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a-simple-imagine · 3 years

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Day 12 - Adolescence Syndrome pt. 1

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a murderous death eater can be a lot of work and one day something really weird starts to happen but luckily you strike up a friendship with the brightest witch of your age and she’s determined to help.

Pairing: Hermione Granger x LeStrange!reader

Words: 1.2k+

A/N - The anime this is based off is called ‘Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai’ but you don’t have to know anything about it to read the story. It’s a little weird but should work out as a sweet story

Warnings - mentions of bullying and curses

The name LeStrange was praised by many and feared by many more. A name that was both a privilege and a curse. Your family was part of the sacred twenty-eight but with your mother locked up in Azkaban for being a loyal death eater who used the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottom family, you didn't receive a lot of respect. In fact, it was pretty much the exact opposite. Whenever you mentioned your last name or mother, things always got awkward. Often described as eccentric or just straight-up psychotic; you were the weird girl with the insane mother. In turn, it was no surprise that you ended up isolating yourself from others. It was simply easier than dealing with the names and funny looks. Stupidly at the grand old age of eleven, you were convinced things would change when you received your letter in the mail inviting you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. These kids didn't know you or anything about your family.

A cloudy dull sky cast the alley in dim light as you were dragged around Diagon alley in search of supplies for school. A few paces behind your aunt and uncle and their eleven-year-old son who couldn't stop asking for things. As distinguished as your family was, they didn't stop the odd looks and creepy side-eye from other shoppers. Did they even know who you were? A long sigh passes your lips as an old woman measures the length of your arms for your new Hogwarts robe, she drones on about how exciting it was to be going and how much fun she had back in her day. You weren't in a particularly chatty mood but you could hear Malfoy chatting to someone while he was getting fitted for his. He seemed excited to be going to school; he was bragging about how he was going to be put in Slytherin. Oh how you were hoping he'd get Hufflepuff or something, that would destroy him. It was a long process in Olivanders trying to get a wand; you went through at least twenty before a wand finally chose you. Your Aunt, Narcissa, held your hand as you walked along feeling less excited as the day went on. As Lucius took Draco somewhere else, she let you pick out a pet to take with you. They had never seemed to be pet people but you guess this was their way of cheering you up; you decided on a pure white cat with shimmering blue eyes. They assured you before leaving for Hogwarts that everything would be fine but they overestimated your confidence. The train to the school was long and lonely so you buried your face in a book and thus your Hogwarts journey began. Everything was fine until they called out your full name; of course, you were put in Slytherin as well as Draco who had been ignoring you since the train. Nobody was surprised. Your mother was also in Slytherin. Probably your father too but whose to know. Once students discovered your name they immediately started treating you differently just like everyone else in your life.

Looking back you probably could have done more to counter the rumours and sly comments that were being spread around. Maybe if you had tried to be more open and friendly than you wouldn't be so alone now. Shunned by other students, you spent all your free time by yourself. Obviously, you have classes with other students but they all had their own friendship groups. Discovering the joys of the school library, soon enough you started spending a lot of time looking through the shelves and reading different books. You could spend hours and hours in this dark and dusty place hidden away in the corner. That was actually how you ended up meeting her, or more like, how you ended up first talking to her in a social manner. Hermione Granger. The two of you actually shared a lot of classes but it wasn't like you had ever talked properly. Nowadays you talked more because over your time at Hogwarts the two of you had bonded in the library and started studying together. She was pretty much the only one who didn't back away at the mere mention of your name.

"So are you going home for Christmas?" You ask softly as you turn the page of your history book.

"I am," Hermione confirms with a small nod. "Are you?"

"I'm not too sure yet," The Malfoy family weren't particularly bad towards you but they almost always asked about school and it was very awkward having to admit you didn't really fit in. Your Aunt says you should be proud of your name but it's hard when it's the reason everyone seems to think you're gonna do something bad towards them. "Might try Christmas at Hogwarts this year."

"If you don't mind me asking, since you're mother is... do you stay with your father?"

That's right, nobody in this school knew anything about you. Did they know that you were related to Malfoy? It wasn't like he ever talked to you unless he was forced to. "No. I actually stay with the Malfoy family."

"The Malfoys?"

"They're the only side of my family, I know. They're nice enough people, if not a little strict. My aunt really cares though and I appreciate them taking me in."

"Wait, so Malfoy is your cousin?" She seemed a little surprised by the revelation. You assumed most people knew that Narcissa was related to your mother but guess it was still weird to say out loud.

"Yeah," you nod. "Sadly.".

"Now that I think about it, it makes sense but you two are nothing alike despite being raised together,"

"Yeah... to be honest, his parents aren't as strict when it comes to me," A gentle sigh left your lips. "I guess it's because I'm not their child plus growing up as a LeStrange instead of a Malfoy meant we were always treated differently by those around us,"

"People have always treated you differently?"

"Pretty much. The name LeStrange is like a bad omen has been for years now- everyone thinks I'm exactly like my mother."

"That's hard to believe considering how quiet and shy you are." Hermione looks to you for a moment before going back to working through her equations.

"Is that a compliment?" You wonder, continuing to flip through your textbook. Unravelling some parchment, you grab your quill to start working out a plan.

"It's certainly not a bad thing," Hermione offers a tiny smile. "I'm sorry that people are so awful to you just because of who your mother is."

"No need to apologise, It's not your fault," You assure her. "I'm sorry that Draco and his friends are so awful to you."

"I can handle Malfoy and his minions but you have to deal with everyone."

"I don't mind," Was that a lie? You couldn't be sure. Over time you certainly had grown used to it but that didn't necessarily mean that you were just okay with it. Sometimes it got to you more than other days. "Nowadays people have sort of just started ignoring me all together which means I can study in peace."

"That's a bonus," That was one way to look at it at least. In big block letters, you write the word 'Plan' and start writing some notes to help with the introduction to your essay.

"I wish everyone would leave me alone when I try to study." No, You don't. You think but don't say. It wasn't like you wanted everyone to completely ignore your existence.

"Stuck with me then," You nudge her a little. "Everyone else will run a mile."

// NEXT

#Hermione Granger #hermione granger x reader #Harry Potter #hermione granger imagine

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cs-discourse · 5 years

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since someone wanted some rp salt and i just finished writing a reply to one of the many things i write with my wonderful and amazing lovely writing friend, i'm going to tell you guys the story of the time i was very stupidly accused of stealing someone's basic as fuck role play idea (and yes mine was basic as fuck too but it had a little more substance to it at least).

this happened super long ago so i sadly don't have the messages these two people sent me anymore and the details are a little fuzzy, but i'll do my best to tell it with as much detail as i can. i've also not had a real sleep in several days so there's that too and i'm so sorry if that leads to this making no sense

but ! anyway. so around the time i was near the end of transitioning from nothing but group rps to strictly 1x1s and still did the cringey "open" things for character spots in a post for those, i had this 1x1 with someone i was friends with at the time. i think it was our second ?? maybe first ? one together, and the plot was it's the children of Harry Potter characters, and there's this big evil like good ol' moldy oldy voldy coming in. at the same time, there was this group Harry Potter role play with the plot of children of Harry Potter characters going to school, with similar coding to what mine had at the time, because it was during the phase of people discovering text symbols and using the block ones ( █ ) to line either side, with a font image and a gif beneath the font image in the center.

now, i had seen the existence of that rp, because i was into Harry Potter at the time and i'm of course going to look at it, but i never gave it more than a glance, and the only thing i saw was that Draco Malfoy was married to Astoria Greengrass, which i hadn't known at the time because then i hated Draco (oh young me how the times have changed you love him and write a thing with him now with your wonderful writing friend), and that was it. i had seen nothing more, not the plot, not anything else other than the coding (which again was extremely common at the time) and her name, so imagine my surprise when one day little me gets on chicken smoothie ready to write some hot garbage™ as i did everyday and i get a pm from this person i've never seen before, or ever spoken with, asking if they could write the spot of the Slytherin character i had labeled as open for personal reference to me and my partner in that. when i tell them that hey stranger, that spot isn't open to you, it's a 1x1, they come back to me with the usual sort of "i didn't want to join it anyway, it's just a copy of *this person's* role play!1!1111!1!!!!" and i'm just??? boi, the fuk? i tell them i've never seen the plot of that before and i don't even know what that group rp is about, and low an behold the owner of that comes flying into my messages on their entitled firebolt broomstick 5000 saying hey, why'd you steal my shit? knowing how much of a little rule following little shit i used to be and how much of a pretentious goodey-twoshoes asshole i used to sound like i probably didn't respond as maturely or calmly or just well in general as i should have (and person if you happen to read this you have my sincerest apology for that), but i basically explained how until then, i had never even seen the plot of theirs before, and that it's not a plot you can exactly steal to begin with because everyone does it including miss queen of "oh hey all these characters are suddenly *insert woke point thing here*" and i don't respect some of my characters (read Draco's pottermore page my god it shows how she has zero respect for him and is fucking disturbed by girls [what about the boys and lovely non binary people and those who identify as something else?] liking him) whatsoever J.K Rowling, you know, the author? the lady who wrote the fucking books and later the cursed child? they then come back to me and go something like "well then where'd you get those text symbols then?" as if i had stolen them from their rp and i then link them to the site i got them from which has all of the symbols and that shut them up and they never sent me anything again boom the end.

anyway that was a lot longer than i intended it to be and probably really boring for everyone else besides me who is still salty and amused about that situation, and i'm so so sorry for that, but i tried to make it as amusing as i can and thought it might be a nice little happy thing to help people feel a little bit better with all the confessions coming out (and to those who have spoken up, i am so ridiculously proud of you all and i so hope you're healing now and if you ever need to talk i'm always here <333333 i've not gone through that kind of experience exactly but i've been through something similar and i definitely understand how it feels to go through that) and i hope it at least gives someone a little laugh or smile <3

peace you funky little salt gremlins, love you all <3

#cs discourse #submission

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nightbts · 5 years

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through the night | jjk | 02

pairing: jeon jungkook + stylist! reader

word count: 2.8 k

genre: fluff, angst + idol! au, friends to lovers! au

parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

listen to this playlist while reading!

best of friends. that’s what you and jungkook were. as their stylist for several years now, you and jungkook got along like no other and over time developed a friendship that was special to the two of you. but what happens when an IU collaboration deal, a jealous childhood-best friend and secret feelings get intertwined with the simple life you thought you were living?

“So, what has you waiting?”

Jungkook turned around to face you as you stood by his studio door, your back leaning against the frame as you nodded your head towards the card in his right hand and his phone in the other.

“You’ve been staring at that for quite a while you know?”

Lowering his head, Jungkook let out a soft chuckle before setting both the card and his phone on the desk in front of him.

“I don’t know, I—I feel scared for some reason. Anxious. Nervous.” Jungkook replied, a tight smile on his face as he shook his head, “I’m just afraid I’m going to end up disappointing her.”

Raising your brow, you gave him an incredulous look, “Since when did the Jungkook I know back away from a challenge?”

Taking a seat next to him, you continued, “I know you’re scared Jungkook, but haven’t you been dreaming of this day, for the opportunity to sing with IU? And of all the people she could’ve asked, she asked you. That has to mean something, right?”

"I guess you're right."

"Hey, I'm always right," you joked as you sat back in your chair, giving him a wink as he let out a laugh, crinkles appearing around the corner of his eyes as he beamed at you.

A couple of seconds passed, before you whispered again, “So, you’ll do it?”

Rolling his lips between his teeth, you could see it in the way his eyes wandered slowly to the card on his desk as he contemplated the decision yet once again. Leaning forward, you took the card yourself before grabbing Jungkook’s hand. Placing the card in the palm of his hand, you glanced up at him to meet his soft gaze before giving him a look that he understood as he nodded back with a small smile in return.

Grabbing the door on your way out, as you closed it you could hear the faint voice of Jungkook going, “Hello, This is BTS’s Jeon Jungkook...” Sighing softly to yourself, you plastered a smile onto your face, telling yourself that the bad feeling that reappeared in your stomach is one that you’re gonna have to deal with later.

You were sitting at your desk, twirling the pen in your hand as a yawn escaped your mouth for the nth time that night. Simply put, you were exhausted. As tiring as comeback season was for the boys, you couldn’t help but admit it took a toll on the stylists as well. Especially you.

Staring at the video in front of you and the notes on your desk, you decided to call it a night and to just finish your assignment tomorrow. After all, it wasn’t due for a week, and you were sure you’d get it done eventually. Setting a pen inside, marking where you left off in your book, you closed it when you heard someone behind you go, “Online classes?”

Startled, you jumped in your seat a bit before looking back to see a friendly face smiling at you, as he motioned towards the can of coffee in his right hand.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you chuckled embarrassedly, as he set the coffee on your desk before taking a seat next to you.

“Just you, I’m hurt.” he frowned, feigning a hurt expression on his face. Giving him an amused look, he chuckled before adding, “You work too hard y/n, you know that.”

“Well, you got to make a living somehow. I can’t be their stylist forever, you know,” you replied matter-of-factly, to which Jiho let out a laugh.

Kang Jiho. With soft brown eyes that often held a mischievous glint in them, and looks that of an idol itself, they were enough to melt any girl’s heart.

But to you, he wasn’t just a colleague, or a stylist, but someone that you often relied on because you’d known since back in the day—high school. He was a friend, one very dear to you.

Taking a sip of the coffee, you hummed in content as you closed your eyes momentarily before sighing, “Things are getting busier these days, aren’t they? Especially with Jungkook,” you added, although the slight bitterness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed.

Raising a brow, Jiho hinted, “Is this about the IU deal?” to which you quickly shook your head in denial, before Jiho gave you a knowing look, one you knew you couldn’t help but avoid.

“It’s just, I’m proud of him, I really am but—“

“You’re afraid?” Jiho finished softly, making you look up at him slowly as you gave him a slight nod. Setting down the can of coffee on your desk, you brought your empty hands back to your lap, clasped together as you rocked back and forth in your seat, a habit you had when you were anxious, “Things are just changing, really fast. From winning the Daesang to Song of the Year and now this IU deal, things are happening faster than I imagined and I just worry for them, that’s all.”

“I mean, that’s understandable,” he replied as you looked up at him.

“Really? I’m not just being, ya know, stupidly paranoid?” you said, your lips pulling into a grin as Jiho chuckled at you, before teasing back, “Well, you’re always stupidly paranoid, so I’m not sure exactly.”

Throwing the pen that you were writing with at him, the echoes of your laughter rang through the empty hallway, as the two of you continued to talk, reminding you of old times.

A couple weeks passed on by, the days zooming on faster than ever as the boy’s schedules piled up, one after the other. The stress was evident; the boys and everyone else were preparing for their upcoming world tour. You, on the one hand, were beyond excited.

After putting up your luggage in the overhead carrier, you nestled into the seat beside Jiho.

“Can’t believe I’m going to have to sit next to you for the next 10 hours,” Jiho groaned, although sporting a playful smile on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you nudged his side before retorting, “I’m pretty sure I should be more concerned Mr.Cuddles.”

Jiho was known for being the most cranky, cuddly baby ever when asleep — something you’d seen in action almost way too many times.

“That was years ago. I’m all grown up now.” Jiho huffed, crossing his arms together across this chest.

Raising a brow, you merely hummed in response you heard a voice call your name as you peered out from the side of your seat to find the owner of the voice.

Eyes resting upon Jungkook whose hands waved wildly at you, you simply giggled and motioned for him to go sit down as the plane was about to take off in a couple minutes. Watching him walk over to you where you were sitting, he handed a book to you which you received with a raised brow, “What’s this?”

“Just wanted you to read it. I just finished a couple days ago and thought you’d like it. Namjoon hyung recommended it to me,” Jungkook replied with a grin as he cocked his head back to the boy who was already nestled into his seat, headphones in and eyes closed.

Chuckling, you flipped the book to the cover to read “Eleanor & Park” on the front as you nodded, “Okay, I’ll read it. This flight is going to take forever, and god knows I’m gonna get sick of Jiho in about thirty minutes.”

Mocking a hurt expression on his face, his hands dramatically falling to his heart, he whined, “I’m awfully hurt y/n.”

Looking between you and Jiho bickering back and forth over who was more annoying, Jungkook just smiled softly before excusing himself as he went to get ready for the long flight.

Pulling out his phone, just as Jungkook was about to put his phone in airplane mode, a text lit up his screen.

[9:50] iu sunbae: jungkook-sshi, I’ve sent you the demo file that we’ve recorded so far. listen to it when you have the chance. I heard from my manager you’re heading to the states, have a safe flight. I’ll see you soon :)

Eyes lighting up, he bit down on his lip in excitement as he quickly typed back, his fingers flying at the speed of light.

[9:50] jeon jungkook: thank you sunbae-nim! I will listen to it rn.

With that, he put in his headphones and pressed down on the file, a soft melody flooding his ears followed by IU’s sweet voice, the voice he had been enamored with ever since he was a young teenager. Chuckling to himself, he still couldn’t believe he was going to record a duet with her. Finding his eyes fluttering close, he slowly nodded off to sleep, a blissful smile on his face.

Feeling something heavy on his shoulder, Jiho looked to his side to see your head resting upon him, the strands of your hair splayed across your face as your reading glasses still rested upon the bridge of your nose. Stifling a giggle, he slowly grabbed your glasses, gently removing it from your face causing you to groan slightly in your sleep. Stopping halfway, Jiho waited for you to stop moving as you fell back into your deep slumber as he successfully removed it, folding it and putting it back into your bag.

The book Jungkook had given you was in your hands, half-opened to which Jiho folded the page so he wouldn't have to hear you freak out later that you lost your place.

Putting the book into your bag too, Jiho slowly readjusted himself as you nestled your head further into his shoulder, a sigh of content slipping past your lips.

Who was the cuddly one now?

Unable to hide the smile that now graced his face, he watched you as your breaths slowly evened out, your chest rising with each and every exhale. His eyes traced your face, finally falling onto your rosy, plush lips that had a slight tint to them due to the strawberry-flavored lip balm you always used. As thoughts of you consumed him, before he could realize it, his face was close to yours, just a few inches away that his heart suddenly lept out of his chest.

What was he doing?

Pulling back from your sleeping figure, his heart still racing in his chest, he quickly looked away as he stared out the plane window, the black night sky filling his vision. Feeling slight movement from your side again, his eyes fell back towards you as you had moved to the other side, away from him this time.

His breathing finally returning to normal, he mentally scolded himself to get!it!together! If Jiho knew one thing, it was that no matter what, Jiho was only your friend and nothing more.

And he was okay with that.

Rubbing your eyes, you followed Jiho as a yawn escaped your mouth. As you dragged your suitcase from behind you suddenly felt your head hit someone’s back, quickly snapping you out of your mindless state as you sighed, “Sorry Jiho.”

“Not Jiho, but it’s okay.”

Looking up, Jungkook down peered at you with a teasing grin that had you hitting his arm softly. Pulling up your suitcase so that you were walking beside him, you asked, “Did you manage to sleep well?”

Nodding, he replied, “Yea, IU sunbaenim sent the demo recording before the flight took off and I think I’ve listened to it over fifty times.”

Turning to look at him, you saw the sparkle in his eyes at the mention of IU to which you smiled back, “Aw, is it a really good track?”

“One of the best I’ve heard from her. It’s still surreal that I’m going to be singing along with her.” Jungkook grinned, all the excitement he suppressed on the plane ride spilling out in front of you.

“I bet, but you know if anyone deserves to, it’s you right?” you reminded him with sincerity laced within each word. It was the truth, something you believed in every day as you saw Jungkook do the greatest of things.

Pouting, he bent down to your face as he ruffled your already messy hair, cooing, “Aren’t you the sappiest little thing.”

Grumbling, you pulled his hand away as you retorted, “I’m not even that much shorter than you.”

Eyeing your platform sneakers that donned your two feet, he gave you a knowing look making you only scowl at him. Throwing his hands up in the air, he laughed, “Hey, I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t need to dumbass, I can read you like an open book.”

At the mention of a book, your comment at him completely flying over his head, Jungkook asked, “Wait, did you finish reading Eleanor and Park?”

Giving him a sheepish smile in return, you were just about to admit that you had actually fallen asleep when a voice beat you to it.

“She was halfway through until I caught her knocked out cold, reading glasses still on and snuggled up to my side.” Jiho snickered as he appeared beside you, his words causing your jaw to drop to the floor.

“I-I was not snuggling up to you, wha—” you sputtered, suddenly flustered as you shot him a glare while he laughed. Looking back up at Jungkook, he winked, “She’s quite the cuddler you know.”

Elbowing him in the stomach, you muttered a couple less-than-nice words towards him to which Jungkook simply laughed. However, unbeknownst to you, as Jungkook’s eyes, yet once again, fell upon the two of you, he felt a slight twinge in his heart. He didn’t necessarily have the words to explain it, after all, Namjoon hyung was always the better one at that. But when Jungkook saw Jiho make you laugh, your eyes creasing into the half-crescent shape he often saw when he’d joke around with you, and the way your nose would crinkle upwards when you truly found something amusing, he felt odd.

Jungkook knew how long you and Jiho went back, but it didn’t change the fact that he always thought he was a different kind of special to you.

Looking back at Jungkook, still giggling from something dumb Jiho had whispered to you, you saw him staring down at his shoes, his lips pursed into a small frown.

“Jungkook, everything alright?” he heard you ask, the sound of your voice pulling him back into reality as he quickly looked up to meet your worrying gaze, the look in your eyes already comforting him from the sudden thoughts that had momentarily taken over his mind.

Smiling, he gave you a reassuring nod to which you slowly nodded back, the concern quickly washing over your face as it was replaced with a smile of your own, “Alright then.”

Tearing his gaze away from you, Jungkook heard Jin call out to him, motioning for him to follow the rest of the boys. As they were nearing the exit, Jungkook quickly pulled up his black mask up to his face before giving you a quick wink, something that had become a habit that meant I'll see you sooner than you think.

Laughing, you waved him off as you waited with Jiho for the other stylists to arrive so that all of you could go together.

Catching up to Jin hyung, Jungkook found himself subconsciously looking back towards you just to see you jumping on your feet to grab your phone that Jiho had stolen from you, his arm up in the air as he waved it at you mockingly, a wide grin on his face. Suddenly Jungkook met Jiho’s gaze, who simply looked back with a raised brow, surprise etched across his face.

Quickly looking away, the tight feeling in his chest returning once again, he shook his head as his face flushed in embarrassment at being caught.

“You sick or something, kiddo?” he heard Jin hyung ask him, his hand coming touching his forehead. Swatting his hand away, he mumbled a quick, I'm fine, under his breath before walking straight ahead.

He’d be fine.

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baneismydragon · 6 years

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P, Adrinette!

Look what is back!!!!!!

It’s part 3 of the Adrien is his own wingman kiss drabbles! Mwahahaha

If you are looking for parts 1 and 2 just click the numbers!

Anyways I hope you enjoy! I am so excited to be getting back to these drabbles!

Marinette was rather proud of herself that she had managed to make it to the park in one piece, with her nerves only mildly on edge.

Adrien was waiting for her, his hands in his pockets and swaying back and forth on the balls of his feet.

He looked gorgeous, not that that was anything new. But the combination of light wash jeans, black shirt and Red and Black Hoodie really set off his features to advantage.

He hadn’t spotted her arrival yet so she crept up behind him and took a deep breath before summoning up her best smile.

“Hey Adrien,” she said her hands clutched nervously behind her back.

He spun around, looking her over from head to toe with an approving grin.

“Wow. You really do look amazing in that dress,” he said.

She blushed. “Thanks, a friend helped me pick it out.”

“Really? Well your friend clearly has excellent taste,” he said his smile turning oddly mischievous. “So, are you ready for our date? This is a date, right? Like, a real date?”

She felt her face flush as she remembered her own paranoia.

It was a date. She was going on a real date with Adrien. She just needed to keep it together and everything would be perfect. She wasn’t going to screw this up. She wasn’t.

“Marinette?”

She looked up, realizing she must have been more lost in her thoughts than she realized. Adrien’s playful grin had faltered slightly, and there was a worried expression in his eyes.

“Sorry! Yes, it’s a date,” Marinette laughed, feeling some of the tension drain out of her now that she had some reassurance that they were on the same page. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

“Excellent,” Adrien said, offering her is arm. “Shall we be off then?”

They walked to the theater, exchanging pleasant conversation about nothing important. They talked about school and Kim’s most recent insane challenge. They speculated on what sort of changes there would be in the upcoming Ultimate Mecha Strike game, and even had a heated debate as to what the best flavor of macaron was.

By the time they arrived at their destination Marinette was on cloud nine. Aside from the occasional stutter over her own words, she had found it much easier to relax around Adrien than she would have expected, comfortable even.

Adrien too seemed a little different. More playful.

It was both new and somehow achingly familiar. At some point her hand had move from the crook of his arm to his own, their fingers entwining as if they belonged there.

She wasn’t even sure if Adrien had noticed as he rambled on about a time where he had lead Nathalie and the Gorilla on a 20 block chase just so he could try a dragonfruit flavored macaron he had read about on the internet.

Everything was absolutely perfect.

So of course she was bound to mess it up.

“Why did you agree to go out with me?” she blurted.

Adrien stared at her, his jaw hanging open.

A completely reasonable reaction, seeing as how her ill timed statement was in response to him asking ‘so which movie would you like to see?’.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing she could either turn back time or crawl into a hole and die. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why-”

“No! It’s ok, I was-”

“I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t even know why I said that!”

“-just surprised is all. I’m not-”

“And you don’t have to answer that, it’s a really stupid question, and I should never had said anything at all. I think I just was surprised because I thought you liked someone else, and now here you are going out with me. Not that I am saying that I think you are like leading me on or something! Because you would never do that! I was just talking, because clearly I don’t know how to stop talking, oh please let me stop talking because-”

“Marinette.”

Her rambling froze as Adrien’s hands landed on her shoulders and he looked at her with equal parts affection and exasperation.

Again she was hit with a sense of deja vu. As if she had experienced this same moment dozens of times before.

“Marinette, it’s ok. And you are right. I did… I do like someone. She is beautiful, and smart, and caring, and loyal.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, not knowing what else she could say.

Adrien’s eyebrows raised, as if she was missing something extremely obvious and it was taking all of his effort not to roll his eyes.

“She’s you, by the way,” he said, his voice tinged with laughter.

“What?” Marinette asked, stupidly.

“The girl I like, it’s you. It’s always been you.”

“Oh…”

And just like that it was like the sun had burst through the clouds as choirs of birds and angels sang in the distance. “But… I mean…”

She could feel her face flushing as Adrien bit back his amusement at her reaction.

“You never said anything!” she cried at last, and punching him lightly in the shoulder to wipe the smug expression off his face.

“Well, I had it on rather good authority that you already liked someone,” he teased, although he dropped her gaze as a matching flush spread over his own cheeks.

“What?” Marinette gasped, “I didn’t… I mean I’ve been crushing on you for ages!”

“Yeah, I’ve finally figured that out. At the time I just knew you liked someone, I didn’t really put the pieces together until the other day.”

“Oooooh.”

“Yeah.”

She laughed, giddy and flustered and just a bit hopeful.

“Wow, we are really pathetic aren’t we?” she said.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he argued.

“Two people obviously pining over each other for years isn’t pathetic?”

“I prefer socially challenged.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Oh because that is so different.”

“Exactly! One suggests a certain amount of dignity and personally strife. The other is just sad.”

“You are always just sad, minou,” she replied automatically, her nose scrunching in playful defiance.

She froze as what she had said suddenly registered.

Minou.

Oh god… she was treating Adrien like Chat. The familiar touches, the playful banter, it was all the same. It was like she had forgotten who she was with.

Adrien for his part didn’t even seem to notice her sudden stiffness. He simply laughed happily and leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

“See? How can I be sad when I am here with you?” he asked, with a dazzling smile. “Now come on, let’s go see what all is playing.”

He pulled her along, still completely unaware of her swirling emotions.

How could she had confused Adrien for Chat? She was on a date, a REAL DATE, with the boy of her dreams…

Or was he?

All these things she wanted- comfort, friendship, connection, dare she say, love- wasn’t this what she already had with Chat? Her best friend?

Her mind once again wandered back to the heated kiss they had shared.

Was this her subconscious telling her something?

No, she loved Adrien. She was feeling all these things WITH Adrien. Wasn’t she?

She could still feel her hand twined with his, warm and safe and perfect.

So why was she thinking of Chat?

She looked at Adrien.

She could see the similarities. The same athletic frame, the same blonde hair- though Adrien’s was a usually perfectly styled as opposed to Chat’s tousled locks. They had a similar energy too, that sense of urgency- as if they needed to experience everything before someone came and took it all away.

But Adrien was reserved where Chat was over the top. Adrien was insecure where Chat was reckless.

Yes they were similar physically but in terms of personality…

They were both kind. They were both sensitive. They were both optimistic.

They were both lonely.

Maybe on the surface they seemed different. But were they really?

She continued to stare at the boy in front of her as he chatted with the cashier about what showings were available. His smile bright but carefully restrained, always aware that people were watching him, the celebrity model, heir to the Agreste fortune. What would that smile look like if he truly let go?

Would it stretch across his whole face? Would his eyes crinkle with that look that almost tinged on arrogance? Would there be one slightly crooked tooth on the right hand side?

Could she really be that lucky?

#kiss prompt drabbles #yunyin #my drabbles #adrienette #adrinette

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pongpalace · 6 years

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@omgcpwinterextravaganza | december 1; gift exchange

spreadsheets to make it easy [ao3]

unbeta’d and late as is usual (~4200 words)

Justin isn’t sure what he expects when he clicks on an email with the subject Adopt a Child for the Holidays! , but he’s not that surprised when the link inside brings him to the homepage of a local orphanage. He’s more surprised than he’d like to admit outside of his own head when it’s a link for donating a holiday present to a child rather than actually adopting a kid for the holiday month, but he blames that on the fact that he’s been in a youtube spiral since he got home from work at lunch and has apparently forgotten how to think for himself.

He eats the sandwich he made for dinner one handed while he skims through the page, looking at the pictures of kids of all ages decked out in holiday reds and greens and blues and whites, smiling or making faces at the camera. The captions on the photos say that they were taken from last year’s party, the first time the orphanage was able to do a holiday party, if the captions are to be believed and Justin hasn’t accidentally opened a virus again by clicking on a link from an unknown source. He doesn’t remember giving out his email address to any orphanages, but then again Holster never remembers his own email address half the time so he uses Justin’s to sign up for things. At least if this is clickbait, it’s probably Holster’s fault time.

The more he clicks through the tabs though, the more Justin thinks this is probably a legit orphanage looking for donations in order to make sure they can purchase enough gifts for the kids who will be there through the holiday season. He’s staring at the bright red ADOPT-A-CHILD button that’s been on the side of every page when Holster kicks open the front door of their apartment.

“Hey, fuck daylight savings,” Holster says in lieu of a greeting. It comes out a little muffled; he’s got a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face to fight the wind, but he shucks that off easily enough and throws it on top of the chair they’ve been using as a coat stand since the weather’s turned cold. His jacket goes on top of it. Justin would be more annoyed if they weren’t the same size in outerwear and wore each other’s interchangeably. Holster continues, “It’s like barely 6pm and it feels like midnight, I hate it.” He kicks his shoes at the wall, letting them fall on top of Justin’s neatly placed shoes. That actually annoys him so he glares at Holster until he bends and fixes them.

“And it’s dark and cold, and I had to talk to Margaret about her daughter for fucking ever,” Holster continues talking all the while he passes the kitchen and goes into his room to change out of his work clothes.

“I thought she moved to the third floor?” Ransom asks. He doesn’t bother raising his voice; the walls are thin enough that Holster’ll hear him, even if he closed the door while he changes.

“She caught me in the elevator,” Holster shouts back.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, she’s apparently single, and looking for a nice boy to settle down with and for some strange reason doesn’t appreciate her mother’s matchmaking skills.” Holster comes back into the kitchen, dressed in old Samwell sweatpants and his hair messed from where he probably got caught pushing his head through the sweatshirt he threw on. He ducks in for a kiss before dropping into the seat beside Justin and putting his feet up on Justin’s lap. “You’re a lucky bastard for getting the half day.” He steals the unbitten half of Justin’s sandwich.

“Hey,” Justin says mildly, like he hadn’t put extra mustard on that side for Holster anyways.

Holster just grins and wiggles his toes, digging them into the meat of Justin’s thigh. “Whatcha doing?”

“Thinking about adopting a kid,” Justin replies and it probably says something about them that Holster knows exactly what he means without any context.

“Oh good, you got the email!” Holster drops his feet to the ground so he can sit up straight, and drags his chair closer to Justin’s. “There was a sign up sheet going around this afternoon.”

“When are you going to learn your own email address?” Justin asks, but he tilts the screen so they can both see the happy pictures.

“Whenever you grow out of the email you made in elementary, justin-oh-one-two-three-at-hotmail-dot-com?” Holster elbows Justin and starts clicking through the pages himself. His grin widens on the EVENTS page. “So, they have an option of either sending money so the volunteers can buy the gifts or you can buy something yourself and drop it off.” He drops his sandwich and Justin’s eyes are drawn to the pink of his mouth while he sucks mustard off his fingertips. When they’re clean, he drags the laptop over to his side of the table completely and clicks on the ADOPT-A-CHILD button that Justin’d been staring at before. Holster keeps talking while he fills out the form that loads, typing in his name and Justin’s email address. “I know you’ve got a big project coming up, but if we go this weekend to pick something out, and then we can wrap it and I’ll drop it off on Monday when I have the half day?” He swings his big head over to look at Justin when he finishes, and looks so excited that Justin can really help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. Holster is always stupidly beautiful when he’s excited about something, be it his newest TV obsession or gift shopping.

“Yeah, okay,” Justin says, when they pull back. Holster knocks their noses together when he leans in for another peck, but then he goes right back to the form.

“How many kids?” He hovers over the drop down menu.

“Two.” They’d never decide on a gift for one kid without an argument in the store otherwise.

“Good call. Boy or girl?”

Justin shrugs and leans his head on Holster’s shoulder and watches him chose the Any option before hitting the submit button on the form. Another window pops up telling them that an email with all the information about the child(ren) they’ve ‘adopted’ will be sent as soon as possible. Justin and Holster are both quiet for a minute—Justin’s enjoying breathing in time with Holster—then Holster turns so Justin, not realizing how much of his weight he’d been leaning on Holster, has to catch himself before he smacks his face into Holster’s chest.

“Wanna have sex before the house gets overrun with children?” Holster asks, wiggling his eyebrows and looking proud of what has to be the worst joke possible, even if the idea of actually adopting a kid with him makes Justin’s insides buzz pleasantly.

“Shut the fuck up,” Justin groans. “Do not make that joke in front of your mother. You’ll break her heart.” He punches Holster in the shoulder, hard. He closes the laptop and kicks his chair from the table so he can stand up.

“She is baby crazy,” Holster agrees, rubbing at his shoulder. He takes the hand Justin offers though, standing and kissing Justin deeply enough that he can taste the mustard from the sandwich, and then they do make their way to the bedroom, returning the kitchen for a snack sometime later for a snack to go with the new T.V. show Holster wants to show Justin.

Holster wakes up early and excited, only letting Justin go back to sleep when he’s reminded that no store will be open before 8 AM. Justin wakes up again sometime around 10 to a cold bed and has a moment of panic that Holster went to the store without him. He relaxes when he hears a kitchen chair creak against the laminate floor, grateful for the stupidly thin walls. He rolls out of bed and pads to the bathroom, peeing and washing his face and teeth and then goes to find Holster, while shrugs into clean-ish clothes to go shopping in.

Holster’s got Justin’s laptop open in front of him again, and an empty plate full of toast crumbs piled on top of the sandwich plate from yesterday that they forgot to put away and he’s frowning while he stares at the screening, scrolling with a purpose.

“What’re you doing, Holtzy?” Justin asks, smacking a kiss to the top of Holsters head and taking the plates the sink. He gets a bowl down and fills it with Frosted Flakes. He finishes the milk, leaves the carton out so they at least have a small chance remember to buy more while they’re out, and leans against the counter while he eats. He squints at Holster as he waits for an answer to his question.

“They sent the email about the kids. Siblings; a boy and a girl,” Holster says finally. “Andrew’s 13, likes the Bruins, dinosaurs, and those Percy Jackson books that Nursey keeps trying to make you read.” Justin hums through a mouthful of flakes and Holster keeps going. “Penny is 6-and-a-half and really likes soccer and Rey from Star Wars.”

“They sound great,” Justin says when he swallows. “Why do you look so sad?”

Holster breathes out through his nose. “I dunno. I mean, I guess I didn’t realize that our gifts might be the only gifts they get this year.”

According to the clicking Justin did yesterday, these will definitely be the only gifts the kids this year, but he doesn’t think saying so will help so he stays silent.

“I don’t wanna fuck up their holidays,” Holster admits quietly, after he’s been chewing on the words for a while. Justin puts his bowl down and goes over to his boyfriend. From here, he can see that half the laptop screen is open to the Toy-R-Us website while the other half is an excel worksheet. Now’s probably not the time to realize that Holster using spreadsheets outside of work makes him about a hundred times more attractive, so instead Justin crawls into Holster’s laptop, wiggling until Holster works with him and pushes the table back so they both fit. The chair creaks onminously. Justin takes Holster’s face between his hand to look at him seriously. Holster’s hands settle right above Justin’s ass, finding bare skin where his t-shirt has ridden up with the movements, but it takes a minute for Holster to look Justin in the eye.

“Let’s pick out the best gifts we can then, eh?” Justin says.

Holster humpfs a little. “You say that like it’ll be easy.”

“You’ve made a spreadsheet. Step one of making it easy, babe.” Justin presses a kiss to Holster’s nose, and this time feels Holster’s humpf. “Make sure you save it before we go.” He ignores Holster’s grumble, steals another kiss, and swings his legs back over so he can finish his now-soggy cereal.

He gives Holster another half hour of scrolling the Toys-R-Us website before bullying him into real clothes and then into the car. Justin drives, because Holster makes the argument that he needs to study his list and Justin lets Holster get away with it because this is important to him. To both of them, really. He puts up with Holster making them go to the store further from their apartment because it has a better selection apparently, but puts his foot down when Holster tries to backseat drive.

“If you wanted to fucking drive, you should’ve fucking drove,” Justin says, finishing his turn and then reaching over to charlie-horse Holster. There’s less backseat driving after that, but that might be because he’s pulled into the parking lot and it’s much busier than he expected so they both concentrate on looking out for empty parking spots. When the eventually find one, Holster dashes off to nab a cart, though Justin takes over driving it because he figures Holster might be too excited to stick to it once they’re inside.

He’s right, but after a round of the store to “see what they have in stock Rans, c’mon,” Holster sticks close to the cart while Justin it pushes it through every single aisle, eyes wide while Holster narrates the pros and cons of each item on his list every time they find something new.

Somewhere between the Barbies and the Lego sets, Justin wishes that he had made a spreadsheet too. There’s just so much , so many colours and sounds and options and he doesn’t even realize he’s on the edge of a panic attack until Holster pushes his phone into Justin’s hands and tells him to focus on the pros of Rey action figures versus the plush versions for Penny.

“Thanks,” Justin says when he doesn’t have tunnel vision and his ears aren’t ringing anymore. He keeps scrolling through Holster’s spreadsheet, feeling grounded in the columns and rows. It’s not set up exactly like Justin would’ve done it, but it’s working. The overwhelming amount of stuff in the store is made more bearable, knowing that they don’t have to go through all of it to find the best holiday presents for these kids.

“Spreadsheets babe,” Holster replies.

He takes Justin’s hand and they finish going through the store, eventually deciding on a set of mini sticks and an A-to-Z encyclopedia of Dinosaurs for Andrew and the plushy doll of Rey and Starwars colouring book with matching markers for Penny. They only go a little over the amount the Orphanage recommended for each gift because Holster insists that they need Hanukkah and Christmas wrapping paper (“One for each gift for both of them, Rans, duh”) and non-denominational cards, but Justin figures no one will fault them for either.

The rest of the weekend is spent arguing about the best way to wrap the irregular shapes of the boxes, finally ending when they run out of wrapping paper and have to go back to get more so they agree each wrap the gifts for one kid and stop messing with each other’s boxes because “it’s not a competition Holster for god��s sake.” They sit next to each other at the kitchen table again and each write a little message in both of the cards, signing them with their first names. Justin adds a little heart next to his name, and has to shove Holster onto the floor when he giggles and asks why Justin drew a butt.

Holster tries to be smug about getting to go home early on Monday morning when they drive to work together, but he’s too excited about getting to drop the boxes off after that he forgets to rub his half day in Justin’s face when he waves and as he’s leaving at lunchtime.

Justin’s phone rings at 5 that afternoon, screen flashing to the picture he took of Holster caught mid-sneeze during the summer. Justin has done everything he can on his current project until someone in accounting calls him back with more information about an account. He won’t hear anything back from them until tomorrow, so he doesn’t even feel a little bit guilty when he answers his phone while he packs up his bag to go home for the day.

“If you’re calling to brag about your half day, you’re too late. I’m on my way home,” Justin says. He swings his bag over his shoulder and waves to Bonnie as he passes her office on his way to the elevator.

“Rans, they’ve invited us to a party!” Holster’s voice booms in his ear, which means that he’s really excited about something and forgotten he needs to use his inside voice, wherever he is.

Justin steps into the elevator, sticking the phone between his ear and shoulder so he can fix the twist in bag’s strap and presses the button for the ground floor. “Uh… who?”

“The orphanage! They have a Holiday Party every year for the kids and they invite whoever’s bought presents. or donated.”

“Oh yeah?” The elevator stops on the third floor and Margaret steps in, looking like she has something to say to Justin. He twists so she can see he’s on the phone and makes his best sympathetic face when she deflates, but doesn’t actually feel that bad. “When is it?”

“Uhhh, on a weekend?” There a rustling on Holster’s end, like he’s looking through papers. “Oh. Not this weekend, but the one after. Pretty sure Bitty’s cookie day is the Saturday while this is the Sunday so we can do both. I already RSVP’d that we’re going.”

Justin nods a goodbye to Margaret as he gets out of the elevator. “Bro, we can bring cookies for the kids!”

“Exactly!” Holster exclaims. “Now hurry up; I’m double parked and I’m not sure the parking attendant is feeling the holiday spirit now that the sun has been down for hours.”

Justin snorts, but hurries outside to see where Holster has half-assed parked their car in the loading zone. Justin can see his grin as Holster waves to him. The grin gets wider when Justin hangs up on him as he opens the passenger and leans across to give Holster a kiss hello, even though it’s only been hours since he got a kiss goodbye.

Cookies aren’t the only thing that Justin and Holster turn up to the Holiday Party with two weekends later. Bitty sends them with a couple pies and Jack slips them a cheque made out to the orphanage with instructions to give it as a jumpstart for next year’s Holiday party. They’ve even got a couple of extra presents, some jerseys and t-shirts, just in case. The staff member who greets them doesn’t quite know what to do with all of it, but gives them nametags and sends them back into a rec room where there’s a Christmas Tree set up beside a table of brightly coloured gifts. Holster elbows Justin in the side when he spots their mismatched gifts.

“Mine still looks better,” Justin mutters under his breath. He gets an elbow to the stomach for that as they join the other adults and kids milling about the room.

They get directed to a snack table by a serious faced kid who’s balancing a plate with a single brownie on it on top of a place filled with baby carrots and Justin is drawn into conversation with the volunteer in charge of pouring juice while Holster is talked into lifting kids up onto his shoulders and giving them a tour of the room with a view. Justin isn’t sure how long he watches Holster be a human jungle gym but it does something to him every time one of the kids makes Holster belly laugh with something they’ve said. Justin’s just about to get in on the action when Bethenny, the woman in charge of the orphanage, gets everyone’s attention to start the gift giving ceremony.

The kids go sit near the tree while the adults in the room hang around the edges of the room. The volunteers go through the table of presents, calling names and handing each gift to the kid it goes with, with reminders to wait until everyone has their gifts. It turns out the serious faced kid with the carrots and brown is Andrew and the little girl who first convinced Holster she needed to sit on his shoulders “for science” is Penny. They both look pleased with the wrapping jobs, and Justin even catches Andrew staring at the little menorah’s that cover the Hanukkah wrapping paper, before rubbing his thumb over them and smiling. Holster’s grinning too when Justin catches his eye.

When every kid has a present in front of them, Justin braces himself against Holster for the flurry of activity that’s coming. Someone starts a countdown that’s enthusiastically taken up by the younger kids who want to show off their counting skills and at zero, there’s a happy shout and the holiday music that’d been playing in the background is overtaken by the sounds of ripping paper and excited kids.

There’s so much movement that Justin isn’t sure where to look, but an extra loud shout of glee from his left grabs his attention and he doesn’t even try to stop the giant smile he knows he’s wearing when he sees that Penny’s ripped into Holster’s haphazard wrap job of the Rey plush and is hugging her, even as the rest of the gift is still attached to the it. There’s more shouts of “oh cool,” and “check this out!” and one “holy shit!” that has Holster snort so loudly that Justin thinks he might be choking on his tongue as he muffles his laugh in Justin’s shoulder.

Justin is thumping on Holster’s back and doing a shitty job of hiding his own laughter when someone tugs on his other hand. He looks down to see Penny and Andrew in front of him. They’re both holding their gifts, now properly unwrapped, as well as a small square of folded tissue paper.

“Mr. Adam?” Penny says when she sees that she’s got his attention. Holster looks up at his name.

“That’s me,” Holster says. He drops down into a crouch so he’s at Penny’s level.

“Is that Mr. Justin?” she asks, leaning close so she talks right into his ear.

“Yep, that’s Justin,” Holster replies. Penny nods seriously, and hands Holster the blue tissue paper she’s holding.

“This ‘s for you. Andrew has one for Mr. Justin,” she says.

On cue, Andrew passes the green tissue paper that Justin now notices has his name scrawled on it in big little kid letters.

“Oh, thank you,” Justin says, turning to look down at Holster. He looks just as bewildered as Justin is at holding a tissue paper square.

“Thank you for the dinosaur book,” Andrew says. “And the mini sticks, they’re super cool.”

“No problem, buddy,” Justin replies, still feeling a little lost.

“Thank you for Rey too, I really love her!” Penny jumps in. She almost knocks Holster over when she suddenly wraps her arms around his neck. “She’s my best favourite!”

“Mine too,” Holster says, gently wrapping his arms around her and patting her on the head. Justin watches Andrew watch the hug, and grins when Andrew looks back at him like he’s contemplating a hug. He doesn’t look super enthused by the idea so Justin offers him a fist, which he happily bumps with his own, even cracking a grin when Justin does a finger wiggle-explosion at the end.

Penny pulls back from Holster, but keeps her hands on Holster’s shoulders so she can look at him seriously. “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

“Uh, what?” Holster asks, looking up at Ransom again. Penny rolls her eyes.

“Open your gifts now,” Andrew fills in, jerking his head at the green package in Justin’s hand. “We need to exchange gifts for it to be a gift exchange.” He sounds a little put out at having to explain the concept of gift exchange to two adults.

“I- seriously?” Justin asks. He looks around and finds that all the kids have team up with the adults and like him and Holster, most of the adults are just as surprised as they are to find the kids holding out gifts with their names on them.

“Yeah! Open it, open it, open it!!! I wrapped and Andrew made them, but I help-ed and Mr. Adam, can I help you?”

Adam sits flat on his ass so Penny can crawl into his lap without knocking them both over, and she chatters away into his ear while he rips into it. Justin sits down too and with a little huff, Andrew joins them on the floor. He points out where the end of the tape is when Justin just keeps turning the package in his hand, touched beyond belief that these kids who don’t have much, have enough in their hearts to want to see other people happy.

Refusing to cry in front of the kids, Justin finds the seam and rips back the tape, opening the envelope to see a knotted string bracelet. He looks over to see that Holster has something similar. He has his wrist out and is letting Penny try to tie it on.

“You made this?” Justin asks Andrew, who nods, blushing slightly. “Oh man, this is super cool Andrew, thank you!”

Andrew looks down at his shoes, though Justin can still see his pleased smile. Justin leans in closer to him.

“Like the coolest thing that Hol- Adam owns probably,” he says, whispering it loud enough that he knows Adam will hear it. He gets kicked in the side for his troubles, but Adam also laughs out loud and Penny is absolutely delighted at the idea.

“Will you tie it for me?” Justin holds his hand out. Adam nods and scooches forward, balancing on his knees while he takes both ends and wraps them around Justin’s wrist. He bites his lips while he concentrates, nodding at it once when he’s finished. Justin shakes out it his hand to admire the colourful string. It doesn’t move much; Andrew’s tied it tight enough that it bites into Justin’s skin a little bit.

Honestly though?

It’s the best gift Justin’s ever gotten in an exchange.

#omgcpwinterextravaganza #ransom x holster #holsom #omgcheckplease #omgcp #i writ i write i wrote #this is fluff #there's a mention of a panic attack but it stops before it really starts #lemme know if you want me to tag for that #it's 3:40am when im posting this on december 3 #don't worry im also annoyed at myself for missing december 1 so badly #this was supposed to a little thing but then it grew and grew and grew #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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inhalareexhalare · 5 years

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Inserted Re-Post// Ways You Can Fuck Up Someone Else’s Life and Your Own

Reuel is the name of the post-er:

(Beware Spoilers to a Filipino Film)

Alone Together (2018) - more like, sociopath-daddy issues together

Back when i was 16, i had 2 goals in life. 2 goals in life i want to achieve and that's it, my job is done, and i will be complete.

1. Eat a 21 piece KFC bucket by myself. 2. Play metal guitar as fast as possible.

It did not take long before i realized how shallow and stupid those goals were. I mean, it would be cool to be my age now and still have the arteries to handle 21 pieces of genetically modified fried chicken, or play open chords on a jcm marshall 800 ... but to call those GOALS, was a reflection of my youth and naivete.

As my goals in life changed, so did my perception and taste for rom coms and love stories.

I am no longer in my 20's, i am married, and i am in the stage where i have a very clear view of relationships without my libido to distract me.

Alone Together is a celebration of traits that breaks up future marriages and fucks up one's family life. If your goal in life is to be a single mother, or a deadbeat father, then you will love the characters played by Enrique Gil and Liza Soberino (i am murdering their last names, i really do not follow Philippine showbiz).

To give you better context, it is time for spoilers, and i will walk you through why both characters are messed up (and should refrain from raising children), and why their lives are the way it is.

Once upon a time, there were 2 lovers. Gil is a struggling med student, and Liza is a magna cum laude art student.

At that age, Gil, just like 16 year old me, has 2 goals in life:

1. Make Liza proud of him. 2. Marry Liza.

His goals are dumber, because at least my stupid goals only harmed my arteries and my finances.

When your self esteem is based on the approval of another person, you are going to be fucked. People are messed up. People are unpredictable. People change. And most of all, you cannot control people. The only thing you can control in this world is you.

If you want a stable self-esteem. It has to be based on how you see yourself.

Number 2. Marriage. You do not make "marrying your college girlfriend" your goal because life is bigger than shacking up with your girlfriend. The world is big. Possibilities are endless. And, you are young. Marriage requires a very deep understanding of the world and especially yourself. That is not possible in your 20's, even if you think you are more mature than others out there.

Here's a reality check: you are not mature. You are not a special snowflake. Everyone your age falls into the same thinking pattern you do. Heck, i did, and everybody thought i was mature. Remember, im that guy whose goal was 21 pieces of KFC chicken and playing Slayer at 250bpm.

Anyway ... in this movie, Gil never got to read my facebook page (plus he has no dad to teach him), so he ended up a crying mess when Liza broke up with him (for no clear reason), and he doomed himself into a purgatory of some sort.

Purgatory. Its that stage in your life where you refuse to grow and stay exactly the same person you are, making the same mistakes and believing in the same dumb-assed shit that got you there in the first place.

Now, on Liza's end ... she has already graduated Magna Cum Laude in Fine Arts and she is involved in a workplace controversy where her boss misappropriated 1 million pesos out of the company. She is an accesory to the crime, since she stupidly allowed everything to happen in front of her without telling anyone. She got involved in a law suit, and her career working in the economically viable world of Fine Arts is now ruined.

This brought about great depression in her, that she broke up with Gil.

Gil, being the sociopath he is, has zero empathy, and thought Liza broke up with him because he sucks at med school and he is taking a long while to graduate.

Fast forward 5 years later.

Liza is now in a relationship with a very industrious man, who is also going through an annulment. This man is her boss, and is probably a CEO of the company she works for. This guy is rich as fuck. And you know, in Pinoy movies, the rich fucker is always an asshole.

But i digress. I like the rich fucker, and i'll expound on it later.

Liza has a close relationship with Rich Guy's daughter, and she spends more time with her than the guy does.

Why?

The rich guy is busy running an architecture company, who even has clients based in New York ... plus the movie wants to frame: rich people = no time for family = asshole.

Liza complains that Rich Guy confuses her because eventhough he was the one who saved her career, helped her in the lawsuit, she is confused that Rich Guy treats her like an employee, while occasionally treating her like a girlfriend.

To this i say: of course Liza!

He is CEO of a really big company that he probably started. Do you know how hard it is to start a company? Do you know how hard he worked to build a company that big and that succesful?

He did that by putting the right people in the right corporate positions. And he did that to you because he thought you have talent for whatever job it is you are doing.

You have a job and financial security because of him, and now you are complaining that he treats you like an employee, while just 3 minutes ago, you were picked up in a chauffered car that you took to meet up with your fucking ex-boyfriend?!

I am getting ahead of myself. Let us go back to the story.

So Liza and Rich Guy goes to this awards event where Rich Guy is getting an outstanding person award. Lo and behold, another person was also getting a doctor of the year award (for helping poor people, of course, you have to always help poor people in Pinoy movies, because that is the only way you'll be a hero in the story), that person is, Gil.

Now, if i see any of my ex's ... i would smile and wave at them and go my merry way like every sane ex would.

But Liza and Gil? ... fuck no.

Not only did they meet each other's significant other, they also managed to exchange numbers, while making plans to meet up later.

Upon meeting, Gil the sociopath mindfucked Liza about their 5 year old past. He is now a great doctor - that for some reason, only has scenes in the ER, helping POOR people for free. And he even brings Liza to his workplace, mindfucking her again into seeing how much he helps POOR people.

Now, this pinoy schtick annoys me so much because poor people are ALWAYS ALWAYS: nice, polite, thankful, humble, appreciative.

Well guess what? I have a clinic with my wife and do you know who always gives me a headache?

People with no fucking money. Poor people.

I am sorry. If you own a business, sold guitars, worked the cashier in a hospital, worked as a waiter ... most of your problems and pains will be from poor people or poor people pretending to be rich.

People with money, pay you, smile and go about their merry way.

Poor people? Fuck. They would always have a version of buyer's remorse, or they would go out of their way to get you in trouble so they can have their version of a discount.

So yes. Stop framing poor people as saints and rich people as devils. Both exist regardless of financial status. And you will not be smiling and handsome as Gil if your job is serving people who cannot pay medical bills.

All this mindfucking ultimately convinced Liza to represent Rich Guy's corporation in New York.

At this point, Liza is already a cheating bitch in denial. She is meeting Gil regularly. They even go on dates where they pretend to be bf-gf.

I mean, i could respect Liza if she was just a horny bitch, but she is so deep in denial of her cheating ... that horny bitch or cheating bitch, i have lost respect for her character.

She is the girl i will tell my son to never take seriously. Have fun with her, hang out with her, but under no circumstance should he be serious with a cheating horny bitch.

You do not want to be involved with a woman who is so lost and damaged, she has zero clue what she wants in this life.

That is a big clue in whether a woman is worth marrying. She should know who she is and what she is capable of. Anyone who is in denial or ignorant about their flaws is a bigger headache than people who cannot pay their medical bills.

Anyway, Liza goes to New York. She extends her stay so she can go see some museums. And guess who is there?

The sociopath Gil of course.

Without any permission, Gil, the angel doctor who helps poor people, leaves the hospital and his girlfriend on a whim, to see his ex in New York.

At this point, i was really pissed off because the movie is now celebrating these 2 cheating son of a bitches.

They go on dates, they kissed. And Gil told Liza he broke up with his gf, so they can be together again.

Now you understand why i call Gil a sociopath.

Gil is completely devoid of empathy. Here are the signs:

1. He has no boundaries. When Liza broke up with him, he stalked her house for weeks. Any psychologically healthy male knows that no means no.

2. He has a girlfriend, yet he texted and asked to meet Liza.

3. Upon meeting Liza, he had no guilt flirting with her, holding her hand, and within 10 seconds, introduced her to his current girlfriend. Any normal male would show guilt at this point.

4. He leaves his job like it was nothing.

5. He broke up with his current gf as if it were nothing.

6. He is hot and cold with Liza. Hot, when Liza wants to stop their affair. Cold, when Liza suddenly wants to see him.

You know whats the saddest part?

I have met and dated girls who wanted those things in a man!

1. They want the guy to fight for their love and not give up. Who does that? A sociopath!

2. Will never get over them even after years of not meeting. Errr, obsessed sociopath?

3. Would drop everything for them. Errr, impulsive sociopath?

4. Will choose them even when they have a gf. Cheating, horny sociopath?

5. Challenging, unpredictable and full of surprises. Oh i know people like that! They are sociopaths!

Movies like this celebrate sociopaths, just because they have a job that helps the poor.

Now, after the New York momol, Liza decides not to see Gil.

Liza is such a fucked up character. She is cheating, yet she does not want to do it, yet, she misses it and wants to do it again.

Gil, shows his sociopath rage and tells Liza that she only stuck with the guy for 5 years because she has nowhere to go. He claims that she is only guilty and is only repaying Rich Guy by being his girlfriend.

To this i think its presumptuous of Gil.

Rich Guy made her human again - saved her from a law suit, gave her a real career. how can she not fall in love with a guy like that?

But since Liza is a girl with daddy issues, has zero clue what traits to look for a guy, as long as he is handsome and helps the poor like Gil ... she believes him.

Liza and Rich Guy had dinner to which Liza kept yapping about her musuem trip, while Rich Guy was totally not interested and kept asking her questions about the client meetings.

You know, Rich Guy did send her to New York to represent their company. And just allowed her to stay for 3 more days of sight seeing. He spent company money, 100k or so for a back and forth trip to Philippines and New York ... so it is normal that he cares about the business meetings more than the boring art stuff Liza is yapping out.

Rich Guy did not become rich because his interest in life was appreciating art. His interest is in business, so you really cannot fault him for wanting to ask about the meetings before anything else.

Liza, apparently, does not give a shit about finances, despite being stuck in a million peso law suit and unemployment, because she does not like Rich Guys concerns at all. So she proposes that shes not happy with her corporate job and is interested in taking low paying, entry level museum jobs.

Again, pinoy movies really hammer it down that finances are nothing and our passion and family is what matters. It is not surprising why most Filipinos are in terrible financial situations ... for some reason, its media celebrates not giving a shit about money, despite the fact that it is the problem staring us straight in the face all the time.

Rich Guy was pissed, but calmed down and told her that if she wants to mess around and have fun with her art shit, he knows some people and he can get her jobs on the spot with his connections.

Apparently, Liza does not like this. She broke up with Rich Guy then and there.

So, i dont get it.

Rich Guy allowed her to quit her corporate job, even got her a job for the art stuff she wanted to do, and she gets mad.

Do you know what kind of a girl would punish a man for taking care of her, while rewarding another man who mindfucks her?

A girl who is going to be a single mother.

I know this is probably going to be very offensive, because there are single mothers in here. But to this, im going to ask:

-have you ever dreamed of being a single mother?

The answer is no. Along with that No, is probably an admission of the mistake in being involved with a man you should have never been involved with.

I am sorry if you are a single mother. It is not the best status to be in, but if you truly learned from your experience, you will agree with what i say:

You had no clue what traits to look for in a man.

Liza is an example of someone who has no idea in what traits to look for in a man, and this movie teaches the wrong mindset, especially when looking for someone to have children with.

Liza let go a man who could have secured her future, and she chose a fucking sociopath over him.

Now, after the break up, Liza rushed to the hospital to tell Gil that she is now free and single! At this point, Liza is also now a sociopath. A girl with daddy issues craves for approval of a male she idolizes, she ends up taking on their traits.

Gil, was stone cold upon seeing her. Normally, he would be happy cause now they can be together, right? Wrong!

Gil does not want Liza anymore because his ex, the one he left for Liza, is pregnant.

Yes... ironic as it is, Liza did not become a single mom, but the other girl who got involved with Gil became a single mom.

You may hate what i say, but even the goddamned movie confirmed my predictions.

Now, Liza is officially alone ... and shes having a hard time looking for a job. Shes back to being poor, and nobody would hire her cause of her lawsuit past. But since this is a movie, Liza still gets to wear expensive clothes and makeup while struggling to find work until, one art museum took her in and she became very succesful.

She claims in the epilogue she doesnt get to meet Gil again, but as soon as she said that, Gil showed up in her museum, telling her that he broke up with his pregnant girlfriend but they promised to be good parents to their kid.

The last scene shows us Gil and Liza looking at a painting of Spolarium, while Gil carries and introduces his son to Liza. I mean, that is an awesome way to market a broken family. Make it look normal and problem free where daddy has a new girlfriend, totally ignoring the dynamics of original mommy in the equation.

Can you imagine how that set up is gonna mess up a child?

I have a mom. I have a dad who lives in a different house. I do not see dad much. Dad has a girl who is nice to me, but is not my mommy. Dad kisses that girl, but never kisses mommy. Meanwhile, theres another man in mommy's house who kisses mommy but is not my daddy.

I am sorry if you are in that situation. I do not mean to offend, but you do not want your children to be in that situation. Do not be offended just because i wrote about your mistake and the consequences you are living with now.

3/10.

Theres a reason why Philippine cinema is dying, and that is because it promotes values that is detrimental to our progress as mature beings.

It is funny that watching a movie and reading a comic book about an intergalactic threat like Thanos, teaches us more values about friendship, heroism and sacrifice, than a relationship movie that completely ignores the consequences of stupid decisions, while making cartoonish stereotypes of people in specific financial situations.

This is why it’s important to be clear about your goals, folks.

(1) Goal/s. This is your purpose. Your driving force. Your motivation to get up in the morning. Your reason for living. Consciously make concrete your goal/s in life. Evaluate. There’s nothing wrong with revision and reconfiguration. What’s wrong is, as the writer put it, “purgatory.” Stagnation.

(2) Intention/s. This is actually synonymous to Goal/s, but I put it here in search of a different perspective. Your ultimate goal doesn’t change much. Not a lot. But your intentions do. We have limited attention. We humans are easily distracted, and easily scared. In fear, we cling to something illusory. In intoxication, we hold on to temporary glory. This, is why I differentiate goals with intentions.

Your goals don’t change in your logical mind, but your intentions do, in your wandering head/heart. It’s important to be aware of what you do and why you do it. Again, there’s nothing wrong with reconfiguration. Mistakes isn’t the end. Collect principles from them.

(3) Choice/s. Once you know you’re in the right/wrong track, it doesn’t end there. Getting better takes initiative. You have to be active about what you want. If you have time to complain, you have time to do something productive and improve yourself as a person. I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to set small goals on your way up your personal stairs. It’s impossible to be a musician in one day simply because it’s too big a step. That’s just impossible for you.

Small goals are big decisions. They decide your new habits. Small goals are like, requiring yourself to practice at least five minutes a day. It’s the small routines that build up your muscle. As your muscle overgrows your routine, that signals you to set higher small goals. Things are achieved through consistency. The first two points are there so that you can detect your bad habits as early as you can to replace them with new habits. Habits maketh human.

The movie shows how far they went, not realizing the inner mechanism of their minds. They fail to challenge themselves. They fail to ask themselves important questions, and they have no desire to assess their wants and needs, and the consequences their decisions make.

Being human is not an easy thing, you should know.

You have a mind. Put it to good use.

I’m not afraid of failure. What I fear is the point of no longer wanting to learn, no longer desiring to progress.

THE WORLD DESERVES MORE FROM ME, AND IT IS TOO RICH AND TOO VAST FOR ME TO TAKE FOR GRANTED

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