#and i was just thinking abt the man last week who pulled me aside during deplaning to tell me that i was clearly a very kind

[filmnoirsbian]

I know I'm so many airline inflight supervisors' worst nightmare bc I have a mohawk and my nails are never uniform compliant and I never hesitate to call out and encourage other flight attendants to call out and I never check my work email and I never pick up extra trips. However. None of that matters when on almost every flight at least one passenger tells me that I've made their traveling experience better. I know a lot of customer service employees hate customers (sometimes for good reason, sometimes just bc they hate people), but I always try to make flying (already a stressful and expensive experience for most) easier on my passengers than it otherwise might be and that energy has never failed in its return. "Our airline was voted number one in customer experience this year!" Yeah you're fucking welcome and can u believe my bleeding heart-patterned nails didn't prevent me from helping that happen?

#it's really just a couple of inflight supervisors who i know have me on their shit list but they can't do anything bc i toe that line #and i was just thinking abt the man last week who pulled me aside during deplaning to tell me that i was clearly a very kind #hearted person and he and the other passengers could tell and i made their trips better by being there <3 very sweet old man #the supervisors can get stuffed <3 I'm the people's princess #tcp #work stuff

[wearfinethingsalltoowell]

Downton AU Snippet #1

Set in the opening scene of 3.05, Richard’s been Matthew’s valet since abt 3.03

Returning to his dressing room after his sister-in-law’s false labor pains, Matthew Crawley felt a twinge of guilt at seeing his valet still awake.

“It’s nearly two in the morning, Richard. Have we kept all the servants from their rest this evening?” Matthew asked, trying to keep his tone light but unable to hide his genuine concern for the staff’s welfare.

“It was no trouble at all, sir,” Richard responded, conveniently not answering Matthew’s question, “Is everything all right with Lady Sybil?”

“Clarkson says everything is as it should be, and given that I have no experience on the topic, I am going to trust his judgement.”

“In your defense, sir, most men our age have no experience in this particular field.”

“You can say that again. I’m nearing my twenty-eighth year on Earth and I’ve never been around a pregnant woman!”

“A natural consequence of being your mother’s only child, sir. And you should count yourself lucky. When I was younger, I overheard the rather unpleasant experience of a friend of my sister. Believe me when I tell you it’s all I needed to know about the subject.”

“Oh? What happened to her?”

“Her parents were so concerned about her that they shelled out thousands for a huge London doctor to come and treat her. I think he even had a practice on Harley Street. It was all the neighborhood could talk about for weeks. But, during the birth, I guess he missed the symptoms of some disease or other, and she died.” Richard explained, forcing away the growing feeling that he had said too much.

“That’s horrible,” Matthew said, attempting to console his friend, “did you know her well?”

“Not very, though she had been very close with my sister,” Richard said.

“Still, quite tragic, especially for a young woman. Do you remember who the doctor was?” Matthew asked, not knowing what had prompted this sudden curiosity about such a small detail of Richard’s story, but nearly being swallowed by the feeling that it was of paramount importance that he know.

“I could never forget it,” Richard said with a chuckle, “The village was so furious with him, I thought they’d form a mob and storm his practice with pitchforks. It was a Dr. Tapsell.”

Matthew’s blood ran cold, and suddenly he could hear his heart beat speed up.

“Good God,” he breathed, “you don’t mean Phillip Tapsell, do you?” he asked, praying he was wrong in his assumption.

“Yes, sir, it was him. What’s wrong?” Richard questioned when he saw the horrified look on Matthew’s face.

“That’s the doctor Robert has hired for Sybil. I have to tell him right away!”

“I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” Richard said quickly, trying to take back his words, “I wouldn’t want to cause His Lordship any undue stress before his first grandchild’s birth. I’m sure he’s a fine doctor who just made a mistake.”

“Trust me, Richard, if something happens to Sybil, and Cora, my wife, or, god forbid, the Dowager, finds out I knew this information and withheld it, then my war injury will no longer be the most painful thing that’s ever happened to me. I have to tell Robert as soon as I can.”

“If you think it would help, sir.”

“I do, immensely. And I owe you a debt of gratitude for the warning, God only knows what might have happened otherwise. Goodnight.” Matthew said, retreating to his bedroom.

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“You were in your dressing room so long, I was beginning to worry.” Mary said when her husband finally appeared in their bedchamber.

“So sorry, darling, but I promise it was for good reason. I was having the most enlightening chat with Richard.”

“I’m glad to see you and your new valet get on so well. Molesley was nice, but I sometimes wondered if he’d ever interacted with another human before.”

Nodding in agreement at his wife’s comment, Matthew began to recount Richard’s story for her.

When he’d finished, she looked nearly as panicked as he had when he’d heard it.

“And this is the doctor Papa has hired to treat Sibyl?” Mary nearly screamed.

When Matthew shook his head “yes”, she took it as permission to continue spiraling into fear for her sister.

“We have to tell him, and the earliest possible opprotunity!”

Putting his hand through his wife’s hair in a calming gesture, Matthew tried to soothe her worries while panicking himself.

“Darling, I couldn’t agree more. We’ll find Robert tomorrow morning, as soon as he wakes up. Don’t worry, I’m certain the second he hears what Richard told me, he won’t let Tapsell near Sybil. I’m certain Clarkson won’t mind stepping in at the last minute.”

Her worries not quite gone, but recognizing there was nothing she could do until morning, Mary fell into a restless sleep.

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Meanwhile, in the servants hall, Richard was replaying his conversation with Matthew in his head when His Lordship’s valet walked in.

“Mr. Barrow,” Richard greeted the man whom he’d taken to calling “Thomas” in his head. Her Ladyship’s maid had pulled him aside his first week on the job, and told him that, as one of the longest serving staff members, getting into Thomas’ good graces would help him advance at the Abbey. Richard hadn’t needed to be told twice, and he was glad that he’d taken her advice. Thomas was now his closest friend at Downton (and if he spent a good chunk of time gauging if more than that was possible, that was his own business).

“Mr. Ellis,” Thomas greeted in return, “how are you?”

“I might have just gotten myself in a bit of trouble with His Lordship.”

“You? What could you have said to get yourself into trouble?”

“I was chatting with Mr. Crawley earlier, and I ended up telling him about a friend of my sister’s, who passed in childbirth. It turned out the doctor who failed her is the same one His Lordship hired to treat Lady Sibyl.”

When Thomas burst out laughing, Richard’s concerned expression turned confused.

“What is amusing about that?”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said, catching his breath, “It’s just that, His Lordship forgave me for literally stealing from him numerous times, is currently fighting to overturn his valet’s conviction for murder, and his wife has a maid who would be more at home as one of Notre Dame’s gargoyles. I truly doubt that his son-in-law’s valet warning him about a potential threat to the life of his beloved youngest daughter is gonna be the straw that breaks his back.”

Realizing from Thomas’ words that he was being a tad ridiculous, Richard sighed.

“I just didn’t want him to stress out unnecessarily”

“I promise, when Mr. Crawley tells him your story, he’ll be grateful to you.”

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The following morning, both Matthew and Thomas’ predictions from the previous night came true.

Mary and Matthew had corned Robert the second they saw him, and told him everything. Robert cursed, made them promise not to tell his mother, and cancelled Sir Phillip’s services immediately, and asked Cora to telephone Clarkson, which she happily did.

And, that afternoon, Richard jumped to his feet when the Earl of Grantham himself appeared in the servants hall.

“Your Lordship,” he greeted.

“Ellis, I wanted to come down and personally offer my thanks. Your conversation with Matthew yesterday evening may have saved my daughter a traumatic experience, and I am very grateful.”

“Thank you, Your Lordship. I’m glad I was able to help.”

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This is my first attempt at any type of fic since my ancient Wattpad account, and it is probably very bad, but I hope it was at least cute. Possibly more snippets from this au coming if anyone likes it

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfic #downton abbey fanfiction #my writing #mary crawley #richard ellis #thomas barrow #barellis #barris #matthew crawley #mary crawley x matthew crawley #downton abbey au #tw death mention

[zepdeans]

there’s not a lot I can say about s3 that hasn’t already been said (and articulated 200x better) but! here are some of my (albeit dumb) thoughts :~)

ep1 -isak leaning against the bathroom wall gets me EVERY time its such a powerful scene esp introducing you to s3 and tarjei..... spare some talent for the rest of us please -LiTeN gUtTeN fRa StRaNgEr tHiNgS -isak rly ties his pants w a shoelace...... -isak noticing even for the first time bc of his laugh.. whew.... also. i love this intro SOOO much bc its so non-monumental? theres no dramatic music or whatever but its not subtle.... like you know right away o shit love interest!! hello sir!! bc isak’s expression watching him :’) i could go on -isak is a bad liar HOWEVER this only applies to stupid nontrivial things e.g. the black sweatshirt. but when you look at him lying about like, his sexuality, he hides that shit well -”c00l” isak. i hate u so much -honestly all u have to do is look at even for .2 seconds and u can tell this boy has had a crush for a solid month bc he just looks awestruck (HOWEVER henrik’s acting is *chef’s kiss* bc its subtle enough to go undetected b4 you actually know eVEN SAW HIM ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL) -even isak and emma all sitting on the bench together is funny enough on its on but then a song called threeway comes on and like. julie sdshjsfdjfkjskd ep2 -there’s something so endearing about even’s handwriting idek what -i LOVE even’s video w mikael it reveals so much about him to us- how weird (ok we saw how weird he was w the paper towel thing but) and dorky he is? and his love of film! his view on love stories and how he sees the world :( but it also shows a lot abt isak because he saw even making stupid jokes about vladimir putin and was like yeah we about to fall in LOVE love -isak not using headphones to watch even’s video or r+j?? bde or general incompetence what’s the verdict guys -the isak watching r+j scene hits so hard like yall ever think about isak lying in bed at 3am staring at the ceiling probably thinking about how he’s never gonna get a beautiful world-shattering romance like that like ..... also him changing positions skam get out of my life go away ur too realistic -not to make this even more self-projection-y but isak simultaneously being the least emotionally vulnerable person ever but crying during r+j > -i made a post abt this already but even’s INTENSE staring vs isak’s “i have never looked anyone in the eye in my life” gets me it says so much about their characters -even said i see your bde move (asking me to buy you beer) and i raise u with my own (inviting you to my house after faking not having my id) -”if you listen to music” even is such a dick fsdjhsdff -when the message comes on...... i rlly do owe julie my life huh -”have you heard about my rapping?” “I have actually” have we talked about this enough????? 1. isak finally feels comfortable enough w even to flirt and his first move is to RAP for him jesus christ. keep in mind this is the same man who pulled that smooth af ibuprofen line w emma like...... 2. even has heard about isak’s rapping. either this means im-not-on-social-media even went out of his way to go thru homeboy’s instagram OR isak’s rapping is actually talked about. i- -the group chat messages. cant believe i forgot about the 2016 clown epidemic

ep3  -mahdi is a good friend and i love him. thank u -even wearing isak’s cap until he chucks it at him sjksfjsdjsd -how much yall wanna bet isak’s been listening to illmatic on repeat since last friday thinking abt even (even tho meeting sonja shattered his heart a lil) [also kinda an aside but i think a lot about how isak n even bonded over rap and how some homophobic lyrics in 90s etc rap might have impacted them? or how that little detail ties into julie’s story? e.g. halftime by nas, which is on illmatic] -whats worse. even staring into isaks soul wearing a size xs see-through white t shirt or isak staring at even for five (5) seconds before chugging his beer and immediately making out w emma. OR even crashing that party before it can start “i think you guys are bonding too much” cheesy ass shjhfsdhskdf -yall act like evak didnt invent hands. did even shaking isak’s shoulder telling him his apartment is nice mean nothing to u -im convinced robyn wrote call your girlfriend for this scene specifically bc how could anything fit so perfectly by coincidence -is anything better than egging isak on- even bech naesheim (2016) -idk if yall have read the scripts but i love the sock thing so much bc its soo true to how isak thinks and it makes everything so much more interesting and !!!

ep4  -i will never get over even sending isak bad seinfeld memes -even smacking open isak’s locker. first of all whew second of all u think as soon as he got into the stairwell he lowkey cried bc ow -parallel of isak saying “it’s 2016, why are you religious?” to sana vs. emma’s “it’s 2016, get out of the closet” to isak anyone :( -”takk sanasol!!!!” thank u isak for my life -I wanted to be with you aloneeeee -even’s face when he sees the pool like we get it youre a director -how many times do i need to say even is such a dick sjkfsd “does it look like i care about my hair?” “usually but not right now” like this would only work on isak i love soulmates!! -even just.. fully choking isak out ssdhgfd got em -when the first notes of im kissing you start ooh boy -even going in for the kill kiss and isak going from huh to oooo shit and pushing his lips out at the last minute. phenomenal 

ep5 -ngl as soon as im not in love comes on my heart goes uwu bc like!!!! that song the meaNING.... them......... i jus love this scene sm like theyre in their own little bubble and they both feel so comfortable and at peace :((  -even leaving isak comics about an inside joke of theirs like yall mind if i scream -isak feeling left out from the conversation and his friends whew i felt that... and having them talk about how gross it is to makeout with a girl w facial hair?? blease :( -taking stock of isak’s nicknames: issy k, isabell, izzy, baby jesus, -im not even gonna bother trying to articulate thoughts on Pause bc it’s a literal masterpiece. thank u tarjei henrik and julie for inventing television with this one  -MAGNUS SDFKJSDFJKDSHK "oooh my name is Jonas and I love idealism and reading klassekampen and I don’t like plastic and I skate on a skateboard made of sustainable wood and wear old clothes because new clothes are bad for the environment and I only drink recycled water” screAMMM -what i said abt pause also applies to pride ugh its such a powerful scene and!! the beginning of kicks to isaks stomach. honestly what i fucking love about this episode is how it goes from hell yea best day w even ever to crying in the street within one week (s3 had the best balance of angst and payoff thanks) -even’s Soft Party Flannel... forever tainted by this scene rip -not knowing why even kissed sonja keeps me up at night -speaking of. how used and stupid isak must’ve felt when he saw even completely unbothered, hooking up w his ex at this party?? whew :( -bros is one of my all time favourite clips solely bc of the music?? lift me up gives me chills and when hold my liquor starts i LOSE it -ep5 and 6 remind me of that quote “to see what your characters are really made of you have to break them” because julie rlly goes all in and god it hurts so good

ep6 -never have i ever seen insomnia portrayed as accurately as tarjei did here and i remember when i first watched the cantina scene i was like. winded bc its SO true to sleep deprivation whew -i really like that isak wasnt together with even when he reached out for help and came out to jonas. bc it was him, on his own, being strong enough to talk to his friends and then eventually he was confident and secure enough in himself to be in a good place when even started reaching back out!! -i have no idea what its like to come out to someone, to be afraid of your friends rejecting you, everything isak went through. but tarjei’s acting of when, like, you have something you KNOW you have to tell someone, and youve put yourself in the position where youre going to have to tell them, but youre terrified and eventually just force yourself SAY the words??  -and isak’s smile when he realizes jonas is gonna be his bro no matter what :’)))

ep7 -weirdly one of my favourite isak looks (black t-shirt grey snapback c-c-c-combo) -”what’s your name again?” have i mentioned i love sana and isak bc i love sana and isak -jonas truly is the best friend oh man. perceptive, thoughtful, loving, laidback, a friggen BRO. tbh i was wary of him in s1 and thought he didn’t treat eva well (tho I recognized he loved her a lot, he was just bad at being a boyfriend) but jonas in s3?? just goes to show how powerful your perspective of someone can change viewing them in a different role!! because while jonas was a crappy bf, he literally is SUCH an incredible friend and his actions and words and just! him! in s3 completely redeemed any illwill I had towards him :’) -maybe im a little gay (up there with other s3 comedy classics such as “thats a boys name”) -mahdi season WHEN ugh a legend -’when someone asks isak if hes going to a family party’ literally what other reason for living do i have if not to read the boy squad text convos -isaks locker finally opening and his smile at evens drawing whewwwwwww!! also even rlly is that guy who wont text you back but will leave hand written love letters in ur locker -also. another stellar look from valtersen -slutt a meld meg is a whole masterpiece like what other piece of media has the RANGE -eskild: play hard to get. jonas: no smiley!!! isak: nah fam im good B)

ep8 -this episode is BEAUTIFUL bc you feel practically euphoric?? like hell yeah theyre finally together!! isak is out and accepted and even is done with sonja! but theres also this unsettling undercurrent of worry bc you know deep down something isnt right? why is sonja calling isak? why is even acting kinda strange? whats going on? yknow?? -literally never going to get over 5 fine frokner :~) even is such a goddamn nerd and he’s the man of isak’s dreams can u believe!!  -sana’s little speech is SO important in so many ways ooo i love her so much -also have we discussed eskild making evak do a photoshoot for him. highkey those are my favourite pictures of ALL time u can tell even was like hm strange but im down while isak was more omg guys stop🙄 omg haha eskild i cant believe youre making me cuddle with even for a photo🙄 i cant believe ur making me snuggle this dude for a pic!!!! definitely would not have done this otherwise!!! -magnus only realizing it’s THAT even after seeing how isak looks at him. whew -isak is so brave i rlly love that kid! his text to his mamma <3 -no r*make will EVER nail text conversations like mari/julie did w evak’s this week thanks for coming to my ted talk. i'd quote the best ones but it would literally double the length of this post (ok ill cave. “hahaha shut up❤️” GETS me) -you dont know whats in store but you know what youre here for. hallo -isak running around oslo with even’s clothes looking for him :( his heart is so big he cares about even so so much -when Part II (on the run) comes on in the credits its like a kick in the teeth honestly

ep9 -ive already screamed enough about cherry wine but god it fucks me up -cannot put into words how much I love eskild and how good of a person he is, he just has so much love in his heart  -”wait they have waffles here? see ya” -this convo is why i love skam so much!!!! magnus giving insight and good thoughtful advice to isak was such a brilliant move by julie (also truLy heartwarming) bc like. magnus is a flawed layered character! he’s dumb and ignorant and not very careful with his words BUT hes also such a sweet guy. i genuinely dont think he would hurt a fly and him talking about vilde (in ep10) is ;-; bc he really likes her and respects her and wants to be a gentleman! hes so loving and just. yeah. also i wonder if isak and magnus (and vilde) ever talked about having mentally ill parents and lent on each other for support bc like....<3 [sidenote- this is why i HATE b***** like they absolutely massacred magnus’s character and magnus did not deserve that!] -det er bare slutt........ very cool of tarjei to invent acting here. also the character development makes me WEEP like at first isak lied and told his pappa it was over bc its easier to brush stuff off and say you were joking than be vulnerable especially about 1. having a boyfriend and 2. saying youve already broken up?? but then isak was like hey im done with lying about who i am bc i want my life to be REAL and he told his dad the truth even if it was hard and even if he was trying rlly hard not to cry  -isak reaching out to even<3 standing up for even<3 -o helga natt. another scene i genuinely cannot comment on bc u cant really put into any written language how magical and breathtaking and heartbreaking and powerful and brilliant this scene is. so. -jk. obvs i cant say anything intelligent enough to give this scene justice but probably the most stunning piece of television i have ever had the privilege of watching. even’s text breaks my heart every gd time (esp since we never really see this side of him before finding out he’s bipolar? his guilt, insecurity, feeling like a burden, being scared of losing everyone in his life because he thinks he’ll hurt them). the music is SO beautiful i cry real tears as soon as the strings start. also the brilliance of JUST o helga natt playing and no dialogue except for isaks one line? isak’s realization when he sees the cross. him RUNNING across oslo to go to even. the FLASHBACKS all going backwards in chronological order until them smoking on the bench. isak looking at the bench and not seeing even and u can feel his heart breaking and urs breaks too! but then he remembers the bathroom and he turns and theres even and whewwww. du er ikke alene<3

ep10 -minutt for minutt is THE most healing clip im telling u. and like.. seeing even depressed really is hard and as someone who was very very depressed for 4-ish yrs of their life it rlly hits me? like when youre in an especially bad funk and you cant get out of bed and youre just numb and exhausted and feel so shitty and u want to be alone but you really dont???? could go on but literally i owe henrik holm my life for his portrayal of even  -not to be a soft bitch on main but when isak tucks the blanket over even and it keeps getting pulled off his back so isak just. covers that spot with himself? -i do love that call between sonja and isak bc once again! a flawed (realistic) human being -and isak thinking its his fault even is depressed? it means a lot that sonja told him its no ones fault, even is just bipolar. and i wonder if isak felt that way about his mamma as well, guilty for her being ill, and if what sonja said made him feel better about that situation too :( -lowkey random but when isak is rambling really fast and he goes “maybe we’ll get bombed tomorrow and talking about all this is a waste of time” it continually punches me in the throat bc that is /exactly/ how i ramble and think like tarjei........ pls -like eskild said. there really is so much love in isak’s little grumpy teenage body<3 -isak no longer just passively accepting life as its given to him, now he fights for him and even!!!!!  -isak is such a forgiving person and seeing him able to just accept things and move on? incredible -i remember when i first watched ep1 i was like oooo even and isak are gonna be kosegruppa partners and thats when theyll first get together, cooking food or smth!! but lmfao after episode 3? kosegruppa whomst???? also hilarious vilde thought isak of all people would willingly sign up for kosegruppa just to go to revue parties -even and linn friendship!!!! -cannot articulate how mf heartwarming it is to see even smiling and being more himself after being depressed (also thank u julie for having ups and downs coming out of his depression- its so true to life having one day when youre feeling awesome and then the next you feel awful again for no reason and its SO frustrating) -I had to stop watching passe pa meg cause it made me toooooo crazy! it would just be like: “I like seeing you laugh” and I was like: *SCREAMS* -im the fucking master of lying 😤 -literally don’t know why isak and even ragging on kosegruppa is so funny but “did you think I joined to have fun” gets me every time -I SAW YOU THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL -also even literally radiating love @ isak watching get snarky w vilde on the phone bc it reminded him of the first time he saw him! even rly is that boyfriend who thinks isak being pissy is the Best Thing he has Ever seen -halla boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiz -literally the glo up of isak telling his friends the order in which he’d bang them -No filter! wow I love symbolism -so nice to see the girls together for a lil bit :) -the boys hyping up mags while also telling him to be respectful awwwwww -take desperate to a whole new level- Confucius  -who’s going to show isak how to properly hold a beer can -literally evak banter gets me thru the day. thank u tarjei and henrik for having phenomenal chemistry + improvisation skills + making isak and even the dumbest nerdiest boys i have ever seen -biology partner. and friend. ;-; -even literally is the biggest stoner blease -isak’s talk with eva is just sooooo<3 and not to be emo on main but every single word of the last few sentences he says hit me so gd hard because i feel the exact same way in my BONES -livet er nå 💛

final thoughts :( <3 -this season is so special. it feels like one really long oscar-worthy movie or smth?? i cant even exblain, its just magical. ALSO very dear to my heart. -julie really said you guys have seen isak sad and alone and repressed for the past two seasons so heres him falling in love with the best person in the world and coming to terms with who he is and being brave and opening up and finally being happy and living a real life -this season definitely feels different from s1/2/4 to me editing or production or music smth wise? as in, its got a lot fewer aesthetic shots and the cinematography seems a bit different if that makes any sense???? I also think this is the season most focused just on the main (i.e. not many- if any? sideplots going on) -literally will never get over the thought, love, and detail put into this season. when i say there is literally nothing i would change about it, i mean it and coming from my nitpicky ass??? means a lot lmfao. the acting, directing, music choices, symbolism...... sublime -s3′s cold rainy autumn aesthetic makes me ACHE for fall and also nostalgic for a highschool experience I never had lmao?? also. all the nighttime clips >>> -don’t know what else to say except thank u skam for my life

#take a shot every time i say whew #fully put more effort and time into this than most of my uni projects xx #its super rambly but thats bc its mostly just my direct stream of thought #also super long! and probably still missing things i wanted to say #AND like 3 weeks late fshfjjkdjkfsd #skam #clownfest 2019 #blabbey

[mingyaus]

most h8td

pairing lucas x reader

summary Sincerity. Honesty. When is it too much? You contemplate whether you’ve crossed a line with your soft mans bf lucass. 

genre fluff and only real angst if u think abt it too much

word count 1.2k

“Wait why do you always talk so trash about him?”

“Him? Your boyfriend? Wait, I mean your ex-boyfriend? I told you it would never last.”

“Shut up. At least I was the one who stopped it.” Jihyo rolls her eyes and glares at you for bringing up the topic of her latest failed relationship. “But back to what I was saying! Your boyfriend. I don’t even know if I should call him your boyfriend though with all the bad things you say about him. Do you like him at all?”

“Lucas?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Who else are you dating? I swear to God, you don’t deserve this boy. If you knew all the hard work he puts into everything he does for you. You know that surprise party for your birthday? Yeah, he called me up multiple times trying to get all the details right. Once he did it during his like dumb two minute lunch break, like what type of boss gives a 2 minute lunch break? But he puts so much effort into your relationship and you just talk trash about him all the time!” She’s rambling, talking fast. It’s like she’s using your relationship to cope with the loss of hers. But you don’t blame her for being concerned. You really do trash talk Lucas at any opportunity you get, though she doesn’t know how you’re like when it’s just you and Lucas (which actually ends up with you two trash talking her ex or trash talking your exes).

“He talks bad about me too!” You try to think of a time, but huff. “Wait, nevermind. He’s too sweet.”

“Yeah, see. Treat him better before he leaves you.”

And that warning Jihyo gave stayed in your head for like two weeks when you finally decided to do something about the guilt that was building up in your stomach. That guilt ended up manifesting itself into cramps during the first day of your period. This day also happened to be one of the few days both you and Lucas were able to pull time out of your busy schedules to hang out together. Though your aching stomach and his deadline induced headache forced you two to stay cooped up in Mark’s (who last minute had to fly out to Vancouver for something he didn’t have enough time to explain to you, but he did have enough time to give you his keys and ask you to house/catsit) apartment.

“I’m sorry we have to stay here. Your place is nicer.”

“I know, it’s really nice.” He’s not being modest, but he deserves to brag because with all his hard work and networking skills he was able to be the first among your friends to get his own place. No roommates, no loans. He smiles taking a seat on the loveseat facing the coffee table with Mark’s 15-inch laptop serving as a TV screen. “At least, he stayed logged into his Netflix account for us.”

“I don’t think that was for us, but I don’t mind messing with Mark’s queue for our entertainment purposes.” You plop down sitting close to Lucas as he leans forward to create a guest account.

“I’m not that mean. That’s why I’m making this separate account.” He grins back at you as he searches for something to watch. You don’t argue like you usually would. It’s that guilt kicking in. And that guilt stops you from making a comment when Lucas finally chooses something, leans back, and starts grabbing your thigh in that freaky strangely non-sexual way he does with everyone.

The next time you say something aside from “Bathroom break!” is when your one of your legs has fallen asleep, and it’s all tangled up around his body because you two get so wrapped up when cuddling. On the tip of your tongue is “Get up, loser, I need to stretch my legs.” But you’re not going to say that because the guilt Jihyo planted in you, so instead you make up this other dumb excuse.

“Hey, can you just stand up, and can I just hug you?” You ask in the nicest tone you can conjure up right now. He shuffles trying to look into your face, and now some part of his body is rubbing against your dead leg and just making everything worse than it should be.

“Uh, but we’re laying down so comfortably.”

“But you’re just so tall and nice to hug.”

“Yeah, but I feel so comfortable with you like this.” Somehow, he gets his long arms around your torso and squeezes you tight.

“But I need a hug.”

“I’m hugging you right now.”

“It’s not the same.” You pout, and simultaneously try to shake your leg, but you can’t. “Please, just stand up.”

You two go back and forth whining at each other like this for a few more minutes until something that Jihyo would probably scold you for slips out of your mouth.

“You should just stand up and hug me because that’s what good boyfriends do.” You curse. You’ve broken this unsaid promise you made to yourself to be nice to Lucas for at least one night. He’s still looking at you and can clearly see your true frustrated expression.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He looks concerned, those sweet puppy eyes looking into yours.

“I—no.” You sigh, looking down avoiding his prodding gaze.

“What’s wrong?” And you explain to him the whole conversation about how verbally abusive you can be, and how the guilt has been affecting you, and how you’re starting to think you don’t deserve Lucas. He’s laughing a little by the time you're done explaining everything. “I’m not that good of a boyfriend.”

“Eh, I mean you are. You write me daily notes and when you can’t give me them physically you hoard them until you can fill an envelope to the max with them and mail them to me. Like who does that? Like who wants to pay for stamps?”

“Okayyy. I guess I am a good boyfriend.” You finally have the courage to look at him again and see his face smiling and bright as ever, obviously still overjoyed about the praise.

“Don’t let that get to your head.” You snap, but kiss him on the cheek showing the praise still stands.

“Okay, see.” He raises his eyebrows at you and pulls away so you can see. “You know your limits. You aren’t abusive, you’re just honest. I know you love me.”

You smile, and spend like a few minutes kissing him before feeling some tingling in your leg reminding you it’s asleep. “Wait, okay, I actually need to get up. My leg fell asleep, though I would still appreciate that hug.”

He shakes his head.

“But, Lucas! You’re supposed to be a good boyfriend.” You whine.

“I am, you just told me. Don’t tell me you were lying!” Lucas is mocking shock.

“You’re great, but I love your hugs.” He pulls you into a sitting hug, and you pull away, though no one can escape his long arms. “Your standing hugs.”

He pouts, looking at you sadly. Then he lets out a yawn, his breath hitting your face. As you’re cringing he gets up and you hear the bathroom door close. You get up, upset that he would get up without giving you that hug you’re now craving for real.

“Lucas! What the heck?”

“I guess I’m just a bad boyfriend.” You can hear the smirk in his mouth from his muffled voice behind the bathroom door.

author’s note yeah, it’s kinda named after that jay park song, but i’ve never read its lyrics so idk if it has anything to do w it *shrug* :)

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[ladyoftheshrimp]

okay first, your header is cute. second, percy and phina holding an important meeting after office hours & everyone is thinking that they’re dedicating precious hours to safeguard their small magical community. but the truth is, it’s just percy venting to phina abt his crush on one wildly adorable magizoologist & phina just listens, pours two glasses of wine & comes up with suggestions on how to woo newt.

The threat levels had dropped considerably since Grindelwald had been deported. However nobody dared question the dedication and commitment the President her right hand man, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement exhibited. Like clockwork each Friday afternoon half an hour before the weekend commenced for most Percival could be seen traipsing through the halls of MACUSA on his way to the President’s office. He’d have a bulging thick file on one arm, eyebrows low in a frown that had everyone skittering out of his way. The meeting never lasted half an hour. Gossip had it that on some nights they’d leave on exhausted, unsteady feet late into the night as they shushed each other with frowns so they wouldn’t disturb the peace.

What nobody knew was that once the door shut behind Percival he’d let out a dramatic sigh. A bottle of wine would slip from the file on his arm while Seraphina pulled open a drawer where she’d stashed snacks. Technically they conducted a review of the week but not like most would expect.

“I thought I was going to die on Tuesday.” Percival whined. “He spent 5 whole minutes bent over Fontaine’s desk helping her go over a report. You know Fontaine’s desk away from mine.”

Seraphina eyed her friend with some amusement. Rather that say anything she picked up a pastry and took a very unladylike bite out of it. Percival took that as encouragement to continue.

“If I thought that was bad enough I almost had a heart attack when he straightened up, turned and smiled at me. I swear if I didn’t know better I’d say he had the audacity to wink!”

“Maybe you should just ask him out?” Seraphina dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “This has been going on for how many weeks now? You need to do something about your infatuation.”

“It’s not an infatuation woman!” Percival grumbled as he sat in his chair and picked up a cheese twist. He eyed it with suspicion before biting into it. “It’s not an infatuation. It’s a manly appreciation with an endearing hint of shyness.” Crumbs sprayed everywhere as he spoke with his mouth full. Seraphina raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Talk me through the week then. I have a feeling even Monday had something mention worthy.”

“Of course it did!” Percival shot back as he leaned forward in his chair, food all but forgotten between his fingers as he began to recount the week, arms going wide with gestures.

It had started off on Monday with Newt drinking hot chocolate. For some reason Queenie had given him a mug with cream on top and naturally Newt looked utterly adorable with a cream moustache and a little dot of it on the tip of his nose to boot. Percival may have wanted to either lick it off or swipe a thumb over his lips to gather up the cream and let Newt suck from him.

“So why didn’t you?” Seraphina asked.

“Because that is crass, absolutely not subtle in any way and far too forward!”

“Ah. I see. And how is subtle working out for you?” her question earned her a scoff.

“I let him get away with a truly sloppy report. I think he might get the hint soon.” Percival sounded so sure and Seraphina couldn’t help but laugh. She let Percival continue, admiring the fact he times exactly how long Newt spent bent over which desk, how pert his ass looked and how his hair fell so endearingly in his face whenever he looked up at Percival. Which was really rather often. It was a wonder that Percival managed to get any work done at all while the other man was around.

Wednesday sounded really rather uneventful with Newt “only” trying to teach the erumpent mating dance in a training session. It almost made sense that he’d paired everyone up to practice seducing their partner but Seraphina questioned why Queenie had to be part of the training when that meant Newt had to partner up with Percival rather than make his rounds helping the trainees.

“What if you had given him an erumpent?” She finally asked.

“And where would I get one from? Aside from it being highly illegal.” Percival retorted with a sniff and took another swig from his glass. Without a word Seraphina filled it up again. It looked like it was going to be another late night of drunkenly shushing each other on the way out again.

“Fine, not an erumpent. But I’m fairly certain we have some eggs in stasis down in the evidence locker that you could court him with.”

“I’m going to pretend you did not just suggest I raid the evidence locker in order to impress and woo someone. I’m the Director of Magical Security! I cannot be seen breaking the law!”

“I could always make it an order for you.” Seraphina suggested boldly. “You can’t not obey your President.”

“Let me tell you about today before you make such a wild suggestion again.”

It was a day from hell for Percival. Everything had gone great. Reports turned in on time, or even early, they were precise,concise and exactly how Percival liked them. His meetings had been brief, no dawdling or needless squabbling. Even the criminals had been fairly quiet which made a nice change. Which didn’t explain why Newt was charging around the department in a tizzy, searching for his wretched niffler. Even for confusing was the fact that the niffler seemed to be perched on Fontaine’s desk, happily playing away with the golden buttons. Either Newt was testing a new niffler catching technique or he was out of his mind because when he spotted the creature he started unbuttoning his shirt (in full view of Percival’s office) and getting everyone to crouch down so as not to disturb the beast. Percival himself was pretty disturbed by what he saw but obviously Newt was more concerned about a different kind of beast. Shirt off Newt crept towards the desk and in an explosive leap he used his shirt like a net to capture the unresistant niffler. Creature firmly wrapped in shirt, Newt turned to the aurors with a grin, gave the beast in his arms a scritch and another shiny thing and announced that’s how nifflers ought to be caught from now on.

“And the worst of it?” Percival’s tirade came to a climax. “If that’s how he catches nifflers from now, I want to be a damn niffler.”

Seraphina couldn’t hold it together anymore. She collapsed onto her desk in a fit of snorting giggles. The wine bottle had run empty a long while back. The pastries and food was mostly untouched but another bottle had been emptied during their meeting and a third one was half way there too.

“I can’t believe we take the last half an hour of the week off to get drunk and try to figure out ways to woo Newt who seems to be wooing you.” she snickered.

“I’m the one wooing him thank you very much.” Percival glowered at her and sloshed some more wine into his glass.

“Then lets look in the evidence locker to see what you can steal his heart with.”

It seemed like a great idea by then. The President and her right hand man stumbled down the stairs with terribly serious faces fulled into stern glares as the tried to tell the other to keep it down. It was late, there weren’t many people around and they in no way were drunkenly heading down to steal anything for Newt.

The evidence locker was more of a giant room with a filing system that few people actually understood. They meandered through the maze of shelves until they arrived at the stasis shelf. There were eggs, shrunken creatures in cages and many other things that probably would have horrified Newt. Seraphina looked at Percival.

“You really want to woo him?”

“Yes! Have I not made that glaringly obvious?”

“Then take them all. Clear the shelf. Here. I’ve got the clearance for this. I’ve got the clearance for everything.” Seraphina giggled as she conjured up a basket and began to put everything in it.

“And what have we here?” a voice from behind them asked, worry mixed with amusement. Percival and Seraphina shushed them at the same time.

“We’re wooing Newt.” They laughed a little as they continued to empty the shelves.

“By robbing the evidence locker?” Another voice asked.

“That sounded like Newt.” Percival whispered loudly to Seraphina who turned.

“It looks like Newt too.” She muttered back.

“And it is Newt.” Newt finished for them. “Percival, you told me I could come down here with my case and free these creatures.”

“Did you?” Seraphina swayed as she looked at her friend. Percival frowned and scratched the back of his head.

“Oh yeah.” Everyone stared at him as he smiled sheepishly. “I can fix this.” He announced cheerfully and grabbed the nearest egg. Newt winced at the handling of it but didn’t say anything as Percival walked up to him.

“Newt,” Percival asked and held out the egg, “will you marry me?” He turned to look at Seraphina. “I think I got it right. I’ve got it in the bag!”

The surprised “whoa” from Newt as he lunged to catch the egg Percival had forgotten he was holding drew Percival’s attention back. Newt cradled the egg close to his chest and looked exasperatedly fond.

“Take me out for a drink first. Then we’ll talk about marriage. 4pm sharp tomorrow afternoon. I might even consider letting you take me to dinner after that drink.” Newt’s smile softened. “But perhaps you ought to get home and sleep a bit before you think about why you and the President wanted to rob the evidence locker.”

“Tomorrow. 4pm.” Percival looked giddy and Seraphina was relieved. She refrained from doing a fist pump but only because the basket was heavy on her arm. As she waltzed past Newt she passed him the basket.

“About bleeding time Scamander.”

#gramander #percival graves #newt scamander #seraphina picquery #drunken shenanigans #newt isn't quite so innocent #humour #my header took a whole 15 minutes to make #it is the height of my artistic abilities

[minky-beta]

Cheryl Blossom x Reader:  Whole New Side

Request: When requests open: Cheryl x reader: the reader is a huge power rangers Nerd and is an expert martial artist because of it. This information is unknown to Cheryl and the reader's friends the core four and Kevin. Secretly the reader has been sneaking off to compete in martial arts competitions. One day her friends and girlfriend get suspicious and follow her only to witness her win first place and win a massive trophy. End with Cheryl calling the reader Daddy. Please and thank you.

A/N: I used to be really invested in my old dance studio, so I tried to kinda apply that, hope it worked. Also I know like -nothing- abt martial arts, so I was pretty vague, sorry if that bothers anyone

The reader is gender neutral.

I hope you all like it! And stay amazing! <3

You loved martial arts. It was your thing. Mad? You could do conditioning to grow stronger. Sad? Just fill your head with technique, not on what was hurting. Bored? Try to learn some new punch or kick or way to take someone down. Power Rangers was what made you first ask for lessons. Considering how got into martial arts, your parents thought that you would lose interest and quit after a month or two. Being good at martial arts didn't mean that you would get a neon suit and fight aliens and get superpowers, but you stuck to it. 

You loved it because it was fun, and you were good at it. As school got busier, you went down to only having classes on the weekend, though a lot of the time you had competitions. 

It was kind of like a separate world to be honest. Even though you loved it, it wasn't something that you talked about it at Riverdale High. You had a whole other different circle of friends, and you kind of felt like a different person around them. Don't get it wrong, you loved both of these worlds, they just never intercrossed. 

While your martial arts world was strong and exciting, your Riverdale world was comforting, it felt like home, even when drama was whirling around everywhere. One thing that reassured it as home was your girlfriend, Cheryl. 

You and her had been together for a while already. She was like a cat to you; she was strong and independent one second, then cuddling and kissing you with a cute smile the next. 

You usually were able to balance the amount you spent with your girlfriend and your friends with martial arts, but lately you had been cancelling in order to fit in more practice. The state martial arts competition was coming up, and it would determine whether or not you went to Nationals. 

The year before you had gotten close to Nationals, only to end up losing your last match, and losing the chance to get to Nationals that year. You were more nervous about this competiton than usual, so the extra practice helped you stay calm, even if it was just for a while. 

That didn't mean that your friends weren't suspicious. Your group had made a habit of meeting up at Pop's after school, and they all came up to you asking questions after you missed three days in a row, though you were too busy thinking about the competition to actually give them real answers. 

As the weeks went by, your friends only got more and more worried, but you only kept cancelling more and more often (which made them more worried, really bad cycle). 

After two weeks of acting like this, Cheryl was seriously concerned about you. She had been the calmest one about this at first, thinking that you just needed some alone time, but she noticed that even when you were hanging out with her or your friends, you weren't really there.

It was now the day before the competition, and you were shoving stuff from your locker into your backpack, trying to get to the dojo soon, when Cheryl grabbed your wrist to freeze you. You raised your eyebrows at her. "Is everything alright, Cher?" 

She scrunched up her eyebrows. "I was about to ask you that," 

"What are you talking about?" you asked, shutting your locker, "I mean, I'm a little stressed, but nothing that's a big deal," 

"Stressed? Why are you stressed? There aren't any exams coming up," 

You were about to answer when you saw the time. "Listen, I'm running late. But I promise that I'll talk to you later, okay?" you sighed, before leaning closer and giving her a chaste kiss, "Bye sweetie," 

Before Cheryl could try to stop you, you were out the school's doors. She huffed. She wasn't used to people just brushing her aside, especially not you. You were one of the most attentive people she knew, that was one of the reasons she liked you so much; it showed you cared. 

She clenched her jaw before she stalked out of the school, figuring out a plan as she head towards Pop's. Cheryl opened the door and all but ran over to the table where your friends were, usually you were with them, but she wasn't surprised when she saw you were missing. 

Veronica noticed her first and raised her eyebrows. "Cheryl, what are you doing here?" Although she had grown nicer with your friends, her and the group themselves weren't exactly friends. 

Cheryl slid into the booth; Archie and Jughead sliding to accommodate. "Is Y/N not interested in me anymore?" 

The table looked surprised, and Betty shook her head with wide eyes. "No, Y/N is still very into you. Why?" 

Cheryl pressed her lips together. "Then what's going on with them/her/him?" 

"We thought you knew," Jughead said. 

"Nope," Cheryl admitted, "Y/N's barely talked to me these past few weeks to be honest," 

"The same thing's been happening with us," Veronica said with a frown, "We thought that they/she/he were cancelling to hang out with you," 

Archie leaned on the table. "What do you think is going on then?" 

"I don't know," Betty sighed, "But I'm really worried about them/her/him," 

Cheryl nodded. "Y/N's been really distracted and stressed. I'm really worried too," 

"With Riverdale..." Veronica added with a frown, "You have no idea what could be going on," 

"Would Y/N really get involved with something bad, though?" Archie asked and Jughead nodded along. 

"Polly seemed fine," Betty said, "And it turned out that she was stuck in an asylum for being pregnant," 

Veronica nodded, before Cheryl spoke up. "I heard Y/N on the phone during lunch, apparently there's something really serious after school tomorrow," 

"We should follow them/her/him," Veronica suggested. 

"Isn't that crossing a line?" Jughead raised his eyebrows.  

"What if Y/N really is in trouble?" Betty asked, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Y/N got hurt because we weren't there," 

"Either way, we can at least see what's stressing Y/N out," Veronica said, "Whether or not we should be worried," 

"I'm doing it," Cheryl said, shooting a look at Archie and Jughead, "Who's with me?" 

"I am," Betty and Veronica followed. 

"Count me in," Archie mumbled. 

Jughead clenched his jaw before he nodded. "Okay, I'm in too," 

You were a bundle of nerves the entire day. Your leg would bounce up and down during classes. You would keep zoning out of conversations and class. Although you felt sick, you forced yourself to eat more than usual at lunch, the last thing you wanted was to feel dizzy at competition. 

Because of this, you didn't notice the concerned glances your friends kept sending each other. But you always drifted the conversation to something trivial (talking about the competition just made you feel worse). 

You rushed out of school as soon as the bell rang, meeting up with one of your friends who was also competing. "You ready?" they asked. 

"Nope," you laughed, "Pretty terrified," 

"Same here," they smirked before the car started, and the both of you were on your way to the competition. 

Your friends and Cheryl were only one car behind you, making sure that they could see you. Archie was driving with Cheryl in the passenger seat, while the rest were in the backseat. Although Betty and Veronica tried to keep a conversation going, the entire ride was tense and mostly silent. 

Cheryl had lost track of time when you all pulled up to a different high school. Despite it being past the last period, the parking lot was full, and they struggled to find a parking spot. 

The group looked at each other with raised eyebrows as they got out of the car; they had lost you once you pulled in. "What would Y/N be doing here?" Veronica asked as they slowly made their was to the doors. 

"I don't know," Betty said, "Why are there so many people here? It doesn't make sense," 

"But that probably means that Y/N isn't doing anything dangerous," Jughead commented, "What criminal ring would do business here?" 

"I'm still a little worried," Archie admitted as the group stopped in front of the doors. They glanced at each other before staring at the doors, waiting for someone to take the first step. 

"We could still turn back," Jughead whispered, "Y/N would never know that we did this," 

"No." Cheryl clenched her jaw and pressed her lips together. "I want to know what's been making Y/N so stressed these past few weeks, whether it's dangerous or not, I want to be there for them," 

Before anyone could comment, Cheryl turned on her heel and strutted past the doors, oozing an aura of confidence that at the moment, she didn't possess. 

How the group found seats in the crowded gym, none of them knew. The sounds of the crowd was deafening, and Veronica could already feel a headache coming on. They couldn't find any clues as to what was going on, only a few mats on the gym floor. Cheryl's eyes ran over the crowd, looking for you, and she got worried when she didn't see you. She had never met the person that you got into the car with, and she wanted to believe that you were alright. 

Before she could voice any of these concerns, a man stepped into the center of the gym with a microphone. He gave a short speech that she didn't pay attention to, before yelling out some names. Cheryl furrowed her eyebrows when he yelled out "L/N!". 

"Was that Y/N's name?" Archie asked. 

"I think so," Cheryl muttered, and they both looked at each other confused. Betty gasped and nudged Cheryl's arm as she pointed to the floor. "I think that's Y/N!"

When Cheryl squinted, she could make out your features. You were in a martial arts uniform, with another person in a uniform standing across from you. The ref repeated the rules to the both of you, and you two nodded at him. 

He nodded at you, satisfied, before he blew his whistle. Faster than Cheryl could think, you and the person had begun fighting. You both threw punches and kicks, all looking random to Cheryl, but she knew from your tense form that there had to be some sense to it that she didn't know. 

Cheryl winced when your legs were thrown out underneath you, making you land on your back. You grunted as you swung your leg towards the lower part of your opponent's legs, making them fall as well. You jumped up, grabbing their arm and pulling it behind them. They struggled, before the ref blew his whistle again, and the both of you relaxed. 

You smiled and held a hand out to your opponent. Cheryl could make out you saying "Good fight up there" as the two of you shook hands, before another pair was brought up to the mat. 

Countless pairs went up against each other, and she tensed up whenever you came up. She would calm down whenever you bought yourself another win, only to get worried again by the next round. 

"Y/N's killing it," Jughead said with a wide smile and raised eyebrows. Veronica nodded. "How did none of us know this?" 

"I don't know," Cheryl said with a smile as you brought down, yet again, another opponent. She couldn't comprehend how she knew so much about you, yet so little at the same time. She could recite your favorite books, your favorite lines from movies, and your favorite songs. She knew what your dream house was, so much so that yours and hers had melded into a middle ground. And this had never came up. 

She could tell by your focused eyes, yet complete ease at the end of the fight, that you had done this for a long time and obviously cared. Her eyes glazed over as you sent them a huge smile, complimenting them before going back over to your coach and friends. 

Archie nudged her with concern evident in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's just... Here I was thinking that I finally understood Y/N, and then I find out that there's this whole new side that..." Cheryl trailed off with a small smile as she watched you. "I've never touched or thought about. A side I didn't even know existed,"  

Archie nodded with a smile before another pair came up to the mat; the group immediately taking sides and bets on who would win just based off of how they stood.

“Redhead’s definitely taking this one,” Veronica shrugged, “Look at those shoulders; they could bulldoze someone,” 

Jughead shook his head. “They were clumsy just on their way to the mat, no way they’re gonna last long,” 

Your hands were shaking as you stared at the last fight. You would fight the winner of this fight, and that would determined your placement in this competition. By now, you were guaranteed to move onto Nationals, but there was a difference between moving on as 1st or 2nd. 

Your coach put their hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. "You'll do fine kid," You sent them a nervous smile, before the ref blew his whistle. You gulped as the winner stood up with a smile. They shook hands, and the next thing you knew, you were standing up, on your way to the center. "I can do this," you whispered to yourself before you stepped onto the mat. 

They smiled at you and moved their blonde hair out of the way. "Good luck," "You too," you smiled, feeling yourself relax just a tiny bit. 

The ref repeated the same rules to the both of you before blowing the whistle. You dodged their kick, pushing back on their leg to make them lose their balance, throwing a punch before they could regain it. They moved out of the way, stumbling for a moment before standing straight. 

You huffed before taking a deep breath. You threw a punch, before aiming another kick at them. You moved closer to them as you threw punches, making it harder for them to dodge it. 

It was a flash of adrenaline as you aimed your hits and kicks, while trying to dodge the ones they threw at you. This fight was lasting longer than usual. Every time you thought that you finally had them, they would throw a punch that would take away your breath, or hit your legs and make you stumble. 

You swept your leg under theirs, feeling relieved when their eyes widened. You threw another hit and used your weight to get them more off balance. You both grunted as you hit the ground. By the time that you had collected your thoughts, working to make sure that they didn't get back up, the ref's whistled cut through your panting. 

You froze for a moment before you scrambled off of them, helping them up. The ref grabbed your wrist, pulling it up as he said your placement. 

Your opponent clapped with a sad smile. "Congrats," 

"Thanks," you said, "You did great ya know," 

"Thanks," they said, before you turned to your coach, giving them a tight hug. As you hugged the rest of your friends, you felt exhausted, happy nonetheless, but exhausted. You shook your head as you got away from your friends, walking right outside for the fresh air. You shut your eyes as you leaned against the wall, realizing that your limbs were even heavier than you had anticipated. 

"Hey," you heard a soft voice that was familiar. 

You opened your eyes, breath hitching when you recognized Cheryl. "Hi sweetie," 

She smiled at you, stepping closer before she gave you a peck on the cheek. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" ‘

"I don't know," you shrugged, "It just never came up," 

Cheryl rolled her eyes with a smile. "All those late night talks, and you never thought to tell me that you were some karate badass?" 

You laughed, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently. "How did you even get here?" 

"Me and your friends were worried about you," she trailed off. 

"You guys didn't follow me, did you?" you said, before laughing when she said nothing. "You are all ridiculous, why do I hang out with you?" 

"Cuz you love me," Cheryl said, pressing her mouth against yours, relaxing against her and putting a hand behind her neck to try to pull her closer. She pulled away, leaning her forehead against yours. "You were really hot out there ya know," 

"Really?" you laughed, wiggling your eyebrows up and down. "It really was," she whispered, kissing you again before pulling away a lot sooner than you liked, "Daddy,"  

You let out a small laugh as you pulled her closer, kissing her again before biting her lower lip, smirking to yourself when she whined against you. 

You pulled away from her, about to speak, when the doors to the school opened, your friends stepping out. Betty and Veronica rushed to you to give you tight hugs. "You did so good out there!" Betty cooed next to your ear. 

You laughed and said thanks as the boys came up to you, giving their own congratulations. You text your friends that you had a ride home, while climbing into their car. 

"Ya know," Cheryl said with a smirk, "You could stay at my house tonight. I know your parents off on a business trip," 

You smiled. "Cher..." 

"Please," she said, pouting out her lower lip. 

"Okay," you said, giving her a chaste kiss.

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[ayyponine]

for english i had five diff classes and one of them only got one lesson. they clapped after? pure lil fucks bye see you again never tfw you get the hang of the special smartboard functions mmm look at me highlighting shit with the pen tool MMM also when afterwards you get yr feedback but instead of straight up telling you they go “how do you think it went?” and you nail what they were gonna say B) fininshing up JUSt as the bell rings MMM using cool videos fr yr class on body language B))) turns out kids still like mr Bean also with my vid from the shaun of the dead (when he’s on the phone and the body language doesnt match the verbal info)... it was titled “eloooo its me” in youtube and when i asked the kids like do yall remember whos calling him one of em just went ADELE. quality banter did i mention that day i low key roasted a kid. girl was giving me attitude and turning to the person behind her to talk and i confused her with a girl with the same hair and attitude from my other class so i called her the wrong name and when she was like ughh! i just said im teaching 8 classes yall... maybe if i’d seen your face a bit more i wouldve gotten it right can you tell that this happened during my second week aka the week i gave zero fucks. this was my last lesson with that class so i figured like girl...big deal if i get yr name wrong, you’ll never have to see me again after. deal with it the second week was a lot of fun in general i think bc being stern with the kids is a big hurdle and i was given the advice to work on that. so the second week i was just like aight. no doormat behaviour imma fckn go for this shit hard. and i did. and i was a boss ok theres smth extremely satisfying abt writing on the chalk board and getting chalk on yr hands? idek i got to write on a whiteboard as well  btw. thats right i wrote on all the boards. turns out my chalk writing is a bit loopy, while marker on whiteboard is big and pointier. the smart board was a bit of a mess bc the calibration was slightly off but the mentor insisted i use it so ah well tfw yr kids can spell utility room no problem (possibly bc you paid some special attention to that in class) but then write celler. ettic. menchon. going to work in a fancy dress shirt and black trousers but also.... converse sneakers and socks with lil hearts on em. im an adult tfw theyre working on a test and the classroom is dead silent. with you on a step in the front overlooking the scene. it’s a powerful feeling ngl just because it’s finally fucking quiet it’s kinda weird fuckin with their heads just a lil bc a volunteer reads out the correct answer in present simple  “you look like an angel” and instead of saying good, next please youre just like oh :>> why thank you pulling the exact same joke when you do that exercise in the next class because you’re a total dad and love the confusion and surprise on their lil faces and ofc this interaction i had with some of my sixteen yr olds (in dutch, soz) “mevrouw, weet ge wat hij zegt over u?” “oei, wil ik het wel weten.” “hij zegt met haar wil ik eens iets gaan eten” “ha, alee dan. het probleem is wel, ik ga alleen eten, op date met mensen wanneer ze 20, 22 jaar oud zijn.” “alee mevrouw! wilt gij op hem wachten” “awel, da’s goed. als ik tegen dan nog niet van ‘t straat ben weet je mij te vinden.” “......mevrouw woont gij op straat!?” fukn classic (btw disclaimer no i dont plan on ever having dinner with him. im certain by that time we’ll both have forgotten god bless) also i think i already mentioned the kid i took aside to talk with? i hope he’s okay man i got a soft spot for kids like that who are actually super smart and got a lot to contribute to class in their own way but then get in trouble with teachers bc of their behaviour and get sort of pigeonholed for it :// i low key want to shelter them frm all harm bc in my experience?? theyre good kids. maybe the best out of all of em. also my sixteen yr olds asked me if i was part taiwanese?? i always get super amused when people guess weird races fr my white ass ive heard stuff like bulgaria or pakistan but theyve never gone this far east so that was intriguing