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tablefourtwo · 2 years

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if you’re too shy (let me know) (pp)

inspired by this euphoria scene. peter helps his longtime crush take nudes that are meant for someone else. angst, tension, thirdwheel!peter. [0.9k]

from fighting back against his long term bully, eugene ‘flash’ thompson, to taking down giant lizards, this was probably the most life threatening, hazardous situation peter has ever gotten himself into. he should honestly be dead by now considering how long he’s been holding his breath in for.

if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975 plays in the background while he makes this assumption, soothingly and absently, as if it’s mocking peter. he almost forgets his current position. almost. peter’s on his knees in front of your bed, watching, eyes glazed over, as you reposition yourself above him.

“i feel like that’s good.” you mumble, wrapping your hand around his own that was currently holding your phone at an upward angle. “does it look real? does it look like i’m taking it?” you smiled, eyes wide and still directed at the phone camera.

peter smiles back for a moment before realising that your smile, tight, with your pearly whites exposed, wasn’t for him. no, these were for someone peter didn’t even know the name of, he tries to remember if he even bothered asking.

“maybe try to loosen up a bit, but straighten up your posture, still.” peter tries to smirk, right corner of his lip forcibly pulled up into a desperate attempt at hiding what he truly felt. what he didn’t even know he felt.

there’s something about your stare that makes peter nervous and makes him say things that he doesn’t mean. like just now— you looked perfect and the mystery man on your phone would be lucky enough to even receive one of these photos in the first place.

peter tenses at the thought, god i sound like a simp. serves you right for agreeing to do this, he thinks.

“are you okay? your hand is like— really warm.” your eyes meet his. “no- yeah, yeah, yeah. that’s good. um, maybe tilt your head down a bit.” peter suggested, his other hand that wasn’t under yours motioning at his own chin.

you hummed, muttering a “good call, that angle probably wasn’t doing it for me.” while leaning your head down a bit, eyes meeting the phone lense once again.

peter wanted to say something along the lines of ‘no angle could possibly do that.’ or ‘every angle does it for you.’ but decided against it, considering the fact that you were probably already uncomfortable.

“make me look good.” you mumbled, biting your lips subtlety for the camera. “always.” peter scoffs jokingly, desperately trying to loosen up in his awkward position.

you were in your nicest bra, a baby pink victoria secret one that you contemplated buying for a while. the dainty undergarment had a small heart shaped golden charm tied into it that produced a soft and dreamy glare in front of the camera.

meeting your own eyes in your vanity mirror, the unease finally caught up to you. “this is a really bad angle for me.” “no it isn’t, shut up.” peter murmurs back but his eyes betray his unbothered façade, quickly lifting up to yours, ready to stop the second you get uncomfortable. “how do i turn on grids on this?” peter jokes, hoping to get to see your pretty smile again.

he gets what he wants because a second later you bark out a laugh. “grids? peter this isn’t vogue.” you grin, and the nerdy joke, peter decides, was 100% worth it when he looks up and realises that your gaze is on him.

it takes a moment for him to snakily retort back.

“okay, excuse me for not making this another one of your blurry, horizontal snapchats where you can barley see anything. i’m an artist, you know. i have to hold myself up to a standard. even if they are your nudes.” peter hopes that the lighthearted joke will throw you off on how rigid he was being, and if you hadn’t been throwing your head back laughing at his sarcasm, you would’ve noticed the deep flush in his cheeks.

“you’re such a dork.” you jabbed, lifting the corners of your lips while doing so. “the baby my neighbour paid me to shoot was a better model than you.” he retorts back. and for a while, it’s intimate, the situation. it’s almost something romantic, and peter thinks it’s worth being the third wheel to you and the mystery man on your phone if it means you’re going to smile and laugh at every one of his jokes and looks.

“do you want a couple with portrait mode on?” he jokes, for what he presumes is the forth time. god, parker, give it a rest, he thinks. finally lowering your phone and exiting the camera app. his repetition doesn’t stop you from giggling. “fuck off.”

he hands your phone to you and you move to lay on your stomach, while you scroll through the photos. “wait this one actually looks like i took it.” you look up at peter, grinning. “right?” he’s still on the floor, gaze dreamy, when he replies; “yeah.”

“these are amazing. thanks, pete.” you pick out your favourite one and send it to the mystery man before getting up to put your shirt back on, feeling peter’s eyes on you the whole time.

“are you checking me out?” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. the tension between you two materialising as heat in your cheeks.

peter scoffs, “you wish.” thanking god that your shirt was over your head to miss the fact that his eyes were momentarily bulging out of his head.

peter could get used to this, to you, and the sense of intimacy that was involved in being around you.

ding!

“peter, he replied!”

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devinetheory-2 · 3 years

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I found this unnervingly accurate and fascinating.

Things Narcissists Do When They Think No One Is Looking ..

1 – Go through your personal things

2 – Create numerous dating profiles

3 – Try to get in touch with their exes on social media

4 – Visit websites of very dubious merit. KIK Skype etc.

5 – Try to turn your family and friends against you

6 – Plant spyware on your devices or install hidden cameras etc.

7 – Sabotage your finances

8 – Spy on you

9 – Flirt with your best friend (or even your adult children)

10 – Plan secret rendezvous with their side-supply

11 – Hoover old sources of supply (a.k.a., their exes)

12 – Pave the way for their next relationship

If you’ve been in a relationship with someone you suspect is a narcissist, there has likely come a time when you developed a burning desire to know the things narcissists do when they’re by themselves.

If we’re to be sophisticated about it, we must consider that like other citizens of society, they engage in activities that are conducive to maintaining a certain level of livelihood. Things like going to work, having their cars serviced, and going to doctor’s appointments.

But apart from those harmless undertakings, things turn rather bleak.

Narcissists rarely ever admit to it, but all your worst fears regarding your relationship are playing out just underneath the radar of your awareness.

You know that ever-present, vague sense of dread you have in the pit of your stomach, wondering if they’re lying or telling the truth? That’s your intuition, which can cause physical sensations in the body.

Our “gut feelings” are called that for a reason — research suggests that emotion and intuition are very much rooted in the “second brain” in the gut. In fact, Michael Gershon, professor and chair of pathology and cell biology at Columbia, says, “The gut can work independently of any control by the brain in your head—it’s functioning as a second brain. It’s another independent center of integrative neural activity”.

But don’t take my word for it. You can read all about it on Psychology Today in an article titled, Your Backup Brain.

My job here is to give you a breakdown of what the narcissist in your life – employing very specific techniques of psychological depravity – does when they think no one is looking. Hidden secrets that would literally bring you to your knees…

Here, I map out thirteen of the most common things narcissists do when they think no one is looking. The possibilities on this topic are endless, but the following is a sampling of the ones I’m most familiar with, some of which I personally experienced.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Things Narcissists Do When They Think No One Is Looking ..

1 – Go through your personal things

Narcissists are constantly doing things that they will eventually be confronted with. Therefore, they spend inordinate amounts of time trying to dig up the most minuscule piece of incriminating evidence against you so that they will have ammunition when they are finally caught.

Many times, what they find “incriminating” is just a figment of their imagination or something entirely fabricated. For example, I used to work in the banking industry for years before I left to become a teacher and, later, to create this space for narcissistic abuse recovery.

As a bank employee, I wore suits which required me to wear pantyhose. One day, I accidentally tore a hole in a pair of them and discarded them in the trash. My ex, during his regular “dirt diving” practice, found them and confronted me with them, accusing me of having been unfaithful.

Of course, he was entirely wrong, but you can probably imagine how it turned out.

Long story short, narcissists engage in sneaky, underhanded behaviors every day. In many cases, they think other people are like them, but just better at hiding it. In others, they simply want to have something to throw in your face when you discover they’re still doing ‘that thing’ they promised you they would stop doing.

A general exception to this shady practice is the cerebral narcissist, who uses their intelligence to lord over others. They think most people are simpletons who don’t have anything interesting going on in their lives, except, of course, other academics and scholars whom the cerebral narcissist is insanely jealous of.

2 – Create numerous dating profiles

Not all narcissists cheat, but most of them do. The ones who don’t tend to be of the “cerebral” ilk and simply do not enjoy having intimate relations with other people.

But if the narcissist you know is attractive, extroverted, and likes being the center of attention, it is very likely they are doing things you would be horrified to learn about.

To the narcissist, seducing people is another tool for manipulation, control, exploitation, and destroying the self-esteem of their partner(s). In most cases, there’s serial cheating, withholding affection, degrading requests, verbal assaults, and addiction to off-color websites.

Or, on the opposite end of the spectrum, they’re so skilled in the bedroom that their partners often stay in the abusive relationship because they’ve never had it so good, which creates a twisted dynamic leading to self-loathing, guilt, and shame.

At any rate, narcissists have a track record of being serial cheaters. This explains why they generally have their cell phones on lockdown, leave the room when certain calls come in, and are oddly obsessed with a text exchange as you’re sitting down to dinner during your anniversary.

If you’ve caught them doing this, don’t be fooled by their seeming attempt to earn back your trust. It doesn’t matter if they let you go through their phone if they’ve secured a secret line behind your back.

If it feels weird, you’re probably onto something. Don’t ignore your gut on this one.

3 – Try to get in touch with their exes on social media

Imagine this scenario. You’re sitting at your work desk and decide to call your partner (whom you suspect is a narcissist) to check in and get a feel for how things are going. They seem fairly friendly and the two of you make plans for dinner and a movie that night. You hang up feeling relieved and begin to think your recent arguments were probably just normal relationship issues. You feel slightly elated thinking about how the evening will unfold.

The narcissist, however, hangs up and goes back to liking their ex’s Facebook and Instagram photos. The two of you have been arguing a lot lately (due to their relationship crimes), so they have to line up another source or two of narcissistic supply to have as a backup for when you finally come to your senses and give them the much-needed boot.

Moral of the story? Never trust that the narcissist will be a decent person. Ever.

4 – Visit websites of very dubious merit.

Webcam sites, porn, KiK, Snapchat, Tubmblr etc.

Since the media powers-that-be are now filtering and blocking certain terms and phrases, I am unable to express the exact terminology I’d like to use here, but, suffice it to say that many narcissists, when alone, spend hours on various websites of very dubious merit.

Sites that would break your heart and devastate you for weeks on end if you’re in a romantic relationship with them.

If you have discovered your narcissistic partner has been visiting such sites, you can bet with 99% certainty that he or she also has online dating profiles and is probably hooking up with other people behind your back. At the very least, they are likely engaging in things via the internet with people they’ve met online that would make you feel unwell.

5 – Try to turn your family and friends against you

Contrary to popular belief, the narcissist’s smear campaign doesn’t begin just after your breakup. In many cases, it’s been alive and well for some time. You just weren’t aware of it.

The reason everyone now runs in the opposite direction from you or, at the very least, looks at you with a raised eyebrow, is that the narcissist has been smearing your reputation since before the relationship even ended. The two main reasons for this are:

All relationships are doomed in the narcissist’s mind and they want to get a running start on assassinating your character.

They assume you will vent to people in your shared social circle and want to ensure they cut you off at the pass so you will look unstable when you muster the courage to start talking about your experiences.

These actions are to preserve the false image they’ve portrayed all along. Unfortunately, they’re often very successful at doing this. If your friends or family have suddenly started pulling back or questioning your judgement, the narcissist has likely planted the seeds of doubt in their minds. If they openly side with the narcissist when you begin sharing your relationship struggles, it’s time to start whittling down your inner circle.

6 – Plant spyware on your devices or install hidden cameras in your shared residence

This can happen a few different ways.

If you’re dealing with a narcissist, don’t assume they aren’t smart enough to track you using your devices. I’ve seen this assumption come crashing down around people’s ankles more times than I’d like to admit.

One common method that abusers use to legally track you is by using the geolocation services built into all smartphones; if you know, or can guess, the password to someone’s cloud account, you can follow their movements via the software designed to find lost or stolen phones that comes installed on many devices. Many times, the abuser sets up a cloud account for the person they want to track, giving them full access to their target’s location at any moment.

If you suspect you’re dealing with a narcissist, don’t accept a phone from them that they’ve set up for you using their cellular account. If you do, you can assume they’ve set it up to track you.

Another way abusers can keep tabs on you is by installing spyware on your electronic devices. Some of these spyware can be installed remotely. It’s somewhat more difficult to install spyware this way than it used to be, but it still happens.

Most spyware is designed to track not only your location but also monitor your calls, voicemails, texts, and emails – and even watch you using the camera on your device.

7 – Sabotage your finances

I’ve lost count of the number of people I’ve worked with in my coaching practice who’ve been financially devastated because they gave in to the narcissist’s seemingly genuine requests to give them access to their accounts.make you feel unwell.

They may have loaned you money or paid for a big-ticket item at some point to make you believe they are generous, but it was only to instill in you a sense of obligation in preparation for the debilitating shaft you’d get from them later.

Another scheme that falls into this category is their asking for your support while they are unemployed. These schemes are all designed to “break the seal” in the area of financial matters so they can take shocking liberties later, such as:

Getting loans in your name

Taking out a second mortgage on your home without your knowledge

Not paying IRS taxes, resulting in your possible confinement in jail

Expecting you to pay for everything while they save their own money for themselves

Forcing you to get all the utilities and insurances in your name so you’ll have to pay for them all

…and so on and so forth.

If you’ve been having problems in your relationship and believe your partner is a narcissist, it would be in your best interest to avoid mingling your finances in any way. If you already have, start a secret account and begin adding money to it whenever you can. Have your statements delivered to a family member’s address.

Prevent narcissistic financial abuse early by stashing away money when you can and refusing to put your name on any legal documents with them.

8 – Spy on you

We already covered spyware and tracking apps that narcissistic abusers can use to keep tabs on your whereabouts in #6.

However, many narcissists will literally stalk you so they can see what you do when they’re not with you.

While legal definitions of stalking vary from one jurisdiction to another, a good working definition of stalking is unwanted or obsessive attention by an individual toward another person through the carrying out of behaviors intended to frighten, distress the victim, and/or instill a sense of guilt and hopelessness in the victim (which often leads to learned helplessness). Stalking behaviors are related to harassment and intimidation and usually include following the victim (in person) and monitoring them.

According to Lamber Royakkers, author of The Dutch Approach to Stalking Laws (California Criminal Law Review 3, October 2000):

“Stalking is a form of mental assault, in which the perpetrator repeatedly, unwantedly, and disruptively breaks into the life-world of the victim, with whom they have a current relationship or a recent one. Moreover, the separated acts that make up the intrusion cannot by themselves cause the mental abuse, but do taken together (cumulative effect).”

Disruptions in daily life that are necessary to escape a stalker can include changes in employment, residence, and phone numbers. Many targets of stalking have had to move to another country and basically go into hiding.

Many of my coaching clients have been stalked by their narcissistic partners. Stalking behaviors carried out by narcissists can include:

Constant texts, emails, and phone calls

Frequent, unwanted deliveries of gifts, cards, and flowers

Constantly driving by your home

Showing up at your place of employment or favorite hangout

Spreading rumors or publishing personal information about you on social media

Cyberstalking

Using social media to follow and friend your social media followers and friends in order to keep an eye on you

Installing spyware on your computer or cell phone

Finding out about you by using public records or online search services, hiring investigators, going through your garbage, or contacting friends, family, neighbors, or co-workers

Using technology, like hidden cameras or global positioning systems (GPS), to track where you go

Threatening to hurt you, your family, friends, or pets

Stalking is often mistaken as hoovering in that once a source of supply expresses a desire to end the relationship, the narcissist refuses to give up their power by forcing themselves into the victim’s world through harassing, following, and monitoring.

Stalking is a common behavior of narcissists when a source of supply tries to initiate No Contact. When stalking begins, the victim typically has a clearer picture of what kind of person the narcissist is…which is why they want to go No Contact in the first place.

If you believe you are being stalked, you should avoid downplaying the issue as it will only get worse over time. You may have to take protective measures to secure your sense of peace, privacy, and security.

9 – Flirt with your best friend (or even your adult children)

When it comes to narcissistic cheaters, no one is off-limits. In fact, narcissists often derive a twisted sense of accomplishment if they can get your loved one interested in them, like your best friend or adult child.

So, imagine you’re at work and it’s the narcissist’s day off. You think everything is relatively calm and feel a spark of emotional safety. Then, you get a call from your best friend and they give you the very unsettling news that the narcissist has made a pass at them.

If you’re best friend is truly loyal, they will tell you about this the moment it happens.

But in some cases, the flirting continues while remaining a secret. Maybe your friend has experienced a string of failed relationships. Or they’ve recently gone through a difficult divorce. Vulnerability makes a person a prime target in the narcissist’s mind and this may well include your best friend.

My best advice? Never trust the narcissist alone with your friends or family members.

10 – Plan secret rendezvous with their side-supply

Speaking in very general terms, when a narcissist has an out-of-town trip planned, whether for work or for their third cousin’s wedding, there is a strong likelihood that they will meet their side supply there or even take him or her with them.

Narcissists are creatures of economy and rarely pass up an opportunity to groom supply. In fact, the narcissist could well be dubbed The Constant Gardner because they are perpetually trolling for and grooming new targets, even though they always have a main source of narcissistic supply. Furthermore, they are continuously ending relationships for various reasons, especially with those who require a lot of “maintenance” (i.e. normal human interactions) or have stopped giving them money or other fringe benefits. Therefore, they must fill in the gaps left by those they’ve discarded by securing new supply sources.

Those work trips the narcissist always goes on? They could very well be genuine, but don’t be surprised when the new supply calls you, asking who you are and what you’re doing calling the narcissist!

11 – Hoover old sources of supply (a.k.a., their exes)

Narcissists typically don’t let go of their exes completely (unless their exes completely let go of them). They’ve been known to contact old flames out of the blue, sometimes as long as ten years post-breakup!

Not all narcissists do this, but most do. When a person has passed the litmus test for being “good supply”, narcissists literally can’t help themselves and will often reach out in an attempt to resurrect old relationships (albeit, one-sided ones).

This explains why you may have noticed how the narcissist in your life likes to remain “friends” with their exes or wants you to be friends after your relationship has ended.

It gives them an ‘in’ if they ever need to cycle back around.

12 – Pave the way for their next relationship

You’ve probably read a hundred times how narcissists leave relationships and then swan dive right into a new one.

Maybe this happened in the aftermath of your own relationship with a narcissist.

The main reason this happens is because narcissists don’t bond with people. Not romantically, not traumatically (at least, not for them), nor matrimonially. We from these bonds with narcissists, but they are not able to form emotional bonds with us due to their true lack of empathy and inability to attach to others.

Another reason narcissists are able to form relationships so quickly is that, any many cases, the relationship isn’t so new. If you’ll remember from earlier, narcissists are always combing for fresh sources of narcissistic supply. Because of this, most narcissists are perpetually in various stages of relationship with other people, from the shiny, newbie supply to those who are enduring varying levels of the narcissistic abuse cycle.

Therefore, when they showcase the new supply on their social media accounts, it’s usually not someone they’ve just met, though narcissists are often very skilled in making it appear so.

13 – Emotional abuse of partners and spouses

If you’ve ended a romantic relationship with a narcissist, you probably saw them out and about, loving up on the new partner and seemingly having the best time of their life. You see them flashing an engagement ring on social media and sending out ‘save the date’ notifications, broadcasting how silly in love they are and giggling about how they feel like a couple of teenagers.

Your first reaction might be to (stunningly) wonder what this new person has that you don’t. Just maybe, the narcissist had been right about you all along. Perhaps you really ARE the reason your relationship with them didn’t work out.

Then, you feel completely disabled by the seeming about-face the narcissist has made with the new supply, sending you into a depression so deep you can barely get through the day.

This is just another phase of the narcissistic abuse cycle and applies to you the same as it does everyone else. The narcissist you know is no different from the others. As personal and unique as it all may feel, it’s just another blueprint narcissistic manipulation.

When you see this happening, it’s crucial not to take it personally. This is one of the narcissist’s favorite times, when they are love-bombing new supply while simultaneously making you feel like discarded trash. The narcissist can’t help but gloat over how they’re able to make you feel emotionally destroyed, left to pick up the pieces while they’re off living their life as though your history together means nothing.

What you’re not thinking about is how the new supply will be subject to the same emotional abuse that you’ve endured. There are no exceptions to this. Don’t listen to the new trend of so-called professional advice which states that narcissists are only abusive towards YOU because your personality is incompatible with theirs, which is on my list of ‘Stupid Sh*t Therapists Say’.

Narcissists are abusive towards everyone. Regardless of status, ethnicity, intelligence, religious beliefs, or how tiny their waist is. The new supply simply won’t be spared, unfortunately.

Dealing with a narcissist

Healing From the Trauma of Narcissistic Abuse

It’s absolutely crucial to come to terms with the unsettling things narcissists do when they think no one is looking so you can make educated decisions for your future and your wellbeing.

Don’t let yourself fall into a false sense of security because the narcissist knows what to say to soften your defenses and make you doubt your judgement. Pay attention to patterns because patterns don’t lie.

With the right support, you’ll be shocked how amazing it feels when you can flourish on the other side of abuse and heal your life in ways you never

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prettytoxicrevolver · 4 years

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Hair Dye | Michael Clifford

Warnings? None? Just fluffy Michael :)

Requested? Yes indeed! I hope you like it!

Summary: Since everyone has been doing quarantine makeovers, you and Michael decide to join the fun and dye your hair together. However, it wouldn’t be a hair dyeing experience without a few hilarious mistakes along the way

Word Count: 1,894

You and Michael sit at home wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like the millionth day of quarantine. Currently, you were laying on your back up against the couch as Michael laid on top of you, his head reaching your stomach and scrolling on his phone as you catch up on your favorite Netflix show that plays on the flatscreen of your living room.

As you watch tv, your hands mindlessly rake through Michael’s hair and he hums quietly in response. Even though quarantine had been a bit rough on both of you, you were grateful to be able to spend it with the love of your life. Having Michael around was a godsend and what kept you going through the rest of your semester in college.

“Did you see Kennedy’s new hair?” He asks, dropping his phone on your side and looking up at you.

“She did like a galaxy color right? How does that girl manage that in a pandemic?” You ask and Michael laughs making your stomach move.

“I need to dye my hair again, the fans would kill to see that.” He says and your eyes move to the faded strands of dyed hair on Michael's head.

“I’ve been wanting to dye my hair for the summer,”

You and Michael both give each other a look before silently agreeing that today’s activities would include still lounging around the house and probably dyeing each other’s hair. You had dyed your hair at home a couple of times before, with friends, and without parent permission so hopefully this wouldn’t turn out too bad.

“Okay but do I have to get up right now?” Michael asks, tightening his hold around your stomach. “I’m so comfy.”

“Oh get up you big baby,” you say and Michael ungracefully rolls off the couch and falls onto the ground causing laughter from the two of you.

You stand from your position and reach a hand down to help him up which he takes. You help bring him to his feet and he pulls you forward and presses a kiss to your lips making you smile widely. He goes to pull away but you pull him in again for a longer kiss and when you break apart Michaels smirks at you.

“Oh now who’s the one who doesn’t want to move?” He jokes and you roll your eyes.

“Shut up,” you say and he spins you around before lightly pushing you towards your shared bedroom so the two of you can finish getting ready and go to Target to get hair dye.

Once you both have a decent outfit on, Michael grabs the keys to his car and you head out. As he drives to the closest Target, you discuss what color you each wanted to dye your hair.

“I think I might just go blonde again,” Michael says and you look at him across the car.

“Really?”

“It’s easy and I don’t have to keep dyeing it. Why what color do you want me to do?” He asks, meeting your gaze where a smirk appears on your lips.

“I don’t like that look,” he says, and you fake hurt.

“How dare you,” you respond and Michael takes your hand and kisses it.

“All love darling. What’s your idea?”

“How about we pick out hair dye for each other?” You suggest and Michael smiles.

“I love it.”

With that idea set, the rest of the car ride is filled with you and Michael singing along to whatever comes up on your shared playlist. You were beyond excited considering you haven’t dyed your hair in ages and it would be one of the last times you would before you had to go back to school and do internships and fieldwork again.

When you get to Target, you both pull on your masks you keep in Michaels car and step out. As you walk, you pull out your phone and open Snapchat. You pan the camera over to Michael and start talking.

“Michael darling what are we doing today?” You ask and he turns to see you filming him.

“That is a secret, my love,” he jokes and runs back towards you and you stop filming just as he reaches you and wraps his arms around your stomach to pick you up and spin you around.

When he sets you down he takes your hand in his and intertwines it effortlessly as you head into the store. You head straight for the hair dye and you immediately know exactly what color to pick for Michael. You grab some bleach and red hair dye and hide it behind your back as you turn towards Michael and wait as he picks out his color for you.

“If you give me a mean color I’m not talking to you for two weeks,” you say as you head towards self-checkout.

“What in the world is a mean color?”

“Probably orange or green or something. I could never look good in those colors.”

“Darling you look good in everything,” He says and behind the mask you beam widely at your boyfriend.

After checking out, you head back out to Michael's car and home where the dyeing process would start. You once again pull out your phone to open Snapchat and take a picture of Michael with your two target bags to caption it “Any guesses?”

“Okay, do you want me to dye your hair first or mine first?” You ask after setting your phone down and heading into your shared master bathroom where Michael has all the hair dye set up.

“I’ll do yours first and then you can do mine?” He suggests and you nod.

“Take a seat m’ lady,” He jokes and you sit down in the chair you’ve brought in and he pops open the box and the instructions. He plops the unknown color in a bowl and begins to mix it around with a bit of your conditioner before finally turning towards you.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod. He starts at the root of your hair, and applies it practically perfectly as you watch along in the mirror. As he continues to apply the dye, you bop along to the playlist you put on that blasts through the house.

“Stay still,” Michael jokes and you look up at him and smile widely. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to your lips before nudging you to turn back around.

After he finishes applying all of the hair dye to your hair, he twists it and grabs a random plastic bag to tie your hair up. When it’s finished he leans over and kisses your cheek and you get up from your seat. You turn to face him and just as one of your favorite slow songs comes on, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you close while starting to rock you back and forth slowly.

“I probably look disgusting right now,” you say and Michael shakes his head.

“You’re the most stunning girl I have ever seen,” he reminds you and you rest your head on his shoulder.

Once the song ends, you move from Michael’s arms and he sits down where you just were. You open up the box of bleach first and carefully read through the instructions before beginning to mix and apply the hair dye. You put the bleach on first and wait before rinsing it out and blow-drying it. After that’s all done, it’s your turn to rinse out your hair and dry it and you two decide to cover up your mirrors as best as possible to hide the final product.

“Be careful okay?” He says once you start putting on the red dye that he can’t see.

“I’m a master at this hun,” you joke and he laughs at you.

You start at the roots just as he did to yours and move down to the rest of his hair. However, when you get closer to his neck, Michael starts squirming in his seat.

“Michael,” you whine when he moves.

“You’re getting too close to my neck!” he exclaims and you roll your eyes.

You start to apply the brush again near the side of his neck and Micahel jerks to the side again. However this time, you can’t move fast enough and a streak of red goes across his neck and stains it along with his shirt. Your free hand flies to your mouth and you start to giggle causing Michael to turn and look at you.

“What? What happened?”

You can barely get anything out behind the laughter so you gesture towards the half-covered mirror in which Michael stands and takes a peek to see the red hair dye everywhere. He turns to you and you’re still laughing quietly at the sight of the dye.

“Oh you’re so gonna get it,” he says.

“Michael,” you start through uncontrollable giggles. “Michael no,” you warn as he begins to step towards you.

“Michael!” You drop the brush in the bowl just as he begins to chase after you and you bolt towards the stairs.

“Michael!! Watch your dye! Michael!”

You rush down the stairs and Michael catches you at the bottom of them. He wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up causing a scream to erupt from your lips. He carries you over to the living room couch before throwing you down on top of it. He climbs on top of the couch so he’s straddling your waist and begins attacking your sides with his fingers, making you scream with laughter.

“Michael! Michael oh my god,” you cry out and he smiles mischievously.

“Do you give up?” He asks and you nod.

“I give up dear god yes I give up,” you respond and he laughs loudly.

He moves his hands so they’re next to your face now and leans down to press a long kiss to your lips. You lean up to meet him and go to wrap your arms around your neck when you feel the hair dye sticking to your hands. You break away and look to see red dye all over your hands.

“Well I think that’s payback enough,” he says and you roll your eyes.

You both move from the couch and head back upstairs so you can finish Michael’s hair. Once it’s finished and you’ve both dried and styled your hair you pull your phone out and open Snapchat for one final time today.

“You ready?” You ask when you’re both standing in front of one of the covered up mirrors.

Michael nods and he pulls the cover off the mirror. Both of your jaws drop at once when you see the results and see that while your hair didn’t turn out terrible, it certainly wasn’t great.

“You have so much hair dye all over you,” you laugh loudly as Michael inspects the dye all over his neck and face.

“At least your hair looks good,” he says and you frown at him.

“Baby,” you say and pull out a strand of purely natural hair.

“Okay I’m not a professional,” he admits.

“I think we should both stick to our day jobs,” you say and he laughs once more before turning and wrapping his arms around you.

“Well I think you look good no matter what.”

“I love you darling.”

#michael clifford #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford imagine #luke hemmings imagine #ashton irwin imagine #calum hood imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos imagine #imagine #bravebesson

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bakudekuficlibrary · 4 years

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Finally!! Good luck with the changes and welcome to the new members. Here my question: do you know any rock!Au fics? Either bakugou or izuku or both like member of a band? It could be explicit or no. And it can be in canon universe or no. Thank you :3

Happy new year and thanks for all your patience! I am eternally bananas over the Rock Band AU, so I scoured the interwebs and put together a mini-list for ya (my personal favorites are right at the top)!^^

~Gabs ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

1 Series. 16 works.

Tire Swing by ElopeToTheSea ( T | 21,061+ | 4/? )

After being kicked out of college, Bakugou Katsuki decided to go back to his hometown. Back to the friends he knew, back to what he was familiar with, back to simpler times.

However, Midoriya Izuku wasn’t familiar. He was strange, he was confusing and he was hurting.

Bakugou couldn’t help being entranced by the anomaly. Especially when he had the voice of an angel.

Surpassing Expectations by Mewphisto ( M | 4,273+ | 1/? )

DEKU! goes on tour with Ground Zero thanks to some great connections and sheer luck. Izuku, DEKU!’s guitarist, is one of Ground Zero’s biggest fans, and feels extremely lucky for the opportunity to tour with his idols. He’s even more grateful when they get to share a tour bus, after all, part of the reason Izuku chased a music career was because of his crush on Ground Zero’s lead singer, Bakugou Katsuki.

Even so, Izuku never expected the grumpy singer would be attracted to him as well, not with his ugly scars and annoying personality. But Bakugou Katsuki was always surpassing expectations, and with six months on tour together, he had plenty of time to demonstrate.

Friends and Friends of Friends by songbrd ( E | 30,933+ | 6/? )

No one purposefully follows their grade school bully into university. But as Midoriya Izuku arrives at UA on freshman move-in day, he realizes he may have done just that.

[Series] Impulse Control by orphan_account ( E | 12,093 | 2 Works | Complete )

Izuku never did anything without a plan, without forethought, without looking into every possible outcome and weighing the pros and cons of each.

But something about Katsuki made him want to be impulsive.

The Space Between by Kanae_vR ( M | 115, 583+ | 20/24 )

Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city’s grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he’s looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being.

Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

Without You I’m Nothing by BrightEyesEren ( T | 16,661 | 5/5 )

Katsuki Bakugou has gone his entire life without understanding how someone could give into their feelings. As long as he has music, there’s no need for anything else to get in his way; it’s a way to get through everything. He’s convinced that nothing could possibly stop him… At least until he meets Izuku.

For the 2018 BakuDeku Big Bang.

Drummer boy blues by Natsumiofgames ( T | 1,862 | 1/1 )

Bakugou was pissed.

And that was the nicest way to put it.

As per usual, the whole fucking world couldn’t let him be happy. It’s not Bakugou’s fault he’s obviously destined to be the best, so why does something always have to get in his way?

All Bakugou wanted to do was to take a holiday and relax at home, maybe watch those Crimson Riots DVD Kirishima had been hyping up with a few drinks to get the night going.

All in the company of Deku, the dense dumbass Bakugou had the misfortune to fall so hard for.

But instead he finds himself, in Chicago, one of biggest music cities in America and the last venue his band, Ground Zero, was playing at on their tour.

What’s a guy to do when the show must go on?

Magnolia Dreams by ElopeToTheSea ( T | 7,098 | 1/1 )

“Kaachan!” Deku’s voice. Sweet and cheerful, like a midday breeze. He was looking at him with those big bright green eyes, holding a flower crown in his hands. “Look what I did!”

“What’s that, Deku?” he asked. He was five, flower crowns weren’t something he was familiar with.

“Mom taught me how to make them,” he replied, placing the flower crown on top of his head. “They’re called flower crowns! I made mine of Magnolias!”

“They’re so lame,” he snickered. The field they were sitting on was covered in flowers. From white lilies to purple orchids. They all bloomed in spring. “A true crown is made of metal, idiot!”

[Major Character Death]

I Miss the Music by InkspillsNotebook ( E | 22,800+ | 4/? )

Inspired by the prompt by pennyforyourotp on tumblr of:‘You’re a really famous actor/musician and I’m your childhood friend that shows up a lot on your Instagram/Twitter/Snapchat and people have started shipping us which is really bad for my crush on you that I’ve been trying to hide’

Founder of the number one band ‘Ground Zero’ and lead guitarist, Katsuki Bakugou, takes a vacation before an upcoming tour. Upon returning home, he strives to convince childhood friend, and secret love interest, Izuku Midoriya, to abandon his internship hunt and come on tour with him to once more be apart of each others lives, and write music together again.

Seven Stages by Mikacrispy ( E | 2,022+ | 1/7 )

The 7 Stages of Dealing with a Confession from your Best Friend

Katsuki confesses and Izuku’s whole world view changes.Izuku is involuntarily thrown on a journey of self-discovery to find out what love and sexuality mean to him.

drumbeats & heartbeats by katsugoii ( M | 12,194+ | 5/? )

College— it was a place where fresh adults could start to find themselves and what they wanted to be. All Katsuki’s friends had been bubbling with excitement, but as for him, he didn’t really see what the big deal was. He was there to get his degree and then move on. It was just another branch on the tree of life. He would get up in the morning, go to the gym, go to class, and then either do homework or practice with his band. The only difference now compared to before was that he didn’t have to deal with the old hag, and he’d be on his own, which he supposed was a relief.

However, when he saw a tiny, curly-haired boy with a ridiculous amount of freckles splattered over his cheeks, on his tiptoes to hang a poster next to his desk on one side of the dorm— Katsuki thought they might have had a point.

Hard Habit to Break by Takiewrites ( G | 3,359+ | 1/? )

“Um, ‘zuku. It’s- hi, I’m uh, I-Izuku.” His voice wasn’t as loud or stable as he hoped it would be. He cleared his throat as Ochako covered her mouth to hide a giggle.

“Hah? Fuckin’ speak up, for fuck’s sake.” Bakugou shifted to his other foot, radiating annoyance. “Deku? That’s yer name?” Izuku quickly shook his head, opening his mouth to speak before Bakugou cut him off, “Cool, Deku.“

Or the one where Izuku is a big-bi-mess and gets the hots for a lead singer of a punk band.

Let Me Down Slowly by BrofriendWrites( Not Rated | 2,001+ | 1/5 )

When Plus Ultra’s lead singer loses her voice right before The Battle of the Bands, Izuku and Iida have to find a female lead singer with high range ASAP in order to still participate.

Luckily or unluckily, Izuku finds salvation in his angry classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, who he bribes into helping them.

Notes: Going to be a cute, short-ish fic. Maybe 15k-25k words in total. Just had this on my mind lately and needed to get singer!bakugou out of my system and hopefully clear my writers block. Enjoy watching Izuku lose his mind while trying to process pretty Katsuki singing :)

[Underage]

From Chaos [Comes Clarity] by cosmikuri ( M | 4,732+ | 2/? )

Izuku Midoriya was just following his dream: fronting a rock band and leading his friends to the top. Well, attempting to, anyway. Things became more complicated when he met a certain hotheaded blonde, who happened to be a part of the rival band.

It will take a while by abovetheclouds14 ( Not Rated | 2,698+ | 3/? )

Katsuki may seem to be intimidating but he has a soft heart - in fact, he loves soft things. His current obsession? The softest guy he ever laid his eyes to, one who has fluffy green curls and mesmerizing freckles; he goes with the name - Izuku, the newest addition to the bar he’s working for.

Katsuki wants to know everything about this new guy but it will take a while :)

My Sweet Baby by yumenoyousei ( G | 5,070 | 2/2 )

Izuku noted mentally his new facts on the angry blond. First, his name was Katsuki. Second, he liked sweets and whipped cream. Third, he gave weird nicknames to his friends. And last, he was actually very hot.

Don’t need your pity by thedeathofyouboo ( M | 3,292+ | 2/? )

Izuku has 3 jobs not including caring for his deadbeat father. When a blonde rich kid stumbles into his life he finds himself in a band with a bunch of over protective friends. Will he ever get to have his dream of going to the UA music academy or will everything be for nothing?

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #fic rec #bkdkfl ask #long post #curator gabs

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kendollsx-blog · 5 years

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tag dump

#LIPS ; red lips & sharp tongues #EYES ; got them dark eyes makes the boys cry #MUSE ; drink me up i’m poison #AESTHETIC ; super rich kids with nothing but fake friends #ANSWERED ; we see things how we want to not as they are #SOCIAL MEDIA ; no one ever cries poor little rich girl #TEXTS ; reading through your messages my favourite way to die #STYLE ; you should see me in a crown #SNAPCHAT ; what secrets does the camera hide

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Animals Do you prefer cats or dogs? I’m a dog person for sure.

If you had to choose, which animal would you like to be reincarnated as? A dog.

Some say peoples personalities or looks resemble animals. Whats your animal? Probably a sloth, ha.

Books Which book series was the first you read? As a kid I loved Nancy Drew, The Babysitter’s Club, Sweet Valley High, and Goosebumps.

What was the last book you read? I’m currently reading Autumn’s Game by Mary Stone.

Would you rather write a book or direct a movie? Write a book.

Characters Which TV show/movie/book character do you think you are most like? Hmm. I don’t know.

Which superhero is your favourite and why? Iron Man, Spiderman, Ant-Man, Star Lord, Thor.

What's your favourite fairytale character? Is Alice in Wonderland a fairytale?

Dreams Do you usually remember your dreams? I’ll remember it briefly and then it like vanishes. My dreams are like a Snapchat.

Are most of your dreams good, scary or just plain weird? Just plain weird, man.

What dream that you've had has stuck in your head the most? Describe: The nightmares or the ones that make me wake up crying and shaking don’t like to vanish, unfortunately. Those get saved to the camera roll.

Emotions What emotion do you find yourself trying to hide from others? I’m definitely not as good at hiding my emotions anymore. They took over and control me now.

How emotional/sentimental would you say you are? A lot. I’m so damn moody.

Do your emotions control you or do you control your emotions? Like I said, they definitely control me.

Fun What do you do for fun? May not be considered fun, but my days are spent checking my social medias, watching YouTube, watching TV, reading, scrolling through Tumblr, doing surveys, spending time with my family, lounging around, and perhaps a little coloring. I like doing those things, though, so it works for me.

Which is more fun: cycling, watching tv, roller coaster ride or cooking? Uhh, the only thing I like out of those choices is watching TV.

What is the funnest game to play? I love board games.

Geometry Nearest square thing to you? The throw pillows on my bed.

What was the last circular thing you ate? Cookies.

Is there anything triangular in the room you're in right now? I’m sure, but nothing triangular is popping out at me at the moment and I don’t feel like really looking around and thinking about it.

Height Are you taller or shorter than average? I’m 5′4, which is short, but not shorter than average I don’t think.

Is your Mum tall or short? How about your Dad? My mom is about 5′5 and my dad is about 5′9.

Do you wish you were taller or shorter? I wish I was taller.

If... If you became pregnant or your partner did, what would you do? Well, I can’t get pregnant, sooo.

If you lost something your friend lent to you, what would you do? I would feel really bad, first of all. I’d be nervous to tell them, especially if it was something that was special and unique. I’d of course have to tell them, though, and I’d replace it if possible. If it wasn’t replaceable... I don’t know what I would do. All I could do is apologize immensely and somehow try to make it up to them. I’d be super careful if a friend lent me anything, though, regardless of what it was. I also probably would just not borrow something that wasn’t replaceable or expensive to avoid all of that.

If you had to talk about 1 subject for a minute live on TV, which one? Yikes. That minute would feel like forever, I have no idea. Pass.

Jokes Do you normally tell jokes or listen to the jokes? I’m not a joke teller except maybe some cheesy, corny one I might have heard now and then.

What is your sense of humour like (dry, dark, sarcastic etc)? I laugh at a lot of things. I like puns and clever humour but I also like dumb things and dry things too. I think it's just really easy to make me laugh. <<< Yeah, pretty much.

Kisses Do you put x's in your text messages? No.

When did you last have a kiss? 8 years ago...

Does your grandma give you big sloppy kisses when she sees you? No. She gives me a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Language How many languages can you say 'hello my name is...' in? Three.

What language do you think sounds the nicest? I think they’re all unique and interesting.

What language do you want to learn more of? I’d love to be fluent in Spanish. I can only speak and understand a little. Brushing up on it by helping my mom do her Duolingo everyday for the past few months has been helpful.

Marriage Do you ever want to get married? No. I truly don’t see that happening for me.

Church or Registery Office? Dream wedding?

Names Your closest friends names? I don’t have any friends.

What names would you ever call your kids? I don’t want to have kids.

What name is the cutest for a little black and white doggie? I’m someone who needs to see and get a vibe from the dog first before naming them. And not just something that has to do with their color.

Order Are you tidy? I’m not a messy person, like I don’t have clothes or stuff on my floor, I put my dishes in the sink after using them, I throw stuff away when I’m done, etc, but my room has become disorganized and a bit cluttered. I just have too much stuff and not enough space.

Do you colour code things or put them in alphabetical order? No.

Do you have any form of OCD? No. People throw that around loosely.

Promises Do you make promises often? No.

What was the last promise you made? I don’t even remember.

Do you plan to keep that promise?

Quizzes What types of online quizzes/surveys do you like taking? I like surveys with random and interesting questions that allow me to elaborate. And vent and ramble, too. I like ones like this that are divided up into categories. Themed surveys are fun as well.

Have you ever made a quiz? What was it about? No. I made a survey once a longggg time ago.

Have you ever taken an EQ or IQ test? If so, what did you get? I’ve taken IQ tests and got “above average.”

Responsibility Do you class yourself as 'responsible'? Not as much as I should be at 31 years old. :/ These past few years especially I really feel like I haven’t been responsible with a lot of things that I should be.

What do you think defines a 'responsible' person? Someone dependable, keeps their commitments, and handles their business. They get shit done.

What is it that you are responsible for? Paying my bills, taking care of myself (haven’t been doing very well with that...), my doctor appointments, cleaning up after myself...

Secrets Do you have a lot of secrets? Not really. I’m quite boring.

"A secret isn't a secret if you tell one person." Is this true to you? Uhhh, that does make sense. You think of a secret as something you don’t share with someone else. I guess if it’s something you tell someone or a few select people that you trust that you wouldn’t want getting out to anyone else it could still be a secret, right? Something you don’t want everyone to know. *shrug*

Thought Provoking If you knew you had a high chance of dying, would you kill yourself before disease riddled you unable or hope for the best? Jeez. I don’t want to think about that.

Choose a box: 1 has a large amount of money, the other either a wish or fear of yours come true. Which do you pick? The money is tempting, but I might go with the wish...

An angel comes to you and offers to show you one thing from the future or the past; past or future and what is that thing gonna be? The future terrifies me, I’d be afraid to know a lot of things regarding my future. But I already know my past, so I don’t know what I’d ask them to show me. I don’t knowwww.

Unlucky

Would you say you are more unlucky or lucky? I don’t believe in luck. I would say I have had a lot of bad cards dealt to me and I also am fortunate in other ways.

A leprechaun pops up and offers to plant some luck on you but it could go either way. Risk it or dismiss it? Dismiss it.

Violence When did you last hit or punch someone? I haven’t hit or punched anyone.

When did you last get hit or punched? Never.

Are you more likely to be verbally aggressive or physically? I’m not an aggressive person.

Warnings Do you listen when someone gives you a warning? I want to say I would likely listen to a warning, but I guess it would depend what it was about.

What warning has someone gave you that you wish you'd have listened to? That I should have taken care of some things sooner and not ignored/put them off for so long.

What warning has someone gave you you are glad you didn't take? I’m blanking right now. XXX

Have you ever had sex? No.

Have you ever accidentally saw someone having sex? No.

YouTube Do you go onto YouTube? I spend a lot of time on YouTube.

What is your favourite video of on YouTube? I don’t have just one favorite, I have a ton. I’m especially into ASMR.

What channels do you go on the most? I’m subscribed to several people---ASMRtists, vloggers, lifestyle videos, Disney related channels, a mukbanger, a drama commentary channel, and a channel that does videos on abandoned places and the rise and fall of former businesses that are no longer around.

Zodiac What's your starsign? Leo.

What are the traits of that sign? Do you have them? Leos are described as being very opposite of me that’s for sure. I don’t believe in that stuff anyway, though.

What zodiac sign do you think you suit the most? I don’t care.

Number 1 Name me 1 person who has changed your life for the better? My mom.

Name me 1 object that's in your kitchen right now? My Keurig.

Name one creature that freaks you out/scares you? ALL bugs.

Number 2 2nd person that you talked to today was... I haven’t talked to anyone yet, it’s 820AM and my mom is asleep and my dad and brother are at work.

What is 2 times your favourite number? 16.

You and two of your friends have got in trouble with the law. Who are the 2 friends you have got in trouble with and what did you do? No friends, sooo.

Number 3 3 words that don't describe you at all: Healthy, ambitious, confident.

Who is 3rd in your contacts list on your phone? I don’t feel like checking.

In 3 more days, what will the date be? It will be January 25, 2021.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #categories

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lusilly · 4 years

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what laughter is to childhood

i’ve been meaning to finish a very very short piece about damian being 16 years old and thinking he’s Super Smart for some time now. will post to ao3 tomorrow. dami/irey cuteness. enjoy!

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In the early morning, an alarm went off on the phone on Damian’s bedside table. Behind the blackout curtains of his room, dawn was only just beginning to break outside. In an instant Irey was up, swiping the phone off the table and silencing the alarm.

Groggily, Damian turned over to wrap his arms around his girlfriend’s waist. She giggled and returned the embrace, holding him about his shoulders. His face buried in her neck, he murmured, “It’s too early.”

She kissed the top of his head. “I know,” she replied, sympathetically. “This is a lot easier at the Tower, huh?”

Still pressed against her shoulder he let out a small sigh, and a moment later she vanished, leaving his arms empty and his bed cold. Damian rolled over once more, drawing the covers up around his bare chest, and went back to sleep.

An hour or so later – Damian always slept fitfully in the mornings after Irey left – he got out of bed, heading first to the bathroom. After his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and then carefully inspected the very obvious marks along his neck and collarbone. He took a few selfies on Snapchat and sent them to Irey, captioned, Today’s damage.

Her reply consisted mainly of a number of emojis and lots of exclamation points. A little later she sent a selfie of herself in the bathroom mirror, her own towel wrapped around her waist. One arm draped across her chest to preserve her modesty (not that it was difficult; Iris had very little to show in that department), the photo was captioned, Im clean…try harder next time.

Iris’s superspeed meant that any marks he left on her skin were gone before they even formed, but Damian liked the challenge. As they texted, Damian carefully dabbed concealer over the marks along his neck, though he didn’t bother with the one lower down his chest. Nobody would see it, anyway.

This game he and Irey played would only continue to be fun if they could manage to keep it a secret, so Damian meticulously covered up any visible evidence of lovebites, careful to make it look as natural as possible. Not that it was likely his father would be suspicious – the Batman didn’t think any speedster could get past the sensors set up around Wayne Manor. He had no clue how fast Iris was. Apart from Damian nobody in the world knew how fast she was, and even Damian, constrained to the normal laws of physics, stranger to the Speed Force, could never fully comprehend her true power. Keeping a secret of this magnitude together was thrilling. The fact that it helped her sneak into the house so they could spend time together after hours was just a plus.

Downstairs, Alfred was already preparing breakfast. Like he did on many mornings, Damian went about critiquing his choices. “I don’t like smoked salmon,” Damian insisted, standing in the refrigerator door, inspecting a package of the stuff. “I don’t know why you still insist on buying it.”

“If I recall,” Alfred replied patiently, “last week you positively devoured it.”

“That was lox,” Damian retorted. “Lox and smoked salmon are two completely different things.”

“Are they really?” asked Alfred mildly, fully aware of the slight culinary differences between the two products, and also aware that Damian never seemed to notice unless he inspected the packaging before being served. “Why, I had no idea.”

“Lox isn’t smoked at all,” continued Damian, digging his hand into the produce drawer to withdraw a handful of loose grapes. Popping one after the other into his mouth, he took a seat at the counter. “It’s cured, but not smoked. It’s saltier, and I don’t like that smoked taste, it makes it taste off.”

Damian didn’t like a great many things, but it helped immensely when he could sit here, in the kitchen, and watch Alfred prepare his food. He even schmeared his own bagel, like a big boy. “Pineapple or kiwi?” asked Alfred, of Damian’s daily protein-boosted fruit smoothie.

“Pineapple,” answered Damian, through a mouthful of bagel. His favorite lately. He swallowed the bagel, then added, “I don’t like kiwi, I’ve told you that.”

He’d decided he hadn’t liked kiwi a few months ago, when Dick had visited for a few days and pushed Damian into near hysterics by taking a bite out of a kiwi whole, as if it were an apple. Dick insisted the fiber was good for you. Damian had countered that the fiber intake derived from kiwi skins was negligible at best, unless you ate about thirty kiwis at a time. Dick had taken that as a personal challenge.

“I shall have to replace kiwi in our rotation, then,” agreed Alfred smoothly, as the blender whirred. “Perhaps something more exciting than oranges. Grapefruit?”

“I can’t have grapefruit,” said Damian, scrolling through something on his phone.

This wasn’t true, as Alfred was acutely aware of all the medications Damian was currently on, and all their various interactions. But he wouldn’t argue. “Papaya, perhaps?”

“I like mango,” offered Damian, as Alfred placed his smoothie in front of him. “Iris’s mother makes incredible mango juice.” Iris’s mother bought mango juice in cartons from Whole Foods for $7.99, but Damian didn’t know that.

As Alfred busied himself with making breakfast for himself – Bruce would not be up for another hour yet, at which time he could forage for his own meal – he asked, “And how is young Miss West, I might ask?”

“She’s well,” answered Damian, taking an exploratory sip of the smoothie, then setting it down once more, apparently pleased. “Well,” he amended, “technically speaking, she’s grounded, so not as well as usual.”

“Did something happened?”

“She and her brother had an argument. I can sympathize, having argued with a fair number of brothers in my lifetime.” All sixteen years and three quarters of it.

“Which resulted in her becoming grounded?” Alfred made a face, impressed. “Perhaps we should have tried that method with you, when you were younger.”

“I believe you did,” Damian pointed out. “And as far as I recall, it didn’t work.”

Alfred asked, “Does it work for her?”

Damian didn’t answer. When Alfred turned around to breakfast with Damian, neither of them said anything. “Why wouldn’t it?” asked Damian, as Alfred took a sip of his own smoothie.

“Merely a question,” Alfred murmured, turning to his bagel with a sigh.

Later that day, Damian worked on an assignment from a teacher Bruce had commissioned with whom he communicated remotely – that is, he holed up in his room, door closed, music turned up just loud enough to drown out the noise from beyond his own space. Though by the nature of the computer networks in the house Bruce could at any moment peek at whatever internet activity his son was taking, he generally refrained from doing so. They had promised some years ago that they would try to set normal boundaries, even in such abnormal circumstances. So when an alert lit up that informed Bruce that Damian had enabled a rudimentary network masking program – a sort of glorified ‘Private Browser’ – Bruce just quietly silenced the notification, well aware that his son was, in fact, a normal teenager.

Before patrol, Damian joined his father in the Batcave for some light training. In a specialized suit which recorded his every movement and vital signs, he executed maneuvers in the simulation room exquisitely, more perfect than any of the boys had ever been. More perfect than Bruce had ever been. Damian rivaled Cassandra in all ways except for his reliance on brute force, whereas Cass would always default towards the simplest option, the way to beat her opponent as easily and effortlessly as possible.

The effort was part of the thrill, for Damian. When the sim dropped, Damian breathed ragged breaths, grinning up at the camera through which he knew his father was watching. “Is that all you’ve got?” he called, taunting.

Bruce mic’d in. “Enough for tonight,” he said shortly. “You’re on patrol in an hour. Get some rest.”

With a sigh, Damian exited the sim room. Before he went to shower or change his clothes, he picked up his phone, which had buzzed with several notifications whilst he was training. Bruce went back to work on the Batcomputer.

After a few minutes, an alert popped up on the screen: Damian’s suit was registering a spike in heartrate.

Bruce frowned, then clicked to open a camera feed to the place Damian had left his phone. And sure enough, Damian still stood there, his eyes glued to his phone, which he was very obviously trying to hide, to shield from whatever prying camera eyes may be found over the Cave.

He lifted the phone in front of him, catching his face, tapping the screen. He opened his mouth. Bruce frowned again, then zoomed in with the security camera. On his son’s phone, two years and a doggy mouth were superimposed over his face, the tongue wagging when Damian opened his mouth.

Damian then made a very crass gesture with two of his fingers, and Bruce turned the feed off very quickly. Raising a teenager was exhausting.

Rather than the showers in the Cave, Damian generally prepared to venture back up into the house in his gear and use the shower in his own room. Bruce didn’t mind this; none of the boys had ever been as fastidious as Damian was about maintaining their identity and separating home life and Batcave life, and none had ever been as finicky about the hygiene of shared bathing spaces as Damian had, so no harm, no foul. In a very good mood, Damian came bounding downstairs with his hair still damp, ready for patrol.

As the three of them gathered for the only shared meal of the day, something light but nutritious before patrol, Damian chatted excitably about his ongoing missions, the assignments he was working on, the Titans, the new designs he was work on. “Lian showed me how to cross stitch and now we’re all at it, all hours of the day,” he babbled, running his hand through his damp hair. “I can’t explain it, perhaps if it were knitting and we were – you know – creating something, it would make more sense for all of us to be so set upon it, but really we’re just making moons and flowers and things. I should speak to her about finding new designs,” he continued absently, rubbing at a sore spot on his neck. “Did you know, she says you can stitch them onto pillows, or something?” Distantly, he wondered, “Maybe Dick would like a pillow for his birthday.”

“I’m sure he would,” agreed Alfred. Bruce grunted, scanning through the Gazette. “Damian,” added Alfred.

Without looking up from his food, Damian answered, “Hn?”

There was a pause. Alfred let out a gentle cough. Damian looked up.

Alfred met his gaze. Then, pointedly, he glanced towards Damian’s neck, at the spot he’d just been rubbing. For a second Damian was confused, then he froze stock still. Slowly, he looked down at his hand – and saw a patch of concealer rubbed off on his fingers, which had not yet fully dried.

Wide-eyed, Damian looked back up at Alfred, then, without turning his head, glanced sidelong at his father. Alfred offered him a little smile, then he held up his mug. “Would you mind terribly fetching me a spot of tea, Damian?”

“Yes,” said Damian instantly, seizing the mug and the opportunity. “Of course. One moment.” Then, calmly, measuredly, he walked out of the dining room.

Once past the threshold, he dashed up the stairs three at a time, sprinting to his bedroom to safely reapply concealer onto his neck.

Bruce sipped his coffee, eyes still focused on the newspaper.

“Bruise or a hickey?” he asked.

Waiting for Damian to return with his tea, Alfred replied, “The latter, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll need to speak to Wally about this, of course,” muttered Bruce, inspecting a particular article that caught his eye. “Can’t have her roughing him up too badly every night.”

“Puppy love, sir. Happened to them all.”

“Cassandra never gave me this trouble.”

“Or, as we well know, she’s simply more competent than her brothers.”

Finally Bruce looked up, frowning at Alfred as he sipped from his coffee mug.

Then he sighed, returning to the newspaper. “Just as long as he’s using protection.”

It was then that Damian returned, barreling into the room breathing far too evenly, his eyes too round and paranoid. “Here,” he said, setting the cup of tea down before Alfred. “With lemon, as you like it.”

“Thank you,” said Alfred graciously.

“You’ll be on your usual route tonight,” Bruce told Damian, setting the newspaper down. “I might have Spoiler join you.”

“Isn’t Stephanie too busy for nightly patrol?”

“Yes,” agreed Bruce. “But I’m sure she’ll make an exception.” He got to his feet, dishes in hand. “Understood?”

“Yes,” said Damian immediately, with a nod. “Understood.”

As Alfred watched his boys drive off into the night, he let out a quiet sigh.

They grow up so fast.

#earth 28 #damian wayne #damirey #idk what the damian/irey tag is #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #irey west

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peacedolantwins · 5 years

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Exhausted (E.D)

A/N: not completely sure what this is tbh, probably not that good but its whatever so enjoy maybe? or not, you do you sis

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

“What are you talking about?” Ethan asked you, looking confused.

“I’m tired of having to pretend we arent even a thing when were around other people. I’m tired of trying to hide when you and Gray make a snap and I cant be in the background because you dont want people to know about us. Am I really that embarrassing to be see with?” You had tears in your eyes as you turned around to finally look at your boyfriend. You had been together for 8 months and it was exhausting for you to constant make sure you didnt post anything that would link you to the Ethan.

You had met through Bryant when he invited you to help set up with the beach shoot he did with the twins and his other friends a while back. You had gone to help your friend since you knew it was a project he was excited about working on. All you really had to do was set up the tents and make it look nice so it was all ready for the shoot. You had met both twins when you had been trying to hang the fairy lights inside the tent when they both saw you struggling to hang them on the higher parts and Ethan had been quick to come over and put them up. After that moment, everything just happened between you two. While everyone else had been catching up and talking between shoots, Ethan would come over and talk to you while you laid on the blankets since you didnt really know anyone other than Bryant but he was obviously busy. You had only met Juanpa a few times but not enough to carry on a conversation with him without it getting awkward after a few minutes.

Even though you had just met Ethan you had no problem carrying on a conversation. It was like you had known each other your whole lives and were simply catching up. When Bryant would turn the camera back on, you would get out of the way since you knew this shoot wasnt about you. While that had been what happened on the day of the shoot, after Ethan asked you out that turned to be your new job. Getting out of frame whenever there was a camera around. At first you understood because there was no point posting pictures together when you were sure this relationship would really last but after all these months of dating, when Ethan would ask you to go to the other room when he would post on snapchat or instagram it started to hurt. Why doesnt he want anyone to know about the two of you? He hadn’t even let you meet his friends or the “sister squad” because he said he didnt want any of them to accidently put it out that you two were together. When you would try to bring it up with him, he would simply say that he wanted to keep your relationship private, and while you understood, it still hurt every time he would say he wasnt dating anyone whenever he was asked about it. Never being able to go on an actual date was taking its toll on you since you two could never go to out to a restaurant or the movies or just anywhere there was a chance he could be recognized. Whenever you two had dates it was just you two hanging out at their house or him over at your apartment but after so long it wasnt enough anymore. At this point even going to store together would be considered a better date.

“What? You’re not embarrassing Y/N, why would-”

“We dont go out anywhere, Ethan. We only stay here because you dont want to go out somewhere where you might get recognized. You havent even let me meet your friends and the only reason I know Bryant is because I knew him before I even met you. I’m so tired of being hidden away.” You sat down on the bed and put your head in your hands.

Ethan didnt understand why you were upset about this. He had told you from the beginning that he had wanted to keep your relationship private which you had agreed to. He had asked you not to post about you two and you said you didnt have a problem with it so he doesnt understand whats currently going on.

“Y/N, you agreed to this or do you not remember that?”

“I agreed to keep us private and not post about us, but I didnt agree to being hidden away like some dirty little secret. At this point I’m surprised you even let your brother know about us.” When he looked away from you, you could see he looked almost guilty. “Ethan, your brother does know were together, right?” When he stayed silent you knew your answer. “Really? Okay… I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You got up from the bed and grabbed your purse and went to move to the door. You tried to face away from him, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes.

“Y/n wait-” He gently grabbed your arm.

“What Ethan? You dont want Grayson to see me or what?” You snapped back at him and turned to face him. He took a moment to really take in your appearance. He knew you were upset, but seeing you about to break into to tears just hurt him more than he thought it would. It hurt even more because he knew he was the reason you were in this state.

He quickly thought back to all the times when he would ask you to take a photo of him but get the angle right so that even your shadow wasnt in the picture. He remembered asking you to wait until to Gray was asleep to leave. He remembered asking you not to post a picture of yourself that came out really nice because you could see a reflection of him in the store window. What he never really paid much attention to was how your face would fall each time. He never realized when you had stopped asking him to take photos of you because he couldnt be seen anywhere in them. He never noticed when you would automatically walk out of the room when he would open up snapchat or post a story to instagram. He quickly took a look around his room and realized there was no evidence you were ever there. There was no clothes you had left behind. There wasnt even one of your hair ties you would lose all the time. He never realized just how hidden away he had kept you and he immediately felt awful about it.

For once, Ethan Dolan was at a loss for words.

“Thats what I thought. I’m sorry but I cant do this anymore, Ethan.” You brushed off his hand from your arm and walked out leaving Ethan wondering how he just lost one of the best people he ever had in his life.

#ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #fic #mine

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braincoins · 5 years

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Finding convenient places to teleport to and from was a hassle sometimes, but if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have made it to Civic Square Center on time. As it was, he was jogging up to Lance at 1:30 on the dot. “I’m here! Sorry, my appointment took longer than I was expecting!”

“No worries,” Lance said. “Did you get lunch yet?”

Shiro grinned. “Lance, I’m flattered, but I’m dating Allura.”

He barked a laugh. “You just wanted an excuse to say that out loud, didn’t you?”

“100%. Wouldn’t you?”

“Point,” Lance conceded. “But seriously, did you eat or were you at your appointment the whole time?”

“They’ll have food here,” he said. “Where’s your camera?”

“Right here!” Lance said, waving his phone.

Shiro frowned. “Does that really take good enough pictures for print?”

“On its own? Nah, not really,” he said, shaking his head. “But when I add this little baby,” he pulled out some sort of lens attachment and clipped it onto his phone, “then You Bet Your Ass it does!”

Shiro’s skepticism must have shown on his face (he certainly wasn’t doing anything to hide it).

“Seriously, just trust me. I use this all the time. I have special apps and everything.”

“I just don’t want this looking like someone’s Snapchat story.”

“It won’t, O Ye Of Little Faith.”

Lance was pretty confident in it, so Shiro shrugged and accepted it. Not like they had time - or money - to go buy Lance an actual camera at this point. “Okay, I want to talk to some of the vendors setting up,” he said. “Maybe see if we can...”

“This is the event manager,” Lance said, holding out his phone to show him a picture. “Richard DeVos. I tried calling ahead to see if we could snag a set time to talk with him, but no one was answering at his office.”

“Nice work though,” Shiro said. “Honestly, I... probably should have been the one doing that. Guess I let my bitterness get in the way of my professionalism.”

Lance shrugged. “I am a man of many talents,” he replied casually. “And from what Ms. Fala’s said, so are you.”

Shiro blushed. “Okay, you can shut up now,” he told him without much heat in it.

Lance just snickered. “Right, this is Serious Work Time. At the flower festival.”

They wandered in, flashing press passes to get past security. There were vendors setting up carts of fresh tulips, some picked and in bouquets while others were in pots. Everyone had signs up advising you to “Sign Up Now For Fall Bulbs!” Occasional gardening vendors selling equipment and advice. Worm farmers (”That’s a thing?” Lance asked. “Do they have like... herds of worms? Do they stampede? Can you imagine a worm stampede? Like all the pasta you ever ate coming back to get you!”). Competing smells of tulips, popcorn, and cookies.

Shiro dutifully stopped and talked with people. Each one of them praised their own secret methods - which they refused to divulge of course, except for one person who enigmatically whispered, “Eggshells!” - and pooh-poohed the efforts of some of the others. Like any group of people, there was drama and in-fighting amongst them, but nothing newsworthy.

The show opened to the public and was surprisingly busy. People brought small children in with them. “Do they think the kids are interested in tulips?” Lance wondered.

“They think it’s a free event that has snacks and will get them out of the apartment for a few hours,” Shiro told him.

Lance laughed. “Good point!”

The snacks were mostly popcorn and cookies shaped like tulips, though Shiro did find a cart with Dutch pastries, snagging some banket and a coffee for himself. Not much of a lunch, but better than popcorn.

There were presentations on the history of tulips and on best growing practices, both of which Shiro and Lance had to struggle to stay awake through (Lance went back for more coffee and some krakelingen this time). And they did, finally, manage to snag some time with Mr. DeVos, who was happy the local press was taking an interest and would have gone on about the history of the Tulip Festival - “Now in its 26th glorious year!” - for hours if his assistant hadn’t reminded him of the Best in Show contest that he was a judge for.

Mrs. Colbright won Best in Show for her Prinses Irene tulips, and Shiro made sure to get an interview with her while Lance snapped photo after photo of the prizewinner.

They were there for four hours and Shiro yawned as they came out. “Well, we survived. How’re the pictures looking?”

“See for yourself.” Lance snapped the lens off his phone and passed it over.

Shiro was properly amazed: the pictures were crisp - save for a few that were obviously deliberately soft-focused - the colors were vibrant, the lighting was perfect. People’s faces looked vivid, and there was even video of the interview with Mr. DeVos.

“Wow, these are great!”

“I told you,” Lance said. “I even got some of the pastries and coffee, as well as the tulip cookies. So people know what they missed out on.”

Shiro grinned as he handed the phone back. “You’re a hell of a photographer. You ever thought of doing it full-time?”

Lance shrugged. “I prefer doing my pop culture column; photography’s really just a hobby.”

“Hell, you should pick up side work for some of the P.I.’s,” Shiro told him. “If you don’t mind long-distance shots of people cheating on their spouses.”

“You mean paid voyeur, basically?” Lance laughed. “Not gonna lie, sometimes I look at my bills and consider it.”

Shiro snorted. “You heading back to the office?”

“Yeah, easier to format it on the work computer than do it at home and send it in.”

“I’ll come with. I gotta get this copy written for tomorrow.” He headed towards the subway station. “But seriously, push Allura to let you do more photojournalism.”

“Eh, I’m not sure if ‘pushing’ her is a good idea. I mean, she’s my boss, and...”

“Push her,” he insisted. “She respects people who stick up for themselves and their ideas. I mean, she might grump at you about it a bit, but...”

“Isn’t that your girlfriend you’re talking about?” he asked with a laugh.

Shiro grinned. “She was my editor for a long time. Trust me.”

“Well... I had been thinking about trying to get some Paladin and Starlight shots, if possible.”

“Those’d be huge,” Shiro agreed, trying to sound neutral. “If you could find the two of them.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Ms. Fala was able to get that one interview, but nothing since then. ‘Course, she’s been stuck in the office most of the time. Lotor keeps asking her for stuff, and...well, he watches her like a hawk.”

Shiro’s mouth twisted. “Don’t remind me.”

“You think he’s giving you puff pieces ‘cause he’s pissed you’re dating her?”

“Possibly.” He thought that was part of it, but he couldn’t get into the other reasons with Lance.

“Well, he gives me the creeps. Though I am dying to know what styling products he uses.”

Shiro laughed out loud as they entered the station. Okay, so the morning had been unsettling and the afternoon boring, but at least the day wasn’t a total wash: Lance was fun to hang out with and he’d gotten some quick make-out time with Allura. Just gotta get this copy written and then it’s on to the night job.

{The Adventures of Starlight & Paladin}

#Starlight/Paladin #Arc 2 #Shallura #Socks writes Voltron fanfic #see everything is nice and fun and light #just a normal day for Shiro #with smooches and tulips and unsettling news about his Galra prosthetic

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ilikethemwings · 5 years

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Intro: “welcome to Interview with the Vampire”, the movie about the saddest vampires in the world

Amanda: already snorting

Welcome to: Erin and @deityofdeception watch Interview with the Vampire (her first time)

I’m so excited

Amanda: *looks at Anne Rice*: “she looks like she would write this book”

*Antonio appears onscreen* me: “I love him so much”

A: “why are we in San Francisco? Me: “..... that’s where he lives?” A: “but I thought. okay. I’m just gonna go with it”

me explaining why it’s the 90s:

“it’s...

the interview....

with the vampire”

*looking at interviewer* A: “hm. he’s gonna get murdered.”

“told ya he’s gonna get murdered” (he has not been murdered)

A: “that’s how they show he moves fast? using a whiplash sound?”

A: “uck, they did the thing. with the hands.” (talking about their bad nails)

Louis talking, Amanda *quietly*: “Oh please”

once again: “he’s gonna kill him”

Louis: “I couldn’t bear the pain of their loss” A: “So I hung out in a graveyard”

A: “I feel very defeated” Me: “Why?!” A: *offers no explanation*

A: *faking incredulity* is that Lestat?

A: “there’s no way that’s not Lestat”

*whore drops to her knees* A: Oh! *pushes hands to cheeks*

Lestat pulls Louis into the air, A: “what? this is very homoerotic. also why are they flying”

A: “wait, you said he had to drink the other guy’s blood” me: “he’s not turnt yet!”

A: “uck. what a drama boy.” (I forget which one this was about)

general facial expression: dismayed skepticism

Me: “they love the light but they can’t be in it anymore” A: “kay. that’s kind of sad I guess”

A: “there’s nothing about this that is not homoerotic”

A:“he just wanted a vampire boyfriend that’s literally it”

me: “he’s so gross. he bleeds all over his lace.”

A: “good makeup though.”

A: “he’s secreting. just not, on screen.”

*angel statue opens eyes* A: “ooh, ooh, don’t like that”

A: *about Louis*: “Don’t be so dramatic, this is stupid!”

me, @ Lestat: “Gross. brush your teeth.”

A: “ew, no, that is entirely too much tongue.” Me: “I don’t think it’s the tongue we’re worried about.”

insert snapchat video i sent to @branchlikeatree

A: “was he squeezing the rat? that’s not! that’s not how anatomy works! i don’t know, maybe for a rat it is”

Lestat: read her thoughts, Amanda: what? , Lestat: read her thoughts, A: *sighs*

A: “oh there’s that stupid thumb thing again”

A: “why did she kiss his nose??”

A: *poodle dies* What?! *hides in blanket*

A: “oh, look at that flyline”

A: “what an ASShole”

Lestat: “life without me would be even more unbearable”, Amanda: “yeah, i stand by my statement”

“the nails!”

A: “is he gonna murder all of them? he’s gonna murder all of them”

A: “uck, those sleeves! honestly it’s a miracle he doesn’t set himself on fire on this scene”

A: *about Lestat* ooh, he mad, me: *chokes on donut*

sorry, multiple minutes of snapchat videos

“there’s no movie that’s too serious for bloopers”

A: “oh look at all those rats, capri suns..... oh no, I was kidding!”

A: “why is he walking like he’s injured?” Me: “because his heart hurts” “oh...okay”

A: “so they’re her dads”

A: “he has a gif-- hnnnnn the gift is the kid”

more snapchat videos, general dismay

Me, about Lestat/Tom Cruise: “I love... his hands. I really like... his hands.” A: “it’s a Good Look”

A: “she handled that a lot better than Louis did” A: “well Louis is a big baby”

A: “he makes a good dad but that was super manipulative” Me: “hhheee’s a bad person, amanda”

A: “that’s why he made you too, he wanted a boyfriend” “he... wanted a boyfriend?” “........yes” (post-movie: Still confused. She’s not explaining herself well)

A: “oh he’s so proud. he’s so proud of his little, murder child”

A: “character development! not for the better, but okay!”

A: “mercy kill!” Me: “What?” A: “this is leading to nothing but a mercy kill!” *me snorting*

A: “oh no is lestat gonna kill her???” insert me snorting more

A: *sees dead body in Claudia’s bed* “UH”

A: “Her hair’s never gonna grow back is it”

lmao

vaguely serious scenes, Amanda: “I’m mad I’m having feelings”

A: *Claudia runs off* “is she never seen again?” me: “... no” A: “wait, are you saying that she’s never seen again or that she’s seen again with skunk boy” SKUNK BOY

A: “oh there she is”

A: “are they gonna burn another house down?” me: *snorts again*

Lestat playing piano, Amanda: “I fully expected journey to start playing”

Lestat: “we forgive each other then?” Amanda: “aw”

Lestat: *actively bleeding out* me: “he’s fine”

*putting Lestat’s body in the swamp* Amanda: ew, ew, ew, ew, ew

A: “what, no, crocodiles? what the hell is going on?”

me, matter-of-factly: “they’re alligators”

A: “hnnn does Armand live in the swamp? (he should)

A: “I mean, is Lestat actually dead? Me: “I mean, did he look alive to you?” A: “no, but I don’t trust him”

A: “ope, there he is. I told you he wasn’t dead”

A: “do they light him on fire?” Me: “Louis does have a penchant for lighting things on fire” A: “I noticed”

Me: “sounds like the intro to a muse song” A: “it does”

A: *sarcastically*: “oh poor baby, you had to drink the blood of animals” A: “yeah like reptiles” A: *higher pitched* “he looks like the cRyPt KeEpEr!” (Amanda later explained this is from Freaky Friday)

A: “they lit him on fire! I told you they were gonna light him on fire!”

*Lestat, on fire, crawling on the ceiling* Amanda: “oh shut up, drama baby, you’re fine”

A: *uncertainly* “He’s not dead. *more insistently* He’s not dead!”

ME: “it’s like RENT, everyone is a terrible person but they kind of have a point”

A: “if i was one of the theatre vampires (she is) I think I would hate Lestat” Me: “oh yeah no, Armand detests Lestat”

PART 2 GO

“I had to like, psych myself up” (she later admits she was worried that Lestat wouldn’t be involved. She is in love)

me: “lookit him in that fur coat” A: “okay, Lestat rubbed off on you, buddy.”

A: *about Louis and Claudia* “are they like, in weird vampire love?” “...no”

Me: “I wonder how they did this [Santiago under the bridge], probably a camera on the ceiling” Amanda (at the same time): “he’s an actual vampire”

Santiago: “each one of you my clammy hands must touch” Amanda: “don’t like that”

*Armand appears* Amanda, who didn’t see him rise from the background: “oh, shut up”

A: “why are his eyes red? this isn’t Twilight” Me: “they’re gold, so it is twilight” A *whiny, indignant*: “nuh UH! Because in Twilight--” *woman runs to Armand* “--aw”

A: *vampire play ends* “is no one gonna talk about this?”

Me, bitterly, about Armand: “He is NOT redeemable”

Also me, three seconds later: “I love him”

*Armand runs his fingers through fire* A: “Oh” (mood)

A: “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, his wig is fine” me, indignant: “okay, no, they should have given him a shorter ponytail with a ribbon. If he turned into his most beautiful form [originally], that ain’t it”

*shot of Armand and Louis two inches apart* A: “KISS!”

*Armand leaning up on the pillar like he hasn’t been there for the last four hours* me: he looks sO GoOd

me, rapidly: “my hair doesn’t look like his anymore so I’m free. I’m free!”

A: “so is Lestat like, actually dead?” Me, eyebrows raised: “Seems like it!”

A: “is Lestat about to like, rip everybody to shreds? because that’s what I want to happen”

*Louis, trapped in the coffin in the wall* A: “LoUiS!”

A: “He can PERISH! I’M MAD! Like actually mad!”

A @ Louis: “are you setting ANOTHER HOUSE on fire?” me: “..... no this one’s a theatre” A: .......*glares*

A: “there are other ways to deal with your problems, *fire spreads through wine* oh, that’s effective, though. Really effective.”

A: “Is this how Lestat finds Louis? He just looks for the biggest fire?” me: “It’s a good process. It’s like geo-tagging.”

me: [Louis] has his divorce coat on”

me: “the 80s were NOT a good time for suits” (I comment on Louis’ suit there EVERY TIME I watch this movie)

A: “It’s Lestat. It’s the stinky boy.” Me: “It’s Lestank”

me: “look rats” A: “juice boxes”

Lestat: *painstakingly turning in his spinny chair*, A: “take your time”

A: “Aw, he has PTSD, poor thing. ... Ah, dammit.” Me: “I knew it. You like the villains. *mutters* called that a mile away”

me, suddenly turning southern: “Tom Cruise has a Twitter. I ain’t gonna tweet ‘im, cuz this would be an embarrassing reason to.” (spoilers: I tweeted him)

this is it we’re coming up on the end

the drops in narrative are due to the videos that were taken but the point is made

THE END GOODBYE

also I’m sorry

#branchlikeatree #amanda: *sighing in the background* I am...upset that I became emotionally attached to these characters #she means lestat

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sserpente · 6 years

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A/N: I believe I once read that in the Marvel Universe, LokI’s birthday is set on the 17th of December. So let’s just say it’s today, alright? I got inspired, so here’s a birthday themed Imagine. I loved writing it so much! Happy Birthday, God of Mischief. ♥

Words: 3316 Warnings: none (well maybe fluff)

“So basically what the phone does is scan your face and add a ‘filter’.” Thor with bunny ears was by far the funniest thing you had seen in a long while when you hit the camera symbol and took a picture. Snapchat really was a great invention for people who regularly fought alien threats from outer space. It made pretending to be a silly girl with silly dreams a lot easier.

“It looks sweet.” The God of Thunder declared, grinning wildly as he did. You nodded, saving the picture. This would go in your secret photo album you kept, to store funny and priceless memories with the infamous Avengers.

“I am dreading to ask but what are you doing?” Your heart skipped a beat when you suddenly heard Loki approaching you from behind, tilting his head when you turned to face him. You probably imagined it but he looked more handsome than he had yesterday. Did he do that on purpose?

Raven hair, enchanting blue eyes… you wanted to rip those clothes off his body and lick every inch of him until he moaned and… clearing your throat, you tore your gaze away from his captivating glance and instead focused on his neck. His neck which you wanted to bite and kiss and… oh stop!

Living with the Avengers was exhausting and dangerous enough. Your undying crush on Loki made it even more complicated. He was charming, way too charming for his own good. His silver tongue had, on many occasions, lured you into thinking naughty, naughty things and his good looks and dominant demeanour had not only once had you masturbating in your room, screaming his name when coming undone.

“Taking pictures!” You finally managed to choke out when Thor left with a court nod, attempting to scare the dirty thought away. “Come here, I’ll show you.”

Giggling to yourself, you chose a dog filter and held up your phone until you could see both the God of Mischief and yourself on the screen. Two dog ears and a nose instantly latched onto your faces, making you giggle childishly once more.

“Stick your tongue out, you’ll have a dog tongue.” You offered, changing the angle so you would both fit on the screen properly.

Loki shot you an annoyed look. “I will not stick my tongue out.” He stated.

Why not? I would love to see that tongue of yours. “Come on, it’ll be funny!”

“No.”

“Oh, fine.” Quickly, you snapped a picture, grinning at how a still of Loki with dog ears and a dog nose appeared on your phone.

“Delete that.”

“Definitely not,” you teased playfully. “I’ll keep that. Maybe I’ll print it and hang it over my bed.”

“Delete it.”

You could practically feel the burning hot danger radiating off him, his dark glare sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. It was just a picture. He wouldn’t actually harm you, you were very well aware of that. So, you decided to take it a little further.

“No!” Bolting the room with your phone, you rushed through the living room into the hallways, looking back for only a second to check if he was following you—and he was. He wasn’t even running. Going after you with determined and powerful steps, his blue gaze never left your form. The sparkling in them intrigued you—he wasn’t actually mad at you but he would get his way.

Turning right, you almost tripped over your own feet when suddenly, he appeared right before you. A green shimmering light surrounded him for a second, making you bite your lower lip. Oh, you wouldn’t fall for that.

So you didn’t stop—until you crashed right into him, knocking you both over. It was like colliding with a brick wall. Pain cursed through the side of your face and your hips as you sat up, still lying on top of him.

“Ouch… god, what are you made of, solid rock?” You complained.

Loki gave you a taunting look. You could tell he was hiding a mocking smirk. “Next time you run from someone, try not to run straight into them.” He explained.

“There was a fifty-fifty chance you were an illusion, give me credit for that!”

He didn’t hide his amused chuckle this time, the sound tingling right between your legs and your belly. Damn him. Clearing your throat, you rolled off him and got back on your feet, just in time before Natasha entered the hallway and raised an eyebrow at the two of you.

You quickly bolted before she could get Loki in trouble or alternatively, before you could get yourself in trouble by saying something stupid like ‘please fuck me here and now on the ground’.

You lay awake that night, spending hours looking at the picture you had taken again and again. He was so much more than he let on. The way he had stared you down when you had rested on top of him, your faces only mere inches from one another… you had felt his breath against your lips and if he hadn’t spoken up, you would have kissed him.

Swallowing thickly, you bit your lower lip. He’d been somewhat… carefree today. So unlike he usually behaved around the Avengers, despite his warning to delete that damn dog picture. You sighed as you glanced at it once more.

You had set it as your lock screen, cheering you up instantly whenever you looked at it. You would give everything to see him like that more often.

“Hey FRIDAY,” you started quietly, an idea striking you like one of Thor’s lightning bolts. “When is Loki’s birthday?”

“According to Mr. Stark’s database it is on December the 17th.” The computer voice replied equally quiet.

17th of December… “That’s tomorrow! Where does Tony have that information from?”

“Research resources tell me Thor Odinson provided it.”

“Alright… thanks, FRIDAY.”

Tomorrow! He hadn’t mentioned with a word it was his birthday tomorrow and neither had Thor or any of the other Avengers. Granted, they didn’t exactly like Loki after what he had done in New York. Hell, Tony suffered from PTSD thanks to him and apart from Thor, they all held an undying grudge against him.

You hoped, sincerely, that Loki knew you didn’t hate him. You’d made an effort to show him, after all. And perhaps tonight, you should take it a step further. Smiling to yourself, you crawled out of bed and got to work.

The next morning was unspectacular. Steve was up early to go out for a run, Tony and Natasha were drowning in their coffee and Thor was in an awfully good mood. No one had yet found what you had hidden in the fridge and hopefully, no one would. They were all busy preparing for a trip.

Overnight, it had snowed again. Bright white covered the vast landscape outside, creating a magical and Christmassy atmosphere.

Taking a sip of your own coffee, you shrugged your shoulders, watching how your crush finally entered the kitchen. He barely made an effort to greet the people in the room, only nodding into your and Thor’s direction.

The Thunderer grinned. “Good morning, Loki.”

You already opened your mouth to congratulate him when he went on cheerfully. “It’s a very special day, brother!” He said, patting his shoulder so hard he flinched.

“Is it?” Loki smirked, holding back his anticipation.

“Yes! Tony will finally take us to go snowboarding and skiing! You know, those long boards you tie to your feet and then slide down the hill in the snow!”

His smirk faded in time with your heart skipping a beat. Thor didn’t remember. Thor had forgotten. His own brother… swallowing thickly, you buried your nose in your coffee. Tears burned in your eyes, the pain Loki must feel clawing at your own heart like an angry wildcat.

“Well, have fun, brother.”

“You’re not coming with us?”

“I’d rather spend my time reading than tying two pieces of wood to my feet.” He said, rolling his eyes in the process.

But this was perfect. If the Avengers left to spend a day in the snow, Loki and you would get to be alone. You could spend his birthday with him…

“Leave him. I’ll enjoy this day more without him,” Tony tossed in sternly. “No funny business, reindeer games.”

The God of Mischief only rolled his eyes in response.

“What about you, (Y/N), are you going to come?” Thor continued. Shrugging, you shook your head.

“No… too cold. Besides, I have to get another paper done for university, so…” You lied.

“You’ll miss out.”

You shrugged once more. “It’s alright.”

“Okay then… let’s get going.”

Loki watched them through the window of his room, his soft hands clasped behind his back. An actual sad expression was plastered on his flawless face as he watched the Thunderer climb into the car, leaving him behind. He hadn’t expected any of the Avengers to congratulate him. If anything, he would have ridiculed them for it but Thor… somehow, against all reason and much to his dismay, he had wanted his brother to remember.

Back in Asgard, birthdays didn’t hold a high value, much more important was Yule or All Hallows Eve but still, it was tradition to honour the person concerned.

It broke your heart seeing him standing there so lonely, wishing desperately to read his mind and find out what was going through his head. He had looked so disappointed back in the kitchen…

Knocking softly, you caused him to spin around to face you. He frowned when he spotted the round chocolate cake in your hands, watching you set it on his drawer carefully. Ten green and yellow candles were burning on them, given you didn’t know his exact age.

You cleared your throat nervously. “I mean, I don’t know about Asgard but here on Earth we eat cake and blow out candles when it’s our birthday.” You explained timidly, gifting him a shy smile.

Loki’s voice was barely a whisper when he replied, not quite believing what you were saying. “What?”

“I asked FRIDAY about your birthday. I’m so sorry, Loki. Thor should have remembered. But… I mean, if you want, I can spend the day with you. Do typical birthday stuff together. For now, blow out the candles. Oh, and don’t forget to make a wish first!”

The God of Mischief approached you, still suspicious and unbelieving. “You baked a cake… for me?”

In fact you had spent all night creating this chocolate monster. You had barely slept, which was why you couldn’t stop drinking coffee now.

“I did. Come on, blow out the candles.”

Loki smirked, your heart skipping another beat. He was going to be the death of you and yet, you couldn’t be happier you had cheered him up—at least a little bit.

Nodding, he did as he was told before he pursed his lips to blow out the candles. Grey smoke ascended into the air, fading slowly and spreading an alluring scent in his room.

“And now what?”

“Now we eat it and open a bottle of champagne. Tony keeps tons of these in his bar, I’ll just steal one, he won’t miss it.”

Picking up the cake again, you felt bold enough to grab his hand and tear him with you back into the kitchen. Quickly, you reached for a knife and handed it to him, causing him to frown once more.

“You have to cut it.”

“Alright,” His smirk grew when he took the piece of metal from your hands, your fingers brushing against each other in the process. Alarmed, you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on how he cut the first piece.

“Wait, not that big! The cake is all yours, you can eat as much as you like, really but I wouldn’t even eat half of that.”

You giggled when you took the knife from his hand and cut two smaller slices, putting them on some plates you had prepared along with two champagne glasses. Tony always bought the best stuff, so when you cracked open the bottle, the scent of expensive liquor already filled your nostrils.

You hardly ever drank, only on certain occasions and you figured—if there was one, it was today.

“Here’s to you!” You shouted, winking as you filled the two glasses and handed one of them to Loki. He kept mustering your every movement so intensely you feared to faint, increasing your desire to turn into that champagne glass he touched with his lips. Was he still suspicious? Or just surprised you made such a fuss about his birthday?

Well, for now, you wouldn’t bother and enjoy the time you could spend with him. You desperately wanted Loki to know you liked him—even a lot more than you probably should but you could hardly tell him that to his face, not like that.

No. You settled for the more complicated way. He was a smart man. Surely he would find out, eventually.

“It’s really good.” Loki complimented you when you started eating the cake in silence, fork after fork of the brown mixture disappearing in your mouths.

“Thanks,” you giggled. “I was half asleep when I made it, so I guess it’s alright. So, what do you want to do today? I know I’m technically not allowed to let you out of the mansion but if you wanted to…. I guess, I could… I mean…”

Had he ever smiled this often in one day? You doubted it. Loki’s blue gaze softened when it met yours. He crossed his arms after he finished the cake, his scrutinising glance never leaving your face.

You swallowed thickly.

“Thank you.” He replied. “But I’d rather stay inside. I am not particularly fond of snow.”

Given he was a Frost Giant, that statement was rather absurd and pretty ironic but who were you to judge? You didn’t like snow either. It was wet, it was cold, it slowed down the traffic and when you needed it the most—namely on Christmas, it melted.

“Okay. We could watch a movie. You know, those visual stories Tony told you and Thor about?”

“Which one?”

“It’s your birthday, you pick. Oh, I almost forgot.”

You had pondered over what present to get him for hours. Even when you had finished the cake, the mind-blowing idea still hadn’t come to you… and you had run out of time but then, after lying down again and eyeing the book on your nightstand, you came to a conclusion.

You remembered Loki and you having a conversation about Shakespeare and how he admired literature from all of the nine realms. There was one thing you owned that was special, one thing you knew he would appreciate as much as you did—besides, what else would you have bought him? He was a god, he could just take whatever he wanted.

Grinning, you reached under the table where you had hidden the small package and handed it to him. Loki frowned once more, even if you knew through Thor that presents were in fact an Asgardian birthday tradition as well.

“Happy Birthday!”

Still hesitating, Loki took the package from your hands and carefully ripped the wrapping. You had chosen green paper with golden gift ribbon you had already bought for Christmas. You loved his colours. In fact, your underwear was green. You secretly enjoyed wearing it along with golden jewellery, wishing Loki could see you in it. Wishing, he would want to see you in it. Wishing how he would slowly tear it off your body to expose your… stop.

The sound of ripping paper brought you back to reality, scaring the naughty thoughts away. Loki revealed an old book, the brown leather battered, the pages yellowed and the title hardly readable. The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

“It’s my personal copy. It must be hundreds of years old.”

“Where did you get it from?”

“Actually, I bought it on the flea market. Paid less than twenty dollars for it. A librarian then told me it’s worth several hundreds, so I guess I got lucky. You should have it. My favourite pieces are ‘Hamlet’ and ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’.”

Loki’s blue eyes locked with yours, sincerity and cordiality glistening in them. “Thank you.”

And then, just like that, silence filled the room, with both of you simply staring into each other’s eyes without saying a word. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, merely… intimidating. Your feelings intimidated you.

Clearing your throat, you got up to clean up the plates. “Should we watch that movie now? Maybe we should see ‘Harry Potter’, it’s about a boy who discovers he’s a wizard and then goes to a magical school where he has to fight the most evil wizard of all times.”

Loki chuckled. “Now that sounds a little dramatic.”

“They’re great movies though.”

“Plural?”

“Yes. There’s eight. Seven books and eight movies. Don’t worry, we don’t have to watch them all at once.” You appeased him, winking at him once more.

What could you say? Loki was in love with the plot line. He kept asking you questions, making assumptions about who was behind the troll and the attack on the Quidditch pitch. He figured out quite quickly that Snape wasn’t at all the villain and when the movie was over, he urged you on to start the second.

You had nuzzled into him at some point. Uncontrollably, really! It had gotten rather cold on the couch and when you had wrapped yourself in a blanket like a burrito, Loki had… he had offered you to lean against him. An especially inviting suggestion, especially since he was wearing… casual clothes. He had traded his Asgardian garments for comfortable sweatpants, a white shirt and a grey jacket made of the softest fabric you could imagine. It must have cost a fortune—and quite frankly, you were quite surprised Tony had spent this much money on him, even more so that Loki actually voluntarily wore them. He looked absolutely ravishing in them.

For two hours now, your heart had been beating like a steam hammer, every cell of your body drawn to him like a thin needle by a magnet. You wanted to do so much more than just cuddle him. Heavens, you wanted to kiss him until he ran out of breath. But that would probably confuse and disturb him. And you.

“Loki?” You whispered when the credits of the second movie started. The darkening screen made you only too aware of the growing darkness spreading in the living room. It was turning night outside and you were getting sleepier with every second that passed. Baking a cake in the middle of the night had taken its toll on you but it had been worth it—it had been so worth it.

“Hm?” His soft voice echoed through the room like soft butterfly wings. You suppressed a sigh.

“How old are you actually? I mean, how old did you turn today?”

“In human years?”

“No, in cat years.” You giggled. “Of course in human years.”

“Let me see… 1049. I turned 1049.” Good thing you liked elder men.

Wow. “That’s… very old. I’m only (Y/A).”

Loki smiled mischievously. “Well, you are mortal.”

“Yeah…” It was the last thing you muttered before you fell asleep, one of your arms tightly wrapped around his body. You barely noticed how he lifted you up, carrying you into your bedroom like a cherished bride.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He murmured gently, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. Hope flooded his veins when he closed the door behind him, the smile creeping up on his lips for once honest and truly happy. Maybe he was not so bad after all. Maybe at least one other being in this godforsaken manor liked him. Perhaps even more than they should.

#loki #loki imagine #loki x you #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x reader #tom hiddleston #marvel #marvel imagine #thor #thor imagine #the avengers #the avengers imagine #thor ragnarok #thor ragnarok imagine

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jeonsolar · 6 years

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Miraculous Ladybug 2x16 Troublemaker *Commentary*

I’ve done this five? times. And some people like it. But I’m doing this simply because I find myself funny. And I need to empty my brain. So, I hope you guys enjoy my brain dump.

Ok. To start off, Thanks so much to @wild-mare-of-prosecution for giving me a link to this episode. Second, The Incredibles was awesome. 😊

Disney in Spanish? FB page is Russian? Episode in English? Wow, so multicultural.

21 minutes and two of those will be intro and credits? Sigh.

Who’s the villain again? Cuz this white dude seems like every villain in every movie ever.

Why is the mayor supervising the hotel? See? This is why the city is crumbling!

I don’t pity her because she signed up for that job. EVERYONE knows that’s how shity it is.

How French with all the kissing and lack of personal space.

Yo. Those posters make Jagged look more Jagged. That black shirt thing makes him look hot. Stop it with the 80’s clothes. Go simple and awesome.

I wish I had subtitles.

This show is about finding wives, right?

Fill my shoes?! What? That’s an entirely different show, and a bad name.

Only because he likes his adopted niece, Marinette. Also, those lace gloves are. . . (doesn’t want to say but can’t help it) delicately feminine.

I agree Sabine. I agree.

Every homemade show like this that has real like people, they always look and sound completely out of their element. That’s how you know they’re not actors. Also, Marinette, stop being such a fangirl.

She uses the same stress reliever I do. It’s pretty annoying during exams. It annoys even me. But it also calms me down.

When. . . when did he make … the guitar? And … how? He . . . sucks … at … baking….

There’s signal.

Also, I know Asian people can be smaller than average, but this is a joke.

Holy FUCK! I thought they were going to put on Careless Whisper for a second there!!!!

Sabine knows, Penny does the same shit as Marinette.

Who is Adrien excited to see? Jagged, or the croissants?

MARINETTE? NOOO. No way. Adrien -Just a friend- Agreste, did not just say that…

*sings* Juuuustt aaaa . . . . friiiiiieeeeeeennnnddddd!

TOM HAS GREEN EYES? Girls really do go for their fathers.

I paused, and fucking shit, that hair on Tom looks so real -the beard-.

Marinette’s clumsiness deserves an award. That was impressive. Minimal effort too. 9/10

Upstairs and vague? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

… What’s with her screen saver? Did she have her computer recording Adrien while they were playing video games? That background is her room. I know someone else said it, but these are badly recycled screencaps. That could have at least made plain backdrops and they would have been believable.

If Marinette spent as much time finding where HawkMoth is as she does with collecting Adrien, Paris would be safe.

Play “Spot Random Pictures of Nino”, is fun. Which brings the question, they made random pics of Nino and they couldn’t do that with Adrien?

Adrien is dabbing in one of them.

After a throughout analysis of the pictures in Mari’s room I’m making the theory that Snapchat exists in their world and Mari just screenshots and prints Adrien’s feed.

Penny is so uncomfortable …. So am I. I don’t want to press play.

Plagg, you little shit.

Wait, how big is that house?

HOW BIG IS THAT HOUSE, THAT THEY HAVE TO REUSE THE STAIR ANIMATION?

ANOTHER FLOOR?

It would have been hilarious if Jagged had been dressed in the dress he’s holding. “Here I am modeling a Marinette original. Am I better than this model boy? I am a better model, aren’t I?”

R E S P E C T. ‘You heard the lady.” Well done Penny.

At least no one made a comment about her period. Also, is completely fair and about time she fucking put them in their place.

HOW DOES GABRIEL RUN A COMPANY IF HE SPENDS MOST OF HIS TIME WAITING IN THAT ROOM FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN, SO HE CAN DRAMATICALLY OPEN HIS WINDOW AND BE BAD?

Anime background again. Attack on titan?

I hate to admit, but I would have had the same panic attack. Social media is a bitch.

From that angle her hairstyle looked completely different and Mari looked more Asian.

What a strange lighting, it changes her eye color drastically.

“Plus, its too late already. The show’s live.” *marinette panics and looks at the camera* SOMEONE MAKE A GIF OF THAT AND SEND IT TO ME, ASAP! THIS WILL BE ALL I TEXT FROM NOW ON.

Sabine is a tiger mom and I L O V E IT! Also, Tom appears to be slightly intimidated by the tiny tiger mom.

Sabine is the best mom in the world. Tiger mom, kung fu mom. Caring mom. What else? Ultimately the most B A D A S S MOM IN THE WORLD.

Does… all of Paris have that same security system from Gabriel’s mansion? If so, why was Gabriel so confused by Chat knowing that that mansion had a security system?

What are you talking about? It’s perfect. You are already at the scene of the crime.

Adrien… that was lame.

What if Plagg only likes croissants because it reminds him of Tikki cuz she lives there… I’ll leave that one there for you guys.

Chat… You’re lucky you’re cute.

NO WAY HE LANDED LIKE THAT.

Sometimes I forget he does call her Bugaboo, and that’s not a head cannon.

No. I love Bugabo-

…. What if that was Astruc asking the fans to stop calling her Bugaboo?

Huh? My cat senses are tingling!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Why is Ladybug offering Chat Noir a tour of Marinette’s room? Why is Ladybug so uncomfortable of anyone seeing the pictures? Shouldn’t that arouse Adrien’s suspicion?

When teens hide pictures under their bed is because they do a solo bow-chick-a-bow-wow with them. Marinette has hit puberty. I don’t judge.

*Double checks Mari’s ‘porn’ stash* Adrien boxes?

JESUS CHRIST! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PICTURES? AND WHY ARE THEY HIDDEN?

Nope. Concussion.

No way she’s that fast. Is ladybug frozen?

*Careless whispers plays in the background as LB and CN hold hands*Fun fact, I actually sang it as it was happening. I don’t kid when I say these are things I say outloud as I watch them.

This is a cool shot. I like it. The focus thing? I like it.

How does he dream it? Does Adrien also write fanfiction about how it will happen? Is Adrien hidden amongst our fanfiction writers?

Are you kitten me, Chat? You are gonna judge her?

Hahahaha, Like a gun. That’s funny.

What detective movies do they watch?

So they glued her to Ladybug…. And they earrings too? Does that mean Marinette can never take them off now? Wouldn’t it be smart to also do that to Chat?

Penny: “What… what happened? Where’s Jagged?”

Ladybug: “What happened? You fucked up my room, my life, and almost my secret identity! That’s what happened?”

Chat and Penny: O.O

Ladybug: “…. I mean…. You’re always so helpful…~”

How… she… she’s gotta stay. A…. and he gotta go….

Chat: “You’re the girl of my dreams.”

Ladybug: . . . . fuck off *pushes him off the balcony*

Smooth LB, smooth.

He’s British right?

Now that! That sounds like real Paris. I like that background sound.

NILYA!

…. This . . .. this looks a lot like that little joke I wrote a few months back…..

Also, Adrien, your sneaky chat is showing.

Adrien looked mad at Mari interrupting him. Adrien, your chat is showing.

Ok. The animation of their eyebrows was soooo exaggerated that they looked angry when they are supposed to be like …. Concentrated, or confused. Make those eyebrows smaller.

THIS IS INTENSE! ADRIEN IS GETTING SMART . . . AND SASSY!!

JUST A FRIEND MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA 8D I AM SO NOT PANICKING AT ALL!!! HAHAHAHAH -Marinette

Adrien your douche is showing.

Also, Adrien, shut up Chat noir. Adrien doesn’t know she hides them under her bed and sofa.

J U S T A F R I E N D

Mari’s boobs got bigger. Yes. I did notice. And if there is continuation to that I’ll accept it. She is in puberty.

Isn’t… isn’t that a parallel to another scene? It feels similar to the umbrella scene. The angles.

Tikki did us a favor of reminding us that Marinette is getting better at talking to Adrien. Thanks Tikki.

I just now realized the page I’m in is not facebook. But it looks like it.

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I.... really like this episode. Ok , so here’s the deal. My brother got a microphone. If you guys want I can record these. Truth is, a lot of my commentary gets lost because of typing. I’m fast, but not THAT fast. I could try and do it like cinema sins. And it could help bring back the timestamps. Your call. :)

Thanks for reading.

#ml commentary #ml spoilers #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #marichat #marinette cheng #marinette and tikki #adrien #adrienette #ladrien #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug and chat noir #adventures of ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #LadyNoir

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serendipitousrambles · 6 years

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heres a prompt! mike and eleven in the basement sharing phones bc he wanna show her that music that reminds him abou they two...

Did you mean it as a modern au? I’m going to try, I’ve never done a modern au before but I’ll have a go haha. I don’t really know if it’s what you meant but I didn’t quite understand the ask I’m so sorry xx

2017

El had been back a month. It was hard to keep her secret, everyone everywhere had a phone and a camera, who knows who could reveal El’s hiding place. But Hopper had let her visit Mike despite how much he’d rather keep her safe. But he knew he couldn’t keep them separated again, not now they’ve been reunited. He couldn’t keep telling El “just a few more days” or “just a few more weeks”.

So here she was, in Mike’s basement listening to him try and tell her all the things she’d missed out on in the last year - and what a year that was.

“It’s dead?” she tilted her head at him when he’d shown her a video on his phone.

“Vine?” Mike laughed, “technically but it’s dead in the sense that the website isn’t available. So people just watch the videos on YouTube instead.”

He had tried to introduce her to internet culture but he guessed her life hadn’t really made it easy for her to understand -and he couldn’t blame her. She smiled at some of the videos but others were perhaps too complex that you wouldn’t be able to understand if you hadn’t already sacrificed your soul to the internet.

Mike laughed, “And if you thought the demogorgan was bad, you should check out the new President…”

Mike knew it was all so much for her to take in. Having been in a lab so long that any normalcy of being a teen was completely foreign to her.

He just felt a need to show her things, show her a stupid video or a stupid photo. He didn’t know why, guessed it was because he had no clue how to show his feelings.

“And look,” Mike held up his phone on front camera, El jumped back at seeing her face. It was like a mirror…but not quite. You could add funny faces to the photo, make your eyes change shapes. It was amazing.

“What, what is it?” she smiled.

“Snapchat. Look, it can make your face go funny.” he let her play around with his phone for a while, taking photos and looking at things online.

He didn’t know how she’d found it, but she had. El had found his spotify and found his secret playlist. It had a bunch of cheesy songs that he was embarrassed he listened to. But he couldn’t help it, they were some catchy songs. He knew the others would tease him for listening to boybands and slow, romantic songs so he kept it secret. His guilty pleasures playlist. He knew that everyone had one - but still…it was embarrassing to even think about.

His heart almost stopped when he heard his phone start playing some awful boyband song. Shit…she knew now what a sap he was.

“Ah, that’s uh…just…some random song. I don’t know who it is.” Mike blushed, trying to grab the phone and shut off some cheesy One Direction song. “Who even listens to them anymore? They broke up a few years ago.” he face-palmed. Why does he even know when they broke up?

But in trying to shut it off, the song changed to a slower song. A man with a British accent began singing. Mike was dying with embarrassment. She looked at him, confused as to why he felt that way.

“I listened to this song because…” Mike tried to explain. But the words were stuck. He was blushing, this wasn’t how he wanted to tell her. “Because it reminded me of you.”

She looked at the title of the song. “Perfect?” she smiled at him but was blushing, suddenly feeling very aware of their closeness.

“We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.” Mike was silent, letting the song play out for her to hear. “I will not give you up, this time.”

353 days. He hadn’t given up on her. And now she was back…he wasn’t going to lose her again.

#mileven #prompt #modern au

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iloveanimalsmorethanhumans · 4 years

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They see my photos and call me sensual, enchantress, desirable...and I look at my unfiltered, unedited, naked truth and smile.

I can work an angle and lighting better than a snapchat filter and while they stare and imagine my skin like warm porcelain and imperfections like marble, revealed carefully, I run my hands over my pudding belly and admire my batwings hidden from their greedy eyes and leering imaginations.

Let them see what they wish and call me beautiful while ignoring the dimpled thighs encased in denim and made more appealing with a camera tilt, shadows secreting the unseemly hair I can't be bothered to remove before every whimsical desire for a little validation.

Look closely at the loosened skin pulled taught by holding my head just...so. close cropped edges to hide that crease in my waist where late night decadence lives.

I am not ashamed.

Perhaps on meeting, there's a little surprise. I hold myself taller in photos, I know.

This body though, with it's secrets and lies, has aged properly for what it's been through, and art does not imitate life...except that the percentage of me you see in photos equates how much of my soul I'll give you upon meeting.

My secrets are mine to hold like angles and shadows and if you unlock that door, the lighting won't matter anyway.

03/02/20

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #poem #curvy body #body positvity #bopo

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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Messy - 2 (Lauren Jauregui/Kendall Jenner)

Chapter 2

Lauren deals with the aftermath of Kendall posting a picture together. Kendall stays unbothered and continues to befriend Lauren.

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Lauren tried to ignore it, tried to not make a deal out of it.

Her verified mentions are filled with tabloid headlines of the picture of them. Which was ridiculous, because for them to make any kind of story from it is beyond her. What were they supposed to write anyway? Lauren wouldn’t dare click on any of it. Lauren doubts Kendall will comment on it because Lauren is a C-list celebrity, and will do nothing for Kendall’s career.

She gained a lot of followers because of it, in both Instagram and Twitter. She noticed Kendall’s fans are already lurking on her page, liking pictures of her, even those that dated back to last year. She doesn’t even think she can open her Twitter app anymore.

She figures, she’d let it pass.

They will be on Carpool Karaoke in 2 days, and people will forget about this after that.

Dinah greets her as she puts her phone to silent.

“So, Kenren huh?”

“What?”

“Kenren. Kendall and Lauren. It’s kinda hard to miss.”

Great. She turns off her notifications, so universe gives her a live one. This is like trying to get away from A (on PLL).

“Funny.” Lauren deadpans as she maneuvers her way pass Dinah, but Dinah seems to be in the mood to annoy her, quickly tailing her.

“What does it mean hot potato? Is that an inside joke? I’m feeling neglected, Lauren. You’re ignoring me.”

“Lauren” Poke.

“Laurennnn” Poke poke.

“Ralph?” Poke poke

Snap!

“Stop it!”

Lauren glares at Dinah but the younger girl just laughs, clearly amused that she has managed to piss Lauren off again. “It’s nothing, Dinah. I swear!”

“Why would she put you in her story if it’s nothing?”

“Fuck if I know!”

“Lauren, language!”

Lauren winces at Ally’s hush. “Dinah’s been bothering me again.” She says softly.

Dinah raises her hand and continues on tailing Lauren when she moves across the room. “I’m curious. If it’s nothing, why would you be uptight about it?”

“Because!!” Before Lauren can stop it, she’s on a roll, “It IS nothing! You wouldn’t shut up about it, just because I didn’t say anything juicy when there is really NOTHING else to say!” It’s the same story all over again.

She’s gay. She denies it, people kept insisting she still is gay.

Camren. She denies it, people kept saying she’s hiding it.

She comes out. People think’s it’s public stunt.

She breaks up with her girlfriend.

She dates someone else.

She breaks up with her boyfriend.

It doesn’t matter what the issue is. She says something, and people will ignore what she says because it’s not what they want to hear.

“Okay… What crawled up in your ass and died?” Dinah murmurs as she backs away slowly.

She wouldn’t wish her misfortune on her bandmates. No. Never. But she wishes people would stop focusing on her and attacking her just because they have nothing to talk about.

She sighs, “We were talking. Nothing of significance. Until she asked to take a picture. Because we found it funny that we run across each other at events but never spoken more than one or two words to each other. And then I told her I looked like a potato. Because I was surrounded with skinny attractive people. And I don’t know… I felt… it felt like it. And then she said that it wasn’t the case. We took a picture. That’s it.”

Unspoken apology.

Dinah just giggles and pinches Lauren’s cheeks. “Now is that so hard to say?”

Lauren sighs in relief but quickly pushes Dinah away, but to no avail, Dinah was stuck with her. “Ally!!!”

When all else fail, call for Ally.

Ally on a distance just sighs and massages her temple, “Lord Almighty, what did I ever do to be stuck with these kids?”

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They were on Carpool Karaoke, finally. And they were jamming to their songs, from Work From Home to Me and My Girls.

He asked about Kendall. ‘Cause it would be foolish to pass up the opportunity to ask to. “So you looked like a potato… I don’t… I don’t understand?”

Lauren looks out the window as she hums to, ‘Don’t Say You Love Me’ softly, before answering, “It’s an expression.”

“I know… but I… I look like a potato. I mean, I’m a cute potato. You’re—”

“—a hot potato” Dinah finishes, then Ally and Normani joins her laughing.

Somewhat, she’s thankful Dinah’s coming to her aid. She just doesn’t understand the deal with this.

Without thinking, Lauren says, “Well we could be potatoes together, if you want.”

Silence.

James gasps, and cries, “Lauren Jauregui, stop flirting with me!”

The car erupted with laughter.

There wasn’t any awkward moment on the whole trip.

They talked about other songs they like.

Places they’d like to visit more.

The funny story on Normani and her cream pie.

Dinah driving. (Because apparently, when James asked who was the worst driver, and they all said probably Dinah, and Dinah, of course, denied it. So to finally prove this accusation wrong, James decided to let Dinah drive)

It was okay.

They’re surviving, even though Dinah occasionally speeds up with no apparent reason. Or comes too close to other cars. Or casually takes her eyes off the road to join in on conversations.

When you ask Lauren what would her expectations be in Carpool Karaoke, she DID NOT envision this.

The topic of the bet comes, and Lauren doesn’t know how on Earth it came to that.

She doesn’t remember who mentioned it, but Ally and Normani were sandwiching James at the back of the car, which to Lauren actually looked like an angel and a devil whispering things to him, and then the topic just came up.

“Wait, so how much money are we talking about?” Normani whispers to James, and Lauren rolls her eyes at the dramatics. It’s only a hundred bucks per person.

So they were consoling Lauren, after her break up. And Dinah, to make things lightly said that Lauren is a champ and she’d definitely be back up her game a few months later.

Normani, probably, with a bit of alcohol in her system, or just humoring Dinah said they should bet on it.

And so they did.

Normani said, she’d date in 4 months… which is about now, so probably why she even mentioned it… forgetting that they’re on camera. She just hopes they cut this out.

Dinah, doubles Normani’s bet, and said, it’ll take at least 8 months, because they’d be going on tour soon.

And Ally supports Lauren’s claim, that Lauren would at least be single for a year.

And it was all fun and games… until they next day, Dinah did not forget. Because she wasn’t drunk.

And she was telling their friends because she finds it funny.

Every time Dinah mentions how Lauren vows she’d be single for a year, they ALL laugh, in which Lauren frowns.

On the next rehearsal, Dinah tells Sean, who in return places his bet to 6 months. Later that day, their manager, lawyer, driver, stylist were already on the roll.

“Why don’t you just tweet about it?” Lauren says as she drags Dinah away from their crew before she can even open her mouth.

“You guys, when I win—”

“if!”

Lauren ignored Normani and continues, “WHEN I win, I will take all your coins, take Ally out, we’ll have so much fun you all would be jealous!”

Normani and Dinah snorts while simultaneously saying, “Okay, Lauren.”

“Oh please. When I win, you will never hear the end of it.” Dinah adds

James joins in, “Okay I wanna say, in 9 months. But how do I know when somebody wins?”

“Oh you’ll know. Girl can’t keep it a secret when she’s dating someone.”

If Dinah wasn’t on the steering wheel, Lauren’d definitely slap her in the face.

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“Wow. I’m gonna pretend you did not sound so repulsed by the idea of dating me.”

They’re hanging out at Lauren’s place.

Which isn’t weird.

Because now, they’re sort of friends?

And they went out to have lunch that one time when they’re both in LA.

And there were paparazzi everywhere, and Lauren is convinced they have a tracker on Kendall. So now, she’s more cautious hanging out with her.

And now they’re stuck at her place because she doesn’t want people making up stories about them.

Because Kendall is actually sweet, and fun to be with. And yeah, she’s kinda cool, so Lauren doesn’t really mind the new company.

But she does mind the shippers threatening to harass her every time they hang out together.

Not when people knew she’s for sure single and her friends bet on when she’ll be dating again. Not when it’s creating a buzz so their team is encouraging it. Not when drama follows Kendall five times than it follows her.

Lauren just laughs as she takes a picture of Kendall and Leo playing on her couch. She learns that Kendall is really great with dogs, and she’s teaching Leo how to play fetch. “It’s not that. It’s just that people tend to make a big deal out of nothing. It’s like I can’t be just friends with anyone.”

“I know. There was a point, people thought I was dating this dude I don’t even talk to.” Kendall said as she throws the ball. She smiles when Leo goes after it, but frowns when he didn’t pick up the ball but just lies next to it.

“Yeah, and girls count on me too. Aftermath of coming out.” Lauren can laugh at it now. She watches as Kendall waves the treat she brought in front of Leo. Leo looks up to it, tilting his head. He’s so cute, Lauren’s heart is melting.

“Don’t I know it? People thinks I’m gay just because I’m tomboy. Or that I spend too much time with my girlfriends. Or any other things I just choose to ignore. That every time I got out with someone, it’s actually to beard.” Slowly Leo grabs the ball and put it in front of Kendall. At this Kendall pumps her hands to the air and gives the treat to Leo.

“Well, what’s hotter than two attractive girls making out, right?” Lauren says casually as she scrolls through her phone. She laughs softly at the snapchat of her friends back at Miami. God, she misses them.

Before Lauren knows what’s happening, she feels Kendall’s lips on her cheeks. She looks at Kendall in confusion, “Wha–?”

Kendall takes a quick snap of her kissing Lauren’s cheek, while Lauren smiles at her phone, then slowly looking up. She laughs as she types in, ‘petition for a potato emoji’, then adding it to her story.

“What’s the worse that can happen, right?”

Lauren contemplates on answering.

Well there’s queerbaiting.

And people thinking their cooking something.

But Leo probably just learned how to play fetch.

Fuck it.

#UPDATE #series #non AU #requested #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #Messy

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Chapter 144

Cammie

Trey makes a face at me. "Love you."

"Why can't you stay on the phone?"

"I told you, Jay. Bye." he says covering the screen.

He normally does it until I hang up. Today I'm not hanging up. Like I just don't feel like believing that he is 100% faithful today. It's all according to what he does and says. Like he never talks to me as he is getting ready or when his new stylist is around. I hate that. Or the fact that he never video chats me when other people are around. It all makes me wonder. I stare at the blank screen until he moves his hand.

"Jay, Baby?"

"Hmm?"

He sighs. "Here. Talk to CiCi."

I suck my teeth. "No, Tremaine."

"Hey, Cammie."

"Hey." I huff.

She giggles. "Okay then bye."

She doesn't actually hang up. Instead she smiles at the camera then sits it down. She carefully props it up so that I could see Trey fumbling through the clothes. Some lady comes up holding a shirt. He turns back to what he is doing. She brings him something else. He holds it up then holds it out to CiCi who folds it across her arm. Okay, I'm done with this. I hang up. That was boring as shit.

"Hey, Bay." Sevyn says walking in. "Let's walk downstairs."

"I only have a few minutes."

She gestures to me to follow her. I remove my top shirt and replace it with the one I wear downstairs. I've been doing this so much I have a routine now. I even know everyone that works in the café. I'm super glad no one is stunting me.

"Hey, Cammie." someone says excited.

"Um, hey." I say catching up with Sevyn.

Amber looks at me and smile. "What are you thinking about?"

"Like I seriously hate this life."

"Why?" she says stopping in front of a door.

I pause when she starts to enter the room. "Cause... Why we going in here?"

She grabs my hand. "You have an amazing life, Bae. Listen, in a few weeks, you will be home with your perfect family and you will be saying it all different. Trust me."

"Yeah." I shrug looking around the room. "What is this?"

"Something Trey setup." April says smiling extra hard.

"Oh." I say numb.

April touches my hand. "Just say hey and leave if you want. They understand."

The room was filled with roses and only a few people. I feel so nervous for some reason. I mean that maybe what I feel. I just know the numbness is greater than anything. MiMi comes up to me.

"Stop acting like my breast stank." she whines checking herself.

"I meant to tell you MiMi." Sevyn whispers moving her from me. "We have food. Please say you already ate so I can eat the fruit by myself."

I take a shallow deep breath. "Hey, everyone."

It's MiMi, Sevyn, Hidia, Leah, April, and Teyanna. Teyanna looks up from her phone when I speak. She comes over to me then smiles.

"I'm reposting some of your pictures as relationship goals."

"What picture?"

She smiles. "Bitches came all the way to my snap to hate."

I take her phone. "Pictures of me?"

"Oh." she says grabbing the phone back. "Your husband breaking hearts on Twitter, SnapChat, everything. Here is him and Lane on Snapchat making breakfast. Then it's videos of you guys fighting over the camera. So cute. What I love is the Instagram panel of your face. Takes up the whole screen."

"What is that man's problem?" I say.

"Well he explained minutes before blowing everything up with your face."

I watch the video of him singing. He stops then starts talking about how he missed me. I have never know Trey to be so open about anything. He is trying to prove a point with this. I've always been here and there on his page. It's his page. Not really much about me. Now he goes and puts my face all over his page.

"Damn, did he cheat on me?"

"Why would you think that first?" MiMi says. "He misses you."

I go to the buffet table. "MiMi shut up with that Yana save my life bullshit."

MiMi kisses my cheek. "Anyway, how is the man upstairs?"

"God? Oh he cool."

"I hate you." MiMi snaps walking away.

I turn to them. "Y'all I swear I don't feel like being happy. I'm glad y'all love me."

"Yeah, we know you Cammie." Hidia says. "I'm just glad I was included cause like damn I get left out of everything like I don't stay in Atlanta."

"Awh, boohoo." MiMi says.

Hidia laughs. "Damn, I was convinced."

April hugs me. "How is the baby doing this morning? I've been trying to give you your space. I know those nurses are already annoying."

"I mean for real. Like I have to get permission to touch my baby. I don't." I say eating a banana. "Well, I'm going back upstairs."

"Girl, you make me scared to be doing this all over after so many years."

I glance at Leah. Why was that needed? "Don't let me be your guide."

April moves towards the door. "I'll walk you back upstairs."

"Yes, before I lose my support with this cloud of sorrow."

"I love you, Bae." Teyanna says. "Can I come see the baby?"

I turn around and smile. "Yes, of course. Come see him."

"Caden what?"

"Caden Elijah." I smile.

Leah frowns. "I saw the little bundle this morning for the first time. I cried so hard for so long. He is so precious. I can't take it. I'm ready for you to be busy and need a quick sitter."

"Leah, she is married. No quickies." MiMi snaps.

"Love you." Amber says.

April and I leave. "I'm glad you came down."

"I'm so gloomy right now. Leah was making me mad with her drama."

"I know. She is pregnant you and I both know she meant no harm."

I roll my eyes. "All of them wanted me to feel good about this. I can't. I can't even get around thinking he done something negative. I'm screwed up."

"With reason."

"April."

"I'm trying to be supportive, damn it."

I giggle. "Oh, yes, continue."

All she does is smile at me. April has been very supportive. I hate that I'm so attached from everyone. It seems like no one truly understands how I feel. My youngest baby boy is stuck in the hospital with tubes everywhere that I know are uncomfortable. My oldest is thousands of miles away with my love. Nothing is going my way.

Chris

"Hey, Chrissy." Sevyn says.

"Amber Ass."

She giggles. "I know my ass brown thanks."

I lay back on the bed. "Things are fucked up around here."

"Are they? Trey seems to be fine."

"And when did you figure this out when he talking to Cammie, the person that fucking makes everything gold? How many times you been pissed off and Cammie makes it all good by smiling at you? Anyway, shit not all good."

Sevyn makes a sad face. "Yeah, and Cammie going through a lot. The baby is doing better. Gaining weight."

"I thought I was ready for a baby but the shit is no walk in the park."

"No, it's not."

She gets extremely silent. We stare at each other saying anything. I initially came to Europe to help out. Now I see that the only thing good for Trey is to get back to the other half of his family. He has Lane here which will really help him.

"We went out last night. I won't do that again."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. "Well, Trey... Don't worry about."

"What happened?"

"Nothing." I say looking away.

I shouldn't have started that statement. The problem is that Trey is too stressed to be in the company of pretty available women. I didn't like how friendly he was being with them. I believe that the night could have possibly ended with him and so random girl. I could tell he wanted freedom from all of this. Maybe a night where he no longer had the responsibility of a family on top of everything. I started acting drunk and making him mad. Eventually we left the club where I instantly sobered up but I started talking about Lane and how he waiting up for us, which is true. He knows Trey was gone.

"Christopher!"

"Hmm?" I say focusing on her.

"You got to tell me."

I lie too easily. "Trey has been having a bad attitude. Almost fought this person. Plus Lane was up waiting for him."

It's not my place to put that burden on her. She shouldn't have to hide that. It's more understandable for a man to hide a man's secrets. Trey wouldn't ever forgive me if I fucked up his marriage. I wouldn't forgive myself.

"Aye, I danced with this big booty hoe." I say to Sevyn.

"I kissed this big booty joe."

I laugh. "Sound like a faggot."

She rolls her eyes. "Trey setup this small dinner for Cammie. We expected her to reject the idea but it was so fucking hard to actually witness. I wanted to reach out and take all her pain away. It's like she is blanked by grief."

"Yeah, I heard from Trey."

"Is that why he blowing up the internet with her?"

I shrug. "I missed that."

"It's all over his Instagram and everything. Cammie feels like he did it just because he cheating on her."

"Why would she think that?" I say freaking out on the inside.

Sevyn shrugs. "She is fragile. She could think anything."

I breathe deeply. "She should voice it to him."

"No, she shouldn't." Sevyn snaps. "She gets a little happy when she talks to him. There is no need to bring in frustration. Imma go talk to her. Call me back in a little while."

"Don't hang up."

She stares at the phone. "What?"

I sit up. "How are you doing? Trey and Cammie aren't the only ones in the world."

"I'm going good." She smiles.

"What are we doing after Trey returns to America?"

"Going to Florida right? I ordered this cute new bathing suit."

"Where we going we gonna be swimming naked."

She giggles. "It's that secluded?"

I nod. "We haven't done something together in a while. I got a lot of stuff planned."

"Chris, I really think you grew a lot. I hate so many people had to deal with the other you. I like the improvement."

"Thanks." I say smiling more on the inside.

"I'm being serious though. I know I got issues and all so I don't know where this will end up but I'm glad we tried... Trying it."

I raise my eyebrows. "I am too."

"Trey only has 4 days."

"That's it?"

She nods. "Yeah."

The room door opens. "Aye, these bitches... You on the phone?"

"Go ahead." Sevyn says kissing at me. "Call me back."

"Nope." I say looking at him.

He stands there silent then kicks back into monster mode. "They want me to close the show instead of it going like it was. So I will only be on stage for 2 songs. One of which is me and Nicki song. They got me fucked if they think I'm doing that shit."

"The fuck?"

"Exactly." he retorts. "They supposed to be bringing in some fucking British brat in. I ain't getting pushed back."

I stand up. "Aye, look. I know you committed to this and everything but you not needed here."

"What?"

"Go home before you fuck something up."

He gives me a cold look. "Let these bitches win by running home. Fuck no."

I didn't want the anger turned on me. "So what you want? Go on stage anyway at your time?"

"I'm thinking that. Let them ruin the show by taking me off."

"Fuck them."

He stares at me. I stand there looking back at him. I gave him the best way out of the shit. I'm going to keep thinking of other ways to get this man home tomorrow. I'm going to come up with something. But for this moment it's me and him against them. Lane neutralizes the rage of Trey by entering the room. He was carrying some index cards.

"That say Daddy?"

"Jump."

Lane shuffle the cards in his little hand. "That say?"

"Could."

"That say, Chris?" Lane says walking to me. "No, say that. That say?"

I chuckle. "Purple."

Lane hands me the card. "I not like purple. You like purple?"

"Yeah."

"That say?"

"Apple. A."

He flips the card over. "It red, Chris?"

"Yes."

Trey walks out of the room. I follow. He is picking up the cards that Lane had scattered around the floor. Lane runs in the room to help him. I pick the ones up by my feet. That little boy is saving Trey right now. Lane makes him laugh. He grabs him and tickle him messing all the cards up again.

"Damn it." Lane says looking at the pile. "All my words."

"Son." Trey says then laughs.

Lane starts trying to fix them. "I do it."

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