#and since i tell her that i do NOT in fact rememeber she just tells me about my own childhood. things that she things are fun and quirky

[hebimoonlightwrites]

can I also get hc for Leona, Floyd and Vil when they find out that s/o is actually a woman? Like - Night raven college is only for boys so she's trying to act like one to avoid all awkward moments but it didn't work out XD Thanks!!

Writer's corner: Hey, anon! Of course! Here's what I've written for you! Please, let me know if there's something you want me to fix! I hope you'll like it! Enjoy, sweetheart!♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: sfw, love♥ (guys, I've tried my best not to offend anyone qwq My intentions are not to say that women are weaker than men, okee? So don't misunderstand me, please♥ love u)

⭐𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐥⭐ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

⭐When Leona discovered that s/o was actually a woman, he was very surprised..

⭐How the heck did he not notice it before?!

⭐I can see him looking at her with his green eyes open wide, while crossing his arms in surprise.

⭐That's when he'd start rememebering about all those times he spoke to her with a sharp tongue...

⭐Those times he told her in a rough way to go away and let him sleep...

⭐Because, let's be honest here:

⭐We all know how lazy and grumpy Leona is..

⭐We know that he usually speaks roughly to guys...

⭐but he would never dare to speak that way to a woman.

⭐I'm not saying that Leona would treat girls like if they're weak at all (just in case you're misunderstanding my words), but I'm saying that he'd surely respect women more than how he respects men.

⭐(please, do not misunderstand my words, I don't have any intention to offend qwq)

⭐He's from Sunset Savanna, a place where women are respected, so Leona is used to do the same, even if he has an imperious attitude towards people most of the time..

⭐"Oi... When were you going to tell me!?..."

⭐Of course after a few seconds he would realize what of a stupid question he has just said, but he wouldn't lose his composure and would keep his green eyes on that figure in front of him..

⭐Those cute eyes of hers looking at him too, her hair and her soothing voice...

⭐How the heck did he not notice it before..?!

⭐I'm not sure about what he'd say next..

⭐But what I'm sure about is that he'd become more protective towards his s/o..

⭐If he already was protective before.. now he'd become more!

⭐That's not because he'd consider his s/o weak only because she's a woman! But because he simply likes the fact of being the one protecting..

⭐..the one of wrapping his arms around her and hug her tightly..

⭐"L-Leona..?", s/o would ask, seeing him hugging her.

⭐"Shhh... I'm tired and I want to sleep... wrap up..!.. hehe.."

⭐Floyd would discover that s/o is actually a woman casually..

⭐I don't know why, though, I think he'd be the one knowing it even before s/o would tell him

⭐That's when Floyd would pretend to be surprised, opening his eyes wide and his mouth slightly..

⭐"W-what..?..."

⭐Since Floyd is someone who enjoys funny or fun stuff..

⭐I feel like he would have fun pretending to be very surprised- almost shocked- when s/o would tell him that she's a girl.

⭐He'd keep that expression until he'd have one of his usual mood-change and suddenly would say:

⭐"Oh.. yess... I already knew it, Shrimpy~"

⭐S/o would look at him surprised and that's when she would ask him how he knew it.

⭐She would be so sure not to caught...! Always trying her best to behave like a guy..!

⭐How did he already know?

⭐Floyd would look at s/o with his usual mischevious but lazy-looking look, slightly amused by her reaction.

⭐But the truth is that Floyd already knew she was a girl because he had seen her behaviour..

⭐Even if she was trying so hard to seem a guy..

⭐...even if Floyd seems dumb, he's clearly not, and we all know it..!

⭐Also he noticed it thanks to her soothing voice and eyes..

⭐Plus even if wearing a male uniform in NRC, it would be obvious that she's a girl!

⭐"But... Honestly I don't care if you're a boy or a girl..!"

⭐Floyd would say, wrapping his arms around her and looking down at her.

⭐His teeth would be visible in that smile he would give her, as he would slightly tighten the hug while whispering:

⭐"...By the way... I'll treat you the same way, Shrimpy~♥"

⭐"Huh..? What are you saying, potato...?"

⭐Vil would be taking care of himself..

⭐He would be putting a mask on and taking care of his hair when s/o would take the chance to tell him the truth.

⭐That's when s/o would decide to tell him that she's actually a girl.

⭐Vil would keep his eyes on the mirror, brushing his hair...

⭐After some seconds he would turn around and look at her surprised, blinking a few times in realization.

⭐"You're... A girl?"

⭐Just like Leona, Vil would be shocked..

⭐How did he not notice?!

⭐How the heck did she get into NRC, then?!

⭐But like Floyd, I'm sure Vil wouldn't change his own behaviour towards mc just because she's a woman.

⭐Vil, indeed, wouldn't change his feelings towards mc either!

⭐I mean... Whichever mc's gender is.. Well.. Who cares?!

⭐Mc is still the love of his life!

⭐She's still his small and adorable potato!

⭐So... What should I say more, then?

⭐Vil would still brush her hair..

⭐He would still take care of her..

⭐He would cuddle and hug her tightly..

⭐In short, he would treat mc the same way he would treat her if she was a guy!

⭐I mean..

⭐As I've written for Leona, Vil would keep being protective with mc

⭐But not because mc is a woman (so please do not misunderstand me, please, darlings!), but because he'd be the one protecting..

⭐..the one hugging and taking care of s/o the best he could!

⭐"Why are you looking at me like that, mc?.. I won't change my behaviour only because you're a girl.. hehe.. so go wash your face. I'm going to put a mask on you and some face cream~♥"

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[selznick]

idk fucking know.rant ig??? not big idk

but like i ibly rlly have 1 friend that im close to and thats ive opened up to about my austism and ocd like even a bit,,,,, and like my autism is fine or whatever and sure sometimes idk how to deal with people but its fine and we joke so its cool but my ocd is like,, a legit problem for me that I dont joke about but they will,,,, like sometimes i will casually mention it around them but they will joke abt it and like kool whatever,, ocd isnt happenong rn so idc ig

but like she was telling me how she went to a hincent van gogh exhibit abt his life and depression and how she cried at the 'ear'aser in the giftshop after, , and like its a hood point,,, people like to portray him cutting off his ear as like some cutesy joke or romantic gesrure and not like a seriours mental break down and self harm,,, which like cool she cares abt mental health and uknow the seriousness of it all

except when its roght in front of her??? like i messaged her when i wanted to pour boiling water on my foot to 'clean' it and half my brain was fully on board with it and the other half was like no that will make ot worse stop,,, so i messaged her as like idk a reaching out for some sort of help or distraction from my stupif fukcing brain,,, and she was just like,, no why would you do that? and was just argueing with me,, like thats not logical,,,, and I FUCKIING KNOW THAT WHY DO U THINK THERE ISNT BOILING WATER ON MY FOOT WHILE IM TEXTING U,,, and shes just like but why would u eevn think that,, like rememeber ur precious vincent van gogh and his fucking ear and my fuxking ocd,, and shes just like,, ohhh

and i talk to her when i was worried about getting sepsis from a small cut on my toe,, and shes just like no ur fine, uve not got sepsis obvi,, and like i brought it up again cuz its the only thing my brain would think of,, and she got annoyed that i kept bringing it up and now she fuxking jokes about me being obsessed with sepsis and that i just always think i have sepsis

like sorry my brain literally cant stop worrying abt this shit,, sorry i have phantom pains from my ocd that make me worry more and continue the fucking cycle

anyway today i was like ugh im gonna have a headache after yards,, could just feel one starting before it uknow,, and shes like just drink from the water fountain,, and i tell her i cant bcuz there was like a weird bottle on it and other debris around it and my ocd cant handle that,,, and she just tells me to drink from it and that its not an issue,, and when i was like ya no my ocd rmemeber she says shed drink some from it and then i could becuz were liek made from the same stuff so same body,,, and like how can i explain in a concise way that ya u can drink it fine but u r not me with stupid brain disease that doesnt care for logical conclusions and that no we dont have the same body were not even related and the fact i was vomiting for like an entire day not too long ago so my brain has been pretty weird abt it since,, and i cant so i instead say smth like,, no were not the same body and i was sick at christmas and i would still feel ill or throw up because my brain placebo would still fuck it up

she still pushes me to just drink from the fountain cuz its not a big issue but like to me it is,, another friend had a water bottle and offered me some amd that end the conversation so thank god they were there otherwise id have to argue my own thoughts to someone,,, do you srsly think i want my actions to b this illogical,, no i want to just live and be able to carry on without brain worms controlling what i can and cant do

but like its so frustrating to have to argue logic and reason with my own brain,, i dont want to have to have the same arguement with a friend that cant seem to understand how much it affects me because im not currently screaming crying and cutting my limbs off

and it sucks becuz shes like the only person i an talk to but she just doesnt understand and doesnt seem to care

my finger has a cut on it at the moment,, similar to my toe,, and its fucking with my brain,, only thing i can rlly think of,, but i cant talk to the one person i can talk to becuz its just an annoyance to her and i should just get iver it,,, not like i can feel other pain in parts of my body that my brain is relating to it and not like i had to convince myself that my gums were a normal colour (they were) and not blue black,,,, but i cant even just b like o ya my brain thinks im dying can u distracct me cuz shes just be weird about my mental health and bring it up later as a joke

but i dont rlly joke abt my ocd,, i make some nokes abt having it but not my actual symptoms and i feel weird eevn fully talking abt it in case someone find out, doesnt take it serious and doesn something on purpose to spite/upset me,, so for her to make jokes abt my symptoms without even showsing any sympathy while im going through them just fukcing sucks,,, and like ive not daid anything bcuz idk how to breatch that topic,,,,, ummm i think u dont care abt my mental health and it makes me not want to ever talk to u abt it but at the same time ur the only person i can talk to abt it and the jokes make me super uncomfy please inhenrently knpw what my brain needs thanks,, i just,, ik shell be like sorry im not good at reading ppl so i didnt realise cuz thats what she said abt the van gogh and me boiling water foot thing ,,,, like babes u know abt my asd and ocd and im currently telling u abt my distressing thoughts,,, thats not people skills im fucking telling u im going through it like RIGHT NOW and u just do not care

ok this rant was bigger than i thought,, oop

my arm aches now and i need to frind smth to ditract me from the urge to chop ny finger off 🙃🙃🙃

#long post #rant about my asd and ocd and my friend

[winderrific-moved]

so thats a lesson i think ive learned

#wind howls #by which i mean: sleeps isnt an escape from problem affecting me right now #trauma tornado #everything with my aunt keeos getting worse i want her to leave but shes gonna be here until the 18th still and its just so bad #she keeps trying to talk to me about the past. she keeps asking me if i remember the years before kindergarten like ! #WHY would you try to make me remember that !! the only things i remember are. BAD. theyre bad theyre terrible and #its her fault and my parents fault and so many of my memories are not even available to me because of how bad they are #why is she so hung up on trying to make me remember those years when i was under her control. its the last thing i need right now. #and since i tell her that i do NOT in fact rememeber she just tells me about my own childhood. things that she things are fun and quirky #things a traumatized child does when it has little escape from a waking hell. why does she think its funny to remind me of this #do i matter that little ? is what i went through just not real ? i dont remember all od it but i know this happened but why is she like this #is it too much to ask to be left alone or treated with care ? or. am i just not worth it. i only mattered to her when i was her toy.

[starfallskitter]

THIS is Chloe’s redemption arc

Hi! I don’t usually do big media analysis things, but I like Miraculous Ladybug and I’m a writer and familiar with these tropes. I was thinking about Chloe’s character in season 4 and how everyone’s been so upset with what seems like a reversal of her character arc, so I wanted to unpack everything and explain what I believe is going on.

In short: Chloe getting worse, becoming mean again, is the only way she can, after the three seasons she’s had so far, get a satisfying redemption arc. 

Zoe is also very important to her arc; while it could perhaps have been done differently, Zoe’s introduction is perhaps the clearest way of developing Chloe’s character and giving her redemption. But I’ll get to that in a moment.

I recently rewatched the first half of season 1 and most of season 3, so I’ll probably draw from more recent memories in discussion here. Season 4 is, however, the main point of discussion in this post, so big spoiler warning if you aren’t up to date on Sole Crusher and Queen Banana at the very least.

So, character arcs can generally be shortened to a question of, ‘what does this character need to learn? And do they learn it?’, although typically there are bumps along the way, with characters learning the wrong lessons, making mistakes, backtracking, etc. Sometimes it’s a negative character arc where they learn a lie, or refuse to change.

In Chloe’s case, the thing she needs to learn is simple. She believes, in season 1 episode 1, that she is inherently better than other people. She still believes this throughout the entire show up to this point. She needs to learn that that’s not the case.

Success to Chloe is how much power you have, and she expects power. It’s reinforced for her at every turn. Her dad gets her everything she wants, and he’s the Mayor, so his power becomes hers. Her ‘best friend’ is a rich, famous supermodel, which is ultimate success to her, and at the start she’s his only friend, so he must consider her on his level (how he came into this situation doesn’t matter to her). She’s constantly followed by someone who lets her have complete power over her just to get a glimpse of Chloe’s wealth. Bullying and beauty are both sources of power to her as well. Power is success, she has a lot of power, she’s successful, she’s acheived all she wants to.

So, naturally, she loves Ladybug, the most powerful superhero in Paris. She wants to be accepted by Ladybug, and loved by Ladybug, because Ladybug has power, and Ladybug accepting her as her peer means Chloe is on her level. Everyone loves Ladybug, therefore Ladybug has more power than Hawkmoth, the real reason Chloe is on her side.

This doesn’t change much throughout season one. 

In Season 2, though, we meet her mother, who can be summed up as the main source of this thought pattern. Chloe idealises her, more even than Ladybug, and her approval as a powerful person who knows it feels like all Chloe needs. When Chloe gets the Bee Miraculous, it’s not because Ladybug thinks she’s a peer, but Chloe, somewhat desperately, believes that being a Miraculous holder will make her good enough in her mother’s eyes. From the wiki:

Chloé, however, is furious and angrily asks her mother why, out of all people, she would take Marinette to New York City instead of her own daughter. Audrey says that it's because Marinette is exceptional. Chloé retorts that she's exceptional, too, but Audrey says that the only thing exceptional about her is her mother. Hurt by this comment and wanting to prove her mother wrong, Chloé reveals that she has the Bee Miraculous in her possession and transforms into Queen Bee in front of everyone, including the press.

When she gets the Bee Miraculous, it’s not because she’s changed in any way, and it’s not a catalyst for change. The whole plot of Queen Wasp is that Chloe is trying to prove she’s exceptional, but her being exceptional is not what she needs to learn; in fact, it’s the opposite. She needs to learn that she is no more exceptional than anyone else. She doesn’t learn this here.

Again, from the wiki:

Marinette tells Audrey that Chloé is exceptional -- exceptionally mean. She lists all of Chloé's worst qualities, angering both her and Audrey but also making the two realize that they have a lot in common. When Marinette leaves, Audrey asks Chloé if she is really as bad as Marinette said, to which Chloé says that her only friend in school is Sabrina, and she enjoys giving her butler a hard time. Audrey takes back her earlier comment about Chloé not being exceptional, embraces her, and decides to stay in Paris with her.

This is just reaffirming the problem: Chloe’s belief that her power, coming from her cruelty and bullying, makes her special, so she deserves the power, etc. This is not a change in her character arc; this is still setting her up to change later on.

What this sets up is Chloe’s false character arc. It seems, on the outside, that what Chloe needs to learn is how to be nice, or good. That being kind is something she doesn’t know how to do, and she just needs to try. 

This is often a character arc that children’s show bullies have because it’s easy and simple to understand, but it’s not realistic. Bullies are usually not bullies just because they don’t know how to be nice; some are, perhaps, but the truly mean ones who do acts of cruelty because they can have a fundamentally twisted view of the world, like Chloe’s.

A lot of people think Chloe’s false redemption arc was her real one, and it got thrown out the window. Here’s why the false one is important for the real one.

For Chloe to learn that she’s not special, she has to get rid of the idea that being powerful in any way leads to happiness, or the power is equal to success.

In Season 3 we get continuance of the false arc. Importantly, we see her core behavior has not actually changed. At times, she acts heroically, but it’s not necessarily out of the goodness of her heart; and at the times she does this doesn’t necessarily change her character arc, either. She still has a heart. It’ll come out much more later. But she’s still pushing people around. There is no significant change in how she fundamentally treats Sabrina, or her butler, or Marinette, or her father. She doesn’t see them or relate to them any differently. She’s also using her superhero identity to reinforce the idea that she’s special; she remarks constantly about how she’s Queen Bee, she’s a hero, she’s better than everyone, you get the gist. Becoming Queen Bee has reinforced the primary lie (that she is special) that her character arc is going to change.

We see, in Miraculer, Mayura demanding Chloe join them, and Chloe refusing.

At first, it seems like Chloe’s doing well to refuse. Like she has a sense of justice. In truth, though, she’s mainly on Ladybug’s side because the heroes are usually seen as more powerful and cooler than the villains. There might be a sense of justice there, but that’s ultimately irrelevant to the core flaw that she needs to fix to become a better person.

And then, Heart Hunter and Miracle Queen. Ladybug doesn’t give her enough power, so she takes Hawkmoth’s side.

While Ladybug, Cat Noir and Ryuko fight Heart Hunter, Chloé becomes furious and throws her bee signal off of the roof, losing her hope. Hawk Moth comes and tries to convince Chloé to join him. Chloé is reluctant at first, because he is the one who akumatized her parents. Hawk Moth asks what Ladybug has done for her, since Chloé was the one who trusted Ladybug the most as a fan. Chloé finally agrees, but demands that Hawk Moth deakumatizes her parents first. Hawk Moth accepts these conditions.

This is the ultimate thing that reinforces the lie, that she is special and more powerful. The false character arc, that she just needs to learn to be nice, is thrown aside; she was nice to Ladybug, put herself on Ladybug’s side, and tried to work for justice, but it didn’t change that what she ultimately wanted, and felt was most important, was power, being special, status. The moment at the end of Heart Hunter is where she does her heel-turn, and now, what happens next?

Well, rememeber that she needs to learn she’s not special. As of now, she’s had the belief that she’s special reinforced, not weakened. It’s been reinforced as far as it can go. There is nothing she can do to believe she’s any more special than she believes she is. And now, being pissed at Ladybug, her false arc thrown aside, there’s no reason to try and act nice. It didn’t make her happy, after all.

So in Season 4, she doubles down on what she still believes matters: Power.

She’s worse to Sabrina, locking her in her closet, making her chase after the car, etc. She will only consider the best, most powerful friends like her: Zoe, her sister, has to be just as special, just as powerful.... and as we saw at the end of season 2, that means mean.

Which brings me to Zoe.

Zoe is important because she’s everything Chloe could’ve been if she’d already learned her lesson, for one. She’s successful at making friends because she cares about how nice someone is, not their status, which is what Chloe doesn’t get. She’s so frustated that Zoe makes friends at the end of Sole Crusher by just being nice. Chloe wants those friends, but everything in the show so far has taught her that power is important and it’s what will get her love and attention, and her power comes from, again, bullying and her dad.

And that’s also where Andre comes in. The other thing Zoe does is change Chloe’s biggest enabler- Andre. In Queen Banana, he refuses Chloe’s demands for the first time pretty much ever, and draws a hard line in the sand.

Suddenly, a little bit of Chloe’s power is taken away from her in that moment. She can’t understand how Zoe can be happier than her or why her father might tell her no. They’re incompatible with her worldview- that she is special, and powerful, and deserves things just for being special.

At this point, Chloe has to lose everything. She thinks that cruelty to others will make her happy; that demanding things gets her what she wants. It has, so far. So for her to change, that needs to not work. We’re seeing just the beginnings of that in Season 4 so far; she can’t demand anything from her father (although Queen Banana is full of demands she does get). Zoe didn’t find happiness through the method Chloe said she would in Sole Crusher (really, Sole Crusher lays out what Chloe’s been imagining the world is like the entire show. That’s it in a nutshell, really). Adrien told her she needed to be nicer and lowkey rejected her friendship at the end of Queen Banana. Zoe, the sister who is better off doing the opposite of what Chloe thought would make her happy and successful, took her symbol of power- the Bee Miraculous, her superhero identity- away from her. Chloe’s worldview is slowly unravelling as of Season 4.

So, what needs to happen next?

One: she will lose everything. Two: she’ll learn that power doesn’t make her happy. Three: she’ll realise that kindness and justice and equality, etc. are more important. Four: she’ll do something major to show that she understands this and has changed. Five: she’ll permanently stop putting herself above others.

I can’t project too far in the future, but what I can say is what is probably going to come next for the topic of her losing everything. Her father is going to say no more often; her mother will disappoint her; Zoe will continue to do well. Chloe may learn that Zoe is Vesperia, I’m not sure.

But the one main thing that I think, personally, Chloe needs to lose in some dramatic way is Sabrina. Sabrina is just about the last thing that has remained the same for Chloe so far. And I think that that change won’t come by Sabrina’s doing, necessarily. She’s not vengeful and doesn’t see or care about Chloe’s flaws.

But the thing is, it seems obvious by now that everyone in the class is getting a Miraculous. We’ve seen spoilers for Mylene’s and Juleka’s, and my personal opinion is that the four remaining unpaired Miraculous pair up to the three remaining classmates + the one other student who seems to recur (personal guesses: Ivan - Ox, Nathaniel - Rooster, Marc - Dog, Sabrina - Goat), but regardless, what I imagine would break Chloe’s existing worldview more than anything else, and leave it open to change, is Sabrina getting a Miraculous, and Chloe knowing it’s her.

Sabrina is Chloe’s trailing, forever-present symbol of power. She’s always got power over Sabrina. Sabrina being special in a way that Chloe no longer is, a way that got taken by her ‘lame’ sister who she views as less powerful than her, should put a lot into perspective for her.

In short: Chloe is going to have a bad time, and be a bad time, for most of this season, if not all of it. She’s got to learn that her worldview is wrong.

That’s how her character arc will end. That’s how we get a satisfying change, something meaningful happening to her, and her really changing from the bully she was. Miraculous is a lot more complicated than most kid’s shows and it didn’t simplify it down to ‘bully learns to be nice’- Chloe’s character arc is about changing the fundamental thing that made her so mean in the first place. It’s about learning that she is not at all exceptional, and that she is just like anyone else. And that she’ll prefer it that way.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ladybug #miraculous chloe #chloe bourgeois #character analysis #miraculous analysis #i did not edit this it took too long to write #enjoy

[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: Silence is Golden?

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N don’t get into a lot of fights, but this one will leave you speechless...literally.

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night

A/N: Hey! Did you know I created a Masterlist?! You can view here (X)!

Every couple has their good and bad days. Some people will even say it’s healthy to have a little dispute once and awhile. For Y/N and Tom, the bad days just kept on coming. Maybe it was due to the work piling up on Y/N’s plate lately, or the fact that Tom was stressing about going to Berlin in 2 weeks for his work. Either way, both of them were under pressure, and with everything going on, it’d be no surprise that even the smallest things would irritate them.

“Tom I told you to put your luggage off to the side. One of us is going to trip with all this shit in our room.” Y/N scolded as she pushed the black luggage to the side of wall.

Tom was sitting in bed, rolling his eyes at his fiance’s comment and went back to focusing on his script. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if you just cleaned the room every weekend like you were supposed to do.” He grumbled as he highlighted his lines.

“I was working the entire weekend. I told you I had a huge release to prep for and last time I rememebered I’m your fiance not your maid. It wouldn’t kill if you could just do some of the chores in the house instead of having me, Harry, Harrison, or Tuwaine do it for you.” She argued, glaring down at Tom with her arms crossed. “Just cause your some hot shot celebrity doesn’t mean you can just sit there and do jack shit.”

Tom looked at her with surprise and anger. He just about had it up to here with her nagging. Tom loves Y/N, but sometimes, like tonight, she was really getting on his nerves, and the next few things he says to her were not so pretty. “Can you just shut up?! You’re always telling me what to do, what not to do, to stop doing this and stop doing that, and god the never-ending chatter that comes out of your mouth.” He spits out not even paying attention to how Y/N was reacting. “Some people actually do prefer some peace and quiet. God, I really can’t wait to go to Berlin just so I don’t have to hear that god awful nagging of yours.” Tom shakes his head as he looks back at his script, until he realized what just came out of his mouth...complete and utter bullshit that he didn’t mean.

It was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. In fact she was speechless, not really knowing what to say to his rant. It hurt a lot, as if her heart had just broken in a million pieces. If there was one thing you needed to know about Y/N, it was that she valued everyone’s view and opinion of her. So, you can best believe that if someone had a problem with her, she would not take it lightly. When it comes from the person you love the most...well...one can’t even begin to fathom how much it could hurt.

Tears were forming and streaming down her eyes, as small sniffles start to escape. Her tiny hands balling up into a fist. She wasn’t just upset, she was furious. “Well, if thats how you feel then, I don’t know why you’d want to be with a person that doesn’t shut up...Cause clearly I’m not good enough.”

Tom starts to sit up on the bed and lean towards her, trying to apologize profusely, but it was a lost cause that couldn’t be taken back. She runs out of the room with her stuff as she moves to the guest room to cry herself to sleep. Tom stays in their bedroom as he looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed face. “What have I done?” He whispers to himself, only praying they would be able to make up in the morning.

The next day, Tom wakes up extra early to prepare a ‘Sorry I’m such a div. Please forgive me’ breakfast with chocholate chip pancakes, bluerberry smoothies, and apple turnovers from her favorite coffeshop in London. And if that wasn’t enough...he had also brought her a bouquet of red roses. He awaited for her to come down, with everything set. As the boys came by to eat their share of the breakfast, Y/N comes down to akward silence. Everyone staring at her and Tom standing in the middle smiling with flowers in hand.

“Morning Y/N.” The boys say in unison.

“Morning boys...Tom.” Y/N mumbes the last word as she makes her way. They continue to talk and eat amongst themselves as Y/N looks for a seat to sit at, but sadly the only one available is the one next to Tom. He looks at her with his brown puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to sit next to him. Y/N gets the message as she rolls her eyes, and tales the seat. He present her the flowers once again, smiling off his boyish charm. “Darling, Im so sorry for the way I acted I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me. I love you so much.”

Y/N takes the flowers and nods, as she goes back to her breakfast. She ate rather quickly as to make sure she didnt have to deal with anyone and went straight back to the guest room. Tom slouches in his seat, sighing in defeat. “Great the silent treatment.” He says out loud.

“Damn, Tom you must have really fucked up.” Tuwaine said as he took a bite of his pancakes.

“Yeah mate, what did you do?” Harrison asked, intrigued by his best friend’s dilemma.

“You couldn’t hear them? They fought because Tom couldnt do a simple job and then called Y/N a talkative nagging piece of work” Harry answered him, stifiling a laugh. “Im sure the whole world could have heard him.”

“You also forgot, how he said he’d rather be in Berlin than be here with her.” Tuwain mentioned.

Tom glares at his younger brother and Tuwaine, giving them a good shove on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the one that had to get his shit together.” Harry defends taking his last bite.

“What do I do? She wont even talk to me and I went through all this work to apologize to her.” Tom asks as he stares at the floor solemnly. “I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

“I don’t know mate. Maybe just earn her trust again. Im sure youll both work it out...you always do.” Harrison reassures him as he makes his way to wash the dishes.

Later that night, Tom passes by Y/N as she makes her way to the bathroom across their bedroom. Tom tried his best to set up the bed as if she was staying with him, fluffing the pillows, pulking down the comforters, and turning up the AC. As Y/N finishes up, she sees him standing at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to join him. “Please? I cleaned up the room and gave you your favorite pillow because you know you cant sleep without it.” He pleads, pouting with his lower lip sticking up.

Y/N looks at the tidy room and the pillow he left her. She smiles when she takes notice of the the one pillow with flowers and ripped edges. It was her favorite pillow since she was 5 and sworn to everyone that it was the only pillowcase she could ever sleep peacefully in. With the thought and gesture Tom made today, Y/N figured it was the least she could do, though it didn’t mean he was forgiven compeltely yet. Tom smiles at his first victory as he climbs in the bed with her. He tries to snuggle closer and wrap his stron arm across her waist, whispering “I love you and I really am sorry.”

Y/N wasn’t too comfortable getting this close still, and ultimately took his hand that was on her waist and dropped it to his side. Tom, felt a slight hinge of sadness when she did that. She never refused his cuddles and anytime they had a fight they would always make up before rhe end of the day. He sighs loudly in silence. Y/N turns around to face his back, and leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which takes him by surprise. “I love you” she whispers, going back to her side of the bed.

The next day, Tom decides to take a quick trip to his parents house, who greet him with ipen arms. Though, both his parents, Paddy and Sam, notice the distress on his face. “What’s wrong son?” Tom’s mum asked with worry.

“Mum, Dad...I messed up.” He cries. “ I was just really stressed out this past week, with the movie, and the fans, and thinking about how I have to leave Y/N for Berlin...I-I- just said a lot of stupid things to her that I didnt mean.”

Tom’s mom rubs her son’s back as she tries to console him and calm his breathing. “There. There. Its going to be okay. You know Y/N loves you so much. Im sure you’ll both get through this.”

“That’s the thing mum. I don’t know if we can. She won’t even talk to me. I made her breakfast gave her flowers and even cleaned our room liek she asked me too. I don’t know what else to do to show her that I truly sorry.I told her I can’t wait to go to Berlin so I did have to hear her talk, but thats far from the truth. I don’t want to leave her when we’ve had all this time together.”

“Hmm...perhaps you should do the things that she doesn’t ask you to do. You know Y/N is also stressed with her job as well, she might not have time to get around to all the things that need to be done. Also tell her how you really feel besides that you’re sorry and you love her. You know both of you have had a hard week and there’s a lot of feelings bottled up inside. Just be honest with your feelings. I know you didn’t mean it and Im sure she knows too.”

Tom smiles at the last sentence, realizing the two haven’t really committed to the rules they promised each other, be honest and communicate with each other. “You’re right, Mum. I cant even remember the last time we really talked.” Tom got up up quickly whiping away the dry tears. “I’m gonna go make things right with Y/N. Thank you for everything. I love you.” Tom hugs his mother, before he makes his way ready to set things right.

As he pulls up to the house, Tom is ince again by the door with flowers in hand. Y/N sliently looks at him as she tilts her head curious as to why he’s on his toes...and with more flowers in hand. “Look you don’t have to say anything because I’m gonna be doing all the talking right now.”

Y/N looks at him in surprise, intrigued to hear what he has to say this time. “Y/N. Im know. im such a dumbass, clueless, and careless bloke who didn’t stop to think about your feelings and the things you wanted from me. I should have helped around more, I should asked how you were , and I definitely should have pushed my luggage to the side of the wall like you asked me too many times.” He says chuckling nervously. “And I know I fucked up, but Im really going to to try to make it an effort to listen more, and help you as much as I can. And Im so sorry for being so distant, I just I had a lot on my mind and the fact that I have to leave you, in two weeks when this has been the longest we’ve spent time together, it made me more sad.” Y/N looks at him with a sympathetic smile, almost ready to accept his apology. “So look, I know you’re probably still mad and everything, but Im really hoping this makes it up for you because I really do love you. Every single thing about you and theres only two more weeks before I leave and I want to spend every day, hour, minute, and second with you.”

There’s silence in the air as Tom looks into her eyes, trying to find some answer. “Every day, hour, minute, and second?” She questions him smiling. Tom’s face lights up with the brightest smile hes ever out on. He drops the flowers and hugs her even more tightly than he did with his mother, spinning her around. Nothing sounded better than hearing her laugh, it’s been far too long. He cups her face, kissing her passionately only to pull away and move the stray hairs from her face. Taking in every single detail of her face. “Yes. Ever day, hour, minute, and second..so lets not waste anymore time.” He grabs her hand as he rushed her to their room.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She yells with laughter. Tom sulks and groans, “Aw, what now?”

“You didnt even ask if I forgave you, yet?”

“Well...” Tom says pretending to think “Do you forgive me?”

Y/N looks at him, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Of course I do.”

“Good. Now let’s go. Got to show you how much I appreciate and love you.” Tom smiles as he pulls her away.

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[alliswell21]

I can't exactly rememeber everything that happed because it's been so long since I watched hg but does Peeta regain all of his memories at the end ? I mean all of them ? Also I always wonder but do you think his parents love each other even if his father loved Katniss's mother when he was young ? And do you think Peeta love his parents and brothers too or was it really a loveless family after all ?

Hello Anon, sorry it’s taken me this long to answer your ask, I’ve been offline the past few days.

I assume you’ve only seen the movies, right? It’s not explicitly explained in either books or movies if Peeta regained his memories 100% or not. We do know per the books, that Peeta struggles with hijacking episodes maybe for the rest of his life, and we also know from the books, Him and Katniss make a book of their memories of people they knew and/or loved so they wouldn’t forget them. I think it’s safe to say Peeta recovered most of his memories, since it’s said that the Capitol mostly tampered with memories of Katniss and they didn’t touch his childhood, etc, but the truth is, it’s not a checked fact.

In regards to his family, I have no reason to believe his family was completely loveless. Sure, his parents may have been described as less that loving, but the truth is that we don’t know, because we’ve never actually interacted with them, except for what little interactions Katniss had with them: in the books, Mr Mellark brings cookies for Katniss after the reaping and sits with her in silence for their allotted time to say goodbye, and right before he leaves, he promises Katniss he’ll watch out for Prim while she’s gone, which makes Katniss feel relief in that her sister wont starve to death if the baker is gonna try and help her. Katniss says the baker is one of the only merchants she can consistently count on to trade with fairly, he’s quiet but kind to her and Prim.

Now, Mrs Mellark, Katniss tells us the kids in the District nicknamed her The Witch, because she’s mean and angry. It’s evident she hits her children hard enough to bruise, but in the book Peeta tells Katniss that his mom tried to “cheer him up” by jokingly saying “At least 12 will have chance, she’s a survivor, that one.” (I’m paraphrasing since I do t have my books handy right now). The comment was hurtful to Peeta, who was heading out to certain death, but its important to see Peeta was aware in his mom’s misguided attempt to help, that at least the woman was trying to cheer him up during an awful situation. I’m not going to say the woman was a good mother by any means, but people are complicated beings with lots of flaws that sometimes eclipse any good trait they may have… I’m not excusing Mrs Mellark, just merely stating that while she was angry and physically abusive, her son was able to see her tried to cheer him up… not that she succeeded.

I believe Peeta loves his family, because people—humans— are geared to love or at the very least feel fondness for one’s immediate nucleus. I say this because I know of someone who got terribly beaten by her mom as a child, and to this day, she’s watched over her ailing parents with love and care… I asked her once, when we were teenagers, if she loved her mom after basically being a punching bag, and she told me “Of course I love her. She’s my mom. She’s just unable to calm herself down when she’s in a rage, but sometimes, she can be very nice a d sweet,” So, people just sometimes excuse certain behaviors, because they’re family, or because it’s a self preservation mechanism, I’m not sure, is not healthy or excusable, it just is a fact of life.

So I believe Peeta loves his family, his mother, despite what we know of the Mellarks. I cannot say they were a loveless family just based on Katniss’ observations, because she never truly saw them more than a handful of minutes at a time, and all her experiences with Peeta’s mom were bad, yet with the baker he was quiet and fair in business. She says nothing about Peeta’s brothers, other than one was probably still reaping age and didn’t volunteer at the reaping which wasn’t a shock to her, since her volunteering for Prim was the anomaly.

Now, Peeta lived alone in Victor’s Village after games, but we don’t know why. The fandom has speculated a lot about it, but there could be any number of reasons why the Mellarks live at the bakery still, we don’t know for sure, so I can’t conclusively say that Peeta living alone after becoming a Victor means his family didn’t love him. Now, the fact that he says in the arena in CF that “Nobody needs him” is a tad more telling, yet, not enough to indicate he’s not loved by his family, Katniss herself says that he’s right, his family would mourn him, as well as handful of friends, but their lives wouldn’t be destroyed like her’s would, meaning she’d be more affected by Peeta’s death than his own family, so that’s a hard question to answer.

Whether Mr and Mrs Mellark loved each other, I would say, they probably liked each other enough to marry and procreate, but they may not feel romantic love for each other. Also, just the fact that Mr Mellark says he wanted to marry Katniss’ mom when he was younger, doesn’t mean he’s still in love with her. I wanted to marry my very first boyfriend, loved him for years after we broke up, then I grew older and realized I wasn’t as in love with him any longer. What does get me, is the fact that he always looked out for Katniss and Prim, by being fair and buying their products. He may have been fond of the girls because of who their mother was, but he may have just have respected Katniss that much for surviving and working hard… we’ll never know.

Sorry this is so long. I’ve been trying to upload this thing with a below the cut, but I can feel vertigo starting to take hold and I can’t focus too long on the screen. Thank you for the ask!

[captainofthetidesbreath]

not trying to provoke discourse of anything, more working through my own thoughts on the topic, because i definitely agree that friends should look out for each other and that includes making contingency plans and such! but for me the b+c+f convo did feel rather :/ and im trying to work out why. i dont remember all the exact wording and dont have the means to rewatch right now, but from what i rememeber i think it has to do with the fact that the convo felt less like a contingency (1/3)

for IF something were to happen, and more like they (or beau at least, given how she started the convo with something like "we all know this is weird right?") had already decided that something would for sure happen, no ifs or doubts about it. and i guess the :/ factor, for me at least, is largely that it's not just that they're being careful and planning ahead, but there's an element of thinking they already /know/ that things are going to go horribly wrong in a way jesters not seeing, (2/3) which leads to the sense that they dont trust jesters judgement of the situation, because they think they know better. again, i dont remember exact details, but these are some musings based in (potentially twisted/mis-) rememebered senses of that scene. absolutely feel free to ignore these since discourse topic, but yeah you got me thinking and i wanted to share i guess. (3/3)

Contingency plans, by their nature, require a belief that something can and will go wrong. So, a level of certainty about it is what makes it one, imo.

And, well, given that something did go horribly wrong in a way that Jester did not see coming, including something one of them explicitly feared was going to happen, I would say their fears were warranted and, in the end, proven to a degree. Something did happen. Not necessarily what they were expecting, but they also made an allowance that Artagan's capriciousness and shenanigans would get Jester hurt, unintentionally or otherwise. And, well, they did. That was a thing that happened. The three of them worry about it, and it happens.

And, frankly, again, given their limited perspective, I do not see what they did wrong in the moment. They do not have the range of information we have. They know that Jester is devoted to Artagan in a way that means she may ignore red flags that are out of their line of sight. Fjord knows that Jester is reluctant to talk to them. Yes, part of it is wondering if Jester's judgment is complete—but given the situation, I do not necessarily understand why that's a capital sin, particularly when the situation is dangerous. Trusting your friend's judgment and respecting what they do with it, in my opinion, runs up until you have reason to believe they have incomplete information, they have reason to not tell you worrisome information because they don't want it to be interpreted it as a red flag, or their decisions may very well hurt them. I understand the angle, I just personally don't understand what the fundamental problem is with it.

Frankly, to quote my sister on the subject: “Knowing Artagan her entire life gives some sort of more reason to be wary of him when he acts callously, like dumping them on Death Island. It’s like when your college friends realize that your elementary school friends you’re still hanging out with are, well, sort of really shit.”

Particularly given that, to an extent, they WERE proven correct. I think also that, from inside the narrative, Artagan's behavior is extremely worrisome to those who are of a nervous disposition and dislike when people around them are not consistent in their whims.

If they felt they knew better at all times, they would've intervened a lot sooner and controlled what Jester could've done, and not allowed her any contact with Artagan in any context more than strictly necessary. But the three of them wait until the last possible moment, some of them not reacting strongly at all in the end.

My question is: why this discourse over questioning Jester’s judgment? Did not the Nein question Beau’s judgment when she went to make the deal with Isharnai? Did not they question Veth’s judgment when she continued to drink heavily in a manner that endangered the group? Did not they question Fjord’s judgment during the pirates arc, even as he stated repeatedly and emphatically that he would not do as they feared, because they felt he wasn’t being entirely forthright, even though he was fairly so? (Did not Caduceus question Fjord’s judgment as recently as this arc—and get nearly pulled into the morkoth lair for it because Fjord was right?) Did not they question Veth’s judgment when she refused to stop talking to Halas? And were not these all fair?

What is it that makes Jester’s judgment so sacrosanct that it cannot be questioned?

Maybe I do think we need to examine the judgment of our friends from time to time. Especially in situations where a lapse in judgment could get us all killed. And, sometimes, you're wrong. But sometimes your friend is wrong. Sometimes you're both wrong. But we're all allowed to check each other's judgment, and in fact, friends should feel free to in a non-controlling manner. Which is what happened. I'm an advocate for questioning the wisdom if your friends' decisions in general when they’re dabbling in things that may put them at risk.

Maybe I don’t think that’s treating your friend like a child. Maybe I think that’s just being a sensible person and a friend who wants to see things work out for the best when the situation is complicated, not clear cut, and dangerous to everyone, most especially that friend. Your friend being right (in some regards) doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have questioned it. It’s good to have your own thoughts and opinions and judgments of situations that seem suspect to you, especially if it may hurt someone.

But, like I said, maybe I’m too Capricorn and have had too many irl friends with questionable judgment to vibe with the discourse.

#Critical Role things #Critical Role spoilers #long post for ts #Cr discourse #Cr #This is my final post on the subject. #Because with those last three paragraphs I've said everything I needed to. #I don't think questioning your friend's judgment is at all treating them like a child. #That's just being a goddamn person. #Maybe I'm too earth sign for this discourse.

[best-enemies]

for the pairing questions: braxmana and 5, 7, 9?

heheheheh

5: Favorite canon moment of them?

I think I could say Reborn as a whole is my favorite. The dream scene (aka the real ending of the Gallifrey series) for example. Oh and Brax and alt!Romana I flirting non-stop was the best thing ever and makes us think of the many ways their relationship could’ve played out if they were in different positions in their lives. 

Also, whenever I re-listen to Lies (or Pandora? Not sure) and Romana and Brax discussing the Chancellor nomination I feel soft. I don’t know, maybe it’s the way Romana talks to him when they’re alone in a sweet tone, and I can picture them being close, and when Romana says that she appreciates his friendship and that moment when he says “My president flatters me” UGH I love them

WAIT I was about to forget Zagreus. How could I? “Madam, are you writing a book?” like, I hadn’t even started Gallifrey when I listened to it but I’m pretty sure they won me over right there.

7: Favorite headcanon trope/idea? (Your own or someone else’s)

I’ve got some here on this ask, but I’ll give you another one: Romana has a little crush on Brax, but it’s a secret. She has never said a word about it outloud, nor she plans to. She hates even to think about it, but one day they were standing in the High Council, and he was on her side a little behind her. And she knew it. But then he leaned down a little to whisper something to her - not unusual, he whispered her a lot of things during council sessions -, and she didn’t notice, and turned her head to his side and he was so close. Like, really close. She had no idea how close he stood to her when he whispered. His eye caught hers for a glimpse of a moment, but she turned away fast, blushing in an embarassing amount for a president. She could hear the smirk on his lips, but avoided thinking about it because, well, it’s her cardinal’s lips, it’s inappropriated. 

Still, since then, she catches herself glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She tells herself it is to make sure he’s at a safe distance, but a part of her expects him to lean close to her again. When she’s careless, she takes advantage when he isn’t looking at her to glance at his face, which now she notices, is quite attractive. Even that moustache isn’t so bad. And he’s tall, really tall. And he smells incredible. And his voice sounds so good. But then she rememebers what they are, the positions they’re in, and brushes these thoughts aside. They come back sometimes, though, when she’s bored or in her dreams, no matter how much she tries to push those ideas into a corner of her mind.

Okay I love doing this, so another one, a bit more self indulgent and because I find it funny: things were rough in the government, Darkel was being even more of a pain in the ass than usual, so one day Romana took out some alcohol and they drunk it in her office after work. However, they drunk a bit too much, got very tipsy aaaand they made out. Romana woke up cuddling Brax in her office’s couch with a terrible hangover. They agreed to never speak of it again. Brax has suggested a few times they go out and drink, or invited her to his place and offered wine, but she suspects he just wants to cuddle up with her again.

Don’t ask her how nice the cuddling was. She’ll never admit it.

9: Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?

They’re hot and I’m bi

Jk (but not really). I wrote a whole essay here but then erased because I knew I wouldn’t be able to explain it. If you asked me to define Thoschei five years ago I wouldn’t give you a coherent answer, so all I can say is that I’m still taking time to think about all the aspects of Braxmana. So I’ll just say the first thing that comes to my mind: 

I’m a sucker for yearning

Seriously you can feel it while listening and it’s agonizingly good. Like some victorian era romance type of shit. I’ve mentioned here more than once that there should be a Pride and Prejudice!AU because they’d be perfect for it. It’s clear they’re the kind of ship where one yearns for another and every touch is a gift to their day. The fact that Brax believes that Romana is the best of Gallifrey, for Gallifrey, and that he genuinely cares about her enough to make a sacrifice and exile himself, then risk being hated by her in order to save her presidency even though it had been jeopardized already... the way he talks to her when they’re alone. The way she talks to him when they’re alone. Now I’m drifting off into the realm of headcanons, but I like to consider the first headcanon I mentioned in question 7. I mean, I like to consider that maybe Romana did think about Brax in some other way, even if she brushed it off her thoughts because she was the president and had a planet to run and stuff. I like to think that their relationship sometimes lies in the details, things that aren’t spoken, even if they do confront each other about things sometimes and argue a lot. 

Also they’re hot as individuals and together I cannot stress enough how attracted I am to them and to all members of the OT4 like what the fuck

#braxmana #gallifrey audios #ask meme

[ptergwen]

starting at the end

warnings: nope

summary: peter takes you to a new year’s eve party

a/n: hey hi i hope everyone’s christmas was lovely if you celebrated! this is gonna be my last post of the year which is so ??? i just want to say thank you for reading my work and in general being so sweet to me always. i really do appreciate all of you and i’ll talk to you next decade! and as always enjoy <3

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peter is nervous. not that that’s anything he isn’t used to; being nervous is one of his personality traits. but this kind of nervous? it’s different. it’s the kind of nervous he gets only because of you. the amount of butterflies he has right now makes him feel like he’ll burst into millions of tiny pieces the second he sees you. he just really wants tonight to be perfect.

flash is throwing a new year’s eve party, and peter asked you to be his date. he’d been working up the courage for months now to ask you out. what convinced him to finally do it is that it’s the last day of the entire decade. he doesn’t want it to end without you knowing how he feels. now or never situations always give him the push he needs.

peter’s day is spent getting ready. he has may teach him new dance moves, calls ned for last minute tips on flirting, and does his hair the way you like it. you told him once before that his curls are “too pretty to drown them in so much gel,” then used your fingers to fix them. ever since, peter decided that would be his new hair style.

never having been to a new year’s eve party before, he texts you at some point to ask what he should wear. you’re pretty much his personal sylist. he brings you shopping basically every time he goes. it makes him all blushy when you watch him try on clothes, getting him to do a spin in them. peter always thinks the smile on your face is worth it.

you text peter back saying to dress how he usually does and rememeber to be at your apartment at seven, with a smiley face. his heart practically pounds out of his chest when he looks at the time and sees it’s a little past six thirty. your first date is happening so soon.

wanting to wear something you’ll like, peter ends up choosing a blue and white flannel you picked out for him. he throws on the rest of his clothes and shoes, then checks his hair one last time. may hugs peter and asks him tell you hi for her before he leaves to pick you up.

the walk to your apartment doesn’t take too long, which peter loves, except for tonight because he’s freaking out and has to keep wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. he goes over all ned’s advice while taking the stairs. when he makes it to the front door he’s been through so many times he can’t count, he just stands there. he uses the time to give himself a mental pep talk.

you got this, peter. it’s just y/n.

taking a breath, he knocks on the door. your dad opens it shortly after.

“hi, mr. y/l/n. how are you?” peter shakes the hand your dad extends. they’ve met a few times before. from what peter can tell, he likes him, or at least doesn’t mind him. “i’m good, thanks. how are you?” “i’m good, too. is y/n ready?” your dad glances back into your apartment. “i’ll check. do you want to wait inside?” he gestures for peter to come in. peter nods.

“sure. thank you, sir.” he follows with a small smile. peter hears you listening to a playlist he made you from your room. his smile gets even bigger at that. “y/n? peter is here,” your dad calls from in front of your door. “i’m coming!” the music shuts off, followed by fast footsteps. you spot peter right as you open the door. all of his nerves melt away when you make your way over to him.

you’re one of his best friends, what was there to ever worry about?

“hey!” you open your arms with a grin. peter dips down to give you a hug. “were you just listening to back in black?” “yep.” you tug at the bottom of peter’s flannel. “is this the one we bought you last weekend?” “mhm,” he hums proudly. the exchange makes your dad crack a smile from where he’s watching.

“you look... really good, peter. did you do your hair, too?” you bite your lip. the fact that you noticed makes him happier than probably ever.

“i thought you’d like it.” he offers you his (mostly dry) hand. taking it, you lace your fingers together. it’s not your first time holding hands, but there’s something new about this. a good new. “and you look beautiful, y/n.” “thank you,” you giggle. “we should probably go. wouldn’t wanna keep dj flash waiting.” peter laughs and nods. you turn to face your dad.

“bye! i’ll try not to be back too late.” “have fun, and stay safe! you too, peter. i’ll see you next year.” he waves goodbye. you wave back with your free hand, peter doing the same. the two of you leave your apartment, erupting into another short fit of laughter.

“dad jokes,” you sigh. you’re leading the way down the stairs. “that was nothing compared to the ones may makes. she says hi, by the way.” may is the sweetest. she’s always checking up on you. “aw, tell her i say hi back.” “yeah, of course.” peter gets more comfortable holding hands with you like this, running his thumb along the back of yours. it just feels right.

walking outside and into the windy night, you pull your phone out of your pocket. “flash texted me his address. i can navigate.” you wave your phone around to show peter the screen. “go for it. i have no idea where he even lives,” peter chuckles. you click your tongue at him jokingly. “oh, peter.”

there isn’t much to talk about on the way to flash’s apartment, since you and peter have hung out or facetimed every day of your winter break. the two of you communicate mostly by making weird faces at each other and pointing out random things that you see. as navigator, you also have to stop peter from walking in the wrong direction a couple of times. he doesn’t know where he’d be without you. literally.

it’s obvious which apartment is flash’s without even going inside the building. there’s blasting music and colorful lights showing from where you are. “i don’t know how we’ll ever be able to find flash’s place,” you say sarcastically, peter opening the door. “it’s almost like he doesn’t want us to,” he jokes.

you hold peter’s hand tighter as you two skip up the few flights of stairs it takes to get there. giving each other knowing looks, you both step inside.

“y/n and parker! you’re here!” flash leaves his dj table to greet you. he looks down at your intertwined hands. “guess i won’t be getting a new year’s kiss from you, huh?” your mouth drops open, you pushing flash’s shoulder. “get out of here, flash.” “i would, but i actually live here. gotta go queue up requests. you two lovebirds have fun!” he winks and points at peter before walking away.

“we will,” peter says just to you, laughing at your moment with flash. “he’s so...” “out there?” he finishes your sentence. “that’s one way to describe him.”

taking your other hand, peter tilts his head towards the crowd of people. “dance with me?” “god, yes.” a smile lights up your face as you pull peter further into the room until you two disappear into the crowd. peter twirls himself around you with your hand, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “not bad, peter.”

“thanks. may actually taught me how to dance a little bit.” he’s too pure. you put your arms around peter’s neck and move in closer to him. peter’s arms hug your waist. “really? what other moves did she teach you?”

peter dips you suddenly. you let out a small gasp, your breathing getting heavier as he holds you in place. he looks from your parted lips to your eyes before bringing you back up. “damn. can may give me a lesson sometime?” the two of you laugh breathlessly. peter moves his hands to your hips and sways you both. “if you’re serious, she definitely would.” “i’m so serious.”

you and peter spend so much time jumping around while flash plays the hits of the decade through his speakers. the only time you take a break is for snacks and soda, then it’s right back to dancing and singing along. you never want to leave peter’s arms. he never wants to stop holding you.

as it gets closer to midnight, flash puts on more chill songs. your head is resting on peter’s chest with your arms around his torso. he’s looking down at you, pulling you closer by your waist and moving you side to side slowly. “i’m really happy you asked me to come with you.” “me too.” peter gives you a tired smile.

“i was gonna ask you out myself if you didn’t ask me first.” “you were waiting for me to do it?” “yeah, peter. i like you a lot.” you close your eyes, sighing in content. “i like you even more,” he murmurs and closes his own eyes.

“one minute to midnight!” flash announces before either of you know it. people start scrambling to find who they want to be with when the year ends. you and peter stay right where you are. all you need is each other.

the one thing peter forgot to do was plan if and how he would kiss you. he doesn’t want to freak out and ruin the moment, so he tries to think of what may would tell him. something about not thinking at all. everybody is counting down from ten now, you included. peter just watches you.

“three, two, one, happy new year!” he hears. you’re about to say something, but peter’s lips on yours stop you. you kiss him back instantly, him leaning into it. you both pull back after with huge smiles. even though it didn’t last long, it was everything you’d ever hoped for. “what’s your new year’s resolution?” you yell over the noisemakers and cheers of people around you.

“to ask you to be my girlfriend,” peter surprises himself and you by saying. you take a step back to see him better. “that’s a dumb one.” peter’s nerves come back just like that. did he say the wrong thing? is he moving too fast? like you can read his mind, you peck his lips and hold his hands on your waist.

“resolutions are supposed to be goals you haven’t accomplished already.” he’s pretty much in shock at this point. “are you... are you saying you wanna be my girlfriend?” “i’m saying i really wanna be your girlfriend.” peter kisses you again without a second thought.

who would’ve guessed that the year ending would be the beginning of everything else?

#tom holland #peter parker #mcu #marvel #tom holland fluff #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland headcanon #tom holland writing #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker writing #spiderman #spider man #spiderman far from home #avengers endgame #endgame #avengers infinity war #infinity war

[deans-baby-momma]

Falling to Temptation-Part 7

A/N: I am going ahead and posting this because I’m not sure if I will be near a computer later. And plus, I am excited (and a little scared) to see your reactions. Remember my ask box is ALWAYS open. Threats and intimidation can be left there. Ha ha ha I love you all.

WARNINGS: smut, PWP, cheating, angst, P in V, P in A, medical issues, medical speak, car accident, injuries, did I mention smut, I think this one is more angst though, a smidgen of fluff (if you squint)

“Your husband suffered severe head trauma,” the doctor in charge of his case explains. “There is an internal contusion on the front of his brain from, we surmise, the impact with the dashboard. His right ulna had a hairline fracture that we stabilized and set after our initial analysis.”

You look down at your husband, lying still and unconscious in the hospital bed. Thankfully Mavelin had fallen asleep on your shoulder as you and your brother-in-law awaited news. She did not need to see her daddy like this. Hell, it was killing you to see him like this; bloodied and bruised with a bandage on his head and a cast on his arm. 

“When will he wake up?” you ask quietly, running your hand up and down Mavelin’s back. “Will he be..-” you pause as the appalling thought passes through your mind. “-coherent?”

“That we do not know,” the doctor answers with a grim look. “We will have to wait until he regains consciousness and run some tests. For now, though we are keeping watch on the contusion for any additional swelling it might cause.” He hesitates before speaking again. “If there is anyone who could possibly watch your daughter, it might be a good idea. We just don’t know how long this is going to take.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

The doctor heads toward the door to leave, when you speak up, stopping his departure.

“Doc, how are my brother-in-law and my mother-in-law?”

“A couple of broken bones apiece but other than that, mostly superficial wounds,” the doctor smiles. “I’ve had to threaten to restrain them both to keep them from rushing to Mr. Winchester’s side.”

You return the smile. You know he is right, this family is as thick as thieves when one of them is hurt, you’ve been witness to it many times since you’ve come to be with them. After the doctor leaves, you walk to the chair in the corner of the room and sit down. 

How the hell did this become your life? Your husband, the father of your little girl, lying in a hospital bed possibly dying and just an hour ago you were fucking his brother in the kitchen of the Bunker!

*************************************************************************************************************

The door to your husband's room opens and you turn to see your brothers-in-law helping Mary walk in. 

You quickly get up and let her sit in the chair closest to your husband's supine form. You watch your lover gently pick up your sleeping little girl and settle her on his shoulder before sitting down on the small couch you had placed her on.

"How bad is it, Y/N?" Mary quietly asks as she reaches for her son's limp hand. 

You relay the doctor's prognosis, while trying to keep your tears at bay and failing. Your brother-in-law gets up and wraps his arms around you, trying to calm you.

"Shh, it'll be okay. He's tough," he whispers. "He is a Winchester after all."

You wiped your eyes and smile up at him. Being a Winchester doesn't mean much when the patriarch of the family was dead and gone, killed by the demon he had spent 2 decades hunting down. So no the Winchester name was not synonymous with resiliency in your eyes. Hell, they have all met death one way or another in their lives.

You look over at your husband and your heart breaks.  He looks so small and insignificant laying there.  If it wasn't for his chest moving,  you'd think he was dead. Your heart hurts as you realize he isn't out of the woods yet and that very thing could still be a possibility. 

Rounding the bed, you sit in the chair opposite your mother-in-law and take his free hand in yours. How could this have happened? What had you done to deserve this? To watch the man you love, the father of your child suffer. Tears burn behind your eyelids as you run your hand through his hair and down the side of his face. 

He doesn’t deserve this. Your husband is good, decent, generous; the best man you know. So why is it him lying here, comatose, while so many malevolent humans and monsters are out there roaming the world? Why is it him that has to suffer and endure so much pain? You guess he is in pain, anyway; you can’t really tell because he is unconscious.    

A whimper pulls your attention from him to the corner where your brother-in-law is holding a waking Mavelin. She doesn’t need to see her father like this so you stand up and kiss his forehead before approaching the sofa to take her from him.

As you reach out for her, he stands with her, her little head still laying on his shoulder. 

“No, you stay with him,” he whispers. “I’ll take her on a journey around the hospital. Maybe we will hit up the cafeteria or snack machines.” He says, smiling down at you.

“Okay,” you concede and watch as he strolls out of the room.

“What about Castiel? Where is your angel friend?” Mary speaks up. Since her return, she still isn’t comfortable with the fact that her sons and step-son, along with her daughter-in-law, are all friends with a creature she considers supernatural and couldn’t bring herself to completely trust the celestial being.

“I don’t know Mary,” you answer honestly. After Cas had almost caught you and your brother-in-law in act and had informed you of the accident, he had disappeared. “He came to the Bunker and told us about your accident but in my panic I didn’t think to ask if he was going to be here. Why?”

“Well, I just thought-” she begins. “-he’s an angel and angels have the ability to heal. He’s healed us somewhat before. Maybe he could lay hands on my son and take this all away.”

Mary’s words resonated inside your head. Why hadn’t you thought of that?! Closing your eyes, you prayed to your feathered friend.

“Cas, I don’t know where you are. I know we kind of just left you there once you told us about the accident but I am begging you, please, come to the hospital and heal them. Please?”

A flutter of wings causes you to open your eyes to see the trench-coated angel standing at the foot of the bed, looking between you, your husband and your mother-in-law.

“Cas!” you exclaim on a breath. “Can you heal him? Use your powers and help him recover?”

The blue-eyed angel looked at you wistfully. “I wish I could Y/N. But my powers are not what they should be. My returned grace has not returned to optimum power. I am unable to heal right now.”

Your whole body deflated hearing his confession. You had hoped that the angel could work his magic and your husband would wake up as good as new. But then you realize, of course life wasn’t going to work out for you that way. You were being punished. God or some other higher power was chastising you, penalizing you for being weak and succumbing to your brother-in-law. You just hoped he, or she, wouldn’t go to drastic measures and kill your husband. 

The ECG monitor above the bed starts beeping rapidly before it goes into one monotone long tone and the green lines that were once climbing and falling on the screen are now one single flat line.  

Dun dun dun.....rememeber threats and initmidations to my inbox please. LOL Part 8 will be posted tomorrow evening at 6 PM.

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#supernatural #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #mary winchester #adam milligan #castiel #reader insert #choose the brother #choose your winchester #smut #angst #cheating #maybe a death #???

[thelittlehansy]

Even tought i like a frozen heart i have some issues with the book mostly at the end...

I mean i just have the feeling that Elizabeth rudnick mixed two subject hans crimes the fact that he is a grown adult responsable and hans awful treatment by his family since forever.

Anna choose to send him home knowing the possibilites of his family to be malevolent toward him and even if in some part she ask herself maybe he had lied ? but she even consider the fact that no he didnt lied to her even based herself on their malevolent side to punish him.

"Let his father and brothers deal with him if they are truly as terrible as Hans says they are"

Anna about hans punishement.

So at the end of the book anna watch him from the distance and the book said anna know that a fate worse than any in arendelle will wait him but each time she start to pity him.

She rememeber he was a adult responable of his actions no matter how miserable his life was.

Yeah ...but hans could have deal with his crimes like a grown ass adult

By assuming a trial

By Working as a servant

By rotting in Prison

By by send to death or hang for his crimes.

They were many many many possibilities for hans to assume his crimes , like a responsable adult the book makes me really thing they tried to hard to said that hans be send home was the only solution for him to assume his crimes when this is false.

but the choice anna did is to send him back to his abusive family knowing a worse fate than any in arendelle will wait him.

( Also at the end of the book hans beg the guards to not send him back home but in a following chapter anna watch him from the distance while the guards carry him to the boat so they are even possibilites anna saw him begged )

So to me at the end of the book this is only anna making the choose to send him to his malevolent family its has nothing to do with hans be a repsonsable adult guilty of his crimes anna could have perfectly punish him without sending home but she makes this choice admiting that if they are sooooo terrible they are the one that should deal with him.

It is mainly anna wanted hans to suffer a lot from what he had to done to her.

And we said a lot that hans can be glad they only send him home after what hans did but the fact...is that anna intentions change everything ! He didnt was send home because they give him a privilege anna send him home to punish him the best she could.

So yeah in some way i find that sick ! Because i dont like the very vengenful side of the end. I dont like that kind of moral And i dont like how the book tried to tell this is alright to send a victim of abuse to his abusers because He is a grown ass adult responable of his crimes.

I would really like to insisit by this post i dont try to makes blame anna for hans crimes or anything of cooooooourse anna is the victim and hans the criminal. ( like this is something a hans antis will tried to deduce from my post i guess 😄)

But there is two subject here :

Hans crimes

Hans treatment by his family since he is little and their crimes toward him.

In the end even if it is legitimate from anna part to me it dont fit anna whole personality i mean she is someone sweet caring empatic and full of forgiveness not someone vengenful, bitter , happy of others misery. so i like to developp her on that point and give her remorse once she learn that in fact hans family is worse than what he said in some idea of fanfic and she send him to hell knowing they were terrible people and counting on that part to punish him.

#prince hans #hans #a frozen heart #hans westergaard #frozen hans #frozen anna #anna #disney villains

[inbarfink]

Do you ever think about the fact that by venting his frustration and grief about Miles' 'death' at Franziska the way he did, Phoenix was just yet another person in Franziska's life who saw her as nothing more than an extension of her father?

Not saying that it was not... understandable, considering everything at the time. I mean, Franziska is not exactly a person who makes herself easy to befriend. But it would be deeply reductive to put the fact that they can't get along purely on Franziska being Franziska and forgetting that Phoenix played a HUGE part in them starting off on the wrong foot. 

When Phoenix remeets with Franziska in Bridge to Turnabout, he first asks her "Don't tell me you still hold a grudge against me...because of what happened to your father..." - even though that was never her intentions in Justice for All! She wasn’t mad at him for putting Manfred in jail, her motivations were entierly Miles-related. 

Now it's easy to chuck it up to Bad Writing. It IS totally possible the writers just straight-up forgot the twist regarding Franziska’s motivation in JFA. Or prehaps they wanted to simplfy matters since this scene is basically a recap for those who picked ‘Trials and Tribulations’ as their first AA game. But if you need an in-universe explantion, remember that five seconds before that, Phoenix didn't even rememeber who she is and what her name is. His mind is still clearly Fucked due to his poor health. But the fact that he first remembers his false assumption about Franziska’s motivations and not the truth is... telling.

Like, by the end of 'Justice for All', Phoenix realized that he judged Miles and his actions and motivations wrong due to grief - but I'm not sure he fully... internalized the ways he was wrong about Franziska. Phoenix is stubborn, he has a hard time changing his mind about people, that's a fact about him. It's a good quality when it means he can still see the good in Miles even after he tried to get him jailed for murder. It's a bad quality when it came to Dahlia Hawthorne, and it's also a bad quality when it means Phoenix can't shake the feeling Franziska is just like Manfred.  

And like, him and Franziska both being motivated by grief about Miles Edgeworth, that just shows how *similar* they are. I dunno if Phoenix wants to admit that either. Espasically since he'd probably see Franziska as a not-very-flattering reflection. (And vice versa, honestly). But 'Bridge to Turnabout' also serves as... not a turnabout, but a gradual change in Phoenix's understanding of Franziska. They are allies for all of the investigation and are on the same page about... a lot of things (Protect Maya, Protect Miles, Godot is Obnoxious). I feel like by the end of that adventure, maybe Phoenix started to *really* see Franziska as her own person. He not only admitted the ways she contributed to the case (It would have been easy for him to just see the first trial as Miles’ achivement, since he was working for the defense - but no, he spesifically thought that it was thanks to *both of them*), but he also has an easier time recognizing her small moments of vulnerability.

In Justice For All’s Farewell My Turnabout, there’s a moment where Phoenix confront Franziska on the way she used Adrian Andrews and her ‘weakness’ and almost got her into serious troubles. Franziska obviously starts feeling guilty about that, and lashes out by whipping Phoenix to shut him up. Phoenix reads it as her whipping him for ‘winning the argument’. He doesn’t consider the idea Franziska might feel actual guilt, even if she’s still not facing it in a totally-healthy manner. Meanwhile, at the ending of Bridge to Turnabout; Phoenix immediately recognize that her bufflement and curiosity over Maya’s abillity to handle grief as a result of Franziska’s own grief. He’s getting better at ‘getting’ Franziska as a person.

#ace attorney #franziska von karma #phoenix wright #Justice for All #Trials and Tribulations

[gal-liveblogs]

A parting gift from an old flame, it was given to one of my splinters in a distant timeline before ending up in my posession via lots of complicated shit that I don't wanna get into.

O.K. So someone gave some version of Dirk Hussie painting of a quarterback fighting a horse. I have an intense desire to know who.

"Dear Dirk, In memory of our precious time together. When you look at it, think of me, and be reminded that while we breathe, we Hope." -B.O

Oh fuck me, it was Obama. Jesus Christ, I can’t.

O.K., I had been wondering what this stuff in the corner was, but didn’t comment as I couldn’t think of how to describe them. Now, though, we have a bigger picture and that’s a cherub paint set and an old troll horn headband. Probably Calliope’s stuff.

This set of paints and the charred remains of my HORNED HEADBAND are the only surviving relics of the first and last WORLDWIDE INTERSPECIES ROLEPLAYING SESSION we ever attempted on Earth C.

Oh. Not Calliope’s. They are, in fact, Dirk’s. The Interspecies Roleplaying Session was probably orchestrated by Calliope, though.

Calliope got it into their head that dressing up in cosplay would be a fun community activity.

Right on the money!

In other news Dirk’s trollsona has a unicorn horn. So it’s not that the headband was tilted and the other horn was hidden behind the paint set like I thought. Also Dave’s trollsona has dick horns. I am not surprised. Weird how Dirk, Dave, and Rose didn’t bother to give themselves black hair. Rose gave herself yellow scleras, but couldn’t commit to the black hair it seems.

Vantas had some very uncharitable things to say about the idea, and for once in his life I think he was right.

I mean, it’s like when white people dress as Native Americans for Halloween. I can understand his anger. Though even if he didn’t have a good reason Karkat would have still been angry, I’m sure.

Plants are basically the ideal friends. They don't constantly question your decisions, or try and undermine your authority, or suggest that perhaps you should try talking about your feelings every once in a while.

I think Dirk’s issue with Homestuck getting too feelings-y was that he doesn’t like talking about his own feelings.

Wait. Does Terezi have some form of narrative control? She made it clear in one of the Epilogues that she was aware of Dirk’s narration. I’m going to assume that while Terezi herself can’t narrate, she can submit commands.

DIRK: I see you've found the command terminal.

Oh. So she can submit commands not through her own power, but because there’s one of those exile command terminals things on this ship. O.K. They have everything else on this ship, might as well have one of those too.

TEREZI: 1T S33MS TO M3 L1K3 L3TT1NG M3 BOSS YOU 4ROUND FOR 4 F3W M1NUT3S 1S TH3 L34ST YOU COULD DO TO M4K3 UP FOR WH4T PROB4BLY 4MOUNTS TO TH3 MOST BOR1NG 1NT3RG4L4CT1C VOY4G3 1N TH3 H1STORY OF SP4C3 TR4V3L

I don’t know, I think Jade’s voyage after Davesprite and John blew up might be a good contender for that title. Then again Jade had practice not having anyone with a degree of intelligence around to talk to. Then again she still had the internet on her island and could talk to her friends, unlike on the Prospit ship.

TEREZI: 4ND CONS1D3R1NG TH4T ON3 OF MY TWO PR1OR 3XP3R13NC3S 1NVOLV3D SCOUR1NG TH3 FR4CTUR3D, D1S1NT3GR4TING CORPS3 OF P4R4DOX SP4C3 FOR... WH4T F3LT L1K3 4N 3T3RN1TY,

Oh yeah, I guess that would also be a contender too.

DIRK: What, Heart and Mind?

TEREZI: M1ND 4ND H34RT, Y3S

I have a feeling Terezi purposefully switched them around to make her aspect first and to just be a tiny annoyance to Dirk.

Dirk, how dare you use Complacency of the Learned to even out a chair! Does Rose know you’re using her book like that?

> L1B3R4T3 L4LOND14N L1BR4RY

Thank you, Terezi.

TEREZI: DO3S ROS3 KNOW YOUV3 B33N US1NG ON3 OF H3R NOV3LS TO PROP UP TH4T DISGUST1NGLY T4CKY CH41R?

Terezi and I are one.

DIRK: (I captchalogue the book into my MSPA MODUS. Forget HASH MAPS, PICTIONARY, or any of that shit. This thing is where it's at.)

What the FUCK does MSPA Modus entail???

TEREZI: 4W WH4T TH3 H3LL

TEREZI: TH3 CH41R W4S SUPPOS3D TO F4LL OV3R

DIRK: I'm not sure I understand. Why would it? The four legs are all touching the floor.

TEREZI: ...

DIRK: Try not to think about it too hard.

Ha!

TEREZI: FOR SOM3ON3 WHO CL41MS TO KNOW 4 LOT 4BOUT JOK3S YOU SUR3 H4V3 CONT1NU3D TO S4Y B4S1C4LLY NOTH1NG FUNNY 3V3R

Oooh, burn! When I get around to doing my fourth read of Homestuck I’ll have to tally any instances of Dirk telling a funny joke just to see if this holds up.

For a second there I was really confused over what fractal nonsense was happening here, but then I remembered Dirk is controlling the narrative. That includes the pictures, not just the text.

DIRK: Not many really understand that when pleasure is taken seriously enough, it can easily mimic the appearance of business, just as when irony is practiced with enough passion, it becomes indistinguishable from sincerity.

So Dirk’s idea of loosening up and having fun, whether for the irony or sincerity of it, is drawing himself in romantic situations with Jake. Yeah, that pans out.

(Seriously, why is Jake such a heartthrob? John is described as dorky looking and he and Jake are practically carbon copies.)

TEREZI: DO YOU... W4NT TO T4LK 4BOUT 1T...?

DIRK: Absolutely the fuck not.

Terezi, did you seriously expect him to answer with anything else?

This feels like a meme image.

TEREZI: TH4TS TH3 ON3 TH1NG 1 4LW4YS FOUND D1FF1CULT 4BOUT M4K1NG COM1CS W1TH D4V3

TEREZI: YOU H4V3 TO DR4W 333333V3RYTH1NG >:[

God, hard agree. This is why I could never have a comic. As much as I’d like to I just get burnt out with all that tedious drawing.

DIRK: Exactly. But sometimes, visuals are just a more effective way of doing things.

DIRK: So finding the right combination of words and pictures to communicate an idea efficiently is where the artistry lies.

DIRK: And sometimes that means dispensing with one or the other entirely when appropriate.

See, this is why the Homestuck style comic is so interesting. I don’t think other comics combined panels and text like Homestuck did, and now there are so many copies of the style out there!

Woah, I feel like I just got whiplash with the disappearance of the panels!

For the sake of precedent, I'm saying that we can cloak the visuals entirely and continue with narration alone, replacing the panel with a block of text like this, which we can call a “prattle” from now on.

Right, so when we go into a more book-like format it’s a prattle. Got it. Good name, since it’s just Dirk droning on to himself.

So then Dirk narrates Terezi using the command terminal to get him to do a slew of bizarre actions. He says it’s to show how much can be done in a short amount of time (a single block of text as opposed to 50 panels), but I have a feeling the real reason is so that we, the readers, don’t actually get to see him doing any of this stuff. He doesn;t get an audience to such an embarrassing display and he gets to rub our faces in it.

She has me undertake the most intense workout routine paradox space has ever seen, all while whistling the entire discography of the Swedish pop group ABBA, which she's taken a liking to recently for some god forsaken reason.

Terezi likes ABBA? That’s amazing. I need a video of Terezi singing and dancing along with Dancing Queen now.

(... And which coincidentally was a favorite cultural weapon of Her Imperious Condescension back on Earth, centuries ago. Mamma Mia in particular was repurposed as a sugar-coated propagandist piece, calling for worldwide submission to the Batterwitch's dictatorship. "My my, how can I resist ya," as the old saying goes.)

HOLY SHIT. Now I just had a headcanon that all trolls love ABBA.

DIRK: I told you I could have fun.

TEREZI: Y34H YOU SUR3 SHOW3ED M3 1 GU3SS

Dirk, are you saying Terezi purposefully trying to torture you was actually fun? ... Are you secretly a masochist? Do you... Do you like being bossed around and forced to do ridiculous stunts? I am learning so many things about Dirk I never expected.

TEREZI: WH4TS TH1S TH1NG OV3R 1N TH3 CORN3R

TEREZI: UND3RN34TH TH1S B1G SH33T TH1NG

DIRK: Don't look in there.

TEREZI: OH SHHHH 1M ONLY T4K1NG 4 P33K

DIRK: Terezi.

DIRK: Listen to me.

TEREZI: 1M JUST L1FT1NG UP TH3 COV3R 4 L1TTL3 W4YS!!!!

DIRK: Terezi please stop talking right now.

TEREZI: D1RK HOLY SH1T

TEREZI: W

Well that sounds sinister. With Dirk I would think ti was a robot of some kind, but given his new hobby of collecting things from various timelines and his skill in building it could literally be anything.

At first I was confused at the three panels that follow, showing Dirk’s room in disarray, but then I rememebered that Dirk did a whole bunch of shit we didn’t get to see because we were in Book Time.

ROSEBOT: So, I guess today is finally the day everything's been heading towards.

I honestly thought she was going to say “today is finally the day we fuck everything up”. Not sure if the actual line counts as a callback or not now.

ROSEBOT: Instead, it feels like the very notion of fortune is simply out of the question as a means of describing the potential outcome.

ROSEBOT: As though in this moment, luck isn't either strictly real or not real, or somewhere inbetween, but absent of meaning completely.

ROSEBOT: Luck took one look at our itinerary from here on out and said you'll just have to go on without me.

So it’s Schrödinger's Luck of Who Gives a Shit? Been reading so much Dirk I tried to channel my inner Strider there. Moving on I feel like this is a very bad situation for Rose to be in. Her Aspect is luck, so what does it mean for her when she’s in a position like this?

ROSEBOT: You aren't going to believe this, but it turns out that the deranged horny ramblings of a spurned anime-obsessive have essentially no therapeutic properties whatsoever.

Rose is a gift.

I wish I could copy and paste Dirk’s whole spiel about the ocean, both literal and metaphorical, but since it’s Dirk it’s just way too long. Suffice to say I thought it was some lovely writing and really got the the meat of who Dirk is as a character. His loneliness, his fear, his eventual peace, what it means to be an ascended Prince of Heart. Good stuff.

DIRK: What's that noise I'm hearing.

DIRK: It sounds a little bit like a cat being caught in a ventilation fan. A sort of...

DIRK: Inhuman screeching, combined with the grinding of metal.

DIRK: Are we even going to make it to the ground?

ROSEBOT: Oh, no,

ROSEBOT: The ship's fine as far as I can tell.

ROSEBOT: That's just Terezi laughing.

Terezi is also a gift.

Then we end with a rather pretty image of the ship coming in for a crash landing on an Earth-like planet. I would share it, but it’s a tall panel and this post is long enough as it is. Very curious what this planet is. I would guess it might be a Earth, but the landmasses don’t look like any on Earth. Could be artistic license,  but I feel like we have too many Earths as it is. Let’s get some new planets up in here!

#homestuck 2 #homestuck 2 liveblog #liveblog #gal liveblogs

[flowerpowell]

Second Chances (Drake x MC / Liam x MC)

Part Four

Part four is here, which mean we’re getting closer to the end! Forgive me for all mistakes I might have made but I’m sick and tried really hard to have this part up for today. As always any feedback is very much appreciated!

Credit goes to Pixelberry, I don’t own the characters and some events

Rating: PG-16 (mature language; just in case)

Word count: 1824

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It’s been a week since Riley and Drake last spoke.

It’s been a week since Riley gave her engagement ring back to Drake.

It’s been a week since Drake moved out.

It’s been a week since Riley begged Liam to take away her title and let her go back to New York.

It’s been a week since Drake spoke to anyone.

It’s been a whole week since Drake was sober for the last time.

And it’s been the worst week in Drake’s, Riley’s, and Liam’s lives.

~~~~

“Drake! Drake!”

“Brooks?” Drake rubbed his eyes, “What are you doing here? I thought you broke up with me?”

Riley walked up to him and sat down next to him on his bed. “And that’s it? You’ll let me go, just like that?”

Drake sat down, looking at her curiously. “And what am I supposed to do? You don’t even remember being in love with me. I can’t force you to love me.”

Riley shook her head in disbelief. “Fight Drake. I fought for you like crazy, I can’t count how many times I had to convice you that you were worthy of me, of my love. How many times I had to prove you’re the only one for me. And I can’t believe after all I did, you just give up on me.” She started getting up but Drake gripped her wrist.

“But what do I do? You love Liam, you said you don’t love me.”

Riley looked at his and smiled. “Then make me fall in love with you again. I did it once, I might as well do it again.”

“But...”

“No buts. Do you love me?” Riley asked, her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. “More than anything.”

“Then prove it. Fight for me. For us. If you still care, that is.” Drake opened his mouth to say something more but Riley started slowly disappearing. “Riley?! Riley! What’s happening, don’t go, please, Riley, come back! Riley!!!”

“Riley!” Drake woke up, still in his clothes, couple of whiskey bottles around him. He sighed realizing it was only a dream. He closed his eyes again, but jumped out of the bed a minute later. Dream or not, Riley was right. She was fighting for him like crazy. This whole time Riley had to prove to him she didn’t love Liam, only Drake.  Now it was his turn to prove she loved Drake, not Liam. And he decided to do everything to get her back. To make her fall in love with him, again.

~~~~

“I’m so glad you’re here! Riley doesn’t want to eat or talk to anyone. You’re our only hope,” Hana urged Liam to check on her best friend. He just came to Valtoria, first time in a week.

“I’ll talk to her, thank you,” he said and Hana left him in front of Riley’s room. He gently knocked but didn’t receive any answer. Slowly, he opened the door and saw the woman he once loved so much lying on the bed, her back turned to him.

“May I come in?” he asked startling her.

“Liam!” she exclaimed, rolling out of the bed, “what are you doing here?”

Liam took a deep breath and entered her room, closing the door behind him. “We’re worried about you Riley. You’re not okay,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah? I’m curious how would you feel if you lost your memory and everyone was mad at you because you don’t remember your feelings. Yesterday, Olivia visited me and I wanted her to leave, because last thing I remembered was that she hated me, but apparently we’re friends now and she got offended. Oh, and also, I got engaged to a man I thought I disliked, and now he’s mad at me because I don’t remember loving him. And the person I do remember having feelings for is avoiding me. Pretty great life I have here, don’t I?”

Liam’s eyes widened at her outburst, but he tried to remain calm. “Riley, you’ll remember soon, I promise. It takes time.” He tried to take her hand but she brushed it off. “Riley...” he started.

“No, Liam. I can’t be here. I’m trying to understand what happened but it’s all so crazy, so overwhelming, I can’t take it anymore. And there is no one here who would explain this mess to me,” her eyes were glossy as she finished talking.

“I’m here Riley. Ask me, I’ll tell you everything,” he promised. Riley raised an eyebrow at him, “Everything?”

“Everything,” Liam nodded. Riley took a deep breath before asking. There were so many things she wanted to know but the most important was--

“Why you didn’t want to be with me?”

Liam looked at her, stunned by her question. “I-I wanted! I proposed to you. We were trying to find Tariq just to clear your name, all I could think about was you. But you were already in love with Drake and I was happy for you.”

“Liam, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I remember some bits and pieces. I remember morning jogging with Maxwell. I remember Paris. I remember the grotto. Yesterday, I remembered playing with Drake “Never Have I Ever.” But all this time, I remember being in love with you. I remebered warming up to Drake but that’s it.”

“Riley, I’m not sure what are you getting at...” Liam interrupted her.

“The thing is, no matter what happened, I’m still in love with you. And it hurts me to see you avoiding me.” She took a step towards him as he swallowed the lump in this throat.

“Riley, I-I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re with my best friend, I can’t possibly, I won’t, I...I,” Liam stuttered, startled by her confession.

“We’re not together anymore. We broke up last week,” she admitted. Liam stroked her cheek as she came closer to him. “It doesn’t matter Riley. It’s not that easy.” Riley kissed the inside of his palm and he took his hand away. She looked at him surprised. “Do you not love me anymore Liam?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“I don’t think it’s important,” he said honestly. A tear rolled down Riley’s cheek when she opened her mouth to speak. “I still have feelings for you, I think...I think I never stopped having them. And I would very much like to be with you Liam. I miss you. I think I might even love you.”

Liam took a sharp breath and closed his eyes trying to fight back his own tears. If his heart wasn’t broken enough before, it definitely was in pieces now. “Riley, I wish things were different more than anything but they’re not and we have to accept--”

“We don’t have to accept anything. We can be together.” she said with tears in her eyes.

Liam took step towards the door and opened it. He looked at her, she looked so sad that he wanted to forget about everything and pull her into a hug and never, ever, let go. But he couldn’t. Things weren’t that easy. “I do still love you Riley. I never stopped, not even for a second. And that’s why I need to go. And I hope you’ll regain your memory soon.”

And with that he left Riley, closing the door. He took a deep breath and counted to ten before heading towards the exit.

~~~~

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Drake yelled at Liam, when he saw him in the hall. “Drake, calm down, I just came to check on Riley.”

Drake spluttered, his eyes narrowed as if in doubt whether Liam was telling the truth. “Drake,” Liam tried to calm his friend down putting his hand on his shoulder but Drake only pulled it away angrily.

“Check on her, huh? Or maybe rather use the fact that she only remembers you?!”

“Drake...” Liam started but Drake didn’t let him finish.

“You know how hard it is when the love of your life doesn’t rememeber being in love with you? You know how hard it is to know that all she remembers is loving my best friend? You know how hard it is to see someone you love loving someone else?!” Drake barked at his friend. Liam looked at him, sadness and anger in his voice when he spoke. “I have an idea.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Drake asked, clearly confounded by Liam’s response.

“You think it’s easy for me?!” Liam snapped. “You think it’s easy for me when Riley is in love with me, when I love her, still, but I can’t do anything because my best friend is engaged to her. You think it’s easy for me to turn off all my feelings towards Riley? Stop acting like you’re the only one suffering, this whole situation hurts me more than you can possibly imagine!”

Drake stood stunned as his best friend slammed his fist on the wall and hissing, left the room. He heard Liam closing the door on his way out and decided to follow him.

“What the hell Liam? She’s not in love with you! She loves me, just doesn’t remember it!” Drake kept on yelling while Liam kept on ignoring him. “Liam! I’m talking to you! Stop acting like child!”

In an instant, Liam turned to Drake, his eyes burning with so much anger that Drake took a step back.

“A child? I am acting like a child? What about you, who can’t even calmly talk to your fiancee, oh sorry, ex fiancee, and instead you hide somewhere being drunk twenty four hours a day? Really mature of you,” Liam said coldly. Drake opened his mouth wanting to say something but Liam went on. “I’m sick of you, first of all it was you who got her into this accident. She could die because of you Drake! And now instead of being there for her you blame everyone but you for what happened. Maybe it’s for the best she doesn’t remember you,” Liam hissed and opened the door to the limo that was waiting for him.

“What the fuck? For the best? Are you out of your damned mind? What the fuck happened to you?” Drake was already losing it too. He had never seen his best friend, always a stoic diplomat, being such a mess.

Liam turned to his one last time before answering. “You really can’t appreciate her, can you? But if you can’t, I will. Maybe that’s my second chance. Maybe I should make of it. Maybe that’s my chance to be with Riley, for real this time. And you know what? I’m gonna use it. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure she’s mine again.”

#the royal romance #the royal romance fanfiction #drake walker #drake x mc #king liam #liam x mc #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices fanfiction

[myrandomthoughtsofrandomness]

REALLY?!!!

He fuckin yelled at me for asking about his other dog! He complained about something she was supposedly doing that I couldn"t see her doing wrong. And I said "what she is doing?" and he just yelled at me just like last night saying "it doesn't matter if you don't kniw what she is doing. I know what she is doing wrong and she knows that I don't like it!" WOW! Right?! I KNOW! (if i had any thought that he would hurt them, trust me. I'd remove them from the home in a heartbeat! 99% of the time, he's awesome with them. But that 1%... it's like DUDE! CHILL THE FUCK OUT!

I made dinner tonight. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he eats out and I just make something for myself. Due to his current condition, there are veggies I love but he can't have and there are ones that he just doesn't like. Well, tonight, he was home, so I made plenty of food and I knew he'd like it. Well, he tells me he's not all that hungry. That's fine. An hour later he heads into the kitchen, makes a whole box of mac n cheese, and eats the whole thing. He could've at least tried what I had made, or fixed himself a small plate. He knows that me cooking for a guy is a big deal. I just think it's rude.

See? This is what I am talking about. He just doesn't think about this kind of stuff. Not considerate at all!

So, my bday is tomorrow. We talked about it a few weeks ago. He had a free spa treatment that he wasn't going to use, so he set up an appointment and I went a few weeks ago. That's when he said he's spend the day with me and take me out to dinner. Well, the day turned into him spending it with a friend who is only in town for the day (fine, I'm understanding), and the dinner is now with his daughter. (This is not a big deal like I'm being introduced to the family or anything, cuz I already have several times.) So, I can't talk to him tomorrow night like Ihad planned about how I have been feeling lately. I was surprised that he even remembered my bday since we made plans over a week ago, twice, and he doesn't rememeber or even have said anything about it. It's not like I can say no about his daughter coming. She called him and he was out on the patio smoking, then he comes inside and says "hey so -------- is coming with us to dinner tomorrow, if that's ok with you." It's one thing if his family wanted to throw me a party, but tthat's not what's going on. Which also means that before and or after dinner, they'll hang out. What about what I want to do? I'd rather just be living alone and spending it alone. I've done that most of my adult life. This is harder when someone you live with and says that we are friends treats you like shit. He tells me daily "thank you for walking and feeding the dogs." Today, he say me vacuum and said "thank you for your help. I really appreciate it." You know, the words are nice to hear, but he sounds forced and not genuine. Plus, actions sure as hell speak louder than words! He used to take me out a few times a week just to hang out, show me around town, etc etc. If he had been busy and with family and friends and hadn't seen me in a few days, he'd want to hang out. He'd even just watch whatever I was watching and sit with me on the couch. Now, he'll say that "we're hanging out" because we are in the same room watching sports. But he's in and out to go smoke, or he's glued to his fuckin cellphone! In fact, if it were me and him tomorrow having dinner, we'd be sitting in silence cuz he'd just be scrolling thru social media and chatting wiith his fucking ex!!!

I CAN'T TAKE HIS SHIT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!

#myrandomthoughts #rant

[words-for-holland]

Happier (7) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N ultimately makes a choice that might just change the game. Tom is out with Natalie and LOTS of questions are asked. Is Unknown back for more mischief?

A/N: Wow 7 already?? Thanks again for the support!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Masterlist

Choices

No one goes through life without have to make choices. Sometimes, the choice is easy, but other times it becomes the most difficult, nervewrecking thing one can come across. The worst part...there’s no one to blame but yourself if you choose wrong. The day Y/N broke up with Tom was the most difficult and heartbreaking choice she could have ever done. But what would you do if you were given the option of saving everything your boyfriend had worked for his entire life and breaking both your hearts for a time being?

Now as Y/N lays in bed, surrounded by darkness and her two friends, she is left with another difficult choice. “This was your home. Your real home is in London with us.” Harrison’s words repeat in her head. “So what do you say?”

Her mind reminisces to every amazing moment she’s had in London. All the laughter, adventures, and love she’s shared with every one; it was everything Y/N could have wanted. Then she thought of Tom, and how her feelings were amplified with him. He made her feel more alive, but now miles and hearts apart, life was lifeless. The bad memories start to flood, reminding her of why she was back here in the first place.The messages, the media...Natalie. It made her sick to a point she had to get out of bed and go to the bathroom in order to cleanse away the energy.

As Y/N washed her face and looked in the mirror, she couldnt help but notice something strange in her reflection. “Yes, that’s exactly how you look when you’ve been betrayed and heartbroken.” A voice spoke out. Y/N displayed a look of confusion. It certainly wasn’t Harry or Harrison voice. The voice was femine. In fact...it sounded a little bit like...

“Hello? Earth to Y/N! I’m right here!” The voice exclaimed, as Y/N turned around to the sink and saw a version of herself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Y/N screams, backing up and hitting the cream colored wall.

“Calm down. It’s just your concious.” Y/N’s subconcious, casually stated as she took a sip off a nonexistant champagne glass. She was definitely dressed more classier than Y/N and her attitude was straight to the point. Traits Y/N had always wished she had.

“I definitely must be losing my mind.” Y/N shakes her head, her face plastered in disbelief. She takes a seat on the floor and starts to cradle her head.

“Oh sweetie, you’re not losing your mind. You just need help making another big decision in your life.” Her subconcious smiles, sitting down properly as she plays with her glass.

“Yeah...and where were you when I was breaking down because I had to choose leaving Tom or saving his career?” Y/N challenged as she picked her head up to look at her fiery clone.

“Well, I was hoping you’d have made the right choice then, but clearly looks like you’re incapable of doing that... so here I am.” Y/N’s subconcious gestures with a smile. “So? What’s it gonna be? Staying here or London with your man?” She asks fliratiously when she indirectly mentions Tom. “Here’s a hint. If you’re choosing to stay here, you’re choosing wrong.”

Y/N glares at her subconsious, her eyes filling up with annoyance. “Are you serious right now? After everything that’s happened...you want me to go back to London? God, I feel like a broken record. Why doesnt anyone get it?!”

“No, I think the real question is why dont you get it?” Her subconcious snaps. She stands up and moves closer to Y/N staring into her eyes, as if she was pulling out an inner truth. “You know that whole relationship is a ruse. You know Tom still loves you, and you’re the one spending all this useless time, trying to find an answer that you and I both know.”

Y/N stares down at the tiled floor, eyes welling up with tears. Her subconcious continues, “if you’re still thinking about those stupid messages and Unknown, just stop. Stop the bullshit. At some point in your life, you’re going to have to face the fear, the insecurities, and the threats. It’s a part of your life, and if you let that stop you, you’ll be miserable like this for as long as you live. Think about it.”

With a snap of her fingers, her subconcious disappeared and Y/N was left alone in the bathroom. The time ticking away as she stood silently deciding her future.

Back in London, Tom and Natalie had been give a stunt to pull off at the Kingston Farmers Market, where on even the rainiest day, the small quaint shops display their finest produce and trinkets. As the lovely couple make their way down the streets, Natalie wraps her arms around Tom’s as she snuggles into his neck to keep warm. Tom smiles at the gesture, but those that knew him, could easily point out it was the smile reserved for work.

As they walk hand in hand, Tom observes all the small stands and their beautiful displays, but one stopped him in his tracks completely. It was a small sweets stand that showcased their finest desserts and pastries. He remembered it very well from 3 years ago. After all, this was the exact spot where Y/N and Tom had their first date.

He rememebered the stroll they took as they walked down the cobbled road with all the wooden stalls lined up on each side. How Y/N ‘s tiny hand had fit perfect in his, fingers laced together, as they lightly swung back and forth. Tom could hear her laughing as she was telling him a story about her embarassing moments with her childhood friends. He remembered listening intently and smiling back, telling Y/N she was something else in the best way possible. Tom remembered how she stopped at this very spot, where he and Natalie now stood today.

“Do you want to take a look?” Tom asked, smiling as he saw Y/N looking at the desserts and pastries as if they were her first love. “You’re practically drooling.” He joked, only to get a slight shove from her.

“Am not!” Y/N laughs, keeping her eyes focused on the desserts. “Just admiring the view.”

“Ouch. Here I thought I was the view all along” Tom responds, putting a hand on his wounded heart. A moment of silence passed, but it was anything but akward. They smiled, looking into each others eyes. Tom took notice of every little detail that made up her delicate, soft face. He took her hand again as he lead her to the stall. “C’mon, lets see if we can find something to satisfy that sweet tooth of yours.”

As the two looked carefully at the display, one caught his eyes. It was big enough to share, shaped in a heart, and the best part...covered in chocolate and whipped cream. “How cheesy.” Y/N says as he picks it up.

Tom froze, his cheeks turning a slight pink. “Is it?”, he questions as he was about to put it back until Y/N stopped him.

“Cheesy, but in a good way.” Y/N says as she takes the pastry and hands it over to the cashier. Tom smiles at her, letting out a soft chuckle as he pays for it. They split it in half as they took a big bite, making sure to get every element of the pastry. It was soft, sweet, mushy, and crunchy all that the same time. As they each pulled away from the dessert, Tom noticed a little bit of cream lingering at the top of her lips. “You got a little something there.” Tom laughs pointing to where it was.

Y/N tried to lick it off, unsuccessfully as Tom shakes his head. He comes in closer leaning in as his lips touched hers, making an effort to wipe off the cream. Their lips lingered for a few seconds, slowing and reluctantly parting away. He could never forget how soft her lips were, and how a thousand butterflies exploded the moment he first kissed her at that very stand.

“Better?” She asks as she looks down, hiding her rather giddy smile.

“Better than I could have imagined.”

It was in that moment, Tom had woken up from his daydream of the past. “Tom! C’mon! You could at least act like you’re interested in me for the cameras.” Natalie snaps him out, showing evidence of annoyance. She grabbed his arm again as they walked towards the sweet stall, tainting the memories of Y/N and Tom’s first date. Natalie’s face softens as she looks at the display and then looks at Tom as he eyes the one pastry. “Look I’m sorry. I didnt mean to lash out like that. It’s just..I’m really trying to help you get over this and make you feel better, while being in this situation, but you’re not really helping me out here.”

“I’m sorry Natalie. Im just...not really feeling up to this.” Tom admits as he looks at Natalie with a solemn smile.

Natalie rolls her eyes, as she hears the same response from him for the 50th time since the fiasco happened. “Tom, I get you’re still heartbroken and all I told you Im trying to be here for you, especially since Harrison and Harry are god knows where. But I need some effort on your end. Plus you did agree to do the PR.”

Tom looks at her with digust, glaring into her dull brown eyes. “Only because your publicist threatened me pictures of Y/N and some bloke she was with!”

Natalie crosses her arms listening to Tom as if it wasn’t a big deal. “You mean her new boyfriend? And my publicist never threatend you. She just...simply stated facts.”

“He isn’t her boyfriend!” He says as his voice starts to boom with anger. “And I was stupid enough to believe it and wait for Y/N to say it herself. She told me your publicist worked with Y/N’s friend and sent it in...Is it true?”

Natalie looks at him, frozen with fear, her top lip shaking just a little. “You know? She called you?” She asks.

“It doesn’t matter if she did or didnt. Is it true?” Toms asks again.

“I don’t know Tom. I know only as much as you during that meeting. And why would you believer what comes out of her mouth. Maybe she’s playing you. She broke your heart and I dont see why she wouldn’t do it again by manipulating you with facts that could or couldn’t be true.” Natalie speaks out as she continues to look away. “C’mon the paparazzi are here.”

Tom looks at her in disbelief, scoffing at her response. He drops his arm from her hands as he walks away. Natalie stands there watching him, as she felt her phone vibrate.

Unknown

Pushing him away, pushes away your dreams ❤️

Natalie stares at the notification, her face turninng pale as if she had seen a ghost. This wasn’t how the game was supposed to work, and yet here she was. She knew exactly what the text meant and perhaps even worse...knew exactly who it came from, which made it all more impossible to fight back.

A few days had passed, and Tom comes down to the kitchen to see Harrison and Harry entering the house setting down their luggages and bags. “And where the hell did you two divs go?” Tom questions them, evidently pissed off that they both went somewhere without a word. He was ready to say more when he saw Y/N walk through the doors with her baggage in hand. To say he was surprised was an understatement. In fact he was shocked, over the moon. He discreetly piched himself to see if he was dreaming. He certaintly was not. Y/N was here.

“Y/N” was all he could manage out. “I..I..”. It had been months since he last saw her, and yet she still looked beautiful even if she had no makeup and showed signs of distress. It broke his heart immensely to see her in this state.

“Dont get too excited. Im only here cause Harrison and Harry wouldn’t leave me alone if I didnt come.” Y/N grumbles as she brings her stuff in.

Natalie heads down the stairs to join the group, eqUally as shocked to see Y/N back. “Oh...you’re..you’re back.” She states nervously and clearly annoyed. Everything they had set up was no longer going according to plan.

“I am. I’m gonna go set my stuff up in the attic.” Y/N speaks out as she awkwardly makes her way upstairs.

“You know what. I’m sure you boys have a lot to talk about, so I’ll just make my way to my room.” Natalie quickly says, disappearing from the room.

Tom, Harry, and Harrison were left in the room. All three staring down at each other. “You went to see her?” Tom spits out. “And didn’t tell me?”

“Tom. We need to talk.” Harrison says as he sits him down ready to speak out on everything that has been waiting to be brought to light.

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