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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Just Call Me Cupid

Fred Weasley x Reader

George Weasley x Reader(Platonic)

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List:

Prompts: 15, 24 & 25

"Could you be anymore annoying?"/"Maybe I can make it up to you by...taking you roughly in the barn."/"[Y/N or Character] DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!"

Warnings: Swearing (always)

-Part One-

You know how the story goes. Three mischievous Gryffindors bonding over pranks and countless detentions. Becoming inseparable during their first year, and sticking together through thick and thin. That was the relationship between Y/n y/l/n and Fred and George Weasley. She fit into their lives perfectly. Her humour was exactly like theirs. She liked the same sports. Had the same classes. The same friends. Although one would wager that y/n held all the common sense of the three, always sure to rein the Twins in if they were edging too close to a line they shouldn't cross.

They used to joke she were the "Missing Triplet". Unknowingly separated from them at birth. They'd even gone as far one year to dye her hair fire orange, referring to her as Y/n Weasley for months.

With every passing holiday the Twins would bring y/n home with them. Her home life wasn't particularly grand, it was adequate in a way but had nothing on life at the Burrow. Molly welcomed her everytime with open arms. It wasn't uncommon for her to stay the entire holiday, start to finish, as she got along so well with the family, all of whom loved her like their own sister and, in Mr and Mrs Weasleys case, own daughter. So of course this Summer would be no different.

As the second week of their holiday came around; Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Y/n and even Hermione found themselves left to their own accord for the day as Percy and Mr Weasley had work and Mrs Weasley had errands to run.

The group woke to a fully prepared breakfast waiting for them and a completely chore-free schedule, a rarity in this home.

"Morning all" y/n greeted cheerily as she entered the kitchen. "Someone's happy this morning" "I'm happy every morning, Georgie." She replied as she made her way around the table with a spring in her step. "Oo, toast!" She exclaimed reaching for a single piece balancing on the edge of Ronald's plate, which earned her a stern slap across the wrist from the boy. "Damn. Relax! It's not like I went for a piece of bacon..." "Careful, y/n/n" began Harry from beside her, "that's a sure fire way to lose a hand." He joked. "Oh, right! I'm so sorry I forgot!-"

"RONALD, DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!" everyone, aside from Ron, shouted amusedly before falling into loud laughter. This had been a long running joke amongst the friends and family after Ron had yelled the line at dinner one night years ago. Y/n had to grip the back of Rons chair to stop from falling as he scowled at the groups mockery. "Oh sod off. HEY!" Y/n stole a piece of bacon from Rons otherside while he had been distracted. "Payment for one viscous assault on your favourite sister." She goaded taking a bite from the crispy piece of meat. "You're not even related." "Not yet." Smiling across the table she shot George a wink. George grinned, tongue pressed to cheek as his brow raised amused by her insinuation, in response he pursed his lips blowing her a kiss.

Y/n finally made her way around the table to a vacant seat by Freds side, chuckling lightly at Rons uncomfortable expression.

"Wow y/n, can't believe you'd really settle for the less-attractive Twin." Fred feigned insult as George threw a piece of crust at him. "I didn't. Otherwise I would have chosen you, wouldn't I?" She smiled innocently.

Fred's jaw dropped open in shock at her words. Though he fought hard to contain the smile and laugh forming on his lips, Fred was unsuccessful, cheeks grinning as a chuckle made it's way from his throat.

"WOW!" he placed a hand to his chest, "wound me why don't you?" He looked back to his gathered friends and family, all of whom were laughing at his dramatic reaction. "That's my girl", George spoke fondly, leaning back in his chair, hand hung behind Fred to y/n as they low-fived.

"Some 'best friend' you are." Fred continued, "and GINNY! I can't believe you would laugh at such a heinous lie! I thought we were closer than that!" Ginnys face were so red it near rivalled her hair at this point. Fred turned his attention back to y/n to find her face a similar shade, light joyful tears brimming in her eyes. He stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout. "Awwe...Freddie..." she tried to speak, "come on, you know you're my favourite" she leant into his side - hugging his arm - placing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"OI!" her 'future husband' protested, "I'm right here!" "Sorry Georgie, gotta keep my options open. You know how it is."

The remainder of the meal was spent discussing how to fill in their first day home alone for the holidays. Everyone was excited at the prospect of a potential Quidditch match, except Hermione - the only one who doesn't play the sport, and the sloppy ground outside from the past days rain didn't appear very inviting in her opinion. Their plan was thwarted regardless as Ginny reminded the Boys of their current grounding.

Fred, Ron and George had all been forbidden access to their brooms and Quidditch equipment for two weeks, after accidentally breaking a kitchen window with a bludger - released too soon near the house. In the end everyone simply parted into their own groups.

Ginny and Hermione disappeared to her room, Ron and Harry to his, while the remaining three spent the day outside.

Fred, George and y/n were partaking in some 'friendly' bits of competition to occupy their time. It started innocently enough; "let's see who can throw a Garden Gnome the farthest". But naturally, as all three individuals were highly competitive, it escalated. It was all out War by the afternoon.

Basically, they were now running around, breathless and sweaty, chucking mud cakes in their "opponents" direction. A total free for all.

As a cramp set in y/ns ribs she sought shelter behind a shrub by side of the Burrow, trying desperately to spot either Twin and failing. She was thankful however for the opportunity to catch her breath. That was untill...

"Tired are we?" Startled by the sudden voice y/n jumped eye's locking with those of George who stood far too confidently before her, hands tucked behind his back, as he smirked. Y/ns eyes widened, this couldn't be good. Her eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area. No sign of Fred. That definitely isn't good. She began stepping away slowly from the redhead infront of her who cocked his head at her movements slowly following. Smile only growing as he lowered an arm revealing a metal pail filled with sludge.

"Oh God. George, please no!" Her arms came out in defence, "I'm begging you...Georgie, please don't!" Though worried and pleading she couldn't help the nervous smile and giggle that came to the surface. Eyes staring into his "I'll do anything! Mate, please just...put. down. The bucket."

George let out a long sigh, contemplating, as he swung the pail loosely in his hand staring to it's contents. With a dramatic roll of his head and a groan he dropped the bucket by his feet. "Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Y/n repeated, relieved. "Had you done that I'd never get my chance..." Georges brows furrowed, "chance for what?" "THIS!" Y/n scooped up a large mud patty from her feet, hurtling it directly across the side of his face, laughing maniacally. Though as George slowly scooped away the gathered muck on his eye, flicking it off his fingers, she couldn't help but feel bad. A little anyway. Offering a half-hearted apology as he wiped away the dirt by his mouth.

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" He began advancing on her again, "to think I took it easy on you, my 'loving' wife-to-be." He added sarcastically. Y/n gulped as she noticed the new found determination held in his gaze. Laughter turning nervous as she backed away. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you by...taking you roughly in the barn?" "Mmm tempting. But I have a better idea" he smirked wickedly. Y/ns face dropped as she made to run, but she wasn't fast enough, George wrapped his arms around her body holding her tight in place. "Not so fast, love." He lifted her from her feet walking blindly back towards the house. "No! Please no!" She whined through giggles, "Geoooorge" "It's not me you should be worried about, sweetheart." He whispered to her ear. Huh?

"Oooooh FREDDIE!" he called over his shoulder. FUCK! Where was Fred!?

George turned sharply on the spot and y/n suddenly found herself face to face with one Fred Weasley, complete with bucket. Only this one wasn't the same from earlier, it was bigger. And filled with...what was that? Oh god. Ice.

"Woah y/n/n, you look really flustered. Reckon you might need to cool off." He grinned. "Freddie, I was thinking exactly the same thing." Georges grip on y/n tightened as she began to squirm furiously. Pleading them not to. Fred raised the bucket in his arms as she slipped to the ground, George pinning her down and tugging back the side of her shirts collar.

Fred leaped into action, pouring the buckets contents over her exposed shoulder so the ice would fall down her back as well as down her chest. Y/n squealed at the brisk temperature change. Breath hitching and shuddering in response. The boys jumped back as she scrambled to her feet, shaking the material of her shirt to lose the ice still clinging beneath it. Various curses and insults being shot to the twins whilst doing so.

"Prats." She shivered, "the both of you. Prats." All three couldn't contain their laughter at this. George excused himself for a moment to rid his eye of a few pesky grains of dirt under his eyelid.

He dunked his head under the tap of the kitchen sink in order to rinse his eye, and face while he was at it, clean before filling himself a glass of water having become quite hot from all the running he'd done this afternoon. A sudden yell pulled his attention out the window.

Chuckling as he watched Fred frantically running from y/n who held the bucket of mud George had threatened her with earlier.

Fred was running backwards with his arms raised trying desperately to bargain his way out of his punishment. George could only just make out the conversation carrying on in the moment.

"Come on, said I was sorry didn't I?" "Why don't you put the bucket down and I'll run you a bath" "I have a stash of chocolate frogs upstairs you can help yourself to!" George was amused by that line in particular as he knew for certain that stash was well and truly gone, days ago, as he and y/n had helped themselves to it whilst he showered.

Fred were a fairly safe distance away as he out manoeuvred his friend easily with such long legs and lack of bucket. He probably could have kept up their little dance for some time, enough for her to admit defeat, if he had not tripped back over his own feet. George snorted at the sight, water nearly shooting from his nose, as his brother fell flat on his back. Y/n seized her moment. Standing above him with bucket raised smiling.

Many 'please's, and 'y/n's and of course countless 'no's falling from Fred mouth, all in vain as the bucket tipped above him. Contents hitting directly to his chest and covering him in filth. George really wished he had a camera right about now.

"What are you laughing at?" Ginny had appeared, grabbing a glass of water for herself. "Y/n getting revenge." "Why aren't you out there?" "To avoid exactly that happening to me." The two watched as Fred stood, wrapping himself around y/n to smear mud over her body as well, swaying them side-to-side dramatically as he did so. Muffled shrieks came from her mouth which was pressed tight against his chest.

"Mum's going to have a field day with you three." Ginny commented, placing down her cup as she ascended the staircase. George inhaled sharply as his jaw clenched at the thought. His eyes scanned the yard...they had made quite the mess. He wondered if they'd ever be allowed to play Quidditch again. Or even be allowed out of the house for that matter. His thoughts were cut short as his attention fell back to his brother and best friend.

They'd stopped rough-housing. Y/n pushing back from him with a huff. She stood before him with a pout, covered completely in muck. Fred was laughing haughtily at the sight as he took a step forward, sweeping a dirty piece of hair behind her ear. His fingers delicately traced her cheek bone and down toward her lips which had parted slightly as she stared at him. His head was hung towards her as he gazed back, hand now resting just below her jaw. Both slowly leaning closer...

The moment was over as quickly as it'd began, by Fred clearing his throat and dropping his arm, both hands finding his pockets and standing back a pace. He had said something about needing a shower to which y/n laughed awkwardly, avoiding any further eye contact.

"Ho-ly FUCK!" George exclaimed to himself as realisation hit him like a bag of bricks. "They fancy one another" his eyes were wide. How hadn't he noticed before?

The way their eyes seemed to linger on one anothers a tad longer than two friends would. The shameless flirting. The "innocent" light touches. How Fred always had his arm over her shoulder if he could. The quick kisses to their cheeks. The blushing. The way Fred tensed, white knuckled, when boys were 'too friendly' with y/n. The way y/ns teeth would grind as girls would fall over Fred. It all seemed so obvious now.

Without a second moments thought George bolted up the stairs.

Hermione and Ginny sat cross-legged on her bed, chatting casually about the upcoming school year and what excitement it may hold, when the bedroom door violently swung open. Slamming into the wall, one hot, sweaty and very much out of breath George clung to its handle.

The girls stared wide-eyed at the sight. "...yes?" Ginny asked curiously. Her brother was a sputtering mess, attempting to speak through deep burning breaths. "F-Fre-and y/...Fred and y/n!" He gasped, arms waved and flailing dramatically trying to make them understand him in his frantic state. "They-they're...they fancy one another!" He finally exclaimed before clutching his side painfully, "Oh, cramp".

Ginny and Hermione looked at one another with identical blank stares before shrugging simply, "We know" they spoke. "You KNOW!?" "It's pretty obvious." Said Hermione. A deep, frustrated, sigh left Georges throat, his head rolled and he flopped heavily into the small space between both girls, the action causing them to bounce.

"Could you be anymore annoying?" Ginny groaned but George ignored her, "This is unbelievable." "Is it though?" His sister questioned. "They're always all over one another. Always staring when they think the other's not looking." "Not to mention they're perfect for one another." Hermione giggled " "He stops her from stressing too much over school work, keeps her out of her shell when she's struggling. And she very well may be the only person on the planet capable of settling him down when he gets worked up."

"Do you think they know?" George asked, eyes fixed to the ceiling. "Not a chance" "Absolutely not." The girls answered. "Look how long it took you to realise, and you're their best friend." Added Hermione causing Georges brows to furrow. She had a point. They'd spent nearly every day together since they met in their first year. Practically attached at the hip and yet it only clicked now.

He couldn't quite wrap his head around how he was feeling at the moment as too many thoughts flooded his mind.

Was he worried? Excited? What if they dated? Would they hang out with him less, as a result? Would it work out? What if they broke up!?

"My best friend and my brother..." he wondered aloud, tone sceptical. The girls remained silent as George thought, chewing his cheek. The atmosphere was tense as they worried over his reaction. That was until a wide smile crept its way across his face. "My best friend and my brother." He spoke louder, more assured, with a curt approving nod. "I'm gonna make it happen." He stated matter-of-factly as he lifted himself from the bed, making his way to the door.

"And how, pray tell, are you going to manage that?" "Easily, my dear sister." George looked over his shoulder as he grabbed the doors handle, "Just call me Cupid." He winked, quickly shutting the door as he left with a smirk.

#hp imagine #hp fan blog #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #George weasley x reader #fred weasley #George weasley #prompt fic #fred weasley imagine

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tourettic-brookstone · 3 years

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My Ninjago Lgbt Headcannons

They're practically all mini fanfics, but who cares? Lol

Lloyd: From a young age, Lloyd knew he wasn't a girl. Dresses never felt right, and pink didn't flatter him. Everytime he heard his name, he would slightly frown at it. He despised being grouped with the girls and made an effort to avoid them all in all. He would rather roll around in the mud then be forced into another game of House.

Lloyd's mother was not happy with this. She wanted a baby girl she could raise into a fine woman. When Lloyd told her how he felt one day, she screamed at him and told him he would always be a girl.

In her rage, she decided to drop him off at Darkly's in order to try and sway him from his "boyish tendencies."

The school almost didn't except him, but they let him join out of what little respect they had.

Misako's plan to turn Lloyd back into her little girl backfired heavily when the boys at Darkly's actually helped Lloyd transition and pass as a boy as much as possible. Though they claim they only wanted to help so they could have another evil mastermind around, they all genuinely felt for Lloyd as they all were abandoned by their parents.

When Lloyd joined the ninja, Wu was surprised to see his niece had turned into his nephew. Accepting Lloyd for who he was, he never made the ninja aware of the Green Ninja's transition.

His father was also kind and accepting of Lloyd's identity. When Garmadon saw his child for the first time in forever, he was shocked to see it was no longer his daughter, but his son.

Garmadon immediately understood, and made an effort to validate his son all times possible. Lloyd was forever grateful for this.

Later in years, though, Lloyd was comfortable enough with everyone to tell them the truth. They were all supportive, and although some didn't understand, cough cough Jay cough cough, they did their best to treat him the same as always and even help further his transition.

Kai: During his time on Chen's island, Kai had the biggest crush on Skylor. He knew from the very start it wouldn't fully work out, but he couldn't help the yearning he felt for her.

He was now facing that same issue in the coffee shop. He held his hot cup close to him and tried not to make it obvious he was staring. He took another sip and looked up with his head down, gazing at the most gorgeous man he ever laid eyes on. Even his own ego couldn't compare.

Kai quickly averted his gaze when the man glanced at him. Kai felt his face heat up. He swished his coffee before downing another gulp and set the cup down.

With wobbly legs, he stood and made his way over to where the man sat at his own table.

"Hey-hey there," Kai stuttered. The man looked up from his coffee to Kai, who wore an awkward grin.

"Hi. Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Yeah, yeah, actually. I've lost my number and was wondering if I could have yours." Kai internally grimaced and nearly groaned on the outside. Oh that was so corny, he thought. What if he doesn't even like men?

The man smiled and took an unused napkin and pen from his pocket and wrote something down. Kai almost quite literally squealed when he was handed the paper.

"You're Kai, right? The Master of Fire?" The man asked.

"The one and only," Kai said. He slicked back his hair and gave the man another awkward toothy grin.

"Well, I'm Jason. It was nice to meet you." Jason stood from his seat and gave Kai a smile as he paid for his coffee. He left the star struck ninja to himself and left the coffee shop. Before completely exiting, Jason turned back and gave Kai a wink and walked away.

With a face as red as his gi, Kai looked down at the napkin. On it was Jason's phone number and a bucket drawn winky face next to it.

"Yes!" Kai exclaimed. Everyone in the shop turned to look at him surprised. As if Kai couldn't get anymore embarrassed, he ducked his head down and nearly bolted out the door.

Cole: Ever since he was a child, his father made him dance and perform dangerous acts that many professionals couldn't succeed. Cole was often trained alone in his father's home, but occasionally they would take lessons at the village's small dance school.

There, children of all ages and genders strived to perfect their skills of dance and work harder to be the best. His father would often help instruct the students along side the more permanent teachers.

The students were grouped by gender and were taught by certain teachers at certain times. When his father was the current teacher, he made an effort to throw upon his son the more rigourous and challenging dances. This caused Cole to become more distant from the other students. They all felt he was trying to make them inferior to him and avoided him. He was always too tired in his free time to chat and hang out, anyways. And even if he was properly rested, his father would make him continue training.

One day his father grew ill and had to stay in bed for a few days. He, of course, wanted Cole to continue training and sent him off to the dance school.

The other teachers were a lot nicer and less harsh than his father. Therefore, after the day's lessons, Cole felt a lot more energetic then usual.

Taking a long swing of water from his bottle, Cole heard someone shuffle up to him.

Gasping for air after his drink, Cole looked up at a boy roughly his age. He was twiddling his thumbs and looking at his feet in embarrasment.

"H-hi. I'm Zach," the boy said. His eyes darted from his feet to Cole's water bottle, to Cole's face, and back to his feet.

"Uh, I'm Cole."

The boy hummed and shuffled on his feet a little. Cole felt the air turn stiff and awkward. He pursed his lips and waited for Zach to say something else.

"Would you like to sit down?" Cole asked. He was sitting on the floor next to the wall, and it was honestly not very comfortable, but he didn't know what to say.

The boy said nothing as he slowly made his way to the floor and sat uncomfortably close to Cole.

"So are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before," Cole said. Zach nodded his head.

"I moved here about two days ago. My mother wanted me to get out of the city and meet some new friends. Everyone here seems a little mean, though. But not you. You seem nice," he mumbled the last part.

"Oh, well, thank you? I guess," Cole chuckled. He felt a little weird as he stared at the boys face. "So what made you decide to start dancing lessons?"

"Well, my dad wanted me to find a hobby, and nothing I've thought about interested me. Except for dancing. He doesn't like that, though. He says it's too girly." Zach made a face at the mention of his father. It for some reason made Cole just as mad. "What about you?"

"Dude, nothing about dance is girly. It's so hard and tiring. You gotta choreograph every move to the music perfectly and not screw up. You also gotta be on time with everything and look good while doing it. You can't overstep anything. You can't get in anyone else's way. You can't do a lot of other things, and it's so hard sometimes. If you can pull off a dance routine perfectly, you're practically a god." Cole finished his rant with a huff of air and looked at Zach exasperated.

"Well, I guess you're a god then," Zach muttered.

"What'd you say?" Cole asked. Zach's face blushed a light pink and Cole felt his heart flutter. He thought he was a god?

"Zach, honey, it's time to go." A woman's voice called from the entrance door and Zach stood to leave.

"It was nice meeting you, Cole," he said. Zach smiled at him and waved before heading off towards his mother.

"Y-yeah. You-you, too," he stuttered. He watched as Zach left and picked up his water bottle again. He felt his heart beating fast, as if he was performing another horrid dance routine for his father.

Could he possibly have caught feelings for a boy he just met? Cole didn't know, and Cole didn't care.

Maybe dance class wouldn't be as bad anymore.

Skylor: You would think running a noodle shop that belonged to your evil father who secretly stole the powers of innocent people to turn him and his followers into powerful snakes and take over Ninjago would be easy, right? Well kind of.

Skylor had lived around noodles for the majority of her life and knew the ropes around running a shop. The only downside was the customers.

"I ordered a large ramen bowl with no noodles!" A woman around her fifties was practically harrasing Skylor at the register.

"Ma'am you're aware ramen is noodles, correct?" Skylor deadpanned at the old woman.

"Why can't you just give me what I want?"

"One large bowl of flavored water coming right up," Skylors sighed and rang the order up.

The woman scowled and stormed off mumbling about calling corporate. Jokes on her, Skylor was corporate.

"Rough day?" Skylor heard someone say. She turned and saw a woman her age slurping up some noodles.

"That's a little bit of an understatement there," Skylor chuckled.

"Oh, I get it. I used to work in customer service, too. It's like some people never went to school."

"Tell me about it," Skylor said, rolling her eyes. She rested her head on her hand and leaned over the counter towards the woman.

The woman took another bite of noodles before clearing her throat.

"I'm Anne," she said.

"Skylor."

"How long have you been working here?"

"I actually run this place. And that's been about a few years? I took over after my father passed away."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Anne frowned.

"Well, you know. He wasn't the greatest of people," Skylor chuckled.

"Yeah, no way he could compare to you," Anne said.

"Excuse me?" Skylor smirked with a raised eyebrow.

"You heard me," Anne mirrored Skylor's smirk and took another bite.

They shared a couple laughs before the front doors were slammed open.

"Skylor! I'm gonna need a buttload of your freshest Puffy Potstickers!" Darreth huffed. His face was red and sweaty as if he just ran a marathon.

"Looks like duty calls," Anne joked. Skylor hummed and drew herself up from the counter to make Darreth's order.

Skylor heard scribbles coming from Anne's general direction. She turned back towards her and was met with a slip of paper being handed to her.

"In case you wanna complain about some customers," Anne smiled. Skylor returned the smile and took the slip of paper to put it in her pocket.

And there was an upside to the job.

#ninjago fanfiction #ninjago fic #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #cole brookstone #skylor chen #lgbtq #headcanon #i feel like coles wasnt as good as the rest lol #for clarification #kai in this is pan cole is gay #and skylor is a full on lesbian #jeez skylors was really short and bland #oh well #i almost lost motivation to write this due to tiktok and chicken nuggets

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its-chelisey-stuff · 4 years

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It’s okay to not be okay, final thoughts

This drama was like a delicacy, a delicious dessert you’re not quite sure how it’d taste but have been eagerly awaiting... and it did not dissapoint. While this drama had a story, a mistery at the core of everything that united (or reunited) our characters in more ways than one, this drama was more about the people, rather than the story.

First thing first, I gotta say that I was in love with MoonYoung’s character from the start, the very first scene we saw her aaaaannd 16 eps later, she was still my favorite in the drama. When have you seen a female lead like her? Not only was my sight directed towards her thanks to her amazing wardrobe, but it was also because she had this magnetic presence that it always lead me back to her everytime she was on screen. But I knew she was gonna suffer (more than she had already done) and the drama did not waste time to get into that.

My girl went through so.freaking.much. I was almost like KangTae at one point, in the sense that I wanted her to remain ignorant of all the awful things around her. Because, while there certainly wasn’t a competition of “who’s got the most terrible childhood” I feel like she, regrettably, had it the hardest. Two abusive parents, yikes and then one tried to kill the other.

And then she practically had to grow up on her own. I really really wish the drama could’ve spared her some of the pain she experienced, especially with KangTae (cause let’s be real, was it neccesary so much rejection even after he had accepted his and her feelings?) but she started to, slowly, be more aware of other people’s feelings and grievances, she became more empathetic. And I was very proud of that, but to me, that was the only grown up thing she needed to do.

Then we have KangTae, whom I adored and felt bad for because he essentially felt he was born just to take care of his brother, and while I don’t think this was really the intention of his mom or what she saw him as, she still made some damage that he had to carry for two decades. But, KangTae was a very repressed man, even beyond his lustful desires hahahaha and he was used to bottle everything up: anger, sadness, regret, bitterness, pain, etc. And so when his “safety pin” started to slowly be taken off him, things were not always pretty. I’m sympathetic to his pain, but also I was never his fan when he snapped, wrongly, at MoonYoung, or other for that matter. Or when he concealed some truths from MY. But again, I recognize this was part of the conflict of his character and of course, without these things his part in the drama would’ve felt incomplete and like there was nothing in there to improve, to make him grow.

I was so glad that he learned how to have fun, how to let go and how to smile with genuine happiness.

Hyung. Our dear Hyung. When the drama started, you could feel how hard it was for KangTae to acomodate everything around him for his brother’s needs, so I guess that took my attention away from SangTae and made me focus on the little brother more, to a point where I could just see how difficult life had been for him.

However, the drama kept coming back to Hyung, obviously, and I started to really see him. Not as the “work” KangTae have been dedicated to his whole life, but as a the person he was. And boy, when I gave him the chance (and it took me a while, my mistake!) he just stole my heart and I just wished desperately for his happiness. Actually, I wanted him to find his own path and leave the OTP to their alone time at the start of the drama, because I kept thinking “this codependency it’s not healthy” but that changed when Hyung started to accept MY into his little family, because it showed me he was capable of accepting change and do well with it. By the end, I loved him almost as much as I love my Moonyoung and a bit more than KangTae (sorry!) and that’s why the ending caught me by surprise. Careful with what you wish for, I guess. I wanted Hyung’s happiness as much as I wanted the OTP together, but I had dropped the thought of him going his own way.

Still, I was so proud of him in the end. SangTae was the best older brother ever. Also, Oh Jung Se, sir, you did a great job, *in MoonYoung’s voice* WOW. The acting was wonderful in this drama, but for me, he was the one who did the best job. *fervently clapping*

I really don’t have lots of thoughts on the rest of the characters. The friends and ahjuma, the director from the hospital, the staff and the patients each helped the drama come to life and even the cameos were touching and inspired something in our main 3 (as seen in the book by MY and ST). I do have a tiny problem about Joori’s character, though. Because in the beginning it looked like she was going to be trouble and honestly, I would’ve loved to see her as a villain and to hate her hahaha she had the potential but in this drama the “evil” was already established and it wasn’t exactly just a person. So I guess I’m okay with that. Still, a bit of a missed oportunity, cause by the end I did not care much for her character. Ooops.

Finally, the OTP. If we go by the Disney definition, they certainly did not have a fairy tale kinda story BUT if we look at the real fairy tales, the ones that MoonYoung grew up with and later, wrote about, then their story was every bit as creepy and tragic as your average Adersen story. Fun, right?

The guy who couldn’t smile a genuine happy smile and didn’t know how to have fun and the girl who was an empty can and didn’t care for her emotions and even less for the emotions of others. They found happiness together (with Hyung’s help, of course). Also THAT CHEMISTRY!! It was on freaking fire. I remember saying I would never forgive this drama if they didn’t put at least one steamy kiss scene LOL and thankfully, I have nothing to forgive, because they delivered. And they even went all the way *wink wink*. I guess, I gotta thank Kim Soo Hyun and Seo Yeji for being incredibly atractive and have that amazingly sizzling chemistry. You did great guys.

ASDFGHJKDFGH!!!

Like I said, this story was character driven and that could only have worked if it had amazing characters, and thank goodness, it did. So, rather than missing this drama, I’m gonna miss our trio a lot. But it does makes me happy that they became a happy family and that they’re healing and had the courage to find their happiness. A very inspiring message this drama gave, without a doubt.

#it's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #kim soo hyun #seo yeji #oh jung se #ep 16 #happy ending

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Two Worlds Collide - Chapter 3 [Aizawa x fem!reader]

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for the support you are giving me for this work of mine, I hugh you all in thought! In this chapter I will focus on the history of the reader, enjoy! Thanks to my boyfriend for the translation! <3 Previous chapters: ch 1 | ch 2 You can also find me on Ao3!

Warnings: none Word count: 1.582 —————————————————————————— Chapter 3 You have never understood how you became a singer. It all happened randomly. Until high school, the one who always stole the spotlights was your best friend Rumi Usagiyama. She was the energic one among you two, the one everyone admired and the one everyone wanted to be friend with. You always were the shy one, and lots of people marked you as the "Weirdo" because of your Telekinesis power. For some mysterious reason, since the first day of school, Rumi wanted to be your friend. And from that moment, you two became inseparable. "Rumi, I'm sure he hates me." You let yourself off while fixing your dresses in the closet. Your first work day at the U.A. just ended, and you bolted in your room in the 1-A's dorm to put your things in order. You had a really strict schedule, and you had to do everything in perfect timing. "Who?" Asked you surprised your best friend. "Eraserhead." You answered while folding a shirt. "I overheard what he was talking about me with the Head this morning... He is not ok with having a singer working with him..." "Maybe is just envy!" Shouted Rumi while bursting in laugh. "I have never worked with him, but I heard he is a really elusive person... Probably he hates everyone without difference, what can you know!" "Maybe you're right..." you sighed. "Hey, hey, don't ever sigh like that again!" Rumi scolded you. "Remember why you are at the U.A.! Do not let yourself down for someone who does not even know you!" "You're right." You answered while give a shy smile. "Listen, can we hang out in the next days?" "Sure thing!" strongly said your friend. "Smell you later for the organisation, now i gotta train!" You had just the time to greet Rumi that she already hung up. You loved her energy and the way she was so sure about everything, and you were hoping to have the same qualities as she had. Few years ago... "Come on (Y/N) let's go!" Said Rumi while pulling you from the sleeve of the uniform. "This is our last school festival together and we have to do EVERYTHING." You looked at her hesitating, you only wanted to stay calm and talk about anime and manga with the comic club. Instead your friend had different plans for you and for that day. She wanted to get you past afternoon with your legs screaming in pain for how long you would have walked. "So, let's start with the Horror House!" Shouted the girl dragging you inside the school.Two hours had passed, and you had already done every activities your school mates had prepared inside each classrooms. Now was the outside activities' turn, and Rumi absolutely wanted to take you to karaoke. "Why you want to go to the Karaoke if your voice is like a strangled chicken?" You asked while swallowing a macaron the bakery lab sold you little time before. "I told you, i want to do everything! Not even the Karaoke is safe from me!" Answered Rumi while placing herself on a little stage with the microphone. "Hey you! We want to sing!" The 2-B schoolers looked at Rumi in awe. She was the best and most talented student of Shiketsu, and everyone knew her. And so, everyone knew you because you two were always together. Even though she was the most extrovert and cheerful of the two for sure. Rumi stepped on the stage and had the songs list given to her. When she choose the song, ripped the microphone off its staff. "Good afternoon Shiketsu!" She screamed enthusiastci at the microphone. "I am Rumy Usagiyama and now i'll sing for ya!" Only by hearing her name, a big crowd swarmed in front of the stage. As to be expected, she didn't hit a single note. But her energy made all those mistakes to be fogged by her, giving her a huge applause. When she stepped down the stage, a bunch of boys surrounded her to give her compliments about her spotlight. You were hoping that while she was distracted by them, you could have escaped. Unfortunately she tossed you on the stage before you could even make a step. She gave you the songs list, you had no idea what to sing. There were lots and lots of song, and lots very good. Until your eyes locked on a Rock Ballad, and you decided to do that without hesitation. Right after its start, you closed your eyes and started singing. You wanted to feel the emotions of that song fully, and when you opened your eyes, people was staring at you in total awe, including Rumi. More people started to come closer, curios by that voice, and all were surprised to see that it was Miruko's best friend. You were singing with lots of passion, trying to act all the emotion that song created. When the song ended, after a moment of silence a big cheerful roar exploded in the audience. Rumi jumped on the stage, looking at you completely exhalted. "(Y/N)... You can sing?" Asked you confused. "Well... not really" You whispered looking at the ground. "It's a passion I have since I was little and sometimes I sing something alone" "You were awsome!" Shouted your best friend hugging you. "Why did you never told me that?!" "Well... you never asked and I thought it was not that important." You answered while burying yourself in that hug. "You are amazing and you deserve that everyone know it! Come on, don't hide yourself! Sing another song immediately!" pushed you Rumi giving you the list again. This time you choosed a pop song, and started to sing enthusiastically. Right in that moment, passed by the one who choosed that your future was in the music world, and that he wanted to be your manager, Eizo Tanaka. He was a musical producer, and he was at the sport festival because one of the teacher was one of his childhood friends and he promised that he would have come visit him here at school. For sure he was not expecting something like that. By now, 5 years has passed since you became a famous singer, but yet for you it feels strange. When you sing or walk on a stage, you become more confident and energic than you usually are. It seems almost that Rumi's attitude posesses you while you start an exhibition, and people love your life energy and your skills. During interviews, althought, they do not understand how you can be so shy and clumsy, almost like you are embarassed of being seen by others. It looked like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, even Tanaka, your manager, noticed that. During these years, he tried to make you more extrovert like your friend, but all in vain. This "need" he had to make you change, always put you under pressure, and you felt really bad everytime Tanaka losed his patience telling you that maybe it would have been better if Rumi was the good singer and not you. You thought that yourself, maybe it was better that she was at your place. Surely she would have been better than you on lots of things. You did not even know how to balance yourself betweeen College, concerts and conselour license's exams. It only costed nights without sleeping, panic attacks and depression, but in the end, you did it. Your wake up call recalled you from your thoughts. It was time to go to the Recording room, and you could have not been in late. You took your bag and running out 1-A's dorm. You did not even realized you almost bumped on Aizawa and Toshinori that were coming in right at that moment. You were so focused on what you had to do that you did not even noticed what was surrounding you. "Who is that girl?" Asked Toshinori visibly confused. "She is (Y/L/N), my new assistant and class counselor." answered a fed up Aizawa. "She is a singer." "Amazing!" happily shouted Allmight, "So you don't get bored during the lessons!" "I do not want someone to entertain me during my lessons." answered coldly Eraserhead: "I want someone who is a professionist and can do his job with the kids, not someone who steps on a stage and sing some stupid songs." "Well if she is here, she is qualified for sure." Answered Toshinori. The fact Aizawa was so against a co-worker was not a good sign. "You had reasons to blame her on her first day? I'm noticing you don't roll good with her..." "I think she is not fit for my class." Interrupted Aizawa: "They already are under a huge spotlight, a singer was not what they needed. What's next from the Commission, a TV host? I just want them to live as calm as they can. If the Commision wants to get views by this, I will oppose them." Toshinori sighed hearing Aizawa's words. Probably he was not wrong, but it was too soon to say if she was doing or not a good job. Aizawa could not hold back a irritating feeling when thinking about you, and that day, it happened quite often. He was just hoping to get better as soon as possibile, because he knew that otherwise it would have been harder to work with you. He just wanted the good for his students, only that.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #aizawa shouta x reader

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ARIANA GRANDE / SWEETENER

A collection of starters based on Ariana Grande’s 2018 album release of Sweetener. Some of these reference sex, drinking and minor drug use. A few of these are modified to fit into conversation better. This is a repost from my former blog.

RAINDROPS ( AN ANGEL CRIED )

the day you left me, an angel cried.

BLAZED

there is something between us

i thought that i was dreaming

i can’t believe that you are here

i can’t believe it’s happening

you could have been anywhere but you’re here with me

once i have you i’m never going let you go

i don’t care who’s listening

you have a light that you cannot hide

don’t think that it can’t happen

THE LIGHT IS COMING

you wouldn’t let anybody speak

i’m the bad guy

let me give you a high five

the light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole

what did she say?

what did he say?

you don’t listen

they are so confused

who cares about their rationale?

you would just throw it all

why do we have chemistry?

it’s like you’re trying not to glow at all

R.E.M.

i don’t wanna wake up

you’re a dream

excuse me, um, i love you

you don’t know your way around

you can stop your playing now

don’t say it loud

is this real?

is this real, baby?

I love you

who starts a conversation like that!?

i’ll get you out of my mind

is this real?

i could buy you anything

what happened?

why you?

you know how to eat it

i’m trying to turn two single people into a couple

what’s your next month like?

tell me what you’re up to

we can leave right now

i don’t just wanna touch you

what about La Perla?

let ___ keep their secret

GOD IS A WOMAN

i feel it

i don’t want to waste time

you love how i touch you

you love how i move you

i like that you aren’t afraid

let’s pray

i’m telling you the way i like it

nobody else can relate

i can be all the things you told me not to be

take it slow

we can make it last

you’re different from the rest

take my hand

SWEETENER

you come through like the sweetener you are

get it

hit it

flip it

twist it

mix it

kiss it

you lift me up

how’s life?

you come through

your mom sent me horoscopes

you said she liked me

i know

i’m following you

sheesh

SUCCESSFUL

i just got some really good news from work

it’s so hard to hold it back

i’m so excited, i can hardly wait

it’s a surprise

what else is there to say?

i’m so successful

this isn’t ordinary for me

what is so special?

you’ll have to wait

you are so young and beautiful

it feels so good

are you ready for your surprise?

does it make you feel cold?

does it give you chills?

do you like it babe?

you’re so successful

EVERYTIME

i go back to you everytime

you keep giving people blank stares

i get tired of your no-shows

i’m tired of your no-shows

you don’t really let it go

it’s like something out of shakespeare

i’m really not here

why does god keep bringing me back to you?

you get high and call on the regular

they keep calling me a headcase

BREATHIN’

some days things just take way too much of my energy

people tell me to medicate

i can so over-complicate

the whole room’s spinning

i can’t control my mind

how do i know if this shit’s fabricated?

i don’t know what else to try

just keep breathing

i got to keep breathing

you remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated

all i need is to see your face

tune it out

they can be so loud

NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY

got no tears left to cry

i’m in a state of mind i want to be in all the time

i’m picking it up

i’m living

we’re turning it up

can’t stop now

shut your mouth

if you didn’t know it then now you know it

we’re on another mentality

i just want you to come with me

i see it too

we’re too fly

come with me

BORDERLINE

i just want you to be mine

won’t you give me a bit of your time?

i won’t stop trying.

i know you want me too

i know it’s hard to believe

you know i’m the wife-type

you got me

light it up

quit playing

stop playing too hard

i’m coming on strong

i don’t want this time to pass

once you tasting my ice cream, i bet you won’t ever leave

you make me feel so out of place

BETTER OFF

i know i’m a hard one to please

i tell them this too often

if we’re being honest i’d rather your body than half of your heart

i’d rather just watch you smoke and drink

i never let them know too much

i’m better off without him

i’m better off not being around you

i’m better off being a wild one

go on and face it

i’ll never be ready for you

my love is a curse

no offense

…just to say we did it

GOODNIGHT N GO

tell me

why do you gotta look that way?

what are you trying to say?

you know what that does to me

all i want is you on top of me

i’ve got you

come show me

why’d you have to be so cute?

it’s impossible to ignore you

why do you make me laugh so much?

it’s bad enough

we get along so well

just say goodnight

say goodnight and go

come stay with me

you sleep here and i sleep there

we’d be great together

i know how you want it

baby, just one kiss

while you’re looking at them, read my lips

PETE DAVIDSON

no better time or place

the universe must have my back

i know that you are my soulmate

won’t get no crying from me

i’m gonna be happy

GET WELL SOON

you can feel it

girl what’s wrong with you?

come back down

my system is overloaded

i’m floating

what’s wrong with you, come back down!

i’m too much in my head

did you notice?

i feel frozen and alone

you gotta take care of your body

no time to deny it

this is why we’re talking about it

we’re talking about it to deal with it

i want you to get better

my life is so controlled by the what-ifs

is there anybody else who’s mind does this?

you can work your way to the top

there’s so much room at the top

just know that there’s ups and downs

you are blocked

unfollow fear

here’s one thing you can trust

i’ll be there

where are you?

are you home?

call me right on the phone

i’ll be right there just to hug you

i don’t care

you shouldn’t be alone

i’m with you

just call me no matter the issue

no matter what

#inbox memes.#roleplay memes.#rph #rpc #ariana grande lyrics.

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years

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Hey! Wondering what are your thoughts on BakuTodo :) And I know you have lots of OTPs but what is your ultimate top 3? (I'm not gonna ask what's your absolute favorite bc that's just too mean lol). I love your blog, and your tastes in ships are very refined (they're the same as mine 90% of the time lol) (there's really only bnha where I don't seem to agree with you ^^). Also THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR BLESSED RINHARU CONTENT

Hi!:) asdfghjhgfds thank you for liking my rinharu content and my blog! It totally made my day. I actually have no problems with picking my top 3, bc me and my sister have been discussing this a lot and I came to a conclusion that my mind keep running around these 3 all the time no matter what I watch lol

So my 3 ultimate otps are Rinharu, Wangxian and Akakuro. And while I gotta say that I can’t choose which I ship the most, bc it’s really equal, I just gotta give the “favorite” status to Rinharu. For many reasons, but mainly because they’re very special to me: like it was the first ship that made me feel so many feelings and it was the ship that got me into all this, before them I didn’t even know what this whole “true soulmates” thing means. Like when I started watching animes, I started with the most popular romantic ones like “Maid-sama” and stuff like that, but none of that really impressed my stone cold heart for some reason... and then I found “Free!”. And man, I can’t explain, the whole thing got me so bad... I’ve read and watched and listened to everything related to it, like every fucking additional material you can fucking find till this day can’t hide from me lol

“Free!” is just very close to me for so many reasons bc of the characters and some very relatable life-situations, but the whole rinharu concept, all this way of them realising that their dream is to be together and that all of it doesn’t make sense for them without each other just stole my heart forever. Like slice of life rarely gives you many emotions, but I still remember how I couldn’t calm down by the end of s1 and then it got so much worse from there on lol

So yeah, they’re just waaaaay too special for me, so I think they will forever stay my favorite. And I can talk about them forever, I can watch them forever, I can gif them forever, I can vid them forever, and it’s been years and I still have the same feelings about them.

About todobaku... well... I’ve said it before, I don’t mind the ship and actually prefer them over bakudeku, but with tododeku and kiribaku existing I kinda... don’t see the appeal. Like Todoroki isn’t the 1st, 2nd or even 3rd important person in Bakugou’s life. I mean, let’s be honest, if Kirishima and Todoroki would hang over the abyss and Bakugou could only save one, Todoroki would be 100% flying xD Also I’m always laughing at this thing that I’ve made the gifset about when Bakugou yells at Todoroki and he doesn’t even listen to him and goes like “yeah, but Midoriya tho...” lol

And the whole sports festival thing kinda steps on the todobaku thing in my opinion. Bakugou could never be the person who would make Todoroki except himself and honestly I think Todoroki needs a pure sunshine in his life and someone who can hug him to death after everything, same as Bakugou needs warmth and great sense of humor beside him and sadly with the way they both feel about themselves and their personalities, they just can’t give it to each other. I just don’t see how they’re the greatest combination with all that’s going on. No I see anything romantic there. If we scratch Bakugou from Todoroki’s life nothing really would change much, if we scratch Midoriya from Todoriki’s life we’re in s fuckton of trouble. Just saying. Same with Kirishima.

And I think everyone will notice that on every event, whenever everyone somewhere together Todoroki only sees Midoriya and will do anything for him, which realy doesn’t apply to Bakugou. Same as no one except Kirishima can make Bakugou do couples things without flying five flores down.

It’s the same in “Free!” for me, like other ships don’t make much sense to me since literally everytime Rin sees Haru or Haru sees Rin, everyone else becomes a backround noise. They even sometimes showed it in a pretty harsh way like with Sousuke in “Yakusoku” movie:

Like it’s not because Rin doesn’t love him it’s just with significant others it’s different. It’s like that quote “everything he feels, everything he sees, everything he hears is him”, it happens sometimes. I mean, Rin even smells Haru somehow when he’s around but not seen. Sousuke knows it, Makoto knows it, Nagisa knows it, Gou knows it, apparently even Hiyori knows it xD It just happens sometimes. And the whole world disappears when it comes to them two together. Whether it’s them in the pool, in a room full of people or in a car full of people, etc.

Todoroki would drop the world that’s on fire to run and save Midoriya. For Bakugou pride and people around don’t exist when it comes to Kirishima (it doesn’t matter if eveyone heard him calling Kirishima by his name, or heard him saying “thank you”, or Kirishima saying that he’s Bakugou’s date). Like everyone else can break their legs, Bakugou still won’t yell and run to them asking if they’re okay. And Bakugou is never Todoroki’s first priority and I think never will be, so it really doesn’t fit my definition of true love.

Like why Todoroki adresses people “Midoriya and everyone” and Midoriya adresses people as “Todoroki and everyone” even with his canon love interest and his childhood friend there.. kinda hard to expain, same as Eren being chained up and preparing to die and being like “Levi-heichou... guys”... why the heck in that order? Shouldn’t it be Armin, Mikasa... and then Levi? Only satan knows. But for some reason all of my ships are like that. For Yuu it’s “I will save Mika and others” etc.

P.S. Also, you said bakutodo, not todobaku. As in Bakugou tops in this ship? As in Bakugou tops? I just really don’t think he’s a top lol.

#answered #anonymous #rinharu #harurin #bnha #tododeku #kiribaku #anime

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janevx · 4 years

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maybe| Yuta Nakamoto III

Genre: mafia au, smut, angst

Part II: https://exostoriesbyjuliettx.tumblr.com/post/619367402133684224/maybe-yuta-nakamoto-ii

Today it’s second day sicne she was bringing there. Soyeon likes very much Mark, he was someone who laugh with her and talk about everything. After what Yuta said to Katherine, she didin’t talk a lot. She was scared, because everyone knows Yuta. He and Taeyong are guys who don’t fuck with anybody. And he didn’t talk a lot with Soyeon. Japanese knows that she is afraid of him, what was funny and cute for him, because he knows that Soyeon won’t leave him. After few minutes he knew it.

Today they going to some event with other mafia, she heard something about BTS, and she have to go. She knew that there will be some girlfriends with she must talk. It’s be her first time. Soyeon and Yuta gotta go at 7 p.m and now is 2 p.m so they have a lot of time. NCT and BTS have to meet, because of some bussines and issues with weapon. NCT think that leader of BTS stole their weapon and money, so they decided to talk with them than fight.

— Soyeon come here! — Yuta shouted out from downstair. She goes down and sit at the couch. — I bought you some jewerly and dress. I geuss you can do make up so you gonna do this. There will be three girlfriends, wife of Kim Seokjin - Kim Jaeyeol, Min Yoongi’s girlfriend Seo Taemin, and Jeon Junggook girlfriend’s Jung Miseok. They are extremlly stupid. They don’t know when to shut the fuck up, so your mission is easy - Find out about where their boyfriends were at Wednesday, got it?

— Yes, but what if they gonna realize?

— Don’t worry, they shouldn’t, but if yes.. — He stopped. — Then you gonna think what to do. And one more thing. You need to show them where their place is, okey honey?

He get closser to her and touch lightly her cheek.

— Y-yes. — She sighed and he take back his hand.

— Are you still scared of me, honey?

— K-kinda yes. You took me from my house and if I’m not gonna listen to you, you will kill me.

— If you be the good girl you will live. And remember, never take of your ring, because Taeyong will cut your fingers off.

She looked at her fingers and nod.

— Use words honey.

— I remember, Yuta.

— Good girl. Now I’m gonna start dressing so you should too.

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They arrived. Big restaurant that looks like a big castle. Walls are gold and shiny. Infont of restaurant stood a lot of sport, expensive cars. When Soyeon realized how much money stood infront of restaurant she feel a little bit bad. She was never rich and never see car like this. Buah, she never sit in car like this, but tonight she came with one of this car with Yuta.

Yuta grab her hand and both of them walked in. With smile on their faces, they walked in. Everybody was looking at them, because..shit..they looked like million dollars. Eveybody in this room know about Yuta’s standards. He loves to feel the best. BTS for him was a little gang that steal others things and thinks that they are powerfull, but for real nobody was scared becasue of them. Jin, Suga and Junggook feel chills when they saw Yuta and his wife. They took their seats and look at everybody.

— Good evening Yuta, nice to see you again. — Jin started with smile — I hope everyhting gonna work out.

Soyeon looked around. At the back stood her husband’s men. Ready to fight and protect her and him.

— Soeyon, darling. — he turn around to face her — You should get to know their girlfriends, very friendly girls. I have some business to do, so maybe you four should go to walk or drink some coffee and be back about 15 minutes, huh?

— Of cousre, Yuta. Girls, are you in? — She smiled

Girls looked at their partners faces, and when boys nod at them, they stood up.They goona go to next room to drink some coffee and talk about “regular” things. Soyeon acts so good. She smile all the time, looks like she is interest in conversation.

— By the way, Soyeon how it is? — Jaeyeol asked

— What?

— You know, being Yuta’s wfe. — Miseok added

— Nice. He is very nice to me, romantic, take care about me. He is really in love with me.

— My god, imagine being his wife. — Taeim groaned — He is so handsome and hot, not like Yoongi. He ignores me everytime. And my god if he is so hot, he must be

— He must be god of sex. — Jaeyeol end — He fuck propably like god. Imagine his body. For sure you have a lot orgams during sex with him.

Soyeon never in her life felt this embarrasded like today. Her cheeks burn like tomatoe. First: This wasn’t weird talk about sex with new meet person? Second: He is HER husband.

— I don’t mean to be rude, but he is my husband. — Soyeon clenched her jaw — Yes, he fucks me good. Only me. And his body is art. — She felt a lot more confidence — So we can end topic about our sex life. Yours husband don’t fuck you all good?

They looked at the ground.

— Maybe. Damn I’m jelous.

Yuta was right. They are really stupid. Soyeon was tired, but left a few minutes and they have to come back.

— Okey, so I recommend talk about it with them. Btw, what did you do two days ago? Were you with your boyfriends?

— Why you asking?

— You don’t know what was at Wednesday? — Soyeon looked like surprised — At Wednesday was international “Lovers Day” something like Valentine Day, but not at all. Couples at this day should spend time together.

— What?! Min Yoongi you asshole! — Miseok looks sad — I didn’t spend this day with him. He was busy with work.

— Same here. — Taemin look at them — I geuss your husband was outside too, right Jaeyeol? — She nodded — They have some work at the end of Seoul. Weapon? I don’t remember.

— Yeah. — Jaeyeol shouted — This assholes choosed work above us. Yeah, Jin talked about weapon and money from big head of some poeple, I don’t know about who was he talking.

— Nevermind. — Miseok end — This assholed don’t gonna have sex with us, because they skipped international Lover Day. Did you spend your time with Yuta?

— Yeah. — She smilled lightly — We were at cinema and then at dinner. Very beautifull time. Oh shit. — She looked at watch — We should come back. Already passed 20 minutes.

Soyeon couldn’t belive that this girls belived her about “lovers day” and talk her everything about Yuta asked for. They are really stupid. She was happy, becasue Yuta would give her space and don’t do anything wrong to her or talk with her.

Girls come back and sit next to their partners. Yuta was looking at Soyeon with interest in his eyes. She nodded to him and sit next to him.

— Babe, how was your time with this girls?

— Very good. They are very, very talkative women. — She smiled and feel a little bit stressed.

— What you was talking about?

— I think it’s not important. — Jaeyeol was sip of her drink

— I decide what is important and what not.

— They think that you are hot, and was curious about our sex life and how good you fuck me. — Yuta smirked look into his rivals eyes.

Their faces was pale and looked a little bit angry. Girls looked at the ground, shocked that Soyeon tell him about their dirty minds.

— Something more, honey?

— They didn’t spend Wednesdat together. They were busy by work. Steal some weapons and money, like their girlfriends said.

Yuta could spill the fire. He was pissed of, because this guys sweared to him that they were busy with their partners and papper work in office. BTS feel bad and stressed, they know how can this end.

At Yuta’s face make new sinister smile. His men knows what is coming.

— Thank you darling. — He throw his fist at the table — I thought you were honest with me, you three motherfuckers. You know what I’m going to do? — He turn around to his wife — Honey, Haechan and Jaemin took you to home, I have to end business with this men. I’ll be back about hour or two, don’t wait for me.

She nodded. Stand up and walked to his men. There was six of his men, and two of them have to take her back to home.

— What do you think Yuta is going to do? — Jaemin asked

— You jerk, what do you think? Of course, he’s gonna kill them, and this women gonna work at club in China. For sure WinWin or Kun goona take care of them. — Haechan laughed — How do you feel Soyeon? Is everything good?

— Y-yes. It’s good. Does he often kill people?

— How do you think? He is in mafia, it’s his job. By the way, good job.

She nodded and started look at window. It’s hard. She was more afraid of him, because she knew about this that he can kill, but it hits diffrently when someone tell you this. She closed her eyes and clean her mind.

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mieczlw-a · 3 years

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THE PRETTY RECKLESS LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.

( trigger warning for drugs use , alcohol , violence , suicide etc. )

MAKE ME WANNA DIE.

“ but everything looks better, when the sun goes down. “

“ i had everything, opportunities for eternity. “

“ and i could belong to the night. “

“ i’ll never be good enough. “

“ everytime i look inside your eyes , you make me wanna die. “

“ show me all the things that i shouldn’t know. “

“ i would die for you , my love. “

“ i would lie for you , my love. “

“ i would steal for you my love. “

HEAVEN KNOWS.

“ if you listen close , you can hear him cry. “

“ living on the dole , gotta make that cash. “

“ won’t be pretty , won’t be sweet. “

“ i’ve had better days , man. “

“ i’ve seen better days. “

“ i have better ways. “

“ the devil’s knocking at your door. “

“ start your life with your head held high. “

“ now you’re on your knees with your head hung low. “

“ big man tells you where to go. “

“ tell ‘em it’s good, tell ‘em okay. “

“ but don’t do a god damn thing they say. “

“ oh lord , heaven knows. we belong way down below. “

GOING TO HELL.

“ the end is the end. “

“ don’t bless me , father for i have sinned. “

“ father did you miss me ? “

“ i’ve been locked up a while. “

“ i got caught for what i did. “

“ and did it all in style. “

“ now i’m versed in so much worse. “

“ so i’m back again. “

“ gettin’ heavy with the devil. “

“ you can hear the wedding bells. “

“ don’t ask me where i’ve been. “

“ maybe i wish i could die. “

“ maybe i am dead. “

“ i am sitting on a throne while they’re buried in the dirt. “

“ please forgive me father , i didn’t mean to bother you. “

“ the devil’s in me father. “

“ he’s inside of everything i do. “

“ for the souls i forsake. i’m going to hell. “

JUST TONIGHT.

“ i can’t think from all the pills. “

“ start the car and take me home. “

“ just tonight , i will stay. “

“ and we’ll throw it all away. “

“ when the light hits your eyes , it’s telling me i’m right. “

“ here i am , and i can’t seem to see straight. “

“ but i’m too numb to feel right now. “

“ and here i am , watching the clock that’s ticking away my time. “

“ do you understand who i am ? “

“ do you wanna know ? “

“ can you really see through me ? “

“ now i have got to go. “

“ but it’s just tonight , i won’t leave. “

“ i’ll lie and you’ll believe. “

“ just tonight , i will see. “

“ it’s all because of me. “

“ it’s all because of you. “

YOU.

“ you don’t want me , no. “

“ you don’t need me. “

“ like i want you. “

“ like i need you. “

“ and i want you in my life. “

“ and i need you in my life. “

“ you can’t see me , like i see you. “

“ i can’t have you , like you have me. “

“ love , love , love. “

“ you can’t feel me , like i feel you. “

“ i can’t steal you , like you stole me. “

#& ╯ * [ askbox. ]#i could have gone on tbh #but it got long already #long post #ok to reblog.

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1x14 - The Blair B*tch Project

A new week (well not so new) and a new recap. This episode is so Mean Girls Upper east side version, and it was fun.

As usual, recap after the break

Thoughts I had while Watching the episode:

Is always such a delight to star an episode with one of Blair’s Audrey Hepburn inspired dream sequences, this one in particular is one of my all time faves though.

“You don’t have anyone” auch, also very simliar to watch said to her on the last episode :(

“I’m in mourning of my old life” I wonder how many times Blair thought that through the whole show

Chuck annoying Serena to no end will never get old.

So was this suposed to be Bart’s penthouse?

Chuck was always so charming with Lily, and it’s curious because it was genuine. Same with Eric,he was nice since the beginning, honestly the merging of the Van der Bass family is one of my fave plot points in the show.

I wonder what Serena did on spring break that she hadn’t talked to Blair.

This is why women say men are the worst, so Chuck and Nate get to be all offended by the mere sight of Blair, as if she was the only one in the wrong here.

Poor Blair, yoghurt is so sticky. Also I’m not a fan of Nate here, he finds it funny and then he’s al concerned about Jenny’s tender nature. As if.

Nice and neutral would never work for Blair the same way it works for Serena, even if she wanted to.

The way Jenny came up with a plot against Blair on the spot just to avoid an expensive dinner, like wow.

“Don’t put your dirty package on the table, If i had a dime for everytime i heard that” Same Erick, same.

Gotta love Blair and that hostess

Getting Blair to wait alone at Butler, that was brilliant Jenny, taking that dress.. not so much. She may be really smart and devious, but she still has a lot to learn.

Bart really was such a lousy dad, which in turns makes Chuck even more jaded and like to do worst, such a vicious cycle.

15000, for a custom made Valentino, auch Jenny.

Rufus is so naive here, but then again he doesn’t know Blair. Yet what she tells him about the struggle ain’t wrong.

Wow she stole the same dress twice. I guess Little J no more.

So Serena is annoyed by Chuck not only by his little pranks, but because he’s nice towards her mother and brother, that actually makes more sense in a way.

Also I love Lily’s line: “Chuck might be excentric but he’s not diabolical” it’s funny and also a bit telling of why Chuck actually likes her.

That was brilliant Blair, that Jenny cake is quite the thing. Also what the hell is she wearing.

Is ain’t wrong Rufus is kind of a hotty... for a dad.

Even though she’s being talking about the same thing non stop, it’s funny to watch Dan complain about Serena talking to much, when he suffers from verbal diarrhea half the time, but who am I to judge

Blair really is in her bitch element here.

Jenny’s argument with her dad was so real, because both on them are right in some way. It ain’t easy. And once has to be either very mature or antisocial for it not to bother you.

I’ve said it before but I love Eric and his sense of humor, and he has some of the most underrated lines on this show, even deep and hard stuff is funny

It’s awful and yet I love that sweater with the dolphins Chuck’s wearing. I also would like to know why is so easy to feel bad for Chuck Bass.

Dan’s also super critical of his dad, and I’m like is there someone out there this guy doesn’t judge?

This is one of those times I wish I didn’t know what was coming, because I still remember how curious I was to see Jenny’s plan towards Nate.

Eric is quite loyal, being mad at Serena because she drove Bart to kick out Chuck.

Well played Jenny, well played, that last look she gaves Blair is sooo good, it’s the moment when Blair really realizes how worthy of an adversary Jenny is.

I love the ending of this episode, is one of my faves. It ends with an unlikely victory for Jenny, a tad of mistery, and a great song.

For real, I love “Sour Cherry” by The Kills.

When I think about my favorite episodes in S1 this one normally doesn’t came up, but I think it should. Is a really good one. Jenny’s the star of this episode and weirdly I don’t mind. I love her dynamic with Blair, especially in the first two seasons and this is the episode when it really takes off. This episode is also the start of the Van der Bass family which I also love for many reasons.

So Jenny and Blair, at the time of this episode this was one of Blair’s lowest points, she lost her Queen B title and not only that but she’s shunned out by everyone, even getting yoghurt dropped on her head, what a change. She says at the start of the episode that she’s in mourning of her old life, and while it was meant to be just a display of her dramatic personality, this is really the end of her old life, the Blair we met in the pilot had a completely different future ahead of her, pristine reputation, not as single crack in her pefect image, with a blue blooded boyfriend and a place at the top of the hierarchy, that Blair never came back entirely, and that’s good. Obviously it will take her the rest of the show to grow up and mature, but I like seeing her fight for what she wants in a way that lets her devious brain shine, and she got quite the adversary.

Jenny is in many ways the perfect rival for Blair. In theory Jenny shouldn’t be a formidable oponent in the way she is, she has no connections, no name, no money, and yet she plays the game almost better than anyone, she’s smart, ambitious an cunning, which are traits she shares with Blair. She’s also a hardworker and willing to do what it takes to get what she wants. This episode she shows how brilliant she because it was almost impossible to bounce back from getting caught with that dress she stole, and one can tell Blair thought that was a sound victory and she can’t quite believe when Jenny shows up with Nate and has claimed back her spot. It was great to see, and I some ways even I love Blair I find myself rooting for Jenny, she’s that good.

HonestlyJenny can give Blair a run for her money and yet I’m not sure she entirely realizes it, because Jenny is fighting against Blair’s shadow in her mind, she can win battles but I get the feeling she doesn’t believe she can win the war. In part because she still has a lot to learn, but in some ways I think Jenny feelsi at disadvantage againgst Blair in a similar way Blair feels toward Serena: a rival that is ahead on the race just by virtue of who she is, with envy and admiration in equal parts.To me their dynamic is interesting through the whole show because Blair even if the doesn’t want to admit it fears Jenny too, a new younger queen in the making, with the ability to knock her dow even it seems unlikely, it’s a tale as old as time, a bit like Queen Elizabeth the first and Mary Queen of Scots. And this is just the first episode of this battle,I really love this part of the show.

The other big plot this episode is the merging of the Van der Woodsen and the Basses which is great because we get to see more of these two broken families and learn more about them. Serena is obviously not happy about this,particularly the part about living with Chuck; at this point we know they were all friends before, but I got the impression out of the group they liked each other the less, with a poor opinion of each other. Their behavior throught the whole season reinforces that and honestly through the season Chuck has not given her even one small reason for her to like him, and I feel part of the reason Chuck was so eager to plot against Serena with Blair was because he got a first row sit to the mess she left when she run for boarding school, with a heartbroken Nate and a devasted Blair. And yet while Serena constantly sees the worst ih him, he’s actually trying for once, as hard to believe as that is for her.

If this episode made one thing obvious is how much Chuck always wanted to have a family, he’s genuine in his compliments to Lily as extravagant as they may seemed and he’s really good with Eric too, they took really quick to each other because they have felt inadequate at some point or another, he eventuanlly makes the effor with Serena too, as Eric explains to her when he gives her a message from him (which backfires, but no the point) and for all his bad qualities Chuck can be a very non-judgemental person when he wants it, this episode for instance Serena gets him kicked out of the penthouse and yet as soon as she apologizes and ask for his help he let’s it go. Because as we see his relationship with Bart is awful, his father always expects and believes the worst of him, and even when he’s nice it ends up being not genuine, and so for the first time via the Van der Woodsens he has the oportunity to get a family life that it’s more than that.

At his core Chuck is a lonely person, which is part of the reason he latches so easily to Van der Woodsens here, sure he had Nate but that was it, and Nate as good hearted as he is not the most reliable person, it’s quite noticeable this episode, aside his new found relationship with the Van der Woodsens, since Nate has dropped their friendship he’s basically on his own in every scene this episode, even more son than Blair who was Serena, even if Serena is flighty and always gets caught up in something, and sure enought the episode ends up with the mistery of who is “G”, which was intriguing the first watch because imagine a person that gets even Chuck Bass like oh no! But that’s for next episode.

Randoms bits I’ve noticed

The timing of this episode is sort of weird. Last episode seemed like it was the end of January or something like that, and now this one is after spring break, and since thanks to gossip girl wikia, we know Jenny’s birthday is on March 30th, and Serena says to Blair about her “3 week old scandal” and I’m like, I mean it’s possible, but then the first to episodes after the holidays had to be like really way too long after the holidays, and that doesn’t makes much sense either.

We also got a new location for the school, I sort of like the other one better.

When the girls throw yoghurt on Blair’s head, all the yoghurt cups are turne upside down.

At the top of the piano there’s a picture of Chuck as a little kid (which is actually Ed), guess Bart wanted to a least gave the impression he care. I do love the fact the show asked the actors for photos of themselves when they were kids. The ones on top of the piano at the Waldorfs are pics of Leighton as a kid.

Feel like saying it againg, but this was such a good ending:

#gossip girl #gossip girl recap #gossip girl rewatch #1x14

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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Dark Crystal Age of Resistance Tactics liveblog pt 3

So last time on video games, Rian’s dad died but I got a sweet drop out of it. This probably doesn’t make him feel any better about his dead dad though.

This time some more sweet rewards. Like: friendship, a fork, and lots of bar fights.

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Dreamfast Memory: Leave None Behind

Huh, I guess we're still in flashback zone.

But this is a very important mission to rescue Gurjin because he's worth it. Look at him with his Sam Gamgee like loyalty.

Tavra joins the party! Tavra leaves the party! Wow, that was fast.

In this mission we play guess the lever that will free Gurjin. I appreciate the variety in goals. There's beat up everything, beat up everything, beat up everything, escape, and guess the lever. 'S nice.

So turns out that behind most locked doors there's angry monsters. Food sometimes but mostly monsters.

I have earned the most important reward of all: Gurjin.

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There's random encounters. Well, not random. But non-plot missions you can do to get more pearlmoney or XP. I'm still in flashback zone so I'm not sure if its predetermined that I did side missions or not.

Whether I did this all along or not, I'm not sure if its the best use of my time to get in pub fights.

Then again, I got some simple hides for it so one fewer naked Gelfling.

WHY IS THE PUB FULL OF SPIDERS

I hit lvl 5 which is like the college of gelflings. I gotta start making a lot of decisions on what they're going to be when they grow up.

And I thiiiink Rian is going to be a Strategist? He's the Hero Guy and he's rallying all the gelfling to oppose the Skeksis and geez someone has to have a brain. It may as well be. Ok so maybe Rian isn't that smart but I'm going to pump some learning into him. Time to go to med school, Rian.

I think Alyadon, my healer, I think I'm going to enroll her in the music program. And as we all know, in order to become a bard or Song Teller, you need to have background in track and field. So she's going to learn to Scout. Bonk.

And my bestest boy Gurjin is a Soldier. I might make him a Grave Dancer because that sounds rad or I might just have him be a Stone Warden. Either way, I'm leaving him in Soldier.

Now to get more characters to lvl 5 so I can decide their entire lives. HENCE more nonrandom encounters.

There's also spiders by the gobbles. I bullied them.

I got the characters to level 5 and then couldn't decide what to do with them so left them where they were.

Cool, I got a Serving Fork for shoving people into the gobbles. Nobody can equip it yet!

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Dreamfast Memory: Rescue Rian

Very close to the title of a story I wrote.

It wasn’t a Dark Crystal story though. I’m not that cool.

Forest Road.

Gotta rescue Rian from the Chamberlain. I wonder how or if they'll translate the exciting pillbug chase scene.

They don't!

We're all stationary. And Chamberlain is telling me to surrender. Buddy, if there was a surrender button I'd maybe think about it.

Oh right, Rian is still very angry about Mira.

CHAMBERLAIN HAS AN ABILITY CALLED SPITHEAD.

Its a debuff, as of course anyone would be after being so viciously mocked.

Dammit Rian you dumb idiot I can't believe you switched sides on me.

I also can't believe that Chamberlain has an ability that talks people into defecting to his side. He's never convinced anyone of anything in his life. He's so bad at being charismatic.

Anyway, Chamberlain stomped me bad so I gotta go back to beating up people in bars.

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Okay take two and I manage to spank the Chamberlain. The key was bar fights. And some strategery.

Its really an annoying fight. Chamberlain gets to go first and Rian is in range that he can confuse him first turn and then continue confusing him everytime it wears off. And once enough damage is done Chamberlain gets the power to convert a confused enemy to his side. SkekSil is fitting a really annoying dingus to fight.

Also apparently I stole his clothes while he was passed out because I get the Chamberlain's Embroidery. Woo. That poor guy, always getting stripped naked. It is his weird lot in life.

Its a worse outfit than the simple clothes I'm already wearing. What the heck, SkekSil!

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Dreamfast Memory: The Paladin

Oh riiiiiight Deet! She's part of this plot too. Weird actually to have her in this tactics game but there you go. More importantly HUP

So in this version, Deet is accompanied by two of my party when she encounters the arathim. Lets not question it. We're in the flashback zone.

HI HUP

fightin spiders, as ya do.

And then Deet and Hup became friends. Based on spider fighting.

My two party guys there didn't get mentioned or have a line of dialogue so maybe they weren't there? Flashback zone is confusing.

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Dreamfast Memory: Rascals

Of course the bar fight Hup got in is going to be a mission. This game loves bar fights.

I do like that the enemies are just called Rude Gelflings. Straightforward.

Wait, beating people up in a bar causes consequences and not free XP? I don't understand these mixed message.

Oh well, I got Deet and Hup out of the bargain. A good reward if you ask me, which you did.

Hup's job class is specifically Podling Paladin.

Going to give Deet the Chamberlain's clothes. They'll be huge on her, it'll be great.

Wow, podlings have a weird skill tree which is more a skill ring. I wonder if this is unique to Hup or whether there are other podlings you can recruit.

So Hup is who uses the fork I've been holding onto for a while. Use the fork, Hup.

#dark crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #dark crystal age of resistance tactics #THE GAME #liveblog #gelfling college

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dakotacrisis · 5 years

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Transferred (3)

Standoffs, salt, and sappy moments.

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The days leading up to Marinette’s goodbye party and subsequent departure from her school were...difficult. Word spread quickly that Marinette was transferring schools. It was a somber affair. No one approached Marinette about it. She wasn’t even sure they really believed that Marinette was actually leaving. Surely their comments that she should leave the school weren’t to be taken literally. It was the middle of term after all. This had to be a rumour that started spreading after the chaos of yesterday.

Marinette sat alone in the courtyard munching lazily on a muffin and flipping through a magazine. She hadn’t spoken a word to anyone all morning. Adrien was making up a photoshoot that got rained out a couple days ago leaving Marinette stranded.

“Marinette,” Alya approached her, “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” Marinette closed the magazine. A small spark of hope fluttering in her chest as Alya took the seat next to her.

“There’s no easy way to bring this up so I’m just gonna say it. There is a rumour going around school that you’re transferring schools. That is just a rumour right?”

Marinette took a deep breath and shook her head. “No. I am leaving at the end of the week. I’m transferring to College Lycee Carnot.”

“Oh…” Alya took a sudden interest in the concrete floor. “Is it because of what happened yesterday?”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at her. “What other reason would I have?”

“I know that yesterday wasn’t great but to transfer schools because of one bad day?”

“It’s not just one bad day, Alya. It’s been an entire month of bad days. The pranks, the sabotage, the manipulation, the lies--” Marinette took another calming breath, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know that things haven’t been great. I’ve noticed that you’ve been stressed out lately and maybe I should have done something, said something earlier, so we could have avoided this mess.” Alya peered back at Marinette, “I don’t want to believe that you stole all that stuff. You’re a bit of a spaz but you’re not a thief. I don’t believe Lila is either. It’s complicated is what I’m trying to say.”

“Whatever,” Marinette muttered under her breath. She was done trying to convince the others that Lila was the devil. It was a waste of her time to try.

“Hey, I’m trying to be reasonable here,” Alya huffed, “You’re my friend, Marinette. You’re a good person and with all the stress you’ve been under you were bound to snap eventually. It’s a human response. But taking it out on Lila and the class was too far.”

“Alya--”

“Then going ahead and storming off to switch schools is a dramatic I didn’t think you capable of. You got in a fight, it didn’t reflect well on you so now you’re running away instead of owning up to the fact that you were in the wrong this time.”

“You haven’t listened to a thing I’ve said!”

“Or maybe you aren’t listening to what I’ve been saying. You don’t like Lila, fine, you’re allowed to not like people. But what about the rest of us? We’re your friends and you got mad at us for defending someone you were unfairly blaming for your streak of bad luck. Don’t we deserve an apology? Is your personal pride worth losing all your friends? Are you actually that vain?”

Marinette smashed the remainder of her muffin on top of Alya’s head. She didn’t fully realize what she had done till it already happened. Angry tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. “My friends would believe me. Since no one does I guess that means I’m losing nothing.”

Alya kept opening and closing her mouth trying to form a coherent sentence. Marinette got up and left cursing herself for losing her muffin for such a short lived moment of satisfaction.

That spark of hope from earlier had died completely. If she was taking her frustration out on her supposed best friend then what hope left was there? No. Now only a smoking sense of absolute discontent lingered.

When class started again Marinette wasn’t surprised to see that Alya had moved to the empty seat next to Nino. Adrien took Alya’s former seat next to Marinette. He tried asking her what had happened while he was gone but she shook her head. She didn’t want to relive that conversation again. Not when Alya was right there.

Adrien walked Marinette back home after school and she explained the situation to him then. He listened and cringed when she got to the part of her smushing the muffin on Alya’s head. Just another bad decision in a long line of bad snap decisions she had been making this month. She wouldn’t apologize though. Brushing a few crumbs out of her hair was nothing compared to the sensation of Marinette having her heart ripped out and stomped on everytime she entered the school grounds.

“I don’t think she’s gonna come to the farewell party after that.” Marinette flopped down on her couch. “Are you sure you won’t just cancel it?”

“I already ordered a cake so yes it is.” He joked as he took the seat next to her, “I know this sucks but can I get a smile? A little smile?”

“I don’t wanna…” Marinette pouted.

“Fine, that’s fine,” he scooted closer, “But what if I…” he started tickling her and she squirmed away with a laugh. “There it is. There’s a happy Marinette.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She sighed. If there was anything good to take away from this horrible month it was that it had certainly brought Marinette and Adrien closer. She was still a nervous wreck when she even thought of him in a romantic way but these dumb moments were easy. He was a friend in a time when she didn’t have any.

Adrien’s phone beeped. “I gotta go, the Gorilla is waiting for me.” Adrien stood up again, “If you need someone to talk to you know how to get ahold of me. See you tomorrow, Marinette.”

“See you,” She walked him to the door. He gave her a quick hug and went down the steps leaving Marinette with a dorky smile plastered on her face. Of course only Adrien would be able to lure a genuine smile out of her after such a disastrous day.

Marinette’s last days at Dupont flew by. She hadn’t said a word to anyone other than Adrien the entire time. Finally it was the day of her farewell party. Adrien had a set up in an empty classroom for the small party. While no one from their class was willing to come he had convincingly invited Aurore and Wayhem from one of the other classes to come. He also invited Kagami which Marinette wasn’t too keen on but if they were going to attend school together they might as well try to get along.

Marinette was packing up her locker when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around and didn’t let anything show as she came face to face with Lila.

“What do you want?” she turned her back on her as she continued to empty her locker.

“I came to say goodbye. I didn’t think it would be that easy to get rid of you. You have the same annoying tenacity as another self-righteous pigtailed worm. But then again, you aren’t very super. At least Lady-barf can claim to have skills even if she owes them all to her magic toys. You don’t have anything like that though.” Lila was practically purring with satisfaction, “You’re just a sad little nobody that can’t tell when she’s outmatched. You’re doing the right thing by leaving. Without you getting in my way I’ll be running this school. I’ll probably even have Adrien wrapped around my little finger before too long.”

“Insult me all you want, Lila. Your words mean nothing to me. You’re a compulsively lying brat that needs to deceive others to fulfill some unending need for recognition and acceptance.” Marinette closed her locker and looked her enemy dead in the eye, “I’m not leaving cause I’m scared. I’m leaving because I deserve better than this. And I pity you.”

“Pity me?” Lila narrowed her eyes, “I won.”

“No. You got me to leave the school, yes. You got what you wanted but you haven’t won anything. I pity you because you are so scared that you could never be accepted for who you are that you need to make everyone else feel lesser so that you may stand a chance to be in their good graces.”

“That--that is not--you don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“They don’t know the real you. So they can’t really be your friends. If they knew who you truly are they would hate you as much as they hate me. You know that’s the truth and it terrifies you. You won’t be able to keep up the facade forever and whenever that mask of yours breaks the backlash will be more gruesome than you can even imagine.” Marinette collected her things and moved past Lila, “Have a nice life, Lila Rossi.”

She walked up to the classroom and looked at her tiny farewell party. It wasn’t anything special, just some food and drinks, a handmade farewell banner, and some music. Adrien and Wayhem were talking by the windows. Aurore was sitting on a table sipping some soda and watching Kagami and Chloe argue. What was Chloe doing here?

“Marinette!” Adrien was the first to notice her, “I know it isn’t much…”

“It’s perfect.” she assured him. “Surprised to see Chloe here though.”

“She asked if she could come.” he shrugged.

“Okay then…” Strange turn of events but its not like she was expecting this to be a party for the ages.

“Hey Kagami, Chloe, Aurore,” Marinette approached the girls, “Thanks for coming.”

“Marinette!” Aurore jumped up and hugged her, “I was bummed to hear that you were transferring and when I heard Adrien was throwing this little shindig I had to come. Gonna miss having you around.”

“Thanks, Aurore, I needed to hear that.” She wasn’t sure how much Aurore actually knew about why Marinette was leaving but it was nice to have someone besides Adrien sad to see her go.

Marinette turned to Kagami next. “Hi, I guess this is more of a hello then a goodbye for us.”

“I will admit that I was shocked when Adrien told me about your transfer to my school. I’ve really only heard good things about you.” Kagami said, “Then when he explained who this Lila character was things became clear as to why you are choosing to leave.”

“Honestly, Lila is faker than Sabrina’s knock-off Jimmy Choo tote.” Chloe rolled her eyes, “I could smell the pile of crap spewing from her mouth before it made it past her lips.”

“You know Lila is a liar? I thought you were just as taken in with her lies as everyone else.” Marinette couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.

“Please, I’m not that dense. The way she hangs all over my poor Adrikins is so annoying and over the top that it couldn’t possibly be genuine.” Chloe looked back at said boy who was thankfully absent from this conversation, “I think your crush on him is ridiculous too but I at least respect that you seem to genuinely like Adrien for who he is. Lila only wants to be with him because it’ll spite others and make her look good. It’s all about her image.”

Wow. An actual compliment from Chloe? As close to a compliment as Marinette was going to get anyway. At the end of the day Marinette could see put aside her own issues with Chloe to see why Adrien defended her so. The mayor’s daughter had a heart in that designer clad body of hers somewhere. Maybe she’d pull a Grinch Christmas miracle and her shriveled heart would grow three sizes one day.

The party continued on and Marinette was pleasantly surprised at how nice it was. The few people that attended were nice and the atmosphere calm. Wayhem had a plethora of bad jokes that had everyone splitting their sides with laughter. The six of them even split up into teams to play a couple games during their time before they had to start cleaning up.

When everything was packed up and everyone started to leave Marinette gave her final goodbyes. She swapped numbers with Wayhem and Aurore. She liked them and they made her promise they would hang out again soon. Kagami told Marinette she looked forward to seeing her in school Monday before heading out.

Then there was Chloe.

The two girls had been enemies since they were little kids. Marinette’s departure should have been a celebration on both ends given their history. But with a common enemy and a mutual friend in Adrien things had changed somewhat.

“Thanks for coming, Chloe.” Marinette finally said, “I know we’ve never gotten along but today wasn’t terrible.”

“And I suppose there will be a small part of me that will miss our classroom rumbles, Dupain-Cheng.” Chloe smirked, “All the others are too spineless to think of going toe to toe with me. You were my only real challenge.”

“I’m sure you’ll find plenty of others to have a good argument with, Bourgeois.” Marinette stuck out a hand, “I’m counting on you to put Lila through the ringer while I’m gone.”

Chloe grasped Marinette’s hand firmly and shook it, “If she comes at me she’ll wish she never entered this school.”

With that Chloe left and it was just Marinette and Adrien standing at the school entrance.

“Getting along with Chloe now? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I would call it more of mutual tolerance than getting along.” Marinette looked back at the school, “I know that this was my decision and that it’s the right decision but why does it have to hurt so much?”

“It will hurt a lot less than if you stayed under Lila’s thumb.” Adrien told her. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I think my father would pull me back to homeschooling if I asked for a transfer I’d come with you.”

“And it means the world to me that you would even consider that. But you have a place here. Lila isn’t out to destroy you and our classmates don’t hate your guts. It’d make no sense for you to leave.”

“Doesn’t mean I still can’t feel guilty about all this.” He sighed, “All this time I thought that by ignoring Lila and not picking fights that things would be fine. That the universe would double down on her or something. But while I was off living in my ignorance you were suffering. I’m a terrible friend.”

“Adrien--”

“Now you’re leaving because I can’t fix this and everyone is going to think bad things about you when they should be apologizing for ever believing Lila. You’re hurting and life sucks and I wish I could bring everything back to the way it was before Lila.”

“Adrien.” Marinette touched his cheek, “You’re more tore up about this than I am.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a crappy friend.” he murmured, “If I had just--”

“Stop. No more feeling guilty about this. It won’t help anything.” she ordered. “Just see me off with a smile.”

Adrien pulled her in for a long tight hug that helped put some of the broken parts of her morale back together. “I’m gonna miss you, Marinette.”

“I’m switching schools, I’m not dead.” she chuckled, “I’ll miss you too, Adrien.”

“If you ever need someone to talk to I’m just a phone call away.” they stepped out of the hug all too soon. The Gorilla honked the car horn. “I gotta get going.”

“See you soon, Adrien.” Marinette waved to him.

“See you soon,” he waved back and rushed to the car.

Marinette watched them pull away from the curb and drive off. She took a deep breath and turned for home leaving the school behind her once and for all.

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hunter-rudzik-blog · 5 years

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The ‘Middle Child’

People have always asked why I seem like my life is perfect and I do not go through things. This might be true in some cases but I go through so much. I do not show feelings unless I really care. I will not show you or let you in unless you make a good impression on me. I keep to myself more times then not and yet that may be hard to believe but it's true. I act like everything is always fine even though it aint. THAT'S the story of my life. I would rather be someone else then the person I am now. People my entire life have looked down upon me and I feel like there are many reasons for them too. But at the same time when I lied I was telling the truth and when I was telling the truth I was a liar. This is the story of my life. My name is Hunter and I am the, middle child. I have two siblings an older brother and a younger sister. I know what you might be thinking already but im gonna tell the story anyhow. Being the middle child puts more pressure on a kid than anyone can ever imagine. No wonder why my parents thought I was a fuck up. It all started when I learned that to survive in a household as a 'middle child' you have to lie. In order to become your own person you lie you way through everything because if you didnt you would be in way more trouble. The reason I bring this up is because everything my siblings did was blamed on me. EVERYTHING. Say I was out with a friend and they stole each others money. I'm not home for number one and yet when I get home instant blame. I can not remember a single time where what they did had any consequences for them but as for me. WHEW. It was hard. Was not able to go play with friends because I was always grounded for things I did not do, and they wonder why I started ignoring them. Yes it was two against one I get that but like seriously my FUCKING words legit mean nothing to you like come on. Even if I did do what I was getting punished for, I would get punished so much more just because the ‘siblings' made it sound so much worse than it ever was. Yes, these are some things that happen with regular siblings middle child or not. But it was so much worse for someone in my footsteps. I was so disappointed in who I was just because of the way I was raised as a child. It's not that my parents did not do a good job but everything was on me. Everything was my fault. Drugs were an escape for me. EVen if they were yelling at me I was so high I did not hear a word they said. I got home from school which was around 4:30 but I had to be sure to pop some pills or take another hit of weed because I knew the 30 minute car ride we had everyday was gonna be arguing and nor complaining because I did something wrong. Just because I did something wrong once does not mean I am the worst child ever know to mankind what it means is I am learning. Slower than others. But this is because of how my childhood went. It was not much more than anything. It was as simple as being the 'middle child'. I can not remember the last time my birthday was celebrated doing something I actually wanted. As for my brother he did things, whether it was chucky cheeses or what he still did things. And my sister would always do the same yet she would also be able to do some other things that she wanted. Everytime my birthday came across they made the excuse money was tight or they would promise me something to get me to shut up yet it would never happen. My birthday turned into a normal day with a few birthday wishes. So when people ask why I treat myself on my own birthday like shit it is because I feel like shit. Never have I seen a cake with my name on it nor have I ever saw balloons on my birthday. When my birthday comes around it is like WWII all over again. I wish it never happened. The way things play out for my are horrible and I wish it would just end. I wish I could just leave everyone and everything behind and just start new. It would be awesome if I could find someone that treated me like their own and showed me the respect I deserved. It is hard as a 'middle child' everything you do is bad everything you do not do is on you. As a Middle Child you are welcoming the worst into your world. Was told jail was my future was told that my only chance was gonna be wasted yet i'm still here. I only made the bad choices to survive. Whether you believe that or not it's on you. But thats is the story of my life. Gotta cut it short because im getting hurt just by writing this and I really wish I could just keep going but I am not sure.

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 6 years

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Safety in Numbers 4

Part One Part Two Part Three

A/N: I’m not super happy with this one, but I had to say what had happened to the reader. It was driving me nuts-o-crazy

Reaching around Phillips, you pressed down on the backspace. His voice rose to a yell, smacking at your hand, as his report disappeared.

“This is wrong,” you explained.

“Did I miss the part of your resume where it said you were a trained biologist?” he asked angrily.

“I lived there for seven years.” You let up on the keyboard. “I’m an astrophysicist, not a moron.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He swatted at your hand as you started typing. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

You copied him in a mocking tone, but moved back to your own computer. You heard him snort and call you a child as you started reading the text on the screen again.

“You’ve missed your last five appointments with Doctor Clemmens,” Leonard announced his presence.

“He’s a quack and his haircut is terrible.” You didn’t look up from the terminal as you spoke.

“He’s not a quack.”

“He told me I have anger management issues.”

“You punched three crew members.”

“I’m just gonna…” Phillips’ eyes flicked between the two of you, “not be here.”

“They deserved it,” you said dismissively as he scurried from the room.

“You can’t throw down everytime someone says something mean about me. I am not a maiden in need of defending and your fists are not a tool of discussion.”

“They are, if you know how to use them.”

“Just go to your damn appointments!”

“They don’t help.”

“You haven’t given them the chance. You spent the last appointment talking about snakes and then stole his decorative mask.”

“It was a cool mask.”

“It’s a four thousand year old mask. It’s irreplaceable and a gift from his mother. His dead mother,” he clarified.

“Oh, that’s not something he should be leaving out where anybody can walk up and take it,” you said, still keeping up your laissez-faire attitude.

“(Y/N),” Leonard's voice was stern and commanding.

“I’ll give it back. Relax.”

“By tomorrow,” he ordered.

“Yes, mom,” you mocked.

“And you’re going to your next appointment,” he added.

“Fine but I’m not talking about my stupid feelings.”

“You have to talk to someone.”

“I’ll talk to Mr. Danish Face,” you joked dismissively.

“Someone intelligent,” he clarified. “And I told you I’m not naming my Tribble that.”

You hummed in feigned consideration.

Leonard took a step closer to you and bent down slightly in an attempt to get you to meet his eyes. “If you won’t talk to Doctor Clemmens, talk to me.”

Finally looking at him, you sucked a sharp breath in through your nose.

“You wanna talk? You wanna hear about my issues? Fine.” You unzipped your hoodie and threw it on the desk, making Leonard worry momentarily that you had somehow misunderstood talk as fight.

“Let’s talk. My best friend was with us. She wasn’t human; couldn’t handle the heat. She died within three months, but before that she went crazy.” You tugged up the hem of the t-shirt you wore to make the scar that reached across your midriff visible. A scar Leonard had desperately tried to heal. A scar that was too deep, too old, too stubborn to heal.

“She tried to kill me.” You let your shirt drop. “I have never seen that kind of animalistic rage. We were friends for eight years and she didn’t even know who I was.” A voice in your head screamed for you to stop talking, but now that you had started, the only way out was through. “A little while later our department head got sick. We thought it was the flu. It wasn’t. It hit one of the others worse than the rest of us. He wandered out into the desert. Never saw him again. One after another I watched the people who became my family die. I was left alone in that hell for five years. Then I came back and instead of being greeted by the people looking for me, I was greeted with a death certificate.

“I know I’m broken. I know I have issues. I don’t need some condescending jackass in a blue shirt to tell me that.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“If you say I’m not broken, you’ll be the fourth crew member I punch.”

“I was going to say that’s exactly why you should talk to the condescending jackass.”

“I know,” you sighed, sitting down in the desk chair you had been ignoring.

“You’ve been through through hell. You have to deal with that.” He wound around the terminal so he was standing beside you.

“If I say I’ll give it another try, will you leave me alone?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “What’s that?” Leonard asked, nodding at the computer.

“Practice test.”

“A Starfleet practice test?”

“Well, ya won’t let me start anymore fist fights. Gotta do somethin’ to occupy my time,” you joked.

“How much time are you looking to occupy?”

“All of it.”

“After all that happened you’re still looking to live your life out on a metal death trap floating through the depths of space?”

You shrugged. “What can I say. I don’t know when to give up. Besides,” you looked back to the test, “the chances of that happening on a ship like this? Like none.” You gave him a weak smile. “Safety in numbers right?”

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uhh-the-green-thing · 7 years

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“You just make things so hard sometimes.” | Becca x MC (Jey)

Hey, guys. This is the first fic I have ever written. Ever. In my entire life. It’s a bit lengthy too, so I’m sorry if it bores you or if it’s not up to your guys’ standards. Hope you guys like it though. AND PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK :( I wanna know how I can improve my writing. Thanks guys.

It had been so boring today. Classes were bleak, the professors just droning on and on about whatever uninteresting topic they were talking about. Having no one to rant to about this also wasn’t helping, and Becca somewhat found herself missing Madison’s company.

“I don’t need her,” she thought, furrowing her eyebrows.

She still felt bitter about everything that’s happened–the divorce and the outvoting–and thinking about those soured her mood even more.

She started walking down the quad with a huff, the light spring breeze blowing her hair gently across her face. She needed a distraction from all of this; she needed Jey.

Becca reached down and opened her bag, grabbing her phone to send a text to Jey. Busy? Where are you?

Her reply was quick. Just working on an article. I’m by my tree. Something wrong?

She found it cliche that Jey’s ideal working place in Hartfeld was under a tree in the more secluded area near the quad. The silence makes sense, but where would she charge her laptop?

I’m coming. She replied, disregarding the latter question.

As Becca made her way to the tree, she took out her compact and fixed herself a little. Gotta look good at least.

From a short distance, she could make out Jey’s relaxed frame, typing away on her laptop. A notepad and some sheets of paper lie by her side. She looked about, checking if there wasn’t anyone nearby that she knew. There wasn’t a lot of people around, but it wouldn’t hurt to be sure.

“Hey,” Becca greeted as she walked over to her.

Jey looked up from her laptop and smiled as she saw Becca. “Oh, hey.”

Oh, dear god that smile. Becca would never admit how she loved seeing it. She was slightly flustered by Jey’s subtle scrutiny, loving the way how her brown gaze felt just as kind as normal but held a degree of intensity to it–a look mostly reserved for people Jey deeply cared about–and she almost forgot how her throat worked. Yep, she felt better already. “Classes done?”

“Y-yeah,” Becca stuttered. She sighed, sitting down next to her.

“I’m guessing they went well?” Jey teased, seeing the woman’s lack of enthusiasm. She put her laptop aside and turned to Becca, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek softly. Becca rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, hardly,” she grumbled as she laid her head on the brunette’s shoulder, Jey wrapping an arm around her waist. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“So what happened?” Jey asked.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing, huh? You wouldn’t be acting like this if ‘nothing’ happened.” She cast a side-eye.

“No, that’s just it. My classes bored me to death and there’s literally nothing to do.”

“Well, you could always do me…” Jey trails off. Becca raised her head from Jey’s shoulder and gave her an unamused look, chuckling slightly when Jey gave her a sly wink.

“Shut up,” Becca said, looking down as her smile faded. “And all this divorce and sorority crap isn’t doing me any good either.”

“Oh…” Jey frowned. “Have you talked to Madison yet?”

“Of course not, why would I?” She scoffed, shaking her head. Jey moved her other arm and took Becca’s hand in hers, running her thumbs in slow, comforting strokes. She felt Becca relax a little against her.

“Becca, she really wants to patch things up with you. Just hear her out, I’m sure that she’s having a hard time with this too. She is your best friend, right?”

“Oh please. She stole my position. She’s probably having a grand time now that she’s queen bee,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Jey sighed and looked at Becca, thoughtful. “I highly doubt that, Becca. She’s a really sweet girl, and it’s not like she asked for the girls to vote for her. That’s just very un-Madison.” Jey reasons. “And remember how you told me that you only got one vote? Did–”

“Wow,” Becca interrupted, her face forming her trademark scowl. “Thanks for reminding me.”

“I’m just saying,” Jey said emphatically, “Did you ever stop to think that that vote could come from Madison?”

Becca’s scowl softened. Huh. Madison would do that. She knew the endearing dummy too well, but was far too proud and stubborn to admit that maybe Madison did vote for her. The thought did little to quell her annoyance though.

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” Becca finally said, suddenly cold and withdrawn. She looked down and started plucking at a patch of grass by her side. Jey breathed a sigh resignation, clearly disappointed, but knew better than to push. “Okay.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Jey holding Becca in her arms, hoping the silence and her touch may calm Becca. Jey held her closer and nuzzled against her neck, relieved when there weren’t any signs of protest from her.

Birds’ chirping could be heard in the distance along with the low murmur from a few people occasionally passing by. Leaves rustled as the wind blew, and Jey closed her eyes, reveling in the quiet and Becca’s warmth. Maybe I should bring Becca here with me more oft–

“I’m sorry I’m like this.” Becca spoke, her voice interrupting Jey’s thoughts. “I don’t get how you put up with me, why you put up with me” she continued, her somber tone worrying Jey. She removed her hand from Jey’s grasp and looked down, staring at that same patch of grass she was plucking earlier.

“Becca…” Jey turned her body towards Becca, her heart breaking as she assessed the woman beside her, studying the woeful expression on her face.

“Every time you see me, I’m either mad or sad. I’ve been so horrible to you, Jey,” Becca looks at her. “Since day one. I spilled coffee on you, I humiliated you in front of the whole sorority, I fucking pushed you into a pool, I’ve been a bitch to you everytime we saw each other, I–”

Becca broke. The shame of her actions overwhelmed her; the force of it almost physical, so much that she glanced away from Jey and stared at the ground. One day, Jey would forgive her, because it was in her nature to forgive. And maybe she already has. She was a compassionate woman, who for whatever reason, cared about Becca and was willing to give her a second chance. But could Becca ever forgive herself?

She doubted it.

Hot pinpricks lit behind her eyes. Becca closed them and tried hard to blink back the threat of tears. She hated showing any kind of vulnerability to anyone, but her strength was wavering.

“Hey, look at me.” Jey said softly, grasping Becca’s chin and gently raised it. Becca lifted her eyes, reluctantly meeting Jey’s gaze.

But then Jey kept staring at her, kind brown eyes searching and forgiving, so lovely and soft and full of caring, and that traitorous warmth in her chest started to seep through the cracks, and it was all so unfair.

“I care about you, Becca. I care about you a lot more than I let you on to know,” Jey said, wondering if her admission gave too much away. She raised her hand and cupped Becca’s cheek, running her thumb across her skin lightly. “I didn’t know those things still bothered you until now. I thought we’ve gone through this before…” Sure, they’ve mentioned it briefly before, but Jey never knew that Becca was still holding this close to her chest.

“I’m sorry, Jey. I’m so, so sorry.” Becca wasn’t the type of person to say those words so easily. You usually have to fight with her just to get her to apologize, and even if she knows she’s clearly in the wrong, she’d still be unwilling to say those damned words, stubborn and unrelenting. But dear god, why was she so willing to let her walls down when it comes to Jey? Why did she keep on showing vulnerability around her? Becca couldn’t understand. “I… I don’t deserve you,” she weakly whispered, knowing well that Jey had already put this issue past them.

Jey watched Becca struggle with her feelings, her heart aching at the sight before her. She’d never imagined Becca, the mean, abrasive Becca, to show this magnitude of emotions to her.

“Maybe you don’t…” Jey replied slowly, making Becca look up at her. “But even so, do you think that would change the way I treat you or how I feel about you?” She paused. “Even if you don’t believe it, you deserve to be happy, Becca. And I’ll do anything to make that happen.” Her eyes were full of sincerity and something more, Becca couldn’t put her finger on it. It was too soon to tell but, was it… love?

“Come here.” Jey cupped Becca’s face with her hands and leaned forward to kiss her. The sudden pressure of Jey’s lips on Becca’s was dizzying, and it was only because Jey’s hands held her steady that she didn’t break contact. Her lips were warm, placing soft and gentle kisses that seemed to devour every scrap intelligence from Becca’s mind, constant and reassuring.

Jey pulled back after a long moment, breathless. She tangled her fingers in Becca’s blonde tresses, leaning forward to rest their heads together. Becca’s eyes were still closed, and a great deal of color returned to her cheeks.

“Jey…” Becca started, opening her eyes. “You… Christ, you. I…” she pulled back a little and swallowed a lump in her throat, looking straight into Jey’s eyes, unbelieving yet grateful. She didn’t see the point in arguing with Jey anymore. She was so emotionally drained.

“I meant what I said before, Becca,” Jey said, her voice slightly hoarse with emotion. “That I cared about you… You’re just. Ugh. You just make things so hard sometimes.” Jey laughed lightly, stroking Becca’s cheek affectionately.

Becca snorted softly, pressing an exhausted kiss against Jey’s cheeks as her fingers combed through Jey’s hair. She couldn’t believe how this girl could stand her, she’d just taken them both on a roller coaster of emotions after all.

There was a long silence, both giving each other meaningful looks full of raw emotion. Becca buried her face against Jey’s neck, loving the way Jey’s arms wrapped around her in a sweet, comforting embrace.

A sudden beep cut through the silence.

“Crap,” Jey said quietly, looking over towards the source of the sound. She frowned.

“What?”

“My laptop died.”

Forgive me if you guys found this piece unamusing, too lengthy, or whatever. Like I said, I’ve never written ANYTHING of this kind in my entire life, so please bear with me if you found a lot of errors and flaws. I tried my best though.

#oh dear god i hope this isnt horrible #becca #becca x mc #the freshman #the sophomore #choices #playchoices #my fanfics #play choices femslash week #play choices #my work

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coffin-ass · 4 years

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"Does it makes you happy?" I asked hesitant to look at her even her eyes are like vacuum in orbs. She gulped twice on her canned beer and frowned at me. Those orange post lights streaked their way down her dark hair. The shadow of her eyelashes are carved on this rooftop's floor.

"Happy? That's weird. It's sounds like a necessity for me aaaand I ain't needing one asshole. You deserve it more. Humanity needs necessity to live. You gotta pull some serotonin on you kid in order to survive. That's the math." She finished the third can now and she grabbed another we bought on the store. I didn't even finished my first can yet.

"Are you telling me you're not human?" I said and she gulped her beer several times before sighing. I'm so boring i could tell. I don't know either why I'm here. I met her on East Avenue the day before yesterday. She said i stole her favorite seat on Nuggets 'n Shit fast food. Then she decided to share it with me shoving the thought that I'm hella lucky because other "retards" -as she said- wasn't given the chance.

"Oh i wish I'm not," she threw her third can down which made me stood upright.

"What on Ear---" i started because things aren't normal right now.

She laughed interrupting me. She laughed but her eyes are closed. She's eerie but peaceful from here.

"Relax asshole. It's just a can."

"You might hit somebody down there."

"It won't hurt motherfucker."

I stared at her face as she slowly laid down on the floor. Her cheeks are turning red. Her giant hoodie all over her.

"But the guards would be----" i started again.

"Just ssshhh for a minute. I want to feel this first." She said eyes still closed. I sat back knowing there's no way i can win with her. This is our second hangout. I don't know if she's really cool with random strangers. I don't have any idea where she lives. She just popped out of somewhere. She's not interested on knowing my name. The only thing I'm aware is that her name starts with Z.

"Right. Being human. Like being human is still a necessity. You gonna do this for in order for this. That shit makes me tired. Walking makes me tired. Talking is tiring. Then why am i talking to you motherfucker? Nvm. You put me to living state, you and your dumb expressions everytime i did something that makes you cringe and run for your life. I'm telling you, you have to burn that sucker who grabbed your sister's ugly doll." she said that in plain expression looking above as if she's not saying a horrible decision.

"We're not having this burning thingy of yours. Tell me where you live." I said gulping last of beer.

She got up and hugged her knees.

"I don't live anywhere else. Like literally. I visit unknown places. I love to be lost. To be somewhere I'm not familiar with. I don't do happy dumbass. I do burn things. I'm not like you. I don't do necessities in my timeline. Necessities do need me. Because most of the time i don't need no fuck." She stood and turned her back. I didn't understand what she just said. I guess i did but it's too much to put in one plate. It's too much to devour.

That's the last time i saw her. I guess she moved into another place just like she said. But weeks have passed and i can't get her out of my head. I'm still hoping i could bump on her again someday.

I guess you could never tame a person who married their realities. Who vowed to accept the darkness in everything to have and to hold. They can't be pinned down by fair tranquilizers you built out of the concept of shelter or love. They are untamed and wild in their own dark but peaceful forest. Their reality is too much for the world to understand.

(a tribute for my hoe-mate, Ririn 🖤)

--- Johna Latiban, "Her name starts with Z"

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