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I don’t face my problems I just buy more hanfu
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this love is ours - jamie tartt x reader
jamie tartt x gn!reader
summary: after officially starting to date Jamie, the media figures out who you are. Judgment comes in from all places - news outlets, social media, family members - but Jamie puts all that doubt out of your mind. based off the song ours by taylor swift. features appearances from Keeley and Roy.
word count: 2.5k
Warnings: language, angst, fluff social media bullying & hate, reassurance and comfort from Jamie
A/N: This could technically be part two to gold rush but you don’t need to have read that one to understand what’s going on in this imagine. Hope you enjoy!
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
They'll judge it like they know about me and you
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
The jury's out, but my choice is you
Even on a beautiful Saturday afternoon out on the Richmond Green, you and Jamie somehow attracted the attention of a few invasive paparazzi.
“I thought the hat would be enough,” said Jamie, pulling the brim of his ‘icon’ hat further down his forehead.
The two of you walked off quickly down the path, keeping the photographers and their bright flashes at your backs.
You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging at his hand in yours. “Jamie, you wear that hat everywhere. People recognize it pretty easily.”
“I’m not the only person in the world with this hat.”
“Maybe not, but you made it popular.”
He sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smiled at you. “Well now that we’ve left those annoying arseholes behind, what do you want for dinner?”
“Keeley invited us over for a couples night with her and Roy,” you reminded him. “Remember? We talked about it with Roy this morning after your training.”
“Nah, the granddad has a tendency to ramble on with ya about random stuff so I just thought ya were chattin’ with him.”
“Yeah, I was chatting with him about dinner with him and Keeley, which you agreed to, by the way, even in your post-workout haze.”
Jamie grumbled like a little kid. “Ugh, but I’d rather just stay home with you, get pizza or some takeout, and make out on the couch.”
You lifted your head up to his cheek to kiss it. “And we can do that – tomorrow night. Which is a night we didn’t agree to have dinner with Roy and Keeley.”
That seemed to satisfy him for the moment and the two of you made your way back home to your shared house.
“I’m going to go shower, babe!” he called as he headed upstairs.
“I’ll be here!” you called back.
You kicked off your shoes by the front mat and strode into the kitchen to grab some water. As you filled a glass from the filtered pitcher from the fridge, you scrolled through your instagram.
After making it official with Jamie, the two of you had decided to keep it quiet in terms of posting on social media. You’d told close friends and everyone at Richmond. Jamie’s mom and stepfather obviously knew, since it had been at their house that you’d made things official. But your family hadn’t taken it quite as well.
Being from the States, your family’s only impression of Jamie was the Richmond matches they streamed and his arc on Lust Conquers All, which hadn’t painted him in a flattering light. Of course, Jamie freely admitted that he was an all-out prick on the show and had publicly and privately apologized to those he had hurt while filming. But your family couldn’t exactly see past it. They were protective of you and worried about what Jamie might do in the relationship.
Thankfully, Ted and Beard, who knew your parents quite well, had reassured them that Jamie was not the person the media portrayed him as. This had seemed to quell their anxieties about their kid dating a superstar footballer with a notorious reputation for being a (as your mother so kindly put it) “man-whore.” But you, as well as everyone around you, knew that Jamie had changed.
Now the instagram comments you saw as you scrolled on your latest post of you and Jamie getting brunch together were of similar nature.
There were a few comments from your friends at Richmond – Keeley had commented, “I love you both so much and you are too cute together!” Sam had said, “the queen and king of Richmond;” while Rebecca put it plainly, “you are the best people and these photos are my new favorite of you both.”
Despite the many loving and supportive comments from friends and now people who had deemed themselves ‘fans’ of you (which felt quite strange, as you were merely the head physical therapist for the team and didn’t do anything that warranted ‘fans’), there were a good handful that were not quite as kind.
One person had written, “Jamie’s back in his pretending to be monogamous era - wonder how long that will last.”
You shook your head. You knew who Jamie had become and this wasn’t a phase for him. You scrolled on.
Another comment caught your eye. “Ew who are they? Jamie is way out of their league.”
And then more continued to pop up.
“Fuck them.”
“Why do they even bother? Jamie is going to dump them in like a week bet.”
“What are they wearing?”
“Jamie and Keeley will forever be endgame.”
“I liked it better when he was with Keeley.”
“Whatever happened to celebrities dating out of their league? This person is clearly a big step down for him.”
It was a rabbit hole of discouragement and darkness. And even after you exited out of Instagram trying to shake off the hate, more seemed to appear as you opened twitter. You’d been tagged in numerous disgusting tweets from multiple accounts.
“Go die no one likes u.”
“Why is your face like that and why does Jamie like it.”
“I bet he thinks of Keeley when they fuck. Lol I would.”
“You’re literally nobody and the fact that Jamie Tartt of all people is dating you is really pathetic.”
You shook your head, exiting out of twitter with a huff. You tossed your phone on the other couch cushion. It was difficult seeing so many people who thought they had a right to comment on your relationship saying such things on the internet. You knew coming into this that dating Jamie would be difficult in terms of hate on social media, but your fears were resurfacing.
Jamie wouldn’t actually believe all that stuff said about you. You knew that. But what if other people you knew saw it and agreed with it? What if you had to start dealing with people in real life saying that? Were you not good enough to be dating someone like Jamie?
The self-doubt began to creep in, like a mist slowly dragging itself over a hill. Your thoughts began to spiral.
You recognized the anxiety beginning to escalate and decided to watch something to distract yourself. You turned on the TV and tried to tune out the online ruckus.
About a half-hour later, Jamie came barreling down the stairs.
“Babe, Keeley just texted - I think we’re late for dinner,” he said, rushing to put on his shoes.
“Shit!” you cried, slamming the TV power button and quickly going back over to do the same as Jamie.
You both grabbed what you needed and quite literally ran out the door to Jamie’s car which was right next to the gates of your home.
As you sprinted to the passenger side door, a white light suddenly blinded you from beside the front gates.
It was like they appeared out of nowhere – two photographers with large lenses. And they were yelling your name.
“Hey, what’s it like to be with someone who clearly can’t commit?” one laughed.
“Getting tired of this one already, Tartt?” the other bellowed.
“Just fuck off!” exclaimed Jamie, waving his hand at them. “This is private property! Fuck off!”
You jumped into the car, shutting the door as fast as possible. You watched as Jamie flipped off the photographers, who took the last few pictures they wanted, and trudged away.
Jamie closed his door with more force than necessary and buckled his seatbelt. “Arseholes.” He turned to you, putting his hand on your leg gently. “Are ya okay?”
No. No, you weren’t okay. After reading through all those hateful comments and then being berated by paparazzi not just for pictures, but also with hurtful questions didn’t help your self-doubt. It seemed to be bubbling up from below into your heart.
But you didn’t want to ruin the mood more by admitting you were not okay, so all you could do was nod.
“Don’t let them get to you, alright? I love you and nothing’s gonna change that,” confirmed Jamie tenderly. His hand slid into yours.
Neither of you let go all the way to Keeley and Roy’s.
“Heya!” greeted Keeley from the front door as you and Jamie exited the car.
You forced a smile. “Hi, Keeley.”
“How ya doing, Keeley?” grinned Jamie. He gave her a big hug, and then you gave her one, too.
“Just peachy,” she replied, holding the door open for the both of you. “Roy’s inside getting the chicken all prepped. I think he’s trying something fancy tonight - chicken cordon bleu!”
“That is fancy,” you agreed. “He’s really upping his chef skills.”
“I’m not buyin’ that,”Jamie joked. “He’s making beans on toast.”
“Have some faith,” you nudged him playfully.
“I’ll put my faith in nothing until that chicken cordon bleu is sitting on my dinner plate.”
“You two are so cute,” awed Keeley as the three of you made your way to the kitchen.
You swallowed the lump in your throat at the comment, feeling sweat on your palms.
“Ey, if it isn’t the granddad himself!” cheered Jamie. “Making us something fancy, are ya?”
Roy was bent over the kitchen counter, slamming a meat tenderizer into pieces of flattened chicken. He turned with a scowl on his face and gestured at the younger man with the meat tenderizer.
“I’ll be flattening more than this fucking chicken if you keep that up, Tartt,” he growled.
“Aw, I’m terrified,” mocked Jamie.
“Stop it, you two,” ordered Keely good-naturedly as she kissed his cheek. “No one is flattening anything else ‘round here — especially body parts. Right, Roy?”
“I certainly wouldn’t be happy about it and neither would they,” Jamie chuckled, nodding his head at you.
Your smile was tight. You tried to make things light hearted as you wrapped an arm around Jamie’s bicep. “Yep. That’d be…tragic.”
Jamie peered down at you with a questioning glance. He knew something was up, but didn’t want to push it in front of Roy and Keeley.
Keeley gave you both drinks and you all went to sit outside on the patio as Roy finished up cooking in the kitchen.
Jamie and Keeley launched into immediate conversation and you tried your best to keep up and add things in here and there, but you were unusually quiet. Your mind kept drifting back to what you’d read online and what the paparazzi had screamed at you.
It was an endless circle of disappointment in yourself, anxiety, and self-consciousness. This infinite loop of darkness continued to crowd your mind, taking up all the space inside. A storm seemed have come into your psyche and it was doing a number on you.
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as Jamie and Keeley chatted about the towels in the locker room at Nelson Road.
Puzzled, you checked your texts. It was from your mom with a link to an article from a tabloid website.
“This doesn’t seem like a good thing, honey. What are you doing with a celebrity like that?”
That was the message your own mother had sent you about Jamie. You internally groaned. Then you clicked on the article. The headline was atrocious: HOW LONG WILL TARTT’S NEWEST FLING REALLY LAST? The pictures associated with it were from that very day on Richmond Green with you and Jamie walking hand-in-hand, clearly trying to outrun whoever was taking the photos. And then the worse ones – the paparazzi from outside your house had sold the pictures to this tabloid. They were grainy and ill-lit and had been very obviously edited. They had added weird width to your arms and even your head. The caption was “Tartt’s Partner has Gained some Weight!”
That was it for you. The dam had broken.
Tears were already spilling over by the time you’d suddenly stood from your chair and raced to the bathroom.
Both Jamie and Keeley called your name after you, and Roy had said it, surprised, from the kitchen as you rushed past.
You closed the door quietly, but didn’t have the willpower to sit anywhere else but on the floor next to the sink. You sobbed into your hands as silently as possible, but that didn’t work for long.
“Babe?” came Jamie’s voice through the door. “Babe, what’s going on? Talk to me.”
The desire to be alone was rapidly replaced by the need for Jamie.
You opened the door slowly, still seated by the sink. You kept your blood-shot gaze away from his for a moment as he stood there in silence.
When you looked up a moment later, your heart broke at his worried expression. His hands were shaking slightly.
“I’m just…overwhelmed,” you admitted hoarsely.
Jamie got down on the floor next to you, patting the space between his legs and reaching for you. You shuffled over to sit in his lap, your legs swung over one of his, arms going around his body and face sliding to nestle in his neck.
His arms wound around you protectively, rubbing your back and rocking back and forth slightly.
“Why are ya feeling overwhelmed, love?” he wondered gently.
You inhaled shakily, your face still buried in him. “I just…I’ve been getting a lot of hate comments and mean tweets lately. And then those paparazzi incidents today were awful and then my mom just texted me saying things like ‘why are you with him’ and ‘you shouldn’t be with someone like that.’ Then there was a link to this article that had pictures from today and they’d edited me to look horrible.”
Jamie sighed, his voice soft. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m truly so sorry. People are arseholes.”
“Why do they hate me so much?”
“They hate what they don’t have. They see us happy and they’re miserable, so they want to make us miserable. People throw rocks at things that shine.”
You moved your head off his neck so you could look him in the face. You smiled through your tears. “Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?”
“I did,” he smiled. “But I’m not kidding. Media is fucked up. People on the internet are fucked up. They’re bored and feel the need to stick their stupid opinions where they’re not wanted.”
“It’s just so frustrating.”
“I know. But what matters is you and me. That’s it.”
“You’re right. You and me. That’s it.”
Jamie smirked mischievously. “Besides, they’re probably jealous you get to sleep with a hot footballer and they don’t.”
You laughed. “Jamie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m not sleeping with Roy.”
Jamie laughed in return. “Oi! Ya don’t need to be an arsehole about it.”
You gazed happily at him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. And I promise, forget all that shit. If you’re ever feeling this way again, just talk to me. I’ll make sure to let you know that all I need is you and you alone. This love is ours. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
You pressed your lips to his for a sweet kiss, feeling much more reassured.
“Now come on,” Jamie encouraged when he pulled away, “I’ve gotta see if Roy actually can cook.”
“I think he can, Jamie.”
“We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”
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Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺
Bubba Part 2: Bump
A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰
"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.
"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.
At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.
Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.
"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.
You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.
You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.
Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.
“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly
“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.
He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.
“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”
“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.
“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”
“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”
“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”
Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.
“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”
You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.
Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;
“What’s wrong? You hurt?”
“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”
“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.
“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.
“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.
“I can’t just do that in public!”
“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.
Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.
You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.
“Better right?”
“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.
#chris evans fic#chris evans x reader#chris evans imagines#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans one shot#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x plus size reader#chris evans x you#chris evans fluff#cevans#chris evans x pregnant!reader#chris evans x reader fluff
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Could you do Tokyo Revengers Mikey x reader (Hinas friend) x Dark Izana. Finds out Mikey has a GF and goes all Yandere or evil.
so im going to be honest, it might be because it’s late, but i had a hell of a hard time figuring out exactly what you wanted.. so i did the sort of thing where y/n wanted mikey ofc but izana jumped in and kinda made it a threesome but not really? i noticed there were three people in your request so that’s how I got to that lol. Hope this serves!
“Look, I told you, he has a girlfriend, y/n. I’m sorry to tell you!” Hina explains as you glare at her.
“No way he does.” you mutter as you munch on some chips, pondering the thought no longer than a second.
“But he does. It’s hannah!” she exclaims.
“hannah..?” you say in disbelief as you scoff.
“No way he would date that trash,” you say as you dust yourself off and collect your things, “cya.”
As you kicked a few rocks, you heard walking and as normal, you expected a quick glance at most. However, this was mikey and hannah, which lit a fire under you very quickly.
She was clinging onto his arm, something he never allowed, even with you. Why the hell could she?
You jog up to them with a sour smile as you greet them both.
“Hi mikey! Who’s this lovely lady?”
“Hannah, my girlfriend.” he says with an affectionate smile as your eyes go wide.
So it was true? They were a thing?
“How long have y’all been together now?” you ask with a forced smile as you look between the two.
“A few days now. We’re so happy together!” Hannah exclaims as she rubs mikey’s forearm.
“ew.” you mutter under your breathe as you ajust your backpack and say goodbye, making sure to kick a bit of dirt onto her new shoes as you turn.
This was just a stupid crush, it would wear off right?
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Watching them was sickening. You watched for days, weeks, months. It got to you. He said that you would be his first girlfriend when he turned 17, why was hannah the first and not you?
Izana had been there for you, letting you yell and say any angers about her/him and their relationship whenever you went over to their house. You never realized he had heard most of it though.
“Hey y/n, can we talk..?” mikey asks as you glare.
“What?” you ask simply as you put your pens away.
“uhm.. I don’t know what I did but I can tell you don’t like me.” he says awkwardly.
“Listen, can we just like… not? I was having a great afternoon studying here.” you dismiss.
“I heard you and izana.” mikey utters as you stop at the doors of the classroom.
“so?” you say after a while.
“I know you don’t like my girlfriend, but why the hell does it give you the right to ignore and hate me?!” he yells as it ticks in your brain second by second.
“Why? What the fuck are you on mikey? You knew I have hated her, for years! I told you, I cried on your shoulder about the damn things she did and said to me! And you’re going to sit here,” you point to his chest as you push him back with your index finger, “and ask why I hate your girlfriend? Save it you man whore.” you spit as you turn around and walk out.
Mikey couldn’t stop the blush that formed on his cheeks but the words still hurt. He saw the tears forming, that’s the whole reason you left. He didn’t even like hannah, but that’s what they all say.
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”But.. izana! He.. he’s dating my e-enemy. He knows that!” you blab as new tears continue to stain his grey shirt black.
“Maybe he forgot. If he is, there’s no reason to cry. You deserve better than manjiro, y/n.” izana says as he draws shapes on your back.
“He wouldn’t ever forget! Do you know the things I did for him? I got rid of his bullies, scared potential crushes away, helped him everyday, and he still went and is dating someone!” you beat his chest as you continue to crumble on Izana’s lap.
”He might have moved on. All I’m saying is that he was just cruel to do that.” Izana says as he lays back and allows you to whimper in quiet to calm yourself.
“I’m here for you, y/n.”
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Nate with a few years younger girlfriend, fluff maybe some angst. Thank you!!
Between us
* English is not my first language I apologise
* Triggers; angst, cyber bullying, swearing and some fluff
Y/N POV
Nate and I went out for shopping. He was looking for new shoes. “How about this one?” I held up some black sneakers. “I already have those.” I nodded and placed them back. I saw neon yellow shoes, I giggle and picked them up. “This one?” He laughs. “Babe are you afraid you lose me in the dark or something.” I giggled and placed them back. “Ugly shoes..” I heard him saying behind me. “How about this one.” I held up some a dark green sneakers. “Let me see.” He took them and look closely at it. “Looks cool.” I smiled at him. “I’m gonna asked if they have it in a different size.” I nodded as he walked away to find someone. I sat down and scrolled through my social media. Reading stuff about Nate and I under a post from Jake shields
‘He’s 32, she is 25. I’m just saying.’
‘Don’t forget they are already a year together.’
‘I like them, she looks fun.’
‘Urgh why is she there.’
‘Jake please stop inviting her.’
‘Girl she looks good.’
‘The queen arrived.’
‘A happy couple.’
‘Find a real woman Nate!’
‘She’s so young, hanging out with the adults.’
I sighed as I read more comments. “Babe what do you think?” I looked up as Nate walked back wearing the shoes. “They look good on you.” “Thanks.” He sat down and changed his shoes. “I like these, good choice.” He smiled at me. “No problem.” I winked at him. He chuckled and stood up. “I’ll be right back then.” He walked of to pay for the shoes.
We both walked into his house, he was holding our shopping bags as I carried our food. “I’m so hungry.” I placed the food down and grabbed some plates. Nate walked into the kitchen walking behind me. “You are always hungry.” He kissed my cheek and walked away to grabbed some glasses. “Sorry that I just like food, I mean look at this.” I pointed at the food. He chuckled. “I rather look at you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Okay that was a smooth one.” “I know.” He kissed my shoulders as I filled the plates with food. “Do you want to stay tonight?” He traveled from my shoulders up to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “Do you want me to stay tonight?” “Always.” I smiled to myself. “Okay, then I stay tonight.” I felt him smiling against my neck.
We were laying on the sofa, my feet where in his lab. He was massaging my feet. “Why do your feet always hurt.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I probably should sport more.” “You know you are always welcome in my gym right?” I nodded. “I don’t want you to go to these clowns in the east side of the town.” I looked up at him. “Hey, my brother gyms there.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry but he’s a clown then.” I laughed at him. “That’s not very nice of you Mr Diaz.” “I’m not nice?” He raised his eyebrows. “Yep.” He stopped with massaging my feet and crawled on top of me. “Say it again.” I smiled at him. “You’re not nice.” He grabbed my arms, locking them above my head. I tried to wiggle out of the position but he started to move his legs, locking me completely. “I’m nice, say it that I’m nice.” “I know I’m nice but you Nate… i don’t know.” He started to tickle me. I yelled out a laugh. “Okay okay, you’re nice!” He laughs as I wiggled away from his hand. He leans forward, hovering above my face. “Am I a nice person?” “Yes, you are thé nicest, sweetest person I ever known.” He smiles and released my arms. “Good.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He looks down at my lips and back up to my eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He traces my face softly with his fingers. “Do you really think that?” I whispered at him.
Nate POV
“Do you really think that?” “Yes of course why you asking that?” I looked into her eyes. ‘Someone told her bullcrap.’ “Baby, why you asking me that? Did someone told you otherwise?” She shook her head. “No they didn’t told me, they told you.” “Me?” I was confused, nobody told me this crap. “Yeah, its all over social media…” ‘fucking social media!’ “Baby why are you reading those things?” “I don’t know, I was bored and read those comments under Shields post.” I groaned. “Don’t listen to these clowns, I don’t care what they think about us.” She moved her hand from my shoulder to my bicep. “I know but it got me thinking.” “Don’t agree with them, don’t you fucking dare.” I saw panic displaying on her face. “Nate….” “No you are not breaking up with me or I don’t know some other shit.” I grabbed in frustration the decoration pillow next to us. “Nate I’m not doing that but please don’t get angry while I’m trapped under you.” Her hands where laying against my chest, slightly pushing me. ‘Calm down, you’re scaring her.’ “Sorry.” I moved off top of her. She moved a bit away. “Baby…” I reached out for her. “Are you still angry at me?” She grabbed my hand and I pulled her against my chest. “No I’m not angry at you, I’m more angry at myself.” “Why?” “Because I can’t protect you from these things. I hardly post things about us, I don’t mention you, I don’t bring you along to my fights and still this shit happens.” She caresses my arm. “Its not your fault Nate, I love you and you love me right?” “Of course I love you.” “Then we are fine, you’re right who cares about these clowns.” She looks at me. “This what we have is between us and not between those fake people from the internet. They don’t even know us.” I smiled at her. “This is why I love you.” I kissed her nose. She giggles. “My angry side?” “No…sometimes. I was more thinking about your honesty.” She pulls herself on top of me, her hands went to my chest. “I really love you that it makes me so crazy.” She started to leave a trail of kisses behind on my neck. “Good, can we both be crazy.”
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543 of 2023
I don’t eat a lot of fast food.
I’ve never had a one night stand.
My last text message was from the opposite sex.
I have a good friend that I can tell anything to.
I didn’t straighten my hair today. (nor ever lol)
I have quite a small group of friends.
^But that doesn’t bother me.
I’ve been told I have nice eyes.
I wear a lot of black.
I worry a lot about what other people think.
^But I dislike feeling this way, because it’s impossible to please everyone.
I used to doodle in my workbooks when I got bored.
I use whitening toothpaste.
People sometimes describe me as ‘cute’.
I hardly ever wear skirts.
I get quite upset if something doesn’t turn out the way I planned.
If I’m totally honest, I don’t really know what I want most of the time.
I’ve been bullied before.
I’m shy.
I dislike that.
I’d be shocked if someone called me a slut.
I don’t have a ‘perfect’ body.
^I try not to worry about my weight.
I remember important things like birthdays.
I listened to cheesy pop music when I was younger.
^I can’t stand music like that.
If I’m honest, I do try to please everyone.
I was awake till very late last night.
I have a decent singing voice.
I told someone that I love them today.
My parents are still together.
I had a happy childhood.
I have a YouTube account.
I will be staying at home tonight.
I don’t go to church.
I still watch Disney films sometimes.
I really don’t see what the big deal is about Justin Bieber; I don’t think he’s that great.
I don’t think I’m beautiful.
I didn’t get any cards or presents last Valentine’s Day.
I know someone who has been to prison.
I don’t really regret anything.
I probably care too much about what other people think.
I dislike the stereotype that women are obsessed with buying shoes.
I think mainstream music is going downhill.
I never leave the house without my phone and my iPod.
My laptop was a gift; I didn’t buy it myself.
I hardly ever listen to the radio.
I don’t judge other people’s relationships.
I’m sometimes lonely.
I’ve been told that I’m too nice.
My mascara is black.
I’m a 90’s kid.
I’m tired.
I’ve probably done too many surveys.
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- Stuff about the rival school I made for Bullworth -
The school is named Heartland Academy.
It was established in 1945.
Their school colors are dark red and gold.
They includes grades 6-12.
Their mascot is a hornet.
Most of their accomplishments are in the academic and art fields.
However they are pretty good at sports.
Bullworth and Heartland kids DO NOT get along.
Heartland is what Dr. Crabblesnitch wants Bullworth to be.
They’re just as bad as Bullworth though.
Their basic uniforms consist of khakis/dark jeans, black/plaid/grey skirts, red vests, and black shoes.
Prefects wear blazers.
However they do have alternate school uniforms. Such as cardigans, club shirts, tracksuits, sweaters, hoodies, and athletic shorts.
Mrs. Phillips graduated from Heartland in my hc.
They have very similar clique hierarchy dynamics.
Just a bit different though.
Jocks, punks, preps, bullies, and nerds.
Sadly they do not have greasers.
Other cliques you can see in Heartland are art kids, skaters, and JROTC kids.
They also just have random kids who float between cliques or have no clique in particular.
Infighting in cliques is very common.
The prefects do abuse power, but not necessarily to the extent of the Bullworth Prefects. It depends on which ones bust you how much trouble you’ll be in.
They stole the Bullworth mascot once.
And tp’d Dr Crabblesnitch’s house.
They seem like they have their shit together but they don’t.
If anyone wants to use Heartland Academy they can, just as long as they credit it to me. I’d really enjoy seeing work of this funny idea I made up. Hopefully I can develop more about it in the future and can draw out the uniforms and athletic wear! I’m really excited to create this lol.
#bully canis canem edit#bully scholarship edition#canis canem edit#bullworth academy#bully anniversary edition#bully cce#bully rockstar
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To reply to the last anon who talked about misogyny in the fandom (who was totally right) here’s my add on to the take.
I’ve always felt like being a man in the royal family would be so easy because you can wear the same 5 or 6 different suits and no one will bat an eye. You don’t have to come up with a new stylish on trend but “age appropriate” inventive outfit, a full face of professional looking makeup, freshly blown out hair, and a perfect nude pink manicure every time you step outside of the house while managing to walk in 4 inch heels while your 8 months pregnant. You don’t have to worry about getting berated for wearing the same outfit over and over and not being “fashionable” and you don’t have to worry about getting bitched at for constantly buying new clothes. Harry was at one point wearing the shittiest oldest beat up shoes and other than like here, in close quarters within the fandom I feel like no one really talked about it at all but if his wife, sister in law or granny had dry cuticles or something tiny like that I’d bet good money we would’ve seen zoomed in microscopic pictures everywhere of them and people bitching about how the royal women are unkept and need a manicure, let alone if they wore busted up heels.
Speaking of Harry, he goes idk years or some shit looking unkept as fuck grooming wise sometimes in military uniform and no one says anything but his wife doesn’t wear a hat to an engagement, has a rough hair day as a result and she’s still getting berated for it a few years later and the whole time Harry’s hair looks like a sucked fuzzy mango but nearly no snark there. His wife doesn’t wear tailored clothes and yes to be honest it looks less than great but I can almost swear he wore some poorly tailored suits a time or two and.... nearly nothing.
I’m a person who has my own personal reservations about Meghan (and Harry) and that whole situation but people need to be fucking for real when not noticing the double standard that they imposed on Meghan and still impose on Kate. Williams not going to sleep with you, neither is Harry. Someone’s probably going to jump 4 inches deep in my butt crack for “defending” Meghan but I’m not defending her at all, like *at all* just pointing out that her husband did the same shit if not worse for a decade or more before Meghan came on the scene and they all wanted to hop into bed with him.
Also, Catherine gets shit on for wearing “dowdy” coat dresses but if you do try to be different in your royal fashion you will get bullied online for it for years. see: Beatrice and Eugenies hats at William and Catherine’s wedding. People don’t understand because of royal dress code (*not protocol, for the love of sugar, spice and everything nice it’s not protocol*) there’s only so many new and exciting things you can do with your fashion without becoming a walking model and fashionista which is not what being a royal lady is about.
Kindly, everyone needs to stop caring about if a royal family member who happens to be a woman has worn those heels before and start focusing on the causes that she’s trying to draw attention to. People are big time missing the point of a working monarchy.
I’m sorry for the even longer rant, just a woman in the royal fandom who proceeds to also not get the internalized misogyny.
This, I think, sums up the fandom in this aspect.
Something that has irked me is that this fandom has mantained a "men's fashun is booooorrring" attitude because one guy really likes blue. Meanwhile, Sir is over here wearing professionally tailored suits that usually look good as fuck (he's had times where this hasn't been the case), with the occasional novelty tie that relates to the place he's visiting/activity he's doing (pandas for WWF for example) but nobody wants to speak on his fashun because "ew, man." He has literally been declared Britain's best dressed man more than once but no, that doesn't count.
ALSO. YES. Thank you for addressing Harry's avoidance of combs and inability to dress himself. I swear he just puts on the least wrinkled shirt in the pile on the floor...right after getting out of bed. It's bothered me on a professional level that he does not shave while in uniform, because only the Royal Navy allows beards. He wants to make his service his personality at any event he can, but refuses to shave ergo not being in proper uniform. Because of course he gets a pass from (at the time) granny because oh my god, if he didn't he'd throw an entire tantrum like "MY MOM DIED WHEN I WAS 12 I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO IGNORE THE REGULATIONS I KNOW VERY WELL THE ARMY HAS REGARDING FACE HAIR. I'M SPESHUL! OH MY GOD THE TRAUMA." I used to bring this up myself but, as usual, got told to shut the fuck up and that "regulations don't matter."
Me, an active duty Sailor:
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I have a quotes page that me and my partner have been trying to keep up with for the past 5 years. Here are some ones that I love
“The girl mosquitoes are just blood sucking leeches, like look around the room it’s like real life”
“I would ride all over their graves”
“The core is....oh that’s a lot of hot”
“Just because the computers are as fast as I am, they think they rule the world. They DON’T.”
“If ankles are the price I must pay to convince everyone I’m not cheating on my boyfriend, then so be it”
“Stop twisting my words before I start twisting your neck”
“T: that shit was like my cocaine
LY: cocaine is my cocaine”
“If you expect me to stop being stupid, you need to lower your expectations”
“If the school is gonna take such shit photos for the smart riders, they should atleast get a better camera so it’s shit but in good quality”
“The whole world was ruled by jellyfish”
“Did you know that there’s still dinosaurs around? Like cassowaries”
“When you say that orange is the best zooper dooper you’ve entered the argument area”
“Usually people like you, who get bullied, grab a knife and go around stabbing people”
“I don’t wanna die from a NUT, that’s just pathetic”
“My shoes look like a fucking bionicle”
“Why are you wearing a speedo, what is WRONG WITH YOU”
“I will swivel chair into your head, move bitch”
“Due to technical reasons I have ADHD I think”
“It’s because I’m Italian. OUI OUI!!”
“We have to run to both the base lines?? Go kill yourself!! Consider MY feelings!”
“I think being autistic and having a nut allergy is a great combination”
“Get out or I’m gonna COVID kick your ass”
“How do you even survive my presence? My virtual presence. Social distancing.”
“Thank you ma'am, you are my favorite person, much homo *insert gay flag that android doesn't have*”
The meat man is coming in the morning”
“NO GAYS ALLOWED ON THE GOLF COURSE”
“There’s a spider on me, i should kill myself”
“His 5 hearts have been shot”
“Sprout some fucking legs”
“The year is...the year is 2”
“Haha, you thought you knew what I would do, but alas, I am unpredictable”
“Get your fingers out of the mud, boy”
“Stop fondling the worms”
“It’s fucking Shaggy, do you know what he’s capable of?!”
“Why do I have mind dreams from another timeline”
“The unborn babies news report”
“I’m feeling served hot and fresh”
“They’ve been through a lot, these ankles of mine”
“L: I feel like a sub species of human
LY: You are, you’re- *hand gesture* you’re really down there’”
“You walk into his house and the jazz stops”
“I found my father by the way. Just a heads up”
“I trust Jesus to look after my hot wheels”
“It meant he hadn’t been crunchin’-a-munching on my lip balm”
“Oh there’s a spider. Come closer :]”
“The 2 second rule in driving is how much time you have to eat your car after you drop it”
“Longing to reality shift to kiss some boys”
“The secret ingredient is cheating”
“You can date on Tumblr I just can’t guarantee it’ll go well”
“A: you’re an accomplice!
LY: Grease lightning-“
“I’ve got a tongue twister for you. FUCK”
“If the shoe fits? If the shoe fits up your ASS”
“You move like a transition slide”
“S: Jesus can FUCK off
H: Jesus has fucked off twice already, Sarah”
“My concept of linear time is not very linear”
“Hold on I’m sending a man to court”
“I promise, but only until I change my mind”
“Being attracted to me is healthy”
“Mood. Not that I’ve been hit by a car, but I do eat cucumbers”
“2 blonde bitches fighting for the throne and she’s not even a real blonde”
“You have so many issues and they’re all unresolved”
“I am my own target audience, and that audience has been met”
“I swear on my nana”
“I started drawing and suddenly I was Christian”
“Get these blonde molecules out of me”
“Lucy, your camera roll is filled with yourself, what do you mean Shame?”
“The Dreamscape is leaking into reality and it’s making me an asshole!”
“Terrible news, the statues are in a dick out mood”
“Toes out to that bro. Cheers” -Spinch on this day (Saturday, 14th May 3:17pm)
“You put your whole tiddies into saying something nice”
“Cry me a goldfish”
“You have skin boy! Are you excited?”
“If you ever touch his spider polycule, he’ll bite you”
Money not well spent, so I have to keep it there as a reminder”
“White walls purple bed kind of bitch”
“Breaking someone’s legs is not very kawaii schoolgirl of her”
“Are you thinking with your brain ma’am? Or are you thinking with your feet?”
“All the left handed people will be turned into grain”
“My autism tried to give me a new gender and I had to talk myself out of it”
“Get these blonde molecules IN me”
“Caution I am choosing”
“And I take off my wig. And I take off my wig. And I take of my wig. And I take of my bald cap. And I take off my bald cap. And I take off my wig. And I’m bald”
“Don’t headcanon my parents as transgender”
“You must have talent to be able to draw this bad”
“I liked it so much that my reaction was to tell you I don’t like it”
“You pick him up by the lungs a lot”
“I wouldn’t trust you with a fetus”
“Do you have parents? Not on purpose”
“She’s timeless, she’s stagnant”
“You get your autism backpack and you can fill it with acronyms”
“LY: I hate the continental drift
L: Like the dance?’
LY: LIKE THE PLANET SPLITTING APART, PANGEA”
“I feel splinched”
“I think he’s been crying, he looks freshly born”
“He looks like what the conservatives are protecting”
“LY: I’m very tan today
L: you’re tan every day
LY: yeah it’s like it’s my skin colour or something!”
#text post#sui mention#we talk about Jesus a lot#should I be tagging this with jesus?#I’d have to tag spiders too
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90. Ballet Shoes, by Noel Streatfeild
Owned?: Yes
Page count: 235
My summary: Three adoptive children, Pauline, Petrova, and Posy Fossil, are in financial trouble. To make ends meet, they all train to become ballet dancers and performers, though not all like it. Pauline’s a born actress, Posy’s a perfect dancer, but Petrova prefers car magazines. Can these girls achieve their dreams?
My rating: 4/5
My commentary:
Look. Sometimes you just have to admit that you have an affinity for a certain type of twee, quaint, older style of children’s writing. I’m okay with it. Ballet Shoes is...it’s weird, my copy’s an old little paperback, but I don’t remember reading it as a kid. Still, I’ve found since that I really like it. The story’s old-fashioned, but it manages to maintain a certain charm, never quite crossing the line into being cringeworthy for me. It’s a step up from Enid Blyton, that’s all I’m saying.
The three girls are fun characters. Pauline’s that kind of pretty girl who’s a little up herself, and has to learn humility and that she’s not the main character of the universe. Petrova’s the tomboy, who wants to be a pilot and fix machines. And Posy’s the class clown, a perfect dancer who knows how good she is, but isn’t quite as stuck up as Pauline can be. They feel like they’re designed for the reader to pick one with whom they identify, in which case I am a Petrova stan first and a person second.
One thing I find interesting is the 1930s setting (then-contemporary, it was first published in 1936) and the assumptions it’s making. This interwar period in England is a really interesting slice of history, and with these middle-class characters we can really see the changing times. The Fossils have servants, a cook and a nanny and a maid, but they’re struggling to pay them and have to take in lodgers to their giant house in order to pay the bills. The kids are educated by said lodgers, a pair of lesbian teachers because they can’t afford private school and (implicitly) don’t want to be educated in a state school with the poors. Much is made of the family’s financial situation not being able to keep up with the kids’ need for new clothes - dresses are passed down, but Pauline and later Petrova need nice dresses to get jobs, and their finances don’t always stretch that far. (Also, they keep going on about fabrics and I’m just sitting here clueless like ‘ah, no, wearing cotton at that time of year, ludicrous’ like I know what’s going on. But that’s a me thing.)
I also wonder how much the ballet world has changed since the 30s. Obviously this is a sanitised and idealised look at being a child performer in the 30s, but I have read a lot about the extreme bullying of young ballet dancers, with a focus on their body types. Granted, Pauline’s more an actress than a dancer, and Posy isn’t old enough to begin a professional life by the end of the story, but we still see these kids being affected by beauty standards of the time. Pauline’s fair, the exact image of beauty in this time, but Petrova’s dark and Posy’s a redhead. Pauline ends up getting a role as Alice in Wonderland over a much more talented and skilled classmate because Pauline physically fits the part better, the classmate being plain and ill-dressed. But that’s not really commented on, other than the reader being invited to feel sympathy for the classmate, it’s just a fact of life and the industry these kids are in.
Next up, some real history, as we go back to 1980s Britain for a tale of solidarity.
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The Problem is Tony Woodward - 4/? | westallen fanfiction
A/N: Haven't updated this one in a while. Enjoy.
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Chapter 4 -
It all worked out brilliantly the way it happened. Barry didn’t see it coming, and even Iris was mystified – at times – by her other bestie’s brilliance. They showed up at the Conwell residence at around 5:30, expecting to find a way to get Stacy alone before they started on their ‘homework’ for the night. But instead, when Iris daintily knocked on the door, Stacy appeared on the other side and yanked the two of them inside before slamming the door. She then proceeded to open the curtains to their living room and wave goodbye to Joe so he wasn’t alarmed. The three of them waved even, until his car disappeared around the block.
“What’s with all the urgency, Stace?” Iris asked when Stacy had released her hold on the curtains and turned to face the two of them.
“Yeah. Where are your parents?” Barry asked, frowning.
“Out.”
“Out?” Barry and Iris asked simultaneously.
Stacy nodded.
“Yeah, I had Becky – who says hi by the way, Barry.” Barry rolled his eyes. “I had her come up with an excuse for me to get them running to the store for something or other. It doesn’t matter. What matters is they’ll be gone for the next half hour and so are the Woodwards.”
Iris blinked, and Barry shared a similar expression.
“I don’t follow,” Iris said.
“Football practice is tonight.”
“And Tony went?” she gasped.
Stacy nodded. “Tony went.” She licked her lips in anticipation. “His dad’s still at work, as per usual. He won’t be home till late, but Tony usually gets home from practice around six.”
“How do you know all this?” Barry asked, his frown deepening.
“I’m his neighbor.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Barry,” Iris scolded.
“And,” Stacy continued, “Before Tony was a dumbass jerk, he was actually decent for like…two years when we were kids. I’ve been to his house, seen every nook and cranny, and I can definitely help you spook this guy out.”
She turned away and headed up the stairs.
“Come on,” she called, and Barry and Iris followed her, bursting into her room moments later.
“I got these. Dad got them for me last summer in case I wanted to use them with my friends. We can only use them until my parents and Tony gets home because otherwise they’ll know something is up, but it can be a sort of look out for you guys while you’re over there.”
Barry blew his falling bangs out of his face and ran his hand through his hair.
“Okay, so what’s the plan?”
“Have you two ever seen Amelie?”
Barry and Iris looked at each other, then back at Stacy and shook their heads.
“No,” Iris said. “Should we have?”
“We’re not going to watch it, are we?” Barry worried aloud.
“Of course not,” Stacy said bluntly. “We don’t have time for that. What we do have time for is for me to give you a rundown of some of the tricks used in that movie to scare a bully.”
“Scare a bully?” Barry asked.
“Sounds perfect to me.” Iris grinned.
Stacy matched her grin and picked up the notebook she had laid out on her bed.
“First, change shoes to a size smaller.”
Iris frowned. “A size smaller?”
“Mhmm. That’ll be the last step. You’ll have to do it as you leave because he’ll obviously take off his shoes when he comes in the door. Tony keeps all his old shoes in the first box at the bottom of the basement steps. The one size down ones should be at the top. A size 12, since he’s a 13 now. That’s first.”
Iris whipped out her own notepad.
“I’m taking notes.”
“What should I do?” Barry asked.
“Just…listen,” Iris urged. “And don’t forget anything.”
He nodded, hoping he wouldn’t forget anything, especially with Iris right beside him. He did his best to focus.
“Next is taking the batteries out of the TV and stereo remotes in the living room. You’re going to turn them on when he gets upstairs to his room, and when he hears them turn on…”
“We’ll turn them louder and louder until-”
“You hear him come down the stairs. Then you’ll empty out the batteries into a bag and hide.” She paused. “Oh! And you’ll wear these.” Stacy fetched a bag of plastic gloves.
“I don’t think he’s planning to identify our DNA, Stacy,” Barry said dryly.
Both girls glared at him.
“What?” he screeched.
“It’s scarier if he can’t tell a fingerprint.”
“Exactly,” Iris added in.
Barry held up his hands in surrender.
“Continue, Stacy.”
“My dad just bought me the top-of-the-line camera, because he knows I love taking pictures and want to go into that in college, so, I will just be sitting in my room taking pictures of Tony wherever I can grab them. Then I’ll move to another room and send them to his phone from an unknown number.”
“How will you do that?” Iris asked curiously.
“Easy.” Stacy grinned. “My dad has a burner phone he never uses. I’ll plug the pictures into that, and off it goes to scare the shit out of our next-door bully.”
“It’s perfect!”
“Of course there are prank calls – Tony always picks up his phone, no matter the number. He’s an idiot like that, but it’s something I’ve noticed. And while they never use it anymore, they do still have a landline. So calling that will be doubly as terrifying.”
“Ooo, what about lights? Flicking the lights on and off? Isn’t that a good idea?”
Stacy gnawed on her bottom lip.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea, Barry. And there’s a master switch to all the lights in the basement right under the stairs. You’ll have to take a flashlight with you, but I have like three here, so it shouldn’t be a problem. There’s a second stairway in the basement too that leads outside. That’s your back-up exit if the front door gets blocked.”
Iris took a breath the same moment Barry exhaled.
“You guys got this,” Stacy assured them.
Iris smiled tentatively.
“Let’s get the son of a bitch.”
…
They were halfway up the front steps to the Woodward mansion when Barry heaved a heavy sigh.
“Oh, no.”
Iris froze and whipped her head around to look at him.
“What now?”
“We didn’t talk about a way to get in!” he said heatedly. “This whole thing isn’t going to work if we can’t actually get in the building.”
Iris’ panicked irritation faded instantly, and she smiled.
“What? Why are you smiling? This isn’t funny.”
She pulled what looked to be a bobby pin out of her ponytail.
“It’s a little funny.”
“A bobby pin? Are you serious?”
She rolled her eyes and stepped up to the door.
“Have a little faith, Bartholomew.”
He muttered under his breath and joined her.
“Everything okay over there?” Stacy asked through the walkie-talkie.
Iris pushed the door open.
“Just peachy,” Barry replied.
“We’re in,” Iris said.
“Great,” Stacy replied. “Talk to me if you need me.”
“Will do.”
Iris stuck the walkie-talkie in her back pocket and continued into the house, Barry close at her heels.
“Whoa. This place is huge.” His eyes went wide, and Iris smirked, admiring the cute nerd that he was.
“You’ve been here before, Barry.”
He snorted. “Yeah, maybe like…two years ago, on accident.”
“There was no accident in me forcing you to come with me.”
They shared a look and smiled.
“Hey, guys, maybe close the front door, so they don’t think there’s been a break-in if someone comes home early?” Stacy suggested.
“Oh, right.” Barry went to shut the door softly and lock it.
“Door secured.” Iris pulled out the two flashlights from the backpack Stacy had given her and handed one to Barry. “Here you go.”
“What? It’s still light out.”
“Go into the basement and find size 12 shoes in that box like Stacy described.”
“Can’t I just turn on the light?”
“We don’t know when he’ll get back. Just do it.”
“Okay, okay,” he muttered. “It’d be a lot easier if you came with me, but whatever.”
Iris rolled her eyes at the top of the steps and waited.
“Big baby,” she mumbled.
Five minutes passed, and she started getting anxious.
“You find it?” she called down the flight of stairs.
“Yeah, I think so!” he called up.
“Okay, then bring them up! We still have to scope the place out.”
“Yeah, yeah, Miss Bossy.”
She laughed and turned to face him.
“Barry Allen, I swear-”
He stopped one step before the top, putting their faces level with each other, and making her gasp, making them hold that moment for a bit longer than expected. And Iris could swear his eyes dipped down to her lips. She could swear it!
But maybe she was imagining things.
Clearing her throat, she gestured down the hall.
“Let’s check out the TV and the stereo, find the remotes, so we know what to do.”
“Uh, right, sure.”
He blinked and nearly stumbled over his feet on his way up the last step, but he managed not to run into her and hid his blush well enough in the shadows. Soon enough they had everything set up and scoped out. A quick check in with Stacy told them that she was in position to take pictures as well and that her parents were still not home.
They waited for what felt like hours, and at 6:01pm on the dot, they got confirmation that Tony’s car had pulled up. It was just him thankfully, and it gave Barry and Iris a chance to hide in a nearly empty closet down a side hallway just before Tony opened the door with his key and came in, shutting the door behind him.
They could hear him take off his shoes and heave a heavy sigh as he went up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door behind him, which was weird, Iris thought, since he was home alone, but she brushed it aside, checking her glow-in-the-dark watch to see that a minute had passed.
“Okay, let’s go,” she whispered.
“Hurry, guys,” Stacy said softly. “He’s putting his headphones on.”
“Barry, you change the shoes. I’ll turn on the TV.”
Barry did as he was told, replacing the new shoes with old ones in the exact position that they’d been kicked off. Iris turned on the TV and boosted the volume to about 30, not too loud, maybe normal volume, and waited.
“Dad? Is that you?” They heard Tony call out.
Barry ducked into the living room, so he wouldn’t be in plain sight should Tony walk into the hall. He used a thumb’s up sign to tell Iris to boost the volume, while he hit the power button for the stereo across the room.
Tony, confused, made his way down the hall and down the stairs, the sound muting the frantic rush Barry and Iris had to get the batteries out of both remotes and hide in the living room closet off to the side.
Inside Barry held his breath. Iris was huddled against him, also trying not to breathe, but what she didn’t know was how equally turned-on Barry was with her pressed up against him, willing himself not to get a hard-on at this most inopportune time.
Iris was oblivious. She lifted up three fingers, then two, then one, and slowly they emerged after Tony’s footsteps disappeared. He’d unplugged both the TV and the stereo after frustratingly discovering both remotes were without batteries and muttering some profanities.
Iris pointed towards the basement, and they – silent as mice – ran to the cement stairs, turning on their flashlights as soon as they were enveloped in the darkness.
Barry gripped one railing and held out his other arm to steady Iris as they descended the staircase. It took a little while, but they found the master switches.
“Stacy,” Iris whispered into her walkie-talkie. “Call him.”
“You got it,” she whispered back.
In his bedroom, Tony was sitting at his gaming station, about to play when his phone rang. Annoyed, he picked it up and saw UNKNOWN NUMBER flash across it. Not thinking anything of it, he answered.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“Hello?” he asked again.
Continued silence.
He hung up.
“Whatever.”
It rang again, and he sighed.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
“HELLO?” he answered, louder this time.
Silence.
“This isn’t funny.”
The lights started to flicker in his room.
“What the…hell?”
He got up and peeked down the hall, saw those lights flickering too. His phone started beeping, and he saw he was receiving an influx of pictures from the unknown number of him! Standing in his bedroom!
He went to the window to see if Stacy Conwell was playing tricks on him, but her bedroom light was off. In fact, the whole house was dark, so it couldn’t be her.
“What in the…”
More pictures flooded in. The flickering stopped, all lights off, but when he tried to turn the lights back on, he got a zap on his fingers, and they stayed off.
He stormed out into the hallway.
“Whoever you are, I’ll call the cops on your ass!”
A loud dong sounded from the grandfather clock in his front hall, which was weird because as far as he knew that clock had been broken for years.
Jazz music started to play from the stereo in the living room, and he flew down the staircase.
“Come out, you bastard!”
No one was in the room, but not thinking, he picked up the remote to turn off the stereo, and the button worked! It turned off! He checked the batteries case, and the batteries were there!
The lights started to flicker again, and he dropped the remote. Then all the house was ablaze with light. Breathing heavily, he didn’t even hear the muted footsteps slipping towards the front door or the panicked whispers when his visitors couldn’t figure out how to unlock the door from the inside.
But he did hear the loud slam, and he ran to the window, then the door. He flung himself out onto the front porch. The whole yard was lit up from the porch lights, but he couldn’t see a soul. And when he returned into the house to slip on his shoes before going into the yard…they didn’t fit.
The grandfather clock started ticking louder and louder. It was enough to snatch his keys and run across the yard to his car in his socks and drive the hell out of there.
“Fuck you!” he called out to whoever was doing it to him. “Fuck this shit!”
Barry and Iris came out of the bushes at the same time Stacy came out of her front door. She held out her hands to high five them both, and they all grinned.
“How’d it go?” she asked.
“Piece of cake.” Iris grinned.
Stacy looked at Barry for confirmation, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Iris, who was practically glowing from the adrenaline of it all.
“Barry?”
“Oh! Uh, what she said.” He cleared his throat.
She rolled her eyes and smiled knowingly before gesturing towards the house.
“Come on in. You guys deserve a snack after all you just went through.”
“Couldn’t do it without you, Stace,” Iris said, and Barry nodded his agreement.
About five minutes later, Stacy’s parents came in the door, apologizing for taking so long and going into a long-detailed story of what all had kept them so long. The three teens said it was okay, and that they had worked out how to do the homework without their help after all.
Surprised and delighted, Mrs. Conwell said, “Well, I better get you two home then.”
Stacy hugged Iris and side-hugged Barry at the door, and the two girls shared a wink when Stacy’s parents weren’t looking. Iris shared a look with Barry in the car, a smug grin that he shyly reciprocated.
And then she remembered how he’d looked at her earlier that evening, and how they’d been in such close quarters on multiple occasions, and how she’d felt things that she hadn’t felt before on each occasion. And right now, her heart was racing, and she felt the inexplicable urge to-
“What?” Barry asked.
She shook her head and smiled faintly, in disbelief that she’d been so see-through with her emotions.
“Nothing,” she said. “It was just a good night.”
The corner of his lips twitched, and he linked his pinky with hers on the seat between them.
“To a good night.”
Her eyes sparkled, and for some reason she felt suddenly breathless. She squeezed his pinky and bit her bottom lip before responding.
“A good night.”
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As I prepare to head back out to the field, I wonder what cast of characters I’ll meet this time. I’ve lived with some pretty interesting people the last three excavations. I’m just hoping living in the steppe with the same people for two months won’t drive me insane.
My first roommate in Mesa Verde was a sweet person with a terrible foot fungal problem that made the entire barrack smell. Another guy from that dig was a funny kid (he was the annoying younger brother type who grows on you) who would get so in the adhd zone that he’d forget to drink water (totally relatable, I do the same thing). Luckily this was just for a week. We didn’t spend enough time to hate each other and there were 40 students, which made it easy to find someone to chat with.
The team in Turkey was more difficult. There were 20 people attached to the American team and 30 Turkish students. My first roommate as a bio Chem major who was unprepared for hard labor (granted I wasn’t ready for hauling boulders either, but at least I brought a water bottle) and had the nerve to steal from me on the second day of work. There was a former tattoo artist turned art history/archaeology grad student who made it her main personality trait to bully the 20-yr students (she eventually calmed down and is now bearable to be around). Luckily there was a nurse turned art history major who became my best friend there. I could be her daughter, but we both felt like sisters (our parents are the same age).
The Portuguese team was fun but oh man was there drama. Lovely people, don’t get me wrong. But living on top of each other and spending every waking moment w the same 18 people for a month will drive most people up the wall. We had Toilet Man who wouldn’t show up to work half the time and (the major crime) would hog the shower for an hour at time when there were 5 other people waiting. We had a grad student who had been a supervisor at a previous dig try to act like a supervisor at this dig (hint: this made her unpopular with the actual supervisor and her housemates). Unfortunately, one of my housemates actually lost it in the last week and almost tried to abandon the team. He ended up w a horrible nose bleed (from dry air—it wasn’t the field director) that caused him to pass out on the floor, which exempted him from field work. And i couldn’t handle people wearing shoes inside the house and chased my housemates with a mop when they tracked cow shit and decomp into the house (I don’t I was completely in the wrong for this). My salvation was the German medical student who also juggles and we would have fun attempting different passing combos. And one of the Americans who also liked traveling solo (we would break away from every else on trip days, and go around together).
But yea. I heard from the field director for this summer and it looks like a smallish team plus a local work team. And we’re living in tents. This will be interesting. At least there aren’t floors for me to panic about. And this is an actual research project instead of a field school, so there is hopefully more work and less time for drama (doubtful)
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Riverdale High and Arthur
My junior year despite everything I had been through prior to…I don’t really think I had the time to process what I went through we moved so much but yet everything seems to be connected in a way…
My junior year we had to wear uniforms so I wasn’t getting clowned for my clothes. I just had to make sure my shoes were somewhat decent. My junior year wasn’t bad at all majority of my friends from the southside aside from who I knew through my cousin I’m still friends with to this day. I was messing with Marlon again and it was PUBLIC. Remember how I said before the men prior weren’t public either me except Preston even though me and him never dated. However me and Marlon did and we had sex once. Me and Marlon ended up breaking up and he began dating and messing around with their girls and then got with Melvinna she even got his name tatted on her. It’s funny because that hurt my feelings at one point. Melvinna knowing how much I cared about him kinda rubbed that in my face much like the girls either Preston…Melvinna was from New York, ready to fight from the the slums and I was not so now looking back I see why it didn’t work out. Throughout the school year aside from Marlon I began seeing familiar faces. Remember I went to Church St so everybody had initially went to elementary school they were at Riverdale. See how my past tends resurface on me?
I had more friends, I tried out for the cheer team AND MADE IT! And dated Autman for a short period. I made the varsity cheerleading team but because of my situation at home I had to quit because of transportation and was cut short of that luxury. This is when my mom was staying with my grandfather but initially we moved and she had her own but by that time I couldn’t come back and Ms. Coates dropped me from the team that year. Towards the end of the year I tried out again, we had been living in our own home and I would just cop a ride with one of the girls that stayed in my neighborhood rather than relying on my mom. I made the varsity team again for my senior year, and even made a New Romantic love interest.
Me and Arthur a story I don’t really like to talk about because he was my FIRST actual relationship. I mean yea I had crushes and had lost my virginity but this was my first real “boyfriend.” Arthur unlinke the Arthur guys I was with we actually took some time to get to know each other. Back then twitter was a big deal and a way to communciate. Me and him would always joke with each other me and his friends …now yall know im not new to the guy friend groups but this was actually really fun and I liked him a lot so why not?
Arthur ended up asking me to be his girlfriend through DM. We were playing some confession game on twitter and he asked. Me and Arthur were hanging out and communicating ALOT. Mind you I hadn’t experienced something like this EVER! This experience I was feeling was something I wanted to feel in middle school and the earlier stages in highschool. My younger self that suffered and endured so much pain that was robbed of that and bullied was very happy.
I became very obsessed with him and when we started having sex I remember it like it was yesterday, I got my cousin to come pick me up and take me over to his house. We were chilling and it just happened it was one of the best feelings of my life. He felt so good IT felt good. Mind you the last time I had sex was with Marlon in his bathroom…so let’s just say this was my first romantic connection. After we finished I just obsessed about him. I thought about the sex. I even stole my mom’s car to go see him.
Arthur was a highlight for me. Much like the bullied phase. Everything was going up for me. I was on the varsity cheer team, I was making friends, I had a boyfriend, I am being invited to parties…I HAD EVERY THING. Even if the friendships were superficial I FELT ALIVE FOR ONCE. I even won homecoming queen with the help of the cheer team.
By the end of my senior year Arthur and I were fighting a lot we were deciding where would we go college wise. Everybody was planning to go their separate ways. I was ready to chase Arthur despite our on and offs. He was planning to go to Albany and me Savannah state. One of the girls on the cheer team Camille she convinced me. When I was going through my breakup I hung out with her a lot and ended up going to SSU. We graduated and we our separate ways. I was more devastated than ever. Mind you as before I’ve been sad over guys but this was different Arthur was my first real boyfriend we won’t out together I met his mom he met mines, we did things together that I never did before. We had sex on my period. When we broke I didn’t eat for days, I wanted to die, the demon that is called depression TOOK me down.
My mom not empathetic towards my feelings didn’t say much about it because we were moving again she said it needed to happen. Not having much time to heal from my break up with Arthur we ended up moving back in with my grandmother in Decatur. I had found out through twitter that Arthur was dating some girl at Albany name Brishay. His friends were on board to. I was heartbroken because all I could think about the summers we played on twitter and how Arthur was with me now he is with a new crowd in college. This betrayal made me look at the friends of the guy you are dating..they are truly not your friends and dog you put behind ur back when it’s over.
So now dealing with my heartbreak from Arthur we are back in my grandmothers one bedroom apartment. I no longer have privacy or the time to feel what I feel. My mom is still seeing Andy so whenever she wasn’t at my grandmas place she was with him and then
the summer before college 2013 began
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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)
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“Hey newbie!”
You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.
“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”
“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?”
“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”
“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”
“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”
“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”
“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”
Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.
“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”
“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off.
Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully.
“Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”
“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”
“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”
“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”
“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”
“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded.
“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”
“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”
“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point.
“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”
Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime.
“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.
... at the party
“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!”
Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!
You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?”
The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”
“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.
“Somethin wrong?”
Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you.
“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”
Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”
“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”
“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”
“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.
“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.
“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”
“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”
“Shush...don’t think.”
“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”
“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming.
“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.
“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.
You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door.
You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.
“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”
“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”
Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.
“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”
“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.
There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him.
You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.
“Stu.” you concluded.
“....You said my name.” he flirted.
“Care to explain?”
“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.
It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.
Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.
“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?”
You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.
“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.
“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”
“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead.
“Not what I meant, but works for me.”
As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind.
“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound.
You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.
“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”
“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.
“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.
“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.
“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear.
“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”
Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.
“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”
“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.
Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest.
“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping.
“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face.
“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.
“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.
“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”
“You guys are-”
“Absolutely.”
“And this party was-”
“Smart girl.”
“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed.
“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.
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felix and luka ( separately ) with a fem! s/o who has that pastely soft aesthetic and has the matching personality to go with it ! ( naive , kind , caring etc etc ) but can get very very bitchy when angry!
HELLO! I’m super sorry about the wait but here it is hehe <3 i tried to make it as accurate as possible so i hope you like it !
Pairings: Luka Couffaine X Reader , Felix Graham De Vanily X Reader.
Warnings: swearing!
Felix
Felix Graham de Vanily has never imagined the day when he would be actually in love - but it actually happened and he wasn’t even prepared for it.
Needless to say, it hit him like a truck and sent him to heaven.
This was his heaven, being on a big bed with you and playing with your hair while you watched your favourite show on Netflix.
“I told you he was going to be the bad guy! I knew it all along!” You exclaimed and jumped up, startling him but ultimately, making him smile.
“It was quite obvious my love.” He chuckles and you pout, crossing your arms while you plop back down next to him.
“But he was my favourite character Felix! And he’s probably going to die now too.” You look up at him and he can’t help but smile at your adorable, pouting face.
He cups your face in his hands and you instantly smile when you see his smile. It was contagious. He rarely smiled so you just feel so much joy bubbling inside of you when the blond smiled at you and you couldn’t help it.
He quickly kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle before crawling on his lap, peppering his face with kisses and completely ignoring the show you were watching.
The room was filled with little kissing noises and giggles coming from both of you.
His hand moves from your waist to your thighs, caressing the fabric of the white thigh high socks you were wearing beneath your pink tennis skirt.
His touch comforted you and you close your eyes, resting your forehead on his and humming gently.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out of the blue and you gently open your eyes, staring right into his.
A blush creeps on your cheeks and you part your lips, inching closer to his face to kiss him.
A thought bursts through your head move your lips could touch and you smile brightly.
“Can we go feed the ducks again?” You ask him, your eyes bright and excited at the memory of the last time you went with him.
He took you to the park last time and you fed the ducks together because it was something he enjoyed doing as a child with his nanny. You didn’t know that such a simple activity could bring him so much joy and you were looking forward to the next time you two did it.
His face lights up and he nods, “Of course darling.” He replies and you excitedly hop off of his lap. “Wait you meant right now?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
You were already lacing up your boots so you look at him over your shoulder and pout. “Yes?” You question.
“I thought we were going to..you know..” He looks away sheepishly.
You smirk at him. “Don’t worry Felix, you can have me all to yourself later, I promise.” You say and finish with a wink.
He nods and blushes, letting out a small chuckle.
You finish up putting on your boots and wait for him to get ready before the two of you head out of his house hand in hand.
You two walk through the park, his hand in one of your hands and in the other hand you held a small paper bag full of bread for the ducks.
Children were playing all over the park and people were chatting around you. It was nice to get out of the house with him sometimes, even if he does prefer staying at home.
“Oh look it’s Felix.” A male voice said which was followed by laughter.
You feel Felix tense up and he freezes.
You were quite confused as to what was happening so you decide to turn around and see two guys around the same age as Felix and you.
“Please ignore them my love, let’s go.” He whispers to you and you furrow your eyebrows at them before nodding to Felix.
“I see you got yourself a little girlfriend.” They speak again and you can hear their footsteps behind you. “You’re making a big mistake dating that little pansy babe, come with us and we’ll show you what a real man is like.”
You were livid.
You couldn’t control yourself so you turn around, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand.
“A real man huh?” You say and cross your arms over your chest, walking up to them. “I’d rather die than date one of you hideous mother fuckers.”
They were taken aback, wide eyed, probably not expecting you to talk back.
“Felix is more of a man than you ever will be.” You stare right into the bully’s eyes. “When was the last time you ever got some huh?” your lips curl into a smirk.
“I-i…uhm, well..” he stutters and the other nudges him, mouthing something.
“That’s what I thought.” You say and turn around. “Don’t ever come for my boyfriend again.” You state and grab felix’s hand, looking up at him.
His face was beet red, his eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but grab the back of his head and kiss him right then and there.
He smiles against your lips and you pull away before the two of you walk away from them.
“That was..” He clears his throat. “hot.” He blurts out.
You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle.
The two of you continue your day near the lake, laughing and throwing bread for the ducks to eat.
He made you feel safe and now you were at peace knowing you did the same to him too.
Luka
You’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.
Your boyfriend’s first opening gig with his band.
It wasn’t something grand and big – I mean, it was just a small pub downtown but you knew this was a big night for him and so it turned out to be a big night for you too.
You were ready to show him all your support and love, wearing your favourite flowy dress and his lucky guitar pick hanging on a silver chain around your neck.
Your friend Marinette was by your side, she even designed the costumes for everyone so both of you were super psyched for what was happening.
You made your way to the back stage and saw your boyfriend, Luka, sitting down on a chair and tuning his guitar, nodding his head to the beat.
“Luka..” You whisper and tap his shoulder.
He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smile instantly making it’s way on his face.
“There’s my favourite girl.” He says and gets up, hugging you tightly while you giggle. “I’m so glad you could make it.” He says quietly.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say and kiss him on the cheek.
He kisses you on the forehead and pulls away from the hug, wrapping an arm around your neck.
“Hey Marinette.” He says and smiles at her.
The bluenette grins at the two of you. “Are you excited?” She asks.
“More like nervous.” Luka replies and let’s out a heavy breath. “I’m not usually this nervous but damn, I can’t believe we finally got a gig.”
You look up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes. “Don’t be nervous Luka, I know it’s going to go great.” You reassure him and he smiles down at you, nodding.
Luka is a really calm person so seeing him nervous means that this really means a lot to him. He has been practicing for weeks and you couldn’t be more proud of how far he’s come.
You gasp at the sudden realisation of something and move away from his grasp, rummaging through your little back pack.
“A-ha!” You say and pull out a blue bracelet that you made yourself.
You look up at Luka and smile before handing it to him.
“I made this for you and I want you to wear it tonight for goodluck.” You say, your cheeks heating up when you look at him as he stares at the bracelet you made. “Since you gave me your lucky guitar pick for me to wear, I thought I should give you some luck of my own.” You look down at your shoes sheepishly.
“You’re an absolute angel, have I ever told you that?” He says and grabs your hand, making you look up at him.
You glance down at his wrist and see that he already put on the bracelet.
You get on your tip toes and give him a small kiss on the lips.
“Thank you.” He whispers and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Guys get ready in 5” Someone says from the curtains and Luka instantly stiffens up.
You give him one last kiss on the cheek before walking next to Marinette.
“Goodluck.” You say and give him a reassuring smile as you wave at him.
He nods at you and runs a hand through is hair before grabbing his guitar.
You and Marinette leave back stage and make your way to your seats.
The pub was small so it easily got crowded with people.
You sigh and play with your hair. “I’m so nervous for Luka, Mari.” You tell Marinette.
She rubs your shoulder to calm you down and shakes her head.
“He’s going to do just fine girl, you’ll see.” She says and gives you a bright smile which comforted you.
The background music playing in the pub fades away and the lights start to dim.
“La bulle proudly presents, Kitty Section!” A voice says over the speakers and whistles and claps fill the room.
The curtains open and it reveals the band in their designated places.
You glance at Luka and smile at him before the music starts.
Rose was in front, singing her heart out to their original song and Luka was behind her, nodding his head as he played the guitar with passion.
You admired him and his talents, he used to write and sing so many songs for you, little did you know that one day he would actually be performing in front of a real audience.
Luka was vocalising to the chorus with rose and his eyes suddenly find yours.
He looked amazing.
The clothes that Marinette styled them with, his skin glistening under the lights and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.
You bit your lip as you kept looking at him. He was so into the song, so immersed in everything and it was so fucking hot to you.
He noticed this and his lips curled into a small smirk.
“Wow.” You breathed out quietly.
Marinette was beaming at the band and clapping. “I know right!” She laughs happily.
You grinned and sat up as they ended and clapped.
The whole pub was clapping for your boyfriends band and you were so happy for them.
Everyone was walking to talk to them of greet them and all you had on your mind was Luka, you just wanted to hug him and congratulate him and maybe even make out with him in the bathroom.
“Excuse me.” You mutter as you try to make way towards him.
Your eye catches a blonde girl in front of him, talking to him and laughing.
You freeze and something bubbles inside of you.
Jealousy?
You weren’t the type to be jealous but you couldn’t help the feeling.
You decided not to think much of it and gulped, continuing to make your way toward them.
“Can you like, sign my boobs?” You hear her say and giggle.
“Pardon?” Luka blurts out, looking at her with wide eyes.
Nope. That was it.
You quickly move between the last few people and walk up to them.
The girl started to unbutton her shirt and you furrowed your eyebrows.
Before anything else could happen you made your way to Luka and grabbed his shirt, kissing him.
The girl stopped her movements but held her hand on the buttons of her shirt.
You pull away from Luka and watch him as he blinks a few times, dazed as to what just happened.
“go show your boobs to someone else you skank.” You spit out, narrowing your eyes at her.
She scoffs at you and flips her hair before walking away from you guys.
You clench your jaw and Luka grabs your hand.
“Hey, are you okay?” Luka says and you huff.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You look away from him and frown.
“You know, I wasn’t going to sign her boobs.” He says and shrugs.
You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You murmur.
“Didn’t know you could be so jealous.” He says in a teasing voice.
It was your turn to scoff and you look at him. “I wasn’t jealous.”
“Uh-huh.” He says and you stare into his eyes for a moment.
He was smirking at you, so calm, while you were red and angry inside at the thought of some bitch showing her boobs to your boyfriend.
Next thing you knew though, you were sitting on the sink of the pubs bathroom, making out with your boyfriend.
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I Can Be Your Type
***I wanted to write some fluff, and all of my current requests, except for maybe one, have angst in them in one form or another. SO I decided to complete the prompt that @poppi144 and I discussed during a "party time" here. So this is happening. Enjoy a break from the angst.***
Summary: Asmodeus is bored one day and, more importantly, he doesn't think he can stand looking at the eyesore of Satan's clothing choices for a second longer. A makeover ensues much to the amusement of the other brothers and annoyance of Satan...that is until MC sees it.
Asmodeus smiled mischievously as he peaked into Satan's room.
Sitting in his chair, peacefully reading a book and enjoying his day, was Asmodeus's target. He giggled to himself and skipped over to him. "Oh, Satan~" Asmo began in a sing-song voice.
Satan's grip noticeably tightened on the book, but he didn't look away from the pages. "What do you need, Asmo? I'm trying to read."
A glance at the cover told him that Satan was reading "Cultural Traditions and Practices of the Humans Realm". Asmo's smile grew. This really was perfect.
He draped himself over the back of his brother's chair. "I just thought that perhaps we could help each other out! You see, I am extremely bored and want something to do. Preferably, giving you a makeover."
The blond sighed as he flipped the page of his book. "Why in Diavolo's name, would I agree to that?"
Asmodeus's grin widened as he swiped Satan's book from his hand and waved it in front of his face. "Because I can turn you into MC's type."
Satan paused as a blush dusted across his cheeks.
Checkmate.
Satan looked at Asmodeus with intrigue. "They have a type?"
The Avatar of Lust laughed as he turned towards the door. "Oh, big brother, you have so much to learn if you actually want to stand a chance against me at winning MC's heart," he smiled over his shoulder. "Come on. Let me work my magic."
Satan gave Asmodeus a skeptical look, but sighed and rose to his feet. If there was even the slightest chance of this working, it would be worth it.
***
It was not worth it.
Satan glared at his reflection in the mirror, "I look ridiculous."
Asmodeus giggled as he straightened out the leather, hooded jacket that Satan was wearing. "Nonsense! I put this outfit together myself which means you look amazing!" He beamed at Satan as he took a step back and admired his work. "You look dangerous, mysterious, enticing, cool-"
"Foolish," Satan cut off and groaned as he fiddled with the leather cord necklace Asmodeus had put on him. "There's no way this will actually work. You just did this to make me look stupid."
Asmo gasped and put a hand on his chest in mock offence. "Like I would ever do something like that to my favourite brother!" Satan just gave him an unimpressed look and began to take off the jacket. Asmodeus quickly rushed over to stop him. "Wait, wait, wait! This wasn't a prank. I seriously think this is MC's type! Trust me on this. At least let them see you in it."
Satan frowned and looked in the mirror. He looked like the stereotypical bad boy in all those animes that Levi watches. He was layered in a white t-shirt with a jacket that appeared to be some kind of leather jacket/hoodie hybrid. The jeans weren't bad. He wore skinny jeans on a regular basis. But these were black and had rips on the knees. His normal dress shoes had been replaced with a pair of black Doc Martins.
Asmodeus had even gone so far as to stylistically mess up his hair a little with some gel, and add a very subtle touch of eyeliner around his eyes.
Was this really what you were attracted to?
Satan huffed and turned to Asmodeus. "Fine. But if they laugh, you will regret this Asmodeus."
Asmo let out a cheer as he pushed him out of the door. "Yeah, yeah. Doom and gloom. I get it. You know, you're actually very in character for your look right now."
Asmodeus dragged Satan down to the living room where you were supposed to be having a game night with the others. "Oh MC~ I've got a lovely gift for you~" He pushed Satan into the middle of the room and dramatically gestured to him.
Only you weren't in the living room.
Everyone else was, and they thought this was priceless.
Laughter filled the room as the brothers doubled over at the sight of Satan scowling in his bad boy outfit.
"Y-You, your look finally matches your sin! Holy fuck!" Mammon howled as he struggled to breathe through his laughter.
Belphegor nodded and pointed to Mammon as he cackled. "It's like someone just rained on your black parade! You look like you're about to go kick a bunch of puppies!"
Levi snorted and lifted up his phone to take a picture, "This is definitely going on Devilgram."
Satan growled and took a threatening step towards Levi. Lucifer chuckled and wiped a tear from under his eye. "Calm down now. We wouldn't you to ruin your eyeliner."
The laughter doubled in volume as Satan shouted at Lucifer to shut up. Even Beel was laughing along.
"Alright, guys I'm ba-"
Everyone went quiet as you entered the room holding a tray of cookies. You froze and stared at Satan with wide eyes and your jaw dropped, a slight blush on your cheeks. "S-Satan you look-"
A low snarl came from him as he avoided eye contact with you. "Spare me your pretences and just get to the laughing bit. I've had enough of this."
"No!" You squeaked out, causing everyone to stare at you. Your face was quite clearly flushed as you sputtered bashfully. "I-I mean, I wouldn't laugh. You look hot! I-I-I mean good! You look good. Very good indeed," you chuckled nervously and averted your eyes. "Oh Diavolo kill me now," you whispered to yourself.
Asmodeus smiled victoriously while the others gaped at you in shock.
Satan merely smirked and walked closer to you. "Oh? Do you enjoy my appearance MC?"
More flustered noises came from your mouth as you set down the tray. "I certainly don't not like it. It's j-just a good look for you, th-that's all."
Levi looked between the two of you confused. "Wha- MC! He looks like bullies in every high school anime that we've ever watched!"
Satan noted with amusement that you seemed to glance at him with even more interest now. "You mean the ones that tease the protagonist, have a soft side, and nine times out ten builds into an enemies-to-lovers plot with an incredible redemption arc? I'm aware," there was an adorable bashful tone to your voice that made Satan smile wider.
He approached you and took your hand into his own. "Then perhaps I should let you get to know my soft side more? Would you care to join me over some tea and light reading library?" he lowered his tone into a seductive husky rumble. "I have a thousand poems that have reminded me of you, which I would love to share."
The brothers watched in horror as you became even more of a flustered mess and nodded eagerly.
"Eh?! But it's game night MC!" Mammon quickly piped in, throwing in a pair of puppy dog eyes for good measure.
You barely glanced in his direction. "Lucifer had just beat me out of the round anyway. You guys enjoy the cookies, I'm going to catch up with Satan."
The fourth born led you by the hand as he looked back and smirked at the others. "Enjoy your game night, and thanks for the help Asmo."
Silence filled the room after you two left.
"Damn. That worked better than intended," Asmo stated with slight envy on his tongue.
Mammon glared at him. "Ya had to give him a make-over and make him look like a hunk, didn't ya?"
Lucifer leaned back watching the door. "It's unfortunate. Though perhaps not an entirely negative thing. We can learn something from this," everyone looked at Lucifer curiously.
For the next two weeks, the House of Lamentation was full of leather jackets and eyeliner.
*** This was so fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed it 😊***
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