.”

Ahsoka snarled, her hand already preparing her watch. “You’re such a creep.”

If anything, this only made Clovis laugh harder. Behind him, the previous victims shifted slowly towards them. “Don’t blame me, I need the energy to live.”

Finally, he let Anakin go and he fell to the floor with an ugly noise. Ahsoka turned into her Aerophibian and shot a laser at Clovis, but was easily rebuffed.. Clovis’s counterattack threw her hard onto the floor, the transformation breaking.

Obi-Wan’s turn. He kneeled down and absorbed the concrete of the floor before sprinting towards Clovis, but couldn’t get close as the next shot of yellow power hit him straight. He covered his face with his arms, but felt as the layer of concrete fell apart and soon, he was landing next to Ahsoka.

“Seems like I’ll have to get rid of you before you go tattling to the university authorities.” Clovis drawled, as if he weren’t talking about killing them.

He took two steps forward and charged again, but just when he was about to shoot, Anakin’s weak hand grabbed his wrist.

“What are you doing?” He cursed, as Anakin took the hit directly, his eyes glowing menacingly as he absorbed the hit. “Let go right now!” His skin began returning to its golden colour just as Clovis’s went grey. As the attack lost its power, so did Clovis, hair losing its healthy volume, lips dry and sucked in. Anakin, on the other hand, only got stronger as his energy returned to his body, and he only let go when he was done. Just before turning towards Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, he said “get him, girls”.

He didn’t turn to see as Clovis’s victims turned on him, hungry for their own energy. He ignored the pained screams of Clovis as they stole what little energy he still had left.

—

Only hours later they finally were done with the clean up and driving back home. The recovered victims, healthy once again, were guided to the infirmary to spend the night under supervision. Clovis was put into power-repressing cuffs and handed to the actual official from the plumbers that had shown up once they had contacted them.

Anakin had been quiet, staring out of the window as they left Ahsoka home, watching as she knocked on the door and was received by her uncle.

“Can I drive you home?” Obi-Wan asked, hoping Anakin would look at him.

And he did. There was no smile on his face, but he didn’t look angry or sad, just tired. “Yes, please.”

A couple of blocks on their way, Anakin quietly feigned a cough, and Obi-Wan turned his head slightly, indicating that he was listening to him. “I’m sorry about what I said the other night.” Anakin whispered.

He fell quiet after that, and Obi-Wan thought that would be the end of it. He had even opened his mouth to answer Anakin. But then Anakin spoke again. “By the way, nothing happened. I know I went out with him but I wasn’t really serious about it.”

Obi-Wan closed his mouth, not sure what to say. Anakin took it as an opportunity to go on. “I would have left earlier if he hadn’t asked for help, but I guess in the end it was good he did.”

“Anakin, you should not explain yourself to me.”

Anakin chuckled, but it was a hollow laugh. “Yes, I do. Because I told you I wasn’t committed to anyone. But that was a lie.”

He didn’t add anything else, but he put his hand over Obi-Wan’s on the gear shift and sent him a shy smile.

They didn’t say anything else the rest of the way, even as they reached Anakin’s house and he got out of the car.

Obi-Wan watched him walk towards the door. Anakin opened it and turned the lights on. Just before closing the door, he sent Obi-Wan a look and gave him a small wave. Obi-Wan smiled at him before pulling away from the sidewalk and going home.

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ruiniel · 1 year

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Hey ma', one of the first fics I wrote and completed was a self-indulgent reverse-isekai on Glorfindel-falling-into-Earth with a twist and he rode a motorcycle and his nickname was Hair (no one else knew that ok). No regrets to this day

First meeting (x OFC)

Ilva was staring into her drink, her chin resting in her palm.

"Oh sweet Jesus, you're depressing," Myra rolled her eyes.

The young woman sighed. "Thanks. Sorry, I warned you."

Myra left abruptly only to return, two tequila shots in each hand. "We need to drown that frown. Drink up me hearties."

"Oh, no, no-no-no. I've had enough of that stuff for tonight."

Myra grabbed her shoulder, leaning in. "Look, why don't you just shut up, gobble these up like a good little girl, and go over to that painfully hot blond dude at the bar who's been staring at you for the past hour."

"Huh?" she made to look.

"Eyes on me. Don't be so obvious, this isn't high school. Now, a good shagging after a painful break up might not make you forget everything, but it sure doesn't hurt."

"Your wisdom knows no bounds," Ilva muttered, glancing towards the bar. She had to willingly smother the jolt of surprise and strange pulsing warmth that soared in her belly when she saw the same guy she stumbled into earlier, the one that locked her to the spot with his freakishly light-colored eyes. He was definitely not staring at her. Elbows propped against the bar casually, lit cigarette in one hand, he was checking something on his phone. His wavy hair flowed past his shoulders, perfect light eyebrows slightly frowned in concentration. He took another puff of his cigarette.

He still wore that zipped down biker jacket revealing a chest clothed in a grey banded collar shirt, unbuttoned just below the collarbone. Waist cinched with a silver-buckled belt over black jeans, hugging strong hips and long, now casually crossed legs booted in heavy stompers.

A double take. Oh, man.

"Someone might step on your tongue if you don't roll it back in," her friend said with a satisfied grin. "Now. Go. To. Him. If you behave I might have some goodies for you to help you loosen up later," she finished with a wink. Knowing Myra, that could only mean something illegal.

Maybe it was the Long Island Iced Tea she just finished. Maybe not. "Give me a cigarette from your pack." She didn't smoke, but somehow Ilvana felt it would help. She hadn't picked up or hit on anything with a pulse in over six years. Despite the alcohol loosening her inhibitions, Ilva still felt like another crutch was needed for this endeavor.

Her friend smiled deviously, that red-lipped grin causing Ilva to frown. Her bracelets clinked and clanked as Myra made a subtly euphoric gesture with her hands. "At a girl. Make sure you lose him if he's weird. Otherwise, enjoy," she eyed Ilvana meaningfully.

Sighing, Ilva downed the tequila too. Blonds had never really been her type. Mark was a blond. Ugh. Not the image she wanted right now. But still, he was... so...

Ilva struggled for the right word as she closed in on the bar, nonchalantly, she thought, draping herself onto the barstool to the left of Blond Biker Model, balancing the cigarette between slender fingers for a few moments before placing it between her lips. From the corner of her eye, she saw him slowly turn around to face the bar.

The flame of a silver Zippo flashed before her eyes. Ilva lit the cigarette, drawing in the smoke before the lighter disappeared with a metallic clank.

"Thanks," she exhaled, turning to look at his profile. Even in the dim lights of the establishment, she could make out the sheer golden tone of his hair. Hell, giving me the jelly dabs, this one. I guess asking him about what conditioner he uses wouldn't be the best pick up line.

"You're welcome," the blond drew from his own cig, though his vision never strayed her way.

Staring at me for the past hour... my ass. Oh well, long as I'm here... "One Long Island Iced Tea over here, please. And a bottle of water." Very adult move of you, Ilva. Keeping hydrated. Good job. Shoulder pat.

"Make it on me," the blond suddenly spoke up as the bartender was preparing the drink.

"Oh that's really not necessary—" she turned to the stranger.

He finally met her stare, the most arrogant, lopsided grin Ilvana had ever seen blooming on angular, youthful features. "Isn't that why you're here?" he followed, dripping smugness that could drown the Titanic.

What the fuck. Was there some prickfest in town? Because they all seemed to levitate around her.

Deciding to abort and that this was a terrible idea Ilvana turned to the bartender, hastily taking out her wallet. "You know what, I'll take it."

She had just placed the sum onto the bar when his hand reached and slid the money back towards her.

"I have a tab open. Stay," the stranger said, his tone slightly changed from before. And what was that accent? It wasn't quite British, definitely not American. She should just go. She was already deflated with how this started, and not a little disgruntled with this guy's attitude. Aaron was smug too.

She hated it. Ilvana hated arrogance to her core, in everyone regardless of who they were. But then she looked to where Myra and her pick up were, now dancing a slow rock ballad, hands on each other. The joint was slowly emptying of people, regaining some breathing space.

Blond Biker was still standing facing the bar leaning on his elbows, head in his drink.

So, I'm staying. Say something? Or you want me to say something?

He raised his head and gazed at her then, a funny knowing look in his eyes. A strange half-smile pulled at one corner of his lips.

Is that a dimple. Ok, that's one creepy pair of eyes. Are they, though? Not creepy, but unnerving. Yes, that's the word.

He looked back into his glass, the smile fading.

How do I do this? Girl starts it up. Fine.

"I'm Ilvana," she offered him her hand in the casual universal 'nice to meet you' gesture. Just like in girl scout camp. Doing great, Day.

Blond Biker lifted his head from his drink again, looking her over strangely for a moment. "Why yes you are," she heard.

Ilvana gaped at him quizzically, an eyebrow raised in question. What was up with this guy?

Those deliriously bright eyes narrowed on her, the smirk still present as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He held the smoke in for a few moments before carelessly blowing it right. Into. Her face.

Charming.

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scoutdoesstuff · 2 years

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back to august posting :). here's my ficlet for august 27th! we're back with the mechanic au. this one features a little bit of an unspoken time jump between what happened in the last ficlet and this one, so keep that in mind.

also a trigger warning for this one -- conversion therapy is discussed pretty frankly in this one towards the end, so please read with caution.

as always an explanation and past posts are located here.

today's flavor is peach serenity.

Castiel brings Dean a peach pie on their next date.

They’d been limited to just texting and phone calls the past few weeks. Castiel hadn’t been able to get away during the week. Then half of Bobby’s staff had been taken down like weak gazelles with the flu, leaving Dean working double shifts to help his sort of uncle keep the doors open. The lack of physical proximity had been difficult, for both of them. Dean is an incredibly tactile creature and Castiel found himself increasingly craving the other man’s touch.

Wanting and being wanted in return, without the need for absolute secrecy or mind games, was a new thing for Castiel. He was doing his best to adjust.

So Castiel brings Dean a peach pie the morning before they’re set to go out on a hike, partly as an apology for being unable to see the other man for so long and partly because Dean had waxed poetic about Ellen’s seasonal pies the last time they had talked. Dean greets him at the door with a kiss and a happy smile, so Castiel thinks he read the tea leaves right.

“Let me put this on the counter and then we’ll head out,” Dean says, waving Castiel inside.

“I thought we could take part of it on the road with us,” Castiel says.

“Are you bribing me with pie to go on a hike?” Dean calls from the kitchen.

“Maybe,” Castiel says. “Maybe I want to try some for myself.” It had looked delicious when Jo had pulled it out from behind the display case. Castiel gets the feeling that he only managed to grab one because he wandered into the Roadhouse so early.

Castiel waves to Sam while Dean putters around in the kitchen. He gets a half wave back from Sam who seems to be enraptured by something on his laptop.

“Anything interesting?” Castiel asks, then winces at his own obviousness. At this point in his life, you’d think he knew how to make small talk.

Sam’s head snaps up, face guilty. “Sorry, Cas. Just watching the news.”

“No, I apologize for bothering you,” Castiel says. Still. “Anything of note happened lately?”

“You talk like a ninety year old professor,” Dean teases from the kitchen.

“I’m cultured,” Castiel calls back to hear Dean’s answering laugh.

“The senator up for re-election might get primaried,” Sam says, loud enough to be heard over the both of them.

Castiel’s head snaps around to look at Sam.

He hears Dean laugh in the kitchen again, derisive this time instead of warm. “Fucking doubt it. Dude’s untouchable as they come.”

Why does Dean talk like he knows Michael?

“I don’t know about that,” Sam says, more than a little smug that he knows something juicy his brother doesn’t. “He just got cornered at the most recent debate. Bella Talbot got some kind of major scoop. Apparently one of his brother’s was sent to a conversion camp four years in a row.”

Castiel’s hearing begins to fade on him. He feels his heart rate pickup and his hands begin to shake. He wants to run but he doesn’t think his legs can support him. He should be behaving normally, but he doesn’t know how.

Sam keeps talking. “Dude actually fucking denied it on stage. He kept talking about how it was a — get this — a health camp that their mother sent him to get help with his asthma.”

Dean’s wandered out from the kitchen, their lunch packed in a vintage green cooler that looks like it’s as old as Dean’s car. Castiel can’t breathe. There are spots in his vision.

“And they bought it?”

“Fuck no,” Sam says, snickering. “The camp was called God’s Way. Of course no one fucking bought it but he kept repeating it anyway.”

“Jesus and I thought our family unit was fucked up,” Dean says. Sam snorts and goes back to whatever he’s scrolling — twitter or maybe CNN. “Sorry for the grim interlude, Cas. You ready to go?”

Castiel tries to get himself under control — he’s good at this, he’s been pretending for years — but nothing seems to be working. He can’t take his eyes off of Sam. Suddenly, Dean’s in front of him, blocking his view of Sam. Castiel can only helplessly look in Dean’s eyes. “Hey, Cas, you ok?”

Castiel still can’t answer.

Dean misreads his silence as offense. “Fuck, sorry, Cas. We shouldn’t have been so fucking breezy about it —“

Sam says, “Oh my god,” behind them, cutting Dean off. He found Castiel’s name, then. Dean turns around to look at his brother. Sam’s face is white and he’s starting at Castiel. Sam definitely knows.

“Cas,” Sam breathes, standing up to slowly approach Castiel. Please don’t touch me, Castiel wants to say. I don’t think I could bear it right now. Dean’s the only one who could touch him right and even then that’s a maybe.

“Sammy, what the fuck?” Dean says, voice going angry and commanding from fear. His right hand grips Castiel’s arm. Castiel leans into the contact, wonders if Dean can keep him upright.

“The brother,” Sam says, shell shocked.

“Sammy, spit it the fuck out!” Dean shouts.

“The brother’s name was Castiel,” Sam says, slow and deliberate.

“What the fuck —“ Dean starts and then stops. Castiel watches as it hits home, as Dean figures out who Castiel is and what his family did to him. He waits for the inevitable explosion, the accusations, the why didn’t you tell me, the wow you’re fucking loaded, the holy shit your family’s fucked up. It doesn’t come though.

Dean’s eyes dart and back and forth for a minute, not meeting Castiel’s eyes. Castiel stares at Dean’s profile. He lets himself admit that he doesn’t want Dean to throw him out but resigns himself to that likely happening.

“Sweetheart,” Dean says, drawing Castiel’s attention. Dean’s cupping Castiel’s shoulders in his hands. Castiel doesn’t remember him doing that. The cooler’s gone, put somewhere else. Castiel can’t see much of the apartment besides Dean and Sam hovering anxiously over Dean’s shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” Dean says again. Castiel forces his eyes to meet Dean’s. Dean cups his face and wipes away tears that Castiel didn’t know he was crying. “Was it you they sent away?”

Castiel means to say yes, but instead makes a noise like he’s dying.

It’s the last thing he remembers for awhile.

#spn #my fics #tea prompts #cas got a grim backstory in this one #naomi's absolutely lurking in the shadows here #i promise i'm getting there with these lol #my goal was to get everything written by the end of the weekend but i might not quite make it :/

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hafkhsdahafskdfaljksjhfalafasd okay so i got. the whole. 'you're one of the good ones' thing from one of my managers at work about the whole. you know. not making the cis people too uncomfortable about my pronouns thing and. like. oof.

there's the 'thanks i hate it' of it all. but also. i thought i was kinda on the 'no more nice good little respectable trans ambassador' program after a previous situation. so it's like huh what that's not actually what i was going for. but also i mean it's not like i'm actually looking to put myself into a situation at work if i can help it? and i feel weird and conflicted because there is a little bit of it that is actually a little vindicating to get this kind of feedback that shows [ex mentor figure] as pretty unreasonable in comparison. like I knew she was being unreasonable but like this is a pretty traditional corporate retail kinda environment and the powers that be are like. doing their best to be supportive about stuff they're unfamiliar with. and then there's the feeling weird about feeling a little vindicated. and then there's just the feeling weird bc oh shit fuck c'mon i didn't ask to be the standard you're gonna hold your future trans employees to. fuck's sake i'm a recovering people-pleaser with an overdeveloped sense of impulse control and six bad jokes in rainbow shoelaces.

and yeah corporations aren't your friend and your boss isn't your friend yadda yadda and also like. generally speaking i get on fine with my managers as human people who mean well and this one was definitely going for 'trying to convey positive feedback' and walked right into it. so i'm trying to be like. 'well everyone has their own deal and some folks have things a lot harder than I do and it's tough to find a balance' and 'yeah no obviously most everyone here has been well-meaning and i'm not looking to give anyone a hard time' and 'i'm glad you guys recognize what i contribute and that i can rely on you if i need to'. aaand i think i tried to convey something to the effect of 'people have really weird perceptions about the whole Being Offended thing' that didn't really seem to register and i was really not prepared to go into the 'no we are definitely still way more scared of you than you are of us.' because. you know. as it turns out we are in fact more scared of our cisgender corporate environments than they are of us. and you're my boss and i'm on the clock and i'm running the math on how well-behaved i am in your presence at all times.

and i'm not gonna say 'hey ouch that's not the compliment you think it is.' and i'm not gonna say 'yeah you don't know how much math i'm doing every time I get misgendered and the cpu background programs it takes to figure out whether and how to address a situation' and 'thanks i've spent a year probably doing way more than this place deserves because what happens if There's a Situation and i don't have the social capital of being Hard Worker and Plays Well With Others and Not A Snowflake' and 'this conversation is taking an entire spoon right now can I go put up this price tag i was printing out'

I think I said something about how it's only going to get funnier every time someone tries to she/her me as my funny little beard grows in. WHICH BY THE WAY the past couple of months i have had to do so much less math. or a very different and much funnier kind of math. nothing makes me feel more like '5 creachers in the proverbial trenchcoat with a top hat and fake mustache who are Getting Away With Something' than getting bro-talked by a dude who read me as a dude. absolutely wild. how do you do fellow dudes.

idk the point i think really is the background numbers. and the fuckinh arbitraryness of it all. like there's never really going to be able to calibrate for who's going to be Chill About Your Deal and who's going to take the slightest reminder of your existence as an inconvenience and who's just going to roll with the kind of default assumptions that you've forgotten how to fathom. and most of the time it's the awkward and well-meaning people who are just gonna be there. and kind of exhausting.

#where the fuck are my gender tags #heck is empty #work tag

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alkahero72 · 9 months

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My Honest Thoughts on AHS Asylum

It's shit, the whole thing is shit. First of all, too many subplots. way too many, the nazi, Kit and his girls, the aliens, Bloodyface, Judy, etc there's just so much and to be honest it gets really convoluted and jumbles up, Kit having 2 wives felt really pointless because what we were shown of his character up until that point he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to just bang another chick after his wife got sent to the fucking shadow realm. I also don't like Grace very much. I think she should have died when she was shown and shouldn't have randomly come back, i also have no fucking clue how she came back that string of scenes was sooo confusing i had no clue what was happening. When Kit came home to Alma he should have broken up with Grace, because why wouldn't he? Yeah i understand him letting her stay there as a friend but as a family with 3 parents? Nuh uh just feels pointless to me, in my honest opinion Grace didn't really need to be a character at all. Nazi guy, now i forgot his name cuz he's annoying as fuck but nothing came out of him being a nazi. It really didn't do anything to the plot??? It just confirmed that he was indeed the big bad when we kinda knew that already... Ok, Judy, I actually think this storyline is perfectly okay and it ties well with the main storyline of the story which is Lana and bloodyface so there isn't really anything to say about this one. No hate to Jessica Lange, she's a fantastic actor and this isn't necessarily in her control, but i feel that all her AHS character's, are the same character, they all sort of behave and act the same, excluding Constance. For one, they're all alcoholics/ used to be (Judy) and they all act extremely troubled, an old blonde woman with a dark and tragic past, this is most commonly reflected through Fiona. Now, the alien plot, again, it didn't turn into anything, there was no explanation of the events and it led to a dead end, i don't think aliens and an asylum were a good mix, because they never built upon it, it was shown as such an important plot at the beginning but then faded, and after everyone escaped Briarcliff it wasn't really brought up anymore. Onto bloodyface and Lana, while this is the main storyline there are many flaws. Lana having bloodyface's child was completely pointless, i think it was just an excuse to add more plot to the last few episodes, plus the SA scene of BF and Lana felt completely unwarranted, which ties into my next point, Shock Value. This season is just horror porn, it tries to show a lot of heavy topics such as the nazi's and the medical abuse of homosexuals. But it doesn't really do them well, the nazi subplot served no purpose and was just a huge nothing burger, along with the weird Anne Frank thing, all it did was reinforce doctor dude as a bad character, which we already knew. They are trying to shock the audience like "hey look at us our show is so dark and spooky and horror" when its just sensitive topics jumbled into one convoluted string of meaningless storylines. On a lighter note, i really enjoyed the Sister Mary Eunice plot, it tied in well with the Lana main plot with the further corruption of Briarcliff and i really think those two plots were the backbone of this season and worked well together. This brings me to my last point, the earlier seasons suffer from being too long. way. too. long. In Murder House, i just didn't know when it was gonna end, there were multiple scenes near the end of the season that i felt could have wrapped up into a nice conclusion, but it just kept going. The number and duration of episodes of season 1,2 and 4 are way longer than they needed to be. However Coven works perfectly well. I feel that Coven was an extreme improvement and i feel that the writers may have noticed the many flaws that came out of 1 and 2, but most prominently 2. Freak show is still kind of a dip down though, but it still is a vast improvement from 1 and 2. There is also just one last issue that i have to talk about, Lana. Her sudden switch-up at the end of the season really didn't make any sense to me.

#american horror story #ahs asylum

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glowyjellyfish · 1 year

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OUAT Rewatch Report Part 6: Tallahassee and Child of the Moon, and Heart of Stone and Who’s Alice

I’m past the initial excited rush of starting a rewatch project, so I’m slowing down a bit. But I want to post the next set of notes before proceeding to the next few episodes, and I REALLY want to at least finish OUATW and s2, perhaps going as far as the whole Neverland arc. So here we go.

1. I’ve watched OUATW more recently, and also analyzed it TO DEATH in times past, so I generally seem to have less to say about it. Especially as it is pretty tightly written and doesn’t leave a lot of unanswered questions other than stuff that relates to regular OUAT. I love the tragedy of Will and Ana’s past as much as the pain and heartbreak, and also adore seeing tiny baby Millie Bobby Brown having way too much fun playing a creepy child Alice. And it took very good actors to really sell the moderately bad CG Rabbit as a character, and they really nailed it. Hot Jafar still managed to be hot and menacing while yelling “RABBIT!”, excellent job

2. NEAL. He doesn’t come off great here, all scruffy and barely getting by, but I’m glad he gets his shit together over the next ten years. And I mean, he doesn’t exist as a person in this world; there are no records or paper trails he’d need for things like drivers’ license and jobs. Obviously he managed to obtain these things to some degree, but considering that he started as a lost teen who grew up in a medieval fantasy world and then spent probably decades surviving Neverland, he’s doing remarkably well. And I like to infer from wanting to keep the dream catcher that he has all kinds of nightmares from his past. Also, no wonder he and Emma connected so well, they are the king and queen of abandonment issues; not that he would have ever told her much about it other than maybe “my mom left when I was a kid, and my dad left me a few years later”.

3. August, my dude, what are you doing. Talk about not coming off well. I mean, it’s ten years ago roughly, so it’s nice that in the present day he’s all “I fucked up I gotta fix this” but I don’t recall him trying to make up for stealing $20,000 that was meant for Emma. Anyway, I don’t think this was ever stated, but… he got instructions to break Emma and Neal up from Blue, didn’t he? It’s the only thing that really makes sense; how the hell would August know that being with Neal might take Emma away from her destiny, or who Neal was? This idea requires him to drop by Storybrooke once in a while and not be noticed by Regina, but that’s not impossible and he did claim to have been there before. And it also requires that Blue magically retained her memory, but that’s also quite plausible. She’s powerful and magic, she had the fairies making mysterious preparations as the curse was coming in, August went to her for advice or something before the curse broke, and we really didn’t get enough of her under the curse to say for certain whether she knew. And she’s also the only source for Rumple knowledge that makes any sense; August may have been able to coerce Neal with knowledge of his identity, but there’s no way in hell Neal would have given him a picture of the dagger, and although August is a lying liar who lies, he did say a little fairy told him about the dagger. (Well… he’s sort of a lying liar. Like I said before, I am pretty sure most of the time he just twists things around and talks very carefully so he never literally lies, he’s just lying in spirit) In my memory, the show never confirms or denies this, but I forgot a lot so we’ll see.

4. I would like Hook to stop hitting on Emma and waving his dick around; when he talks like that to her it upsets me that they end up together. Other than that, he’s fine. He’s clearly smart enough to use sincerity to gain Emma’s trust, and to deduce a lot about her from her behavior. And he also behaves like a dumbass sometimes, and I’m not sure right now whether that is him hamming up his Crude Pirate persona or what. I think he was being sincere most of the time so far, up to and including the part where he admits to being willing to help whoever will get him where he wants to go, obviously because he deduced that lying to Emma does not work.

5. (And now I am thinking about how August tended to be precisely truthful without being honest when talking to her, and then I wondered if she got her lie detection power because they shared the wardrobe or something. I don’t think it’s ever explained beyond maybe “she’s magic”, so it makes as much sense as anything to me.)

6. I have made it quite clear that I do not like the love triangle between Neal, Emma, and Hook, but I don’t believe they had planned to do that yet. It’s still kinda fascinating the parallels and comparisons they invite with this episode. Especially considering the weirdass things this show does, like Hook hooks up with both Neal’s mom and Neal’s ex, finds true love both times, and… everybody’s okay with this? And Hook attempted to raise Neal, and is currently trying to murder his father? (Part of me is just like. Well maybe Hook should stop beating around the bush and just go make out with Neal! …but no, pretty sure that’s the one thing that would be a step too far). OUAT you are so weird. Anyway. I think it’s interesting that Neal and Emma’s story was used to show why she wouldn’t trust Hook, and also why she was sympathetic towards the abandoned and frightened giant.

7. Another interesting parallel from the Obviously Wrong Viewing Order: two episodes about the heroine’s backstory in a row. Were they following an Ideal Storytelling Pattern or something?

8. I really like the character development Charming has been getting this season. I think it was a good move to separate him from Snow without just doing more relationship melodrama. I like how he’s shown using skills from being a shepherd to much greater effect than anything he knows about being a prince.

9. There’s a heavy theme of Parents in this season so far, and I haven’t quite figured out the best way to discuss and analyze that, but I have noticed it and it’s very interesting. We’ve had stories with Belle’s father, Charming’s adoptive not-father, Ruby’s mother, and Regina’s mother, as well as stories about Regina not wanting to be like her mother, and Emma and her mother figuring out how to connect and protect one another. I know there’s more, I’ll keep my eyes open. (Of course, OUATW is also packed with stories about everybody’s parents; it might be less a seasonal theme and more a whole show theme)

10. It’s interesting that Whale and Ruby got entire arcs in this season. Not to link them together gratuitously, but if memory serves they both conclude their arcs in the same episode (the next Victor one), and then they’re pushed aside a bit in favor of Neverland before gradually being mostly dropped. I just think there was fair reason to think they might have been important and connected, and wish I knew what the original plan was. They definitely got favored over most of the other minor characters, at least so far.

11. love Ruby basically being Charming’s right hand woman, as well as her quick friendship with Belle

Today I made a special effort to find a gif for each OUATW episode so far, all because I wanted to showcase the most apt one there ever was. Again it makes me wish I had the wherewithal to do full liveblogs with silly gifs accompanying, but that would be too much effort for me.

#ouat

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Part 3

they came after me for no reason I can play the same chess boo kitty;) but with actual truth! you keep talking smack about me lovo I got the receipt to keep lying all u want but screenshots dont lie about who u are. This way twitch got the perfect point of view on what u been doing and u delete your hateful conduct and keep falsely reporting me cuz u trying to use twitch to silence me. I been around Twitch since Justin's tv before they brand to twitch. There big nono u talking in a bad manner about someone that done u no wrong. U report me keep going ahead twitch will want see proof and they will see all this and they will see who is the bad person. Me speaking and addressing my side ain't a crime ;) You stalking me over badgalshay everyday

i know you be reading this lovo!!!

it's pretty interesting how your following time frame adds up u start following these people 1. badgalshay girl I have been supporting and is in D10 cuz I am in D10 u following here on 22 October right after we stop talking. and u recently follow Iraq too after u talking shit about him and your own community and how pussy and weak he is in RP. You recently follow him because u know me and he had an issue 4pf u trying to bring drama to him. and u clearly stalking me watch people that I watch. kinda weird ngl. how all these time dates and time ads up. GET off my dick dude. move on I said my peace. Are you trying something I doubt badgalyshay will be happy with you sorry ass? She dont stand up when another streamer talks bad about another streamer that is smaller. she has said in past screenshots and proofs will only have her ban that person from going around talking. Badgalshay is my girl. i knew her way back before she start RP. She has been through a lot with weirdos like yourself. She witnesses all these screenshots no woman will stand for that bullshit. So good luck trying to bring that shit to her community. Instant perm ban.......

i mean u cant make this bullshit up bruh.. 22october our last talk was 19 October. 3 days after and during those 3 days he been talking shit.

and he recently follow Iraq after all his talk about him saying he is weird. cuz Iraq recently join D10 WL. and he knows I am in both D10 cities. same with fanum. maybe not Iraq but this fanum owner I mean come on. the fact he keeps taps and stalks. to city, he not even at all. hell sus. I dont know what his games are. This guy heck weird. You might think u get away with all this in the new district cuz u are friends with admins over there. IN D10 your OOC shit and behavior u catch the fly out. i mean if u not in the city Why would be following them when u that was right after our talk and u found out cuz u got spies like payyobills as well follow u saw that I spoke to badgalshay that if Iraq in D10 still Iraq what he did he dont bring OOC shit to IRL or streamer all that shit went between us is forgotten idk what u trying over here.

The only unwell here is these people. If a person was in their right mind they wouldn't behave like this. GREG is around 50 or 40 and he acts like this btw. Let that sink in btw. he is fucking old man btw. surround himself around children same with lovo. let that sink in readers.

This panda btw after I open up with depression said I am unstable. bruh u the unstable if u lost some weight and people stop enabling you and you are insecurity u mad cuz I reject you. I got glass I dont go live and talk about another streamer ON life where multi-views can see. and makeup lies. That is a big difference. I am a pretty stable person who comes from an amazing family that actually cares about me. If I was hammered or if get sick my family are there right away. Seems to me yah got some daddy or mommy issues. fact lovo's mom was there but didn't give a damn enough to help his son. That is more unstable. If I was in trouble my family will be there in a heartbeat. I am pretty blessed it just me put boundaries with my own family but if call one of them. They will be there ;) am a pretty well person trust me. So yah looking at your own reflection. my Persian ass is super blessed ;) something yah will never in life have. i got friends around me and connections I made over twitch people know me longer know who I am as a person. They know my heart and my intentions pretty well. All the support and love I showed have been from the bottom of my heart cuz I am full of love. Good luck with your success on twitch behave like that. There are a lot of people who know me on twitch. The fact each time I drop by they scream my name cheerful. cuz i dont use people to get ahead. i am there as support and they love me for it. I am not like you guys. This respond. he said bringing him into it. U been on his dick on his business before i meet love. Stop lying lovo even told me on our video chat cuz he knew it came from u. He said it was a panda was it not cuz i told him something. He knows it u always in his fucking business when comes to a female he speaks to. u did with Lola and god knows how many more. watch him delete that vods too btw. cuz he is that coward like bruh and weirdo. You very bitch like is that what u said huh.

where he unfollow me and took 3 days after he follow badgalshay. YUp

sorry for bad quality. This my advice from one of his mods where is that me saying bad things. then my heart was in right place to try to help his drunk ass for people that were closer. cuz she said on VC in discord she said she wish she had his phone number so she could call him if his PC die out or he head out to do something stupid she could reach him. So said to try to get his number I only ask for an update cuz she said she talk to him and update me.

This is what she told when i am grilling her about her forcing her send DMS. U can see in black in white I never did she did that on her own. didn't expect a screenshot I thought she just going type it honesty. he didn't find that weird fact she screenshot that and send to me when I send that to him but god what she told about to him he believe that. cuz clearly, these girls send nude over to keep guy temporarily. kinda sad. this girl is chubby nice way say the felt threaten and instigated a lot. check her last message to me. she tell me to stay away from him. i cant make this shit up bruh. She heck weirdo. Anyone comes to cross with her in rp do not rp with her. She takes rp to seriously. She wants to marry u readers. i bet she down for erp just keep a guy. if u want refill yourself on ERp with girl she will be down. if u want a temporary weird chick be down do that shit. Go ahead ;)

she tells me to stay away from him. Weirdge ngl. and look at her went he told me what she has told him. what she said to me...

the instigating is crazy bruh. if it's not her business then why u on our dicks u interfering and u going around stalking? the fact she says she is at work still got so much time is going around talking about me like crazy. U got so much time on your hands. Why not put your nose where it belongs and focus on those patients, I feel sorry for them and put them under your hand.s She is that ugly duck jealous of the swan ngl she gives me that vibe. If this girl put her energy more into her personality and her own issue with insecurity she would improve that shit bruh. This girl got an issue. she did the same shit with rocky. Just ask him if u want. He told me what she did in the other city brought ooc (out of character) shit from city to city. and follow rocky over to new district. This petty shit going to stop. So readers. This me put all my cards on the table. not clip and cut anything. all these messages I post about me and lovo now been deleted.

if yah want I can post that show what dm looks like today. just show he is that type of bitch trying to hide the stuff that he said to me. shows who he is and what these people are like. I mean if u got nothing to hide why delete right? I lost everything. This is me, I told yah in part 1 I will not hold anything back. I am like this in person too irl. I am pretty forward and brutally honest. That is what people know me for. I am savage like that. I am that person if heard toxic vc in a video game I respond back. I am not a snowflake go over twitter and cry about it. i am toxic back and respond back to that sexist comment I get. and that's why people I make connection streamers love me for it. cuz how cool I am like that. i just call them bitch back and toss back banter back. like, ask mawntra on twitch. I and he had a pretty good time on cod warzone I stop playing warzone cuz he stopped. That bitch has been to delete all the vods that he talked about me but I got a screenshot.

This vod now been deleted and there are so many more vods he occasionally talks about me in a bad way. and lied and said these things yah saw the screenshots of all of that he said that to me. and he did say anything like what has been said on the DMS. He is just so weird. there are more now that are deleted btw. cuz he is a coward bitch!! let it all sink in. and all the lies he is telling yah readers and people that he told. This all in black and white and people are around saying bullshit. that is our dms. Now I know why Lola choose to stay away. just him going lying through his teeth that he said nothing. the reality he said shit about her and her community said stuff. i mean just think for yah self how to suppose I know who Lola is. unless someone said something huh.

The fact this person lovo, in a drunk moment shout out to his own community how everyone is so fake around him he cant trust no bitches cuz they are a snake. only when he is drunk he is encouraged to be honest with himself and his own community. The fact he got no boundaries set to his own community is so weird. Viewers just follow for a short of time like payyobills got modded and another mod like Roxy revoke his mod on discord and said he shouldn't have mod cuz he was a weirdo and not good for lovo. The whole community around them smack-talking each other. i witness it on a discord group call. unstable community. I get dragged into their stupid petty drama all cuz lovo was flirting with me and was talking to me more than them. and some tickle their tiny pp or pussy they went around like petty childish behavior. I have done nothing to any of them or lovo. This guy needs an AA meeting ngl. and needs to think long hard and so soul-searching about what the hell he is doing and hurting people that has done nothing to him. This guy is narcissistic. This is the result of a drinking problem this result of that u get this behavior. Kids dont do drugs this what u will turn out. this behavior u will find and he check them all.

Seek help, please if any of u struggle with alcohol! never wrong in seeking professional help. Dont be this guy!!

This is as far I found lovely. sorry for the bad vibe as my first post. This was my October I will address more about that guy on trovo more receipt hell yeah. So u better behave around me cuz I do not delete shit bad or good. This protection of my own. people be snakes cuz they twist words. something I learn many years ago and just police officer advice. Your greats weapon is proof showing otherwise. They can talk all bullshit and lies about u but proof never lies. I will not bring any of this on stream because I am not the type to stream bring and talk about some else streamer on life were a lot of viewers going gain upon that person. It's better to post proof on my blog so people can read for themself. then I ruin my streamer work and talk about someone else. On-stream is all about gaming and content I am not the type of content streamer who use drama to get ahead. This blog will change over time like themes and songs. I am still figuring out when it comes to coding. the guy helping me is a huge doll and he is super busy working on a server but Discord and a blog song playlist will come. i will put those songs into a playlist auto-play so while reading yah can enjoy the music in the background.

Remember that lovely DO not allow anyone to tell you otherwise the BEST weapon u got is your rights and your voice. Don't allow anyone to silence you!!

Update -11/24/22 l

this is what he now his dm looks like had to unblock his ass I don't know why he still got access to delete shit even though we ain't friends and I have blocked him on discord. If u compare the original screenshot and today u can see he has deleted some of the messages he sends me. He is very bitch like ngl and lies this him doing it so he can deny it. But he can't his sorry ass thinks I am dumb and didn't screenshot it all before he delete things. HE fucking a liar and his deleting his lies proof my point.

Click the individual photos to have a bigger size look view. This guy is a pathologic liar!! the fact he reacts to my photo and shit right after he removes me. This guy ain't to be trusted so ladies stay away he fucking a pathologic liar for your own good to stay away if you don't want to experience the same shit. he has done this to another female as well in the past lying cuz his feeling got hurt cuz he lost her and she aint friends with him. But if you're into that type of guy who goes around lying about u and deletes his wrongdoing and shit. You do u boo boo kitty u do you. but don't come after saying I didn't warn yah.

#times up #womens rights #haters

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Okay, but why the heck do people think that Izu would be a sub!????? Like dude!???? If anything, I can guarantee you that he can and WILL Detroit smash your pussy. And I BET that he has fucking many kinks and just imagining the riding his thigh is gjghjftujkouhmll mmmmmmmmmmm like gimme moreeeee, and I think he is a big TEASE like he will tease you until you are a mess and only then when you are whispering for him, is when he will touch you and also, he would knowingly go as slow as he can to tease you, like no getting faster and slowly thrusting in and out.

AHHH YES! Anon, I whole-heartedly agree with you. I’m convinced that sweet, innocent ‘Zuku is actually a fucking terror in bed & that’s a hill that I’ll die on 💚

NSFW, Minors DNI

A Break

Pairing: Izuku x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni, orgasm control, teasing, bdsm dynamics, thigh-riding, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

“Hey, baby,” Izuku smiled as you breezed through the door to his office. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I remembered you said that you’d have to stay late tonight,” you strolled up beside him at his desk, where he was hunched over various files and loose sheets of paper, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So I just thought that maybe I’d come and join you for dinner here. Figured we could order something in and you could take a little break.” You leaned down, kissing him sweetly. “You look pretty exhausted, hon.”

He sighed, leaning back in his office chair as he looked you over with a tired smile, “I am, a little bit.” He swiveled in his chair, sitting upright and reaching out to place his large hands behind your thighs, guiding you closer to him. “A break does sounds nice..”

"For dinner," you placed your other hand on his opposite shoulder, quirking an eyebrow when his hands began to traverse up the back of your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress. "What're you hungry for?"

He chuckled, a deep and sensuous rumble in his chest that sent a shiver up your spine. His hands cupped just below your ass, suddenly yanking you toward him, throwing you off your balance until you came to rest securely on his thigh.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as he took one cheek in each hand, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards him, guiding you into grinding against his thigh, "I'm absolutely starving for a taste of you right now, baby."

"'Zuku," you sigh, taking your lip between your teeth.

"Ah, you know that's not my name, babygirl," his breath fanned over your cheek just before his lips pressed to your jawline, "but I'm willing to overlook it if you'll be a good girl and grind that pretty little pussy on me."

"Yes, Daddy," you mewled, happily doing as you were told.

You never could resist him for long and this was exactly why. The pleasure. That addictive sensation building between your thighs, spurred on by the delicious friction of your clothed cunt rocking against his flexed, muscular thigh.

He sat back and let you roll your hips to your heart's content, allowing you to chase your ultimate high while he cooed words of praise.

"Look at my good girl."

"Behaving so well for Daddy."

"You look so pretty when you're about to cum, baby."

But then came the pain. The pain of disappointment as he stilled your hips, stopping you just short of where you so desperately wanted to be. The peak that he never let you fully ascend on the first try.

You whined, tossing your head back as your fingers clenched around his shoulders.

"Something wrong, darling?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sadistic habit of his by your standards.

He knew full well what was wrong, as he always did each time you did this song and dance. One that you knew nearly every routine too, but yet it never bored you. You never grew tired of going through each motion, eagerly bounding towards the next, because for all the suffering his tortuous teasing brought you, it always brought you far more pleasure in the end.

"Need you, Daddy," you whined, running a hand over his pecs, pleading with watering eyes. "Please, wanna cum. Need to."

"Need to?" His eyebrows jumped, his smile as gentle as ever. "I don't know about that, sweetheart." He placed his hands beneath your thighs, effortlessly lifting you onto his desk, standing between your parted legs. "I'll tell you what though," you watched as he dragged a finger up your torso, between your breasts, "I do feel like making you cum on my cock tonight. So, I'll make you a deal." His finger curled under your chin, bidding you to look up at him and you could see his green eyes glinting with devious intention. "No more whining."

You frowned, but he only smirked in reply.

"No whining," he repeated, a smug smile on his face as he retracted his hand to work himself out of his hero costume, peeling it down to reveal his scarred torso.

His hardened cock sprang free as the fabric dipped below his hips, taking the boxers he wore with it as your eyes ogled the beads of precum seeping from his tip.

You had to remind yourself not to whimper as your mouth fell open, his eyes regarding you expectantly, as if he knew you were about to fail the very first trial.

"I promise, Daddy," you spread your legs further, leaning back on your elbows as he stepped closer to you. "No more.”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, your breath hitching in your throat as he leaned over you, capturing your lips and letting out a low groan as his cock rubbed against your soaking panties.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, two fingers hooking into your panties to tug them aside, allowing his throbbing tip to slip between your folds, but only barely.

You cried out, moaning as your eyes trained on his thick cock, slowly pushing into you. For a moment, you thought maybe he might actually sink all of himself inside, but he withheld.

He drew his hips back, dragging the bulbous head of his cock back along your walls as it came out of you with a sinfully wet noise.

You screwed your lips shut, closing your eyes as you willed yourself to remain quiet. To withhold the needy words piling up in your throat.

“You like that, babygirl?” Two hands skimmed along your sides, taking your dress up and over your breasts as you felt the familiar stretch between your thighs once more.

His hips thrust forward unexpectedly as his massive hands pulled down the cups of your bra to palm your breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Love it, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet as you balled your hands into fists, squirming beneath him.

He gazed down at you, one corner of his lips pitched up in a crooked grin as he raked his eyes over your exposed frame, “You can still tell me how much you want it,” he pushed in a little deeper, stopping at about the halfway point. “I just don’t wanna hear you complain about me taking my time with you. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He began thrusting at a slow, steady pace, never fully sheathing himself inside you. Slow and shallow was all that you he offered you, but it was enough to have you babbling anyway.

“F-feels so good,” you cooed, eyes locked with his as your mouth fell open, ushering moan after moan past your lips.

“You want more?” He slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer so he could hold you in his arms as his lips moved against yours, drowning out your sinful noises with his heated kiss.

“Always,” you spoke breathlessly between kisses, “Always want more of you, Daddy.”

He groaned, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. As much as he loved to draw out these moments with you, he was quickly losing his resolve.

Each gasping breath. Every contraction of your walls around the head of his dick. The way you were looking at him, so obedient despite how desperately you clearly wanted more.

He wanted to give it to you, to really give it to you.

“Oh, fuck,” you threw your head back, arms encircling his neck as the pressure in your belly began to build in earnest. “Daddy, I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

The broken sob that heaved from your chest was the last straw.

Calloused hands seized your hips, digging in to your supple skin as he finally thrust all of his length inside you.

“Did Daddy say you could cum yet?” He held himself there, fighting the feral need to impale you until you were screaming his name. The tears pricking your eyes only made it that much harder to hang on.

“No,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut, aiding a single tear in its descent over your cheek.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he wiped the tear away, cupping your face with both hands now as he pulled his hips back at a glacial pace, until he’d completely removed himself from your core.

His mouth hovered just over yours, catching every shaky breath you expelled and the moans that accompanied them. He could still feel you clenching around nothing as he rutted his length between your folds. It had him nearly fit to burst, seeing how needy you were, how badly you wanted to suck him back into you.

For a moment, he contemplated just finishing himself off there. Splattering your pretty tits with his cum and watching it drip down your torso, into that sweet cunt of yours for him to lick clean.

But instead, he tucked that idea away. He’d come back to it when he was feeling a little more patient, because all he wanted right now was to barrage your cervix until your pussy milked him dry.

In one fluid motion, he lined his cock up with your dripping hole and snapped into you, immediately setting a relentless pace.

You could feel the smirk on his lips as you cried out against them, grasping onto him for dear life as you keened louder and louder, hoping the outpouring of cries would lessen the need to come undone.

“Cum for me,” he growled, finally taking mercy as he captured your lips in a proper kiss, his hands dropping away from your face to come to rest on your lower back as he felt his release fast approaching.

He swallowed the strangled moan you let out as you finally let go, pulling away only to hear your wanton cries as tears streamed over your cheeks. Your fucked out face almost giving him a greater sense of satisfaction than the way your walls spasmed around him as he painted them white with his hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both floated back down, collecting your breath. “I needed that.”

“Mm, anytime, love,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But now you definitely owe me dinner.”

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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

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Day 66: Bond

There was a certain bond that formed between two people when all of your friends were paired off and dating someone. When the two of you were the only single people so you got paired off to share food, and be partners in games, and all other manner of things.

Harry supposed that tonight would be just one more of those nights as he arrived at Ginny and Luna's. And he wasn't complaining (not anymore, at least) it had taken a couple of years but he and Draco had warmed up to each other. They had compatible styles for partner games, Draco always gave Harry any treats with nuts and Harry gave him any treats with mint, and Harry genuinely enjoyed his dry sense of humor.

If he was being honest, he'd started looking forward to all of the time that he got to spend with Draco on Friday nights.

But things felt different the moment he entered the house, even though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He spotted Ginny first, standing against the counter, pouring a couple glasses of wine, "Hey," he called.

She looked up and bit her lip.

"What?" he asked with no small amount of dread. He knew that look; it was the look she'd given him right before she'd told him she might be gay and in love with Luna, a look that said she was afraid of breaking his heart.

Ginny opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Ginny, what?" he said, taking several steps toward her.

"I don't know how to say thi-"

"Oh, good," he heard Draco say from behind him, "You're here."

His mouth stretched into a grin even before he turned around "He-" he broke off when he saw that Draco was standing with his arm around some bloke who Harry had never met before. "Hey," he finished.

"This is Matt," Draco offered.

And frankly, Harry would rather die (again) than shake his hand but before he could have any say in the matter Matt had stepped forward into his space and was gripping his hand. Hard. "The Harry Potter," he drawled. "My, my."

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Harry glanced over at Draco who looked vaguely uncomfortable.

"Draco has told me so much about you. I could hardly believe that he was telling the truth." He leaned toward Harry conspiratorially, "He's known for embellishing the truth, you know?"

Harry wrenched his hand from Matt's grip, "Actually, I've found Draco to be honest to a fault. Hardly anyone else will tell me when my outfit doesn't match or I've got something stuck in my teeth."

Matt's eyes flashed and Harry's proverbial hackles stood on end he didn't like that look, "I-" Matt started

"Hey," Draco said, taking Matt's hand and drawing his attention, "Let me introduce you to everyone else."

"Nice meeting you, Mark," Harry called.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, "Matt," he corrected, before mouthing, 'behave' at Harry.

"My mistake," Harry said, maintaining eye contact with the other man until he turned away and followed Draco into the other room.

"Okay," Ginny said, drawing his attention away from them, "First. Men are disgusting; I can't believe I thought I was attracted to them for so long."

"What?" he asked, slumping over to the counter and sliding onto a stool across from where Ginny was still mixing up drinks. He was feeling a little nauseous, fire rushing under his skin.

"That," she said, gesturing to where Harry had been standing talking to Matt and Draco, "The little pissing match to decide who's dominant."

"What?" Harry asked, "that guy is just an asshole."

She rolled her eyes, "Second, you're still an idiot."

"Wow. I'm just going to go home," he said. "Between you and the dude who was trying to break my fingers, I don't think it's going to be a great night."

Ginny leaned across the counter and instinctively Harry leaned toward her, "How long are you going to continue denying you have feelings for Draco?"

His brow furrowed, "I don't. We're just mates," he added.

"I rest my case. You're still an idiot," she said as she leaned back and started mixing drinks again.

Harry slouched on his stool turning that thought over in his mind, "That actually would make sense," he admitted.

"Harry, I love you, you know I do," she said. "But honestly, I can't believe you're just figuring this out. The rest of us have known for ages. We were all shocked when he walked through the door with Matt; he told us he was bringing someone but we thought the two of you were just making a joke."

"Well now what am I supposed to do?" he asked. "Why couldn't anyone have said something sooner?"

"Because we thought it was obvious," she hissed.

"Let's just get through the night," he sighed. "Then we'll deal with the rest. We'll need to come up with a plan."

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He spent the rest of the night calling Matt the wrong name (Miles, Maurice, Mike, Max, Moses, Mitch, Mason) to the point that Ron either caught on and decided to help or got confused enough that he started calling him the wrong name, too. Harry also couldn't help but rub it in Matt's face how much better he knew Draco; telling inside jokes, asking Draco specific questions about his work and his parents, and reminiscing about fond memories.

Draco seemed a bit exasperated by it but Harry couldn't help himself. Once he started, he just couldn't seem to stop.

Eventually as everyone was getting ready to leave and Luna was saying good bye to Matt, Draco cornered him, "Do not move a fucking muscle," he hissed, "I am not done with you."

"Dra-"

"I mean it, Potter. Stay right here," he said, jabbing him in the chest with his finger before he turned and made his way over to his date.

"Hey," Matt said, smiling at him much the way Harry imagined an alligator might smile at his prey.

"Hi," Draco replied softly. "I'll floo you tomorrow, yeah? There are a few things I need to take care of."

Matt frowned, "I thought we were going back to my place."

"No," Draco replied steadily. "I have a five date rule." He stepped back, "I'll floo you," he repeated.

And Matt looked pretty pissed about it, but he seemed to take the hint and disapparated on the spot without so much as a goodbye to anyone.

"You're all the literal worst," Draco fumed. "Except you, Luna," he added. "You're a goddess."

Luna gave a little curtsy.

"Seriously," Draco said, glaring at the room even though none of them looked especially repentant. "And you," he spat, spinning to glare at Harry, "You're the worst of all."

"Does that make me special?" Harry quipped, arms folded across his chest.

Draco groaned, "Bloody fucking Griffyndors. I hope you're all happy," he grabbed Harry's arm. "Come on we are going back to mine to have a chat."

"I thought you had a five date rule," Ginny called.

Draco flipped her the two finger salute before apparating them to his house.

Harry always liked being in Draco's house; it was small and cozy, and it always smelled vaguely like chamomile. Just being here made his soul feel lighter, calmer.

"Alright," Draco growled, "Spill. What the hell was that?"

"What?" Harry asked innocently.

"Potter," he warned.

Harry sighed, "He's an asshole."

"And you know that how? You didn't even give him a chance".

"Draco his handshake was like a vice!"

Draco stared at him, "You've got to be kidding me. Are you that much of a child? He hurt your hand so you thought you should bully him?"

"I didn't bully him!" Harry exclaimed.

"No?" Draco asked. "You didn't use his given name even once." Harry winced, maybe that was overkill. "You spent the entire night trying to make him feel stupid and inferior to you. Which, let's face it, everyone does anyway because you're Harry fucking Potter!" Draco exploded.

"That's not fair," Harry said, betrayal slicing hot through his gut. Draco knew that he hated being famous, hated the preconceived notions attached to his name.

"Yeah well, neither was what you did."

"Draco, I-"

"No," he said, holding out a hand, "That was such bullshit, Harry."

"But he's awful."

"You didn't even give him a cha-"

"I didn't have to!" he exploded. "The first words he said to me were to disrespect you. He's an asshole and I will chase a million of them away from you."

"That's not your job."

Harry threw his hands up in the air, "I'm your best friend! Whose job is it, if it's not mine?"

"You don't just get to decide things for me!" Draco cried.

"Fine," Harry spat. "You want to date that wanker, go ahead. But I have seen his type before. Don't come crying to me when he's beaten you to a bloody pulp for looking at someone the wrong way." He pushed past Draco and made his way to the door, walking out and slamming it behind him.

He started down the sidewalk, debating trying to figure out where Matt lived and have a chat or maybe go over to Ron and Hermione's to get some advice and regroup.

But the further he walked, the more the anger faded from his veins, and the guilt settled in.

There was no choice really, he turned around and headed back to Draco's house once more. When he arrived he knocked on the door even though he normally would have just let himself in.

"Go away!" Draco shouted.

He knocked again, "Draco, please."

"No! Go away. You're the worst."

"I know," he called back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please."

After a few seconds, during which fear settled heaving in Harry's gut, the door opened and Harry slipped inside, Draco was curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest.

Seeing him looking so small and sad made Harry ache. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Which part?" Draco asked bitterly.

He sighed and came over to sit on the couch beside Draco, "I'm not sorry for chasing him away. But I will always be here for you, no matter what. You can always come to me."

Draco leaned over and put his head on Harry's shoulder, "I know," he whispered.

"Forgive me?"

He nodded and they sat together in silence for a few minutes, both trying to collect their thoughts. Eventually Harry said, "I really wish you wouldn't date him."

Draco sat up, "Harry look at me."

Harry turned on the couch to look at him and raised his eyebrows.

"I won't ever floo call him, we'll never go on another date, and I'll never see him again." Something eased in Harry's chest. "But it's not because of what you said or did. It's because I, too, have had shitty relationships. I have also lived through trauma and I have had to learn from it just like you."

Harry looked down at his hands.

"And if you have concerns about someone, there is a better way to tell me than what you did tonight."

He nodded, suitably chastised, "You're right."

"I appreciate your concern, though," he added and Harry looked up to see that Draco's mouth was quirked up, he really must be forgiven, apparently. "And I genuinely forgot how petty you can be."

He shook his head and reached out for Draco's hand, "Draco, I want you to be so, so happy," he said. Then he added, "I'm an idiot."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"And everyone knows it, you included, so you can't really hold it against me," he said.

"I'm pretty sure I can."

He huffed, "Just hear me out. I'm an idiot and I didn't realize until tonight that I'm a little bit in love with you. And it's fine if you don't feel the same but you are my best friend and I had high standards for you even before I knew I had feelings for you. It hurt me to see you with someone who treated you so poorly."

"Sorry," Draco said, "I need you to repeat that."

"I said, I'm an idiot," Harry started.

"Not that part."

"It hurt me to see you with someone who treated y-"

"Not that part either," Draco said.

Harry swallowed, "It's fine if you don't fee-"

"Harry," he grumbled. "Say the other part."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm in love with you," he whispered.

Draco blinked at him, a smile blooming at the corner of his mouth, "Say it again."

A grin tipped up the corners of his mouth as well, "I'm in love with you."

Draco launched himself into Harry's arms and covered Harry's lips with his own, "say it again," he mumbled into the kiss.

"I love you," Harry repeated, murmuring the words into Draco's mouth.

Draco pulled back slightly, "I love you, too."

"I hoped that was the case," Harry replied.

After he kissed him again, Draco said, "Alright, fine. Now you get a say in who I date."

Harry grinned, "Is that so?"

He nodded.

"Will you date me, Draco Malfoy?" he asked, brushing his nose along Draco's.

"Yes," he whispered. Then with a smirk he added, "But we'll have to get my best friend's approval and rumor has it that he has very high standards."

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Day 65: Question | Day 67: Soulmate (Take 1)- Your traditional soulmate trope or Day 67: Soulmate (Take 2)- just using the word 'soulmate' as a prompt, not the trope.

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