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my-unmanageable-mischief · 3 years

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Almost Lost

For the Anon who requested : hello! i see that youre open for request, so please, can you write sirius x reader where they had a fight (sirius being flirty to others or anything), the reader just storm off and got kidnapped or hurt by death eater? an angst with fluff ending maybe? thank you so much

Sirius Black x Reader

“I said I was sorry!” Sirius yelled at you, following you as you stormed down the stairs, pushing past a confused looking James as you did.

“Take your sorry and shove it up your arse!” You yelled back, stopped on the stairs to point your wand at the young man, “Get away from me,” You hissed. He stopped, holding his hands up defensively, but he looked beyond pissed.

“Are you gonna hex me?”

“Into next week,” You promised, before turning to walk away again, you were staying at the safe house the order was using, someone always had to be there, and this month it was up to you, Sirius, James and a newly pregnant Lily’s turn.

“Y/N,” James tried to cut in, looking worriedly at his wife who shrugged helplessly from the sofa. When you and Sirius went at it, it was usually best to keep out. You two were both too fiery for your own good, and when you exploded, you exploded. But you always made up.

“Shut it James,” You both barked, then turned to glare at each other as if to say, ‘how dare you’. You grabbed your coat off the back of a chair and pulled it on, Sirius came to you, trying to stop you.

“Where are you going? What do you think you’re doing?” You yanked yourself out of his grip, continuing to pull the coat on.

“Like it matters to you, go flirt with McKinnon some more why don’t you,” He threw his hands into the air, groaning loudly.

“You’re insane,” He yelled, “Bonkers!” He tried to grab at you again, “And you’re not running off into the bloody night!” You shoved his chest, pushing him away from you, eyes burning with tears.

“And you’re a slag! I’ll do whatever I please!” You cried, “You don’t get a say in what I do!”

“Fine! Leave! And don’t come back!” He hollered and you stormed towards the front door, Sirius still in tow.

“I will! I hate you!” You opened the door, feeling the frigid air of London in winter hit your face. You were grateful for the cold, you needed to cool down. You stepped outside and Sirius attempted to grab you once more, you wiggled out of his grasp.

“Don’t-” He stopped, dropping his hands, “Say that!” You stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking up at Sirius in the doorway. You both didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at each other. Finally, you broke eye contact, turning and walking away into the night. “Y/N!” He yelled after you, making to follow but James put a hand on him, stopping him.

“Mate, give her some space.” Sirius shook his head wildly,

“It’s late and dark, she shouldn't be out alone.” He whispered, but James was already guiding him back into the house, “She said she hates me,” He muttered, dropping down into one of the armchairs. “Hates me!”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Lily assured him, shaking her head. “She is angry with you, she hates when you act like a jerk. It’s different.” James sat next to Lily on the small sofa, wrapping an arm around her.

“You were being a bit much mate, with the flirting.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” James gave him a look and Sirius crossed his arms defensively over his chest. “I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

“Well, Y/N started it, she was being a bitch all morning, I just wanted some fun banter is all,” Lily looked at him disapprovingly, and Sirius groaned, throwing his hands up again.

“I said she was being a bitch, not that she is one!” James nodded understandingly as Lily continued to purse her lips. The rest of the night was spent in relative silence. Sirius occasionally getting up to pace the small living room before looking out the window, like you’d be there, waiting on the steps.

“She should be home by now,” He commented when the clock in the room struck midnight, “It’s my fault, I told her not to come back,” He was growing more and more worried by the minute. “I shouldn’t have said that,”

“You both said things you didn’t mean,” Lily assured him, “She’s taking a mo for herself, maybe she went to Alice’s.” She tried to supply helpfully but Sirius wasn’t pacified.

“I’m going to go look for her,” He decided, going to grab his own coat, James got up, putting a hand on his arm.

“Give it another hour, let Lily mail Alice. If she isn’t back by one I’ll come with you, alright?” Sirius nodded his head slightly, tossing himself back down into the chair. James got Lily a quill and a piece of parchment, and owled her small note when she was finished writing it. Another hour and a quarter passed by tensely as they waited for the owl to return, Sirius still periodically checking the window. Finally there was a tap tap tap at the window and James went to let the owl back in. He opened the note as Sirius looked at it over his shoulder.

“She’s not there, we need to go find her,” James nodded his head and sighed, handing the note off to Lily.

“Alright, let’s go,” James agreed, grabbing his own coat as Sirius dashed towards the door- his coat forgotten.

They searched for you everywhere. All the streets in a mile radius, every alley, every nook and cranny. Sirius even started calling your name, much to the sleeping cities delight. He was becoming frantic, and James was growing more and more worried for his friend and for you.

“She always comes back, something is wrong,” Sirius stated, looking around wildly, practically spinning in a circle. James grabbed him, stopping him, Sirius looked at his friend with glistening eyes, “Something is wrong,”

“Maybe she went home, it’s nearly three, maybe she is home, sitting with Lily and they’re talking about how big of tossers we are-”

“You know that isn’t true.” James nodded slightly.

“Alright, where would she go, home?” Sirius shook his head. “Come on, Sirius, think, where would she go?” Something dawned on him.

“There’s a park a few blocks from here, I know she’s gone there before. To think, when I’m being a git.” How did he not check there first? Godrick, he was a fool.

“Come on then,” James nodded, “Let’s go,” They got to the park in record time, Sirius almost in a full on run, he went to the swings first, no one was there. Then he went and checked the benches on the other side of the park, also empty.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, James looked around as well, knowing better than to shush his friend at this point. “Y/N!” There was a rustling in a nearby bush and Sirius’s head snapped to look at it, then he was running. He couldn’t see or hear or even think. All he saw was one of your gloves laying on the ground near where the sound came from. He reached the bush and what he saw made his heart stop beating in his chest, “Y/N,” He cried out, and James was beside him in a second.

You were laying there, pale, dried blood around your scalp and mouth. He touched you and you were freezing.

“James, give me your coat,” He barked out and James obliged immediately. Sirius wrapped you in the warm fabric, and pushed the dried blood laden hair from your face. Your eyes fluttered and you looked at him- or past him. Sirius didn’t think you were really seeing him, you weren’t all there. He did this. He did this to you. He made you so mad, you left, and you got hurt. He did this to you.

“Siri?” You murmured, trying to lift a weak hand, he gripped the hand, squeezing your frozen digits in his hand.

“Shh, love, don’t try and talk. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” He promised, he was crying, he watched as his tears landed on your pale cheek. He leaned down and kissed them away, “You’re okay,”

“We need to get her home,” James stated, hand going to his friend's shoulder, “Come on,” Sirius gathered you in his arms, and lifted you, feeling your limp body in his arms. He wanted to squeeze you to him, to breathe life back into you somehow. The walk back home was tedious, James guiding Sirius through the dark streets back to the safe house. He reached the door first, propping it open as Sirius rushed inside.

“Take her to the fire,” James ushered them in, “She needs to warm up,”

“Merlin!” Lily cried, jumping to her feet when the group entered, eyes wide with horror, “What happened?”

“We don’t know, we found her in the park, go get blankets Lil, please.” Lily was off in an instant to go find blankets and to boil some water for tea. Tea would help. Sirius sat down in front of the fire, laying you gently onto the carpet, your head in his lap.

“Sirius?” You murmured, reaching out to him again, he held tightly to your hand, continuing to stroke your hair with his other hand.

“You’re okay, love, I’m right here.” He promised you, “It’s okay,” Lily returned with blankets and helped Sirius wrap you in them. He held you as some of the color returned to your cheeks, as your body became to warm up, and you began to stir more.

“Where am I?” You asked, groggily, and Sirius leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“We’re at the safe house,” He whispered. Lily got her book of medicinal spells and sat beside the two in front of the fire, smiling smally at you.

“Do you know what happened? So I can fix it?”

“Were you followed?” You asked, and the other’s shared an uneasy look.

“What?” James asked and you sat up slightly, eyes still unfocused, but full of panic.

“Death eaters, found me, did they follow you back from the park?”

“Y/N,” Lily spoke softly as Sirius continued to hold you, pulling you closer to him. “What did they do to you,”

“ Cruciatus Curse,” You managed to spit out, “Until I couldn’t see or breath or move,” Sirius winced, again pulling you closer. Lily let her medical book fall shut with a small gasp.

“Oh, Y/N,” She gushed, “I.. None of this will help, I think we have some Peppering Up potion in the kitchen, I’ll be right back.” She stood up, looking pointedly at James who followed her into the kitchen to give you a moment alone. You were coming back into yourself, and you sat up furter, looking at your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered and he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Why are you sorry?” He asked, gently, “This is all my fault,” You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears.

“All I kept thinking was... was I’m gonna die, and the last thing I said to you was I hate you, I’m so sorry,” You voice broke and tears were streaming down your cheeks. Sirius pulled you into a hug before pulling back far enough to kiss your lips- then each each, your chin, your nose and finally your forehead.

“I was so scared, I knew something bad had happened. I said so much I regretted saying, I am so so sorry, I am an arse, and I don’t deserve you. Or your love.” He whispered. You hugged him back, burying your face into the nook of his neck.

“I love you, I could never hate you,” You promised and he squeezed you to him.

“I know, I know. It’s okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.” He assured, over and over, “We’re okay. I love you too, so much.” You laid on the floor in front of the fire, embracing. Lily came in and dropped off the potion before saying goodnight, taking James with her. You spread out in front of the fire, cuddled up under the blankets. Your head was on Sirius’s chest and you listened to his heart beating strong beneath his jumper. All he could think of was how scared he was he almost lost you. How he would have never been able to forgive himself. How he couldn’t lose you, not now, not ever.

“Y/N?” He asked into the quiet room, seeing if you were still awake.

“Hm?” He took your left hand in his, and ran a finger over your knuckles.

“Marry me?” You lifted your head and gazed up at him.

“Seriously?” You asked, and he grinned down at you.

“I’m always serious.” He joked and you managed to roll your eyes at the man, “Yes I am serious. I learned an important lesson today, and I am so stupid. I am such a fool, that you had to get hurt for me to learn it. I need you, Y/N, today, tomorrow, forever. I want you to be my wife.” You looked at him for another long minute, seeing in his eyes how genuine he truly was. Finally you put your head back down on his chest, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Of course I’ll marry you,” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. He would never tell you not to come home again. That much he was sure.

#Harry Potter #sirius x reader #Sirius Black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #james potte #lily evans

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hobidreams · 4 years

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A Bit of Magic

pairing: platonic best friends hoseok x yoongi genre: fluffy fluff words: 1.1k contains: magic au, there is a cat, meow a/n: this drabble is sponsored by a generous anonymous donor to the Black Lives Matter movement!!! get your own fic here.

“I’ve decided.” Yoongi’s drawl comes floating down the stairs with the man himself. He’s holding the same (unopened) white envelope he disappeared with about an hour and a half ago.

“Aaaand?” Sitting at the worn kitchen table, Hoseok’s eyes shine with a sunny hope as he nurses a glass of something clear and bubbly. A few feet away, Jiminie the calico dozes on his favorite pillow.

Yoongi stops short when he reaches the end of the stairs. Promptly lets the envelope thunk into the trash can. “Nope.” Then he plops his butt down on the chair opposite Hoseok’s with just as much decorum.

“First of all, it’s 2020. Recycle.” Hoseok jokes as he twirls his hand and the envelope promptly floats out of the bin, doing somersaults in the air before landing right on the table. Face up, with Yoongi’s name emblazoned across it in jet black script.

Yoongi snaps his fingers. Right back into the trash it goes, though not nearly with the same elegance.

“Hyung.” Hoseok fetches it again, this time placing a spread hand firmly over the mail with now slightly dented corners. “What are you scared of?”

“Fireworks. Heights. Namjoon’s cooking. All rational things.”

“Yet opening a measly little envelope?” Hoseok taps the paper with the tip of his nails and little stars fly out, dissolving on contact with the wood.

Yoongi very pointedly stands up and steps to the kitchen counter. Jiminie opens a lazy eye and gives a small yawn at the movement. “’m not scared,” Yoongi mutters. He looks at the pot that’s simmering away above an artificial fire, then gives it a slow stir with a rotation of his skinny wrist. “Potion almost done?”

“Yeah!” Hoseok’s face brightens, then falls when he joins Yoongi and looks in the mini cauldron. “I think. Maybe. Is it supposed to be that color?” Owl droppings is the polite way of putting it. He ladles a few spoonfuls into a glass and observes the rather chunky texture.

Thing is, Hoseok hasn’t been making concoctions for very long, preferring intuitive or physical magic usually, so the last few experiments have been... very iffy. Yoongi’s far better at the craft, able to whip up brews that even taste good, in addition to being super effective against illnesses. But... Hoseok figures Yoongi won’t always be around to make his potions for him, so he should at least know the basics, right?

“Uhh, depends on what you’re making.”

Hoseok’s mouth opens. He’s about to answer when he thinks better of it. Just grins instead, opening his hand to summon the envelope. With his other hand, he picks up the warm glass. “Hyung. Open this or drink the mystery potion.”

Here comes Yoongi’s familiar scowl as his eyes flick between the two options. In Hoseok’s mind, this is a simple decision. Any rational person would just—

Yoongi grabs the glass and drains the entire damn thing.

“O-Oh s-shit, that’s really hot,” Yoongi sputters out, swallowing hard as he refills the glass with cold water and throws that back too. That leaves him with water dripping down his lips, a slight burn reaching down his throat as he leans against the counter for support.

Well, the good news is that other than adding to a lifetime of potion-related trauma at Hoseok’s hands, Yoongi doesn’t feel very different. He still has two eyes and all his fingers and toes. Nothing is spontaneously growing out of his ass (“it was one time!” Hoseok cries as he watches Yoongi check his backside with suspicion), nor has his hair changed into any outrageous colors.

Hoseok beams, showing all his pearly teeth. “Hey! You’re okay!”

Yoongi does not like the genuine surprise in Hoseok’s tone one bit.

“Was I not supposed to b—meow.”

They both freeze.

Slowly turn their heads to look at Jiminie, who’s gleefully licking himself on the table, blissfully lost in his own world of hairballs.

Hoseok goes first. “D-Did you say...”

“No, I didn—meow.”

Hoseok’s lips quirk up in the way it always does before bellyaching laughter and he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth when Yoongi’s scowl gets even deeper.

“What the fu—meow.” Yoongi’s fists tighten with annoyance. “How do I sto—meow?!”

Hoseok flies to the stove, peering into the murky potion depths. “Oops... Guess some of Jiminie’s hair must have gotten into the pot somehow!” At the sound of his name, the cat perks up, gives a tiny consolation mew of his own.

Yoongi clutches his forehead as if an awful headache is coming on. “See, with shit like this, meow, how am I supposed to leave you all alone?”

“But you’re not? Leaving me?”

Yoongi supresses a meow by swallowing at the same time. “What do you think... is gonna happen if I open that envelope?”

“But hyung, it’s your dream!” Hoseok grabs the letter. “You can’t just keep avoiding it. It’s not going to go away. Besides, I’m sure you got in!”

“But what if that’s not the answer I’m hoping for meow?!”

(Hoseok bites back the fact that it’s starting to sound like part of Yoongi’s regular speech.)

“You’ve been studying for this for so many years. You didn’t even sleep the night before you sent the application in because you were so excited. Trust me, you want this.”

“Fine. Fine!” Yoongi snatches the envelope away. “You want me to leave so badly? I’ll go.” He tears it open, not caring if the paper scrapes harshly against his finger and he could have just used magic. Not like it’d be stable right now anyway. He doesn’t stop until they’re both staring at the words that read ACCEPTED and WELCOME TO BANGTAN WIZARDRY and in that moment, everything becomes real.

“Holy—meow—fuck.”

“You did it!” Hoseok’s a little teary eyed as he crushes Yoongi into a hug. The letter flutters to the ground, any argument forgotten. “I knew you would! Ahhh, hyung, you’re going to university!”

Yoongi swallows, hard.

He forces his arms to move, to return Hoseok’s affection even as disbelief and excitement and fear and too many mixed emotions come surging up just to get stuck in his throat. “H-Hoseok-ah,” he eventually says in a voice so tiny. “I did it.”

“Don’t you worry about me. It’s just a year. Then I’ll be joining you right before you know it.” Hoseok grins as he lets Yoongi go, Jiminie winding his way through both of their legs as he wants to share in the festivities.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi frowns. “Absolutely sure?”

“Hell yes! And if you don’t believe me, I’ll drink the potion too. As proof.”

Turns out, Hoseok made a pretty damn powerful draft. Their meows don’t fade until three days later, but they spend all that time packing and poking fun at each other about the purrs. In between throwing out old broken timekeepers and spent candles, they reminisce about their childhood, then dream about the good days yet to come.

#ficswithluv #bts fluff #hoseok fluff #yoongi fluff #bts imagines #min yoongi #jung hoseok #sope #rain writes #drabble #thank you soooo much for commissioning me & contributing to the cause!

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womenhoodlooniness · 3 years

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Mean Girls: Codependency Edition

//TW: Bullying, codependency, narcissism

This is pretty much a two-parter with another post which I’ll link here.

So as I mentioned in my previous post, I was ashamed with the realization that my private school girl dream was a not a perfect one. Most of the time it was a fun experience, but like everything else, there was underlining flaws.

Including the girls that liked to bite back for no reason.

It’s a shame that not every girl was supportive, friendly, and/or understanding. Sometimes it did kind of plagued the comfy, tight-knit environment the school sustained. Especially since if one thing was said, then next thing you know it becomes a thought in everybody’s minds.

It was even more weirder since I was a freshman at this new school where I knew nobody. So having to deal with such behavior was always an odd thing because it was either A) I didn’t even know the person to even say such a thing about me or B) I JUST GOT HERE, HOW IS MY QUIET SELF SO WEIRD TO YOU.

I think part of the frustration also came from some sort of “culture shock” because I grew up in a school where it was predominantly Hispanic (Thanks to Chicago’s segregation) and now here I am dealing with a bunch of white girls judging me right off the bat.

Where’s the femme support? I thought we were all gals for crying out loud?!?!

However, there was this one comment I will never forget. The comment that changed my entire life. This comment had a tremendous amount of impact with what had came after. This comment exposed me to a whole new kind of weirdness and uncomfy-ness.

It was the start of my CODEPENDENCY.

Me: “Sorry what did you say? I was not listening.”

X: [Not even being talked to] “Oh that’s probably why you did not get the scholarship.”

Other girls at the table: *Appalled by what has been said*

Me: *Staying quiet and confused by the weird fuckery these young white girls tend to have for some reason*

BUT YES. IT WAS WITH SOMEONE I KNEW. AND IS THE SAME PERSON THAT DID NOT CARED ABOUT ME BEING BULLIED BY Z.

Unfortanely, before you know it, we became close and best friends later on...which was of course,

a HUGE MISTAKE.

So we became friends at first because we had the same music taste. So I guess from there on, she did not find me weird anymore. Z was still around but she probably did not want me around. She was most likely still bothered by me with my weird looking face and deep voice...

I must admit, there were fun times. I actually needed a friend. Which was probably the second red flag, other than being a good friend of my bully. I say this because this school had a unwelcoming taste to me that I so ignored and having a buddy by my side definitely soothed things out...out of desperation perhaps...

Especially since I was going through some rocky roads with my best friend and boyfriend at the time that I was afraid of losing. Basically, I really did feel like a damsel in distress.

So what do I do?

Be friends with somebody that I have a minor thing in common with.

There were times of annoyance with X that made me question if she was a good friend for me. It was mostly her underlining “bully” humor which I’ll explain more in a bit. Not only with how she found Z’s “jokes” about me funny, but overall how she found the pettiest things funny.

One time I cracked my phone so bad that I kind of felt like crying and just bothered by the whole situation. X ended up laughing which soon felt like she was laughing at me in the situation. I was too bothered by realizing that which made me whisper to her “fuck off” and other things because it really did not feel like a laughing manner.

BUT there would be other times where she was going through something even though she did not feel the need to laugh if I poked fun at it.

It’s as though X can take a joke if she is not perceived as the butt of the joke. Basically, where’s the fairness in that?

I must admit, these kind of experiences where not as strongly considered as they should of been. To be honest, the desperation for X grew more, especially during sophomore year because I was also going through a rocky relationship with a guy so anything helped during that time.

ANYTHING for myself to feel okay.

During junior year was when the codependency grew stronger. We both needed each other’s comfort (Well, at least I did) since we had transferred to different schools due to the private school closing down. It did not help since I was having more trouble adjusting to my new high school, especially since the people who I thought were my friends flaked out on me.

I had essentially became a lonely wreck since feeling lonely would crush my soul as soon as I would feel an ounce of it - anytime, anywhere,

So we would facetime hours on end. Did our very best to stay in touch...

Junior/Senior year was definitely the year where the codependency was strong because there was numerous times where X would belittle me for what I knew/not knew. I was very much blinded by the codependency since I took this as guidance and advice. But there would be times where I feel so exhausted from listening to her and/or feeling like something had to be said to me.

It’s as though X took advantage of my frail self while I was being overcome by the comfort of even having a friend around.

There was times where I needed space from any kind of social interaction so I would put my phone on “Do Not Disturb” which later on she kind of demeaned me for it by saying

“You know you can silence your phone while leaving the vibration on, right?”

Another time she yelled at me because I thought the concept of mail-order brides was stupid. But before I can explain myself (with a mind of my own) she got angry and started to explain how such a thing is necessary or what not.

X was not willing to listen to me, but I was numbed to listen to her.

Of course, the codependency broke me a whole lot that I never come to thought to stand up for myself. It made me blind to all the red flags. If anything, it’s as if I had forgotten I had a mind of my own.

I was forgetting who I was, without having to have somebody beside me.

X’s guiding voice started to have a patronizing tone to it. I was starting to realize that somebody I had looked up to was showing her true colors of being a burnt out gifted kid that felt like she had to be listened to.

I guess I was never cool to her. I was always just the weird but nice girl to have around.

It was during freshman year of college where I finally started to realize that maybe we did not need to be each other’s friends anymore. I started to take the red flags more seriously as they came along.

I started keeping note with how I was more so becoming a friend in the background whenever X and Z and I hanged out with each other. I started to feel like more of the friend they had to invite. I just knew the other times they would hang, it would be responded with

“Oh, we did not think you wanted to come.”

Of course I started to accept with that potential thought, until it hit me that they actually could give less of a damn about me in their lives.

I should of known when they complained about having to drive to my house to pick me up as it was across the tracks and would always ask when I would get a car...if they were really my friends then they would be more than glad to have me join along.

No matter how bumpy the road would be.

Every visit to X’s house and every hangout with both X and Z started to feel more weary and more awkwardly new every time. They would be sitting right across from me but I slowly started to feel like I did not know them anymore; they were becoming strangers to me.

I would never forget what Z had said to X during one of the many times to tell her off....they also had a concerning friendship too of “bantering”

“Let her speak. Stop speaking for her like you always do.”

Z knew.

Overall, I realized X was not willing to see me grow and become a new person. I also accepted how X was not going to change her ways. My last straw was when she told me off about my relationship. I had put my trust in her to talk about such things, not for her to backstab me with information and to be the “know-it-all” of every situation.

I got sick of it.

It really bothered me. I found it disrespectful. Better yet, I bet you she does not even find it bothersome herself. I bet you she’s proud of what she said. Because that was her main thing: Not owning up to her actions.

In other words, not knowing when she has done wrong.

She was blinded by her own pride.

After what happened, everything started to become more and more bleak as months went on...pretending to forget about each other. I had officially cut all contact when I had to change my phone number; we haven’t talked ever since last May.

The best I can do now is accept my past self and improve/create a new one for the future. One that involves becoming the friend I wish I had but for other loved ones in my life. That in itself is a kind deed I’m willing to commit.

It is heart breaking to come to realize that X’s flaws really got in the way of our friendship. I went through so much shit with her only to be aware that she’s not a good friend for me. And to think I had a best gal pal that helped me through so many heart aches, girl drama, etc. only for me to think that it was all probably out of pity.

Who’s to say if she still saw me as the weird girl that she met in freshman year, and nothing else?

X’s flaws does make me feel like something else was up with her besides being the gifted kid who had to grow up fast. Something tells me that she possess a narcissistic behavior.

Having to be the “know-it-all”, always listened to, not accepting when they’re wrong, not taking accountability...

It was even worse since I so much of a naive, insecure girl back then. So anything that would of conquered over me, I would of just let it happen without even realizing. Making me not come to touch with the many red flags as well as having X liking how I was in a frail state of mind sometimes. I could not think for myself so it was easy for myself to become a puppet.

I was easily a target for her desire to feel needed.

I don’t want to be the ignorant person who’s making a diagnosis through a freaking Tumblr post but, one would wonder. In fact, I am probably the only one wondering and that’s okay! I was the one that got affected by her extreme behavior so I think I at least have the right to wonder if she does possess such a behavioral trait.

I mean for crying out loud, X thought she did something when she tried to insult me for not getting a scholarship that she won. Mind you, that was our first interaction together too!

But I am aware that perhaps codependency may not be the best term to describe our past friendship. Perhaps something like “one-sided” may be more appropriate but hey, this is what I saw and what I experience.

Overall, I have a feeling this is more than just internalized misogyny. Who’s to say if narcissism is intertwined with such a concept? Severe or not? With that said, how many more femme friendships need to be ruined until this is seen as a serious issue? I remember telling my current girl friends:

“Generally speaking, if we ladies don’t have each other, supporting each other’s backs, then we’re fucked.”

I do find it ironic how X and Z would love watching David Dobrik (Another shitty Youtuber being cancelled) because of his "humor” of poking fun at things but turns out he could also be a sociopath/narcissist too, especially with the latest drama there is of him.

I guess life does imitate art.

#Womenhood #Looniness #Bullying #codependency #narcissim #david dobrik #private high school #femme #insecurity #naiive #lonliness

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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“I’ve got my fuzzy socks on and I’m ready for summer”

You arrive in New York at 10 AM. What's the first thing you do? Find a nice, cute cafe to get a coffee and pastry from and chill at for a bit while sorting out my plans for the day. You go by your locker & your bf/gf is cheating on you. What comes to mind? I’m not in school anymore, but hypothetically I’m sure I would feel a lot of emotions--angry, hurt, upset, confused... like wtf?? And damn, right in front of everyone, too? That would be humiliating.

You have to take out the trash & clean your room. Your reaction? I’m 31 years old, you gotta do that kinda stuff when you’re adult. I don’t personally take out the trash because it would be really difficult for me to do in a wheelchair, but I have other stuff I have to do. I don’t particularly enjoy it, it just is what it is.

How many siblings do you have? I have two brothers.

Have you ever made fun of a homeless/ mentally challenged person? No. What a shitty thing to.

Make up a funny word with your first name in it. I don’t know.

Do you like campfires? Yes. I love the smell, it makes me think of fall. And just the coziness of it.

What's your favorite color to write with? Black.

Do you write poetry? No.

When's your 20th birthday? [Day & Month is fine. Year if you want.] I turned 20 back in July 2009.

Do you spit in public? Ew, no. I don’t spit at all except for when rinsing my mouth after brushing my teeth. It makes me gag seeing people spit. I also have to watch out for that when wheeling around outside because I would DIE if it got on my wheels and then me. akjkslfjldsfjkldsfjkl. I’m going to throw up just thinking about it.

Are you in high school/middle school/college? I’m done with school.

How many push ups can you do? Zero.

How would you react if your cat/dog died? I’ve been through that twice before with my doggos, it’s absolutely heartbreaking and devastating. My dogs are my family. It’s no different than losing any loved one; they’re a loved one, too. I had a really hard time when my dog, Brandie, passed. It was so sudden and unexpected.

Are you trustworthy? Yes.

“when I make it shine...”

Do you play video games often? I’ve been playing Animal Crossing just about everyday since earlier this year. Prior to that, I’ve played a few other games in their entirety since having my Nintendo Switch that I got over a year ago.

Do you like life, love, funny or boy quotes the best? I like # relatable quotes.

Have you ever been cheated on? No.

Have you ever had fruit pizza? No.

Would you like to learn karate? No.

Do you think it would have been cool to live in the 80s? Maybe.

Do you think we'll have robots in the future? They’re already a thing, they’re just not like easily, readily available to everyone like a Rosie from The Jetsons or something.

Was the sun out today? Not yet cause it’s 5:54AM and it’s still pitch black, but it will be.

Do you know what 143 stands for? “I love you.”

Does it get up to 100 degrees where you live? Ugh, yes. And higher. D:

When you play video games, do you like the sound on or off? I generally have it low or off.

When's the last time you saw fireworks? Fourth of July.

Do you like Dr. Pepper? Yeah.

Will you be seeing the new Transformer movie? I never saw any of them. Not my thing.

What made this week, one to never forget? Election 2020 will be talked about forever. This year in its entirety will be, but this election was a huge one.

“Tell me why you’re leaving me”

Did you wear shorts today? I don’t wear shorts.

Do you own a fur hat? No.

Do you still use the old time mail? I still receive mail, yes. I pretty much never send anything, though.

Have you ever played flag football? Yeah.

What color is your laptop? It’s silver.

Do you like Paris Hilton? I don’t have anything against her.

Did you smile at all today? Not so far, but it’s only 6AM.

Do you have an Xbox? My brother does and I’ve used it.

When you were little did you have a magic 8 ball? Yeah.

Have you ever ate grass or birdseed? Eww, no. I wasn’t the kid that stuck everything in their mouth or ate weird stuff.

Do you and your friends have secret codes? I don’t have any friends.

Have you ever seen the Lincoln Memorial? Not in person.

What's your profile picture on Facebook of? Me with my It/Pennywise mask on. It’s his mouth.

Do you own a yo-yo? No.

What celebrity is your fashion icon? I don’t have a fashion icon.

“How do you love someone without getting hurt?”

Do you hope you live to be the age 70 or older? I don’t want to think about dying.

Did you go to preschool? Yep.

Do you usually wear your hair up when it's hot out? Yeah. I wear my hair up all the time cause I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything else with it.

Where were you when 9/11 happened? I was bedridden at home because I had spinal surgery a couple weeks prior.

Which would you rather play: guitar or drums? Guitar.

Have you ever gotten detention? No.

When you were little, did you used to watch Franklin? Yeah. Aww, he’s adorable.

What's the most exciting thing that's happened during your lifetime? 9/11 and this pandemic are definitely the most memorable, but I wouldn’t use the term “exciting” to describe them. A few of our blizzards, perhaps. <<< Yeah, definitely not exciting, but certainly major, life changing, go-down-in-history events.

How high can you count in a foreign language? I could go on and on in Spanish like I could English, but let’s be real I’d stop at 100 haha.

What's the best thing to do on a hot day? Stay indoors with the AC or go to the beach.

Would you like to go to Rome? Sure.

Do you use Febreeze? Sometimes. I prefer my Bath & Body Works room sprays, though.

Have you ever been to a rainforest? No.

How many days of school are left for you? I’m done with school.

How do you usually get tan? That only happens when I go to the beach. Sadly, I didn’t get to go this year.

“Last name ever, first name greatest”

Snickers or Twix? I like both.

Have you ever tried to sleep on an airplane? I tried, but couldn’t.

When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yes. Those are classics.

Are you more afraid of snakes or death? Both are scary to me, but death is just a little more serious...

Would you like to go to Australia? Sure.

Do you like Drake? Yeah, I like a lot of his songs.

What color are your headphones? Black.

Do you live in the past? Yes. :/

When it's spring, do you plant flowers? No. I don’t do any gardening.

Have you ever laughed for 10 minutes? I don’t think I ever have for that long.

Do you help your friends every time they need help? I tried to as much as I could.

Ever seen a Koala Bear up close? No.

Would you rather be blind or deaf? I’d obviously rather not be either one...

Once your done, are you done for good? Really depends on what I’m attempting to be done with.

Does it annoy you when girls wear a lot of make up? No? I don’t why I would care.

“Blow the world a kiss”

Do you live by a river? No.

Do you like being outside when it's storming? I like enjoying it from inside.

Ever thought about becoming a cop? No. A cop in a wheelchair... that’d be interesting.

Have you ever tried sushi? Ew, it’s disgusting.

When you were little, did you use to roll down hills? No.

Do you like store bought cakes or homemade ones better? I’d enjoy either one.

Do you think your a good kisser? No. Now I’m really out of practice.

Do you like long or short sleeves better? I like my sleeves to be like halfway from my elbow if that makes sense. Not a quarter sleeve, but a bit above that. Unless it’s cold, then I like long sleeves. I love when the sleeves are long enough to be able to pull down over my hands, but it’s hard to get the perfect fit when you have long arms like I do.

Do you like the name Jacob for a boy? Sure.

Could you live without electricity? Like, for how long? It would be a struggle, no denying that. I’ve never experienced going more than a few hours without it. I know people have to experience long periods without it sometimes or not have it at all, so I’m definitely fortunate.

Have you ever ate/drank something that was blue? Blue Gatorade, Pepsi Blue, the blue Mountain Dew, Kool-Aid, blue candies and cakes.

When is your last day of summer this year? I’m not in school, so no summer break anymore. However, summer is over and it has just recently started to feel like fall, so I’m quite happy about that.

Would you rather hang out with people who are loud or quiet? Quiet.

Have you ever had a pet turtle? No.

Do you want an iPad? Nah.

“You look like you want to party”

Are you double jointed? My thumbs are.

Have you ever done karaoke? Definitely not publicly, but at home.

What's your middle name? I’m not sharing that.

Do you wish on stars? No. I did when I was a kid.

Do you recycle? We recycle plastic bottles and cans.

Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

What's something you'll do when your older, but not now? I don’t know. Are you currently drinking anything? I’m finishing a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

What color is your shirt? Black.

Have you ever played laser tag? Nope.

Does your best friend live within 5 minutes from you? My mom and I live together.

If you got dared to dye your hair purple, would you? No. I dye my hair red and I want to keep it that way. It would be a big, annoying process to do another color and then to go back if I wanted, so nah.

How many contacts do you have in your cell phone? Not many.

Do you own earmuffs? No. It doesn’t get cold enough for them here.

Nothing worse than being sunburnt, don’t you agree? I’ve experienced much worse, but they are awful.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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wonwuism · 4 years

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Chapter 3.

Tuesday | NYC Institute of the Arts | Rooftop Café17 | 01:47 pm

“I’m not saying tie dye is ugly, I’m just saying there’s a reason it’s never been used in fashion before. Like, ever.”

“Sounds like you just think it’s ugly.”

Wonwoo wasn’t really paying attention to his friends. Whenever Vernon and Minghao started yet another discussion about fashion he usually zoned out into his own thoughts until they decided to let him decide who was right, as if he understood what they were even talking about. There was a good reason that he designed games and they designed clothing.

“Wonwoo what do you think about multi colored clothes?” Wonwoo looked over at his friends and thought for a second.

“Depends. If you’re talking about color blocking, I love it. If you’re asking me if I think Vernons shirt is ugly. I do. I hate it.” Minghao threw his head back in laughter and clapped his hands so loud, people around them started looking where the sound was coming from.

“You’re both assholes, you know that right?” Vernon took an angry bite from his chicken sandwich. Wonwoo chewed on his cheek instead. He wasn’t hungry today. It had been three days since he scribbled his e-mail address on a post it note for Mingyu to take. He wasn’t even sure why he was thinking about it so much, but just the thought of Mingyu never actually sending the pictures kept running through his mind. After thinking about it for another five minutes he couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey guys?” The two mouths that had been excitedly talking about their weekend and the weird night out they’d had both shut and his friends shifted their focus on Wonwoo now.

“How long do you think it takes for a photographer to, you know, edit pictures?” Minghao raised his eyebrows in suspicion, since this was so obviously not a Wonwoo kind of question. Vernon, however, never really questioned anything and reacted right away.

“Well, it depends on how many shots they took and how much editing those shots need in terms of photoshop and stuff.”

“They’re just portrait shots of one guy that someone took at the shop. I was wondering when he’s going to e-mail them to me.” Vernon opened his mouth to answer, but Minghao beat him to it. As usual he could see right through Wonwoo as well as Jun did. It was something about his Chinese friends that made it impossible to hide things from them.

“Are you waiting for the pictures or for him to contact you?” It was Vernons turn to raise his eyebrows now and before Wonwoo could even think of an answer, Minghao spoke again.

“You’re usually never impatient, much less when it’s about something you don’t really care about, like, I don’t know, pictures from the flower shop. Spill it Wonwoo, who is this guy.”

Wonwoo let out a breath. They got him. He shouldn’t have asked them about it and just waited it out. Now he was going to tell them all about his dumb crush and they were going to ask him about it all the time. He could feel the panic under his skin, knocking at his bones again, but he calmed himself down. He wasn’t going to let it get to him over something as silly as this. Vernon and Minghao were his friends and even though they didn’t know about his anxiety disorder, they wouldn’t make fun of him for anything. They never judged anyone and they wouldn’t start now.

“Okay, so-“ Two bodies turned his way dramatically. “All I know really, is that his name is Mingyu and that he’s a photographer. He said that the shots were for his portfolio as well as the model’s, so I doubt he’s a professional. Oh and he’s straight.”

“He’s straight?”

“Yeah I know, but I was already kind of crushing on him when he told me that he thinks he doesn’t like guys, so it was a little too late for me to do anything about it.”

Both boys nodded and Wonwoo saw them think about answers to questions he didn’t ask. They were looking for solutions for problems that didn’t exist yet, and even though he loved his friends for it, he didn’t need to hear their two cents on the situation, so he cut them off.

“Don’t worry though, he’ll send the pictures soon and that’ll be the end of it.”

Before another word was said, Wonwoo could see Juliette walk their way. She always walked so lightly, like nothing was weighing her down. Her brown ponytail swung across her back and she seemed to glow in the light that beamed down on the rooftop café. She was the prettiest girl Wonwoo knew. He waved at her to divert attention from his miserable story and all was forgotten when Vernon saw his girlfriend come over.

“Hey guys!” She pecked Vernon’s cheek and took a seat next to him. Vernon looked at her with stars in his eyes for a second and Wonwoo felt a little jealous as usual. Who could blame him though. The two had been in love since they talked for the first time and had been together for 5 years now, still as in love as they’d been that first day. They were the couple that handled their problems before talking to anyone else about them and the kind of couple that got along with each other’s friends well, but still gave each other enough space to live their own lives. They were the kind of couple to sit next to each other after being together for 5 years and still secretly hold hands under the table just because they liked it. It was cute.

“Hey, what’s up? Don’t you have class now?” Vernon asked. She shook her head and made a pouty face. “It got cancelled because miss Claudette fell ill. She’s my favorite teacher though, so I hope she gets better soon. And I really like her class, so I’m a little sad now.” She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her coffee. “Hey Jules?” It was Minghao. She raised her eyebrows at him and hummed a response.

“Do you know anyone in photography by the name Mingyu?” Wonwoo almost choked on his spit and avoided Vernon’s surprised look to shoot daggers from his eyes at Minghao. Juliette was sweet and he trusted her for sure, but Minghao knew that Wonwoo didn’t like talking about his personal stuff to people.

“Mingyu? Uhhhh Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu… No, I don’t think I know him. There’s a Min-gi, though. Maybe that’s the one you’re looking for?” Minghao turned to look at Wonwoo who shook his head no. “No, it’s definitely Min-gyu. Kim Mingyu, I think.”

“No, I don’t think we have anyone in the photography department with that name, sorry.” She didn’t ask any more information and Wonwoo was glad. She was like Vernon in a way that they were willing to help you as much as you needed them to, but they didn’t push you to tell them more.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s not really important anyway. I have to go, though. See you guys around.” He took his own empty cup and other trash off the table to throw it away and the others waved at him before he walked off. He didn’t really have to go. He was just leaving because they were talking about him too much for his liking. Wonwoo knew that they were just going to continue without him now, but as long as he wasn’t there to hear it, he didn’t really mind.

Wonwoo debated on whether to go home or to the flower shop to work on his project, but a text from Jihoon already decided for him.

Jihoon: I’m in WOOZI mode

He chuckled. Whenever he got that text he knew what time it was. Jihoon was in a huge producing flow and was making magic in their room. WOOZI was the name he produced under and this simple text let Wonwoo know not to come home for a while to not disturb the process. Some people would’ve thought it’s annoying not to be able to go home, but Wonwoo didn’t mind. It had been a while since Jihoon had sent him anything like this or let him hear a new song, so Wonwoo put his phone into his pocket and was on his way to the shop.

Tuesday | Pledis Flowers | 06:03 pm

Wonwoo was debating on what he would have for dinner. He’d been working on his game for a while without making a lot of progress for a few hours. He could get some Mexican takeout and treat Jihoon for doing well today. He was just about to text if his roommate had dinner plans yet, when his e-mail app showed a notification. Heart beating, fingers shaking, breath quickening. Wonwoo opened the e-mail and there it was. Mingyu’s name.

Hey Wonwoo!

I attached a folder with the shots I ended up choosing for my portfolio :)

I hope you like them enough to put them on the website!

I also added some tulips that I took a picture of the other day because I know you like flowers. Or I think you do, since you work in the flower shop haha

Anyway let me know what you think,

Mingyu

Wonwoo didn’t miss the way Mingyu added 10 numbers under his name. He gave Wonwoo his phone number. Wonwoo scolded himself for thinking too much about it. It just meant he preferred to discuss the pictures over the phone. That’s it.

With one click on the attached folder, Wonwoo held his breath. Jeonghan looked more like an angel than ever in these pictures. The lighting from outside hit his features perfectly and Wonwoo took a moment to appreciate the color correcting Mingyu had done to the pictures. They looked amazing and professional.

The last picture just showed an unedited shot of some pink and yellow tulips that made Wonwoo smile. He felt proud for somehow being a small part of this and he called Joshua over to show him the pictures. Seungcheol was with a customer and Wonwoo knew he didn’t really care much for the pictures anyway.

Josh stood behind him as Wonwoo opened the first one and with every new picture he could just feelJoshua go crazier. None of them said anything until the last picture was on the screen. “That’s all of them,” Wonwoo said. He looked over to his colleague to see what he could only describe as a man in love. Joshua was still staring at the screen with eyes glazed over, like his mind wasn’t really in the room anymore. “I’m in love with him. Good god, I’m so in love Wonwoo. I need to see him again.”

Wonwoo gave him a soft smile. He’d never seen Joshua like this. Usually it was all overly confident remarks and flirting, but the way he was looking at the pictures right now told Wonwoo that this time things might be different. He clicked the picture off the screen and it now showed the e-mail Mingyu sent him. He was about to close that tab, too, when Joshua stopped him.

“Wait, he gave you his phone number?” Big eyes stared at Wonwoo and he felt slightly uncomfortable at the fact that Joshua knew about it now. It had felt kind of secret before, and Wonwoo realized he actually liked it like that.

“Um, yeah, I think he wants me to let him know if I like the pictures that way.” Joshua all of a sudden seemed to be completely back into reality and he was almost shaking with excitement. “Wonwoo, this is perfect! You can help me get to Jeonghan through Mingyu! You have to call him right now! Please?”

Wonwoo thought about it. He didn’t want to ask Mingyu to help out arrange things for Joshua. Especially since he’d already mentioned he doesn’t like to get into other people’s personal business. What if he felt used or even got mad at Wonwoo for suggesting it?

“Not right now, but I’ll see what I can do, okay? But if I get too nervous about it please don’t be mad. I’m not even sure if I even have the guts to call him at all.”

Joshua nodded. He understood. “Yeah, that’s okay, just think about it, okay? You wanna grab dinner together? I’m craving pancakes.” Wonwoo shook his head no and told Josh he was probably going to treat Jihoon to Mexican food, since he worked hard today.

They talked a little about the pictures with Seungcheol while they worked on cleaning and organizing the shop and Wonwoo walked out with them to close for the day before waving them off and walking the other way to take a subway to his dorm. He decided that he’d just order takeout and pick it up before heading into the dorms without even asking Jihoon. He knew the boy probably hadn’t been outside anyway, so Wonwoo thought he could take the risk.

Tuesday | Wonwoo’s dorm room | 09:16 pm

Leftover takeout was on the floor and soft hip hop was playing in the background. Jihoon had told Wonwoo all about his new tracks and said that taking a walk the other day had really helped him out, so he decided to go for a walk every night from now on.

Wonwoo had his eyes closed and he listened to the sounds coming from Jihoons speakers. He didn’t hear the lyrics though. All Wonwoo could think about right now were ten little numbers. They spun around his head in a loop, demanding his attention. They made him nervous to no extent, but he knew they wouldn’t stop their torture until he pressed them into the screen on his phone and clicked the call button.

And he wanted to, he realized. He wanted to call Mingyu and talk about the pictures, just to hear his voice. Maybe they could talk about other things, like why Mingyu wasn’t majoring in photography and what he did do. Wonwoo didn’t know if he’d have the balls to ask about it, though. But he was going to call him right now. He had to.

Quickly, so he didn’t have any room to change his mind, Wonwoo pressed the numbers into his screen. He only saw them twice in the e-mail, but it had been enough to know them by heart already. Wonwoo blamed it on being a visual learner. With a shaky thumb he put the phone to his ear to hear it ring.

Pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t. Don’t. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. No, don’t-

“Hello?” Shit.

“Hi, um… Is this- is this Mingyu?”

“Yeah this is he. Wait, Wonwoo is that you?” As every time, Mingyu switching to Korean made Wonwoo feel comfortable and a little light inside.

“Yeah, it’s me, hi.” He should’ve thought about what to say. This was awkward. Mingyu was going to think he’s weird. Great job Wonwoo.

“Oh hi! I’m so glad you called!” Mingyu sounded like the overexcited puppy that Wonwoo remembered, and it made him think that maybe this wasn’t all that awkward as long as Mingyu kept talking to him like this.

“Did you see the pictures I sent you? Wait, of course you did. You wouldn’t have called if you didn’t.” Wonwoo’s heart fluttered, because Mingyu was also nervous. “Yeah, I did. They were wonderful. So pretty.”

“Wonderful. I don’t think anyone’s said that about my pictures before. It sounds nice. Thank you.” It took a few seconds of silence to realize Mingyu couldn’t see him smile and Wonwoo felt a little stupid, but then Mingyu talked again and Wonwoo wondered if he didn’t hate the fact that Wonwoo was so quiet.

“So, I was thinking. I’ve been working on my portfolio for a while, but- I’m really bad at the whole design part of it. I can’t seem to make it look nice, no matter what I do. Would you, only if you want to, please help me out with it? Just give me some advice about coloring maybe, or placement? I’m really at the end of my wits here. I’ve spent hours on it already, but it still…” he laughed. “Yeah it looks like shit.”

Wonwoo laughed too. He liked that Mingyu was asking him for help. Not just because it’s him, but because it was a good thing that Mingyu wasn’t afraid to own up to his mistakes and it’s something that Wonwoo found to be a sign of good character. His mom had taught him that back when he was small. She also said Wonwoo was a little too good at it, since he saw mistakes that he didn’t even make. She was always right.

“Do you want to send it to me so I can make notes on it?”

“Actually, I think it’s best if we meet up. Is that okay with you?”

Wonwoo’s heart quickened and he tried not to breathe too fast so Mingyu would hear it. It was fine, this was fine. It was completely okay.

“You can pick the place if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

There it was again. Mingyu sensing Wonwoo’s anxiety, even through the distance of a phone call. Mingyu taking steps back to make him feel more at ease. Whether that be physical steps like the first time they met, or just a step back in his excitement over the phone, because he could tell it overwhelmed Wonwoo.

“Yeah, we can meet. I’ll think about the place. Is it okay if I text you about when and where?” All of a sudden being on the phone with Mingyu felt too close for Wonwoo and he wanted to get away from it.

“Oh, okay, yeah that should be fine. I’m available any night this week except for Friday.”

“Okay, I’ll see when I’m free. Goodnight Mingyu.”

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Were the flowers wonderful as well?”

Wonwoo closed his eyes so hard he saw white and all of a sudden he wanted to scream, or cry, or hit something. Mingyu was so incredibly nice to him and Wonwoo didn’t want him to. It was too much.

“They were,” he managed to squeak out.

“Good. Goodnight Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo hung up the phone and immediately a wave of panic hit him. Terrible thoughts washed over him. Thoughts that told him lies and that made him feel horrible about himself. Wonwoo curled himself up into a ball on his bed and tried to calm his breathing. The music in the background was so loud. Way too loud. But Wonwoo was frozen, so he couldn’t move to turn it down.

For twenty minutes Wonwoo panicked. His breathing went wild and his heart exploded with every beat. His hands shook and his head hurt so bad he wanted to split it in half to let out the monster hiding in his skull. After those twenty minutes his body gave up on him for the night, too exhausted to do anything else. Wonwoo fell into a restless sleep filled with scenarios in which he ruined everything.

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spiltscribbles · 4 years

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211 please! Any ship!

Notes: Thank you bubby! This actually helped me get out a slump lol, i really really hope you enjoy this fluffy mess and I would love to hear your thoughts!

A Reblog saves a life! | Send Me A Prompt

Annabeth is a fully fledged adult now, honest.

She subscribes to the New Yorker, listens to podcasts in the morning while getting ready for her crummy, right out of college internship in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in the city. She votes even in the primaries and remembers to reload her metro card before it’s out and has even got a God forsaken schedule that she relies on like a lifeline.

All this to say, Annabeth had really once thunk that becoming an adult meant your life turns stale and your days become monotonous. But that was before she began boarding with three literal definitions of spitfires in a Bushwick apartment way too small for four girls, and way to run down for the countless prank wars waged between them and the boys across the way.

Annabeth tries telling Piper this one Thursday afternoon while she’s loading her Nerf gun with the water balloons that Rachel’s preparing with such precision that it kinda terrifies Annabeth shitless, if she’s being frank.

“’s too late to surrender now Chase!” Piper bellows, cocking and then setting down the toy gun in a neat row for the next to be prepared. “It’s about honor now.”

“Honor?” Annabeth repeats in a voice that’s flat enough to cut.

“They’ve won the last two rounds Annabeth,” Rachel tells her, point blank as she ties the next water balloon to be passed off, alabaster skin freckled with paint like always when she comes back from one of her classes. “They’re getting too big headed over this.”

“Yesterday Leo offered to buy me a latte! The little fuck.”

Annabeth’s fair brows knit together, totally confused to Piper’s sudden flash of anger, but reckons that it would be impossible to understand the perceived slight even if she asked Piper to explain.

“You guys are off your rockers,” Annabeth informs them instead, flickers her gaze over to Hazel for some support from someone who is actually sane. She in turn only shrugs, endeared looking as she returns to her sketches.

“Et tu Brute?”

“it’s fun,” Hazel says in her southern drawl, which Annabeth once thought was sweet because it reminded her of venturing outdoors in the Virginia foothills when she was a tot. Though now Annabeth has decided that the accent is actually a ploy to make her sound welcoming for her pray before she killed them off. Knows it for a fact that she’s done it with that friend who visits enough that he’s practically living with the guys too, which obviously means he was roped into all this ridiculousness.

“You’re either with us or against us baby doll,” Piper winks Annabeth’s way, starts a new round of ammunition with Rachel. “This one’s for Mama Fisher in the stars!”

“Insane! Fucking insane! Annabeth repeats emphatically before storming out there apartment to grab the mail, suddenly feels accosted with unwelcome nerves when she steps into the elevator only to be met face to face with one of the aforementioned boys across the hall, the objectively good looking, but impossibly kind one. All ebony locks and crooked grins and eyes the color of sea glass.

Oh fuck.

“Annabeth,” he crows, positively gleeful sounding, which only makes it so her cheeks begin to redden, and her chest contracts.

“Percy, hey how’s it been.”

“Fine,” he says with a one armed shrug, begins scratching the back of his head sheepishly. And God fucking damn it, he doesn’t also get to be cute! That’s not fair! “You headed to work?”

“oh, ah yeah, I mean just for some overtime. We got commissioned for this new thing in Germany of all places, and they kinda need all hands on deck.”

He whistles, low and impressed.

“Why do I get the sense that they’d crumble without you?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Because flattery is a great way to make friends,” Annabeth smirks, strolls out towards the back row of mail slots to get the inevitable pack of bills and adverts that’s waiting for them.

“Oy, I take offense to that Annabeth,” he sniffs, leans against the wall besides her, one leg crossed over the other, effortless in the whole CW pretty boy with a mysterious past shtick he’s got working for him. An even more hilarious thought on account to Annabeth knowing how his ma sends him a basket of homemade, blue cookies every Sunday afternoon, and that he spends most of his free time protesting for action against climate change with his best friend from literal childhood, a scruffy, adorable dork named Grover.

“Is that right?” She snorts as she shuffles through the letters, tosses away the offer for a free garden gnome from some Lady named Aunty Em, crams a coupon for a free panty from Victoria’s Secret into her bra, and texts the group chat for Rachel to pick up a letter from her dad and Hazel one from her older brother.

“Course,” Percy sulks, big eyes glittering a thousand shades of green that it kinda takes Annabeth’s breath away. “I thought we’ve been friends, at least for a while now.”

“You know what they say about assuming Perseus,” Annabeth snorts, hip checking him as she makes the track down to the nearest subway stop, at least a five minute walk. She totally is not utterly elated over the fact that he’s still walking besides her, dimpling down like there were no where else he’d rather be.

“You know I didn’t even think you could allude to curse words,” Percy guffaws, impossibly bright and impossibly real. “I thought you were too prim and proper for that sorta behavior.”

“Shut up seaweed brains,” Annabeth laughs, can’t help the smile that breaks her face in half whenever he’s around.

“No deadass Chase!” he defends, emphatic. “I even bet Jason that you were related to like Grace Kelly or some shit, that it’s like illegal in your familial bylines to present yourself as anything other than perfect in public.”

“You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh my God! You did it again! It’s like it’s Christmas!”

Faux aggrieved, Annabeth rolls back her head in exasperation, eyes alone definitely not enough to emote the proper level of feeling.

“Hey don’t blame me,” Percy raises his hands in concession. “You’re the one who refuses to have fun, like you were a forty year old lawyer.”

Annabeth hikes up her brows, affronted.

“i have fun!”

“Right,” Percy snorts. “I’m sorry babe but Friday night board games don’t count.”

“Those are fun Percy!” Annabeth argues.

“You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face!” Percy insists, stopping outside the stairwell.

“And what? Pelleting one another with water balloons like we were Freshman’s in college again, that’s fun to you I suppose?” Annabeth charges, glare firmly set and weight slung to her left hip.

“Why yes Grandma, it is,” Percy tells her, words hugged in a playful cadence that really could entice anyone to commit a felony with him. The bastard.

“You are a prick,” Annabeth informs him waspishly.

“And you don’t always gotta be so stressed. I mean I respect the hustle Chase, but you’re allowed to just chill once in a while, let down your hair and all.”

“You couldn’t handle that,” she sniffs, pulls out her card to swipe. “If I actually tried me and the girls would ruin you fools.”

“Is that right?”

“Wipe the floor with you,” Annabeth assures.

“Well then, looking forwards to the challenge Chase,” Percy beams, softly tugs on her high pony before walking back to the apartments. It feels like a legion of butterflies are swarming down deep in Annabeth’s stomach over the small contact alone.

“Damn you Percy Jackson.”

“Remind me again why you’re helping? Hazel asks for the third time that Saturday morning as the four sum are crowded around the makeshift map Annabeth had sketched out for them to follow, fully determined now.

“Shh,” Piper swats at her arm, as if physically trying to shoo the question away. “Annabeth we don’t care as long as you explain the plan just one more time.”

“Slower,” Rachel tacks on, gnawing on her thumb nail nervously.

“Right, well just listen closer ladies, this is a one and done deal, okay?” She’s met by a chorus of nods before she repeats her game strategy, one where each girl takes one of the four main hotspots around the building, skulking in the shadows until the predicted guy ends up there, surprised and defenseless when met by the water balloons of doom.

“I’ve already casually told both Jason and Leo that my parents were throwing us a brunch up state, so they don’t even know that we’re here.”

“God Annabeth if I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I’d kiss you right now,” Piper sighs dreamily.

“Focus that pretty little head McLean,” Annabeth instructs, elbowing her side caustically. “You’re position is by the gym, Jason always goes there Saturday afternoons cause he thinks it makes it alright for him to get plastered that night.”

“You’re fucking a nerd,” Rachel tells Piper and both Annabeth and Hazel can’t help but nod along.

“No judgment zone!” Piper demands petulantly.

“Whatever,” Annabeth waves her off. “Hazel you’ll be in the front, waiting for Frank to come visit, and Rachel you’ll be waiting in the garden area where Leo comes to build one of his freaky gadgets.”

“Totally, you can count on me babe.”

“And what about you Annabeth?” Hazel asks.

“I’ve got Jackson,” Annabeth tells her, tone mock grave as she cocks her own toy weapon determinedly.

“So sexy,” Piper marvels.

Their building rents out a corner on the bottom level to a small bistro with friendly smiles and tasty enough brew that it keeps them coming back. It’s where Annabeth and Percy had first met when he had moved in with the others nearly six months ago. It’s also the first place Annabeth heard his laughter, and where Percy listened when she went on a tirade about her crazy parents and their crazy expectations and how sometimes she just needed space away from all of it. It’s where Percy told her that his mother is the most important person in his world and how he thought he never cared what his father thought of him until he had to make a decision on what he’d major in, and of course he followed in Poseidon’s footsteps. It’s where they stayed up late trading stories about their complicated childhoods and dreams for their futures and the place that Annabeth knew for sure that if she let herself, she really could fall for Percy. For the candor in his brilliant eyes. For the pretty smile he sports for the sake of his loved ones over himself, and for the conviction in his beliefs.

Annabeth tries not thinking of any of that when she crouches down deeper in the dark nook behind one of the decorative plants as Percy gets up from his table, tossing out his latte and shouldering his work bag.

It’s now or never.

The moment Percy steps through the threshold Annabeth pounces up and aims. What she doesn’t expect is for him to keel over to block her, and instead of hitting his insanely chiseled pecks, the water balloon hits straight in his face. Close enough and hard enough that the water suddenly darkens to red, mixing with the blood pouring out his nose.

“Holy shit!” Percy cries, pinching his nostrils shut.

“Oh my God!” Annabeth yells, frantically grabs for a pile of napkins from the counter besides her— toppling over a mess of straws and sugar packets in her wake— and then dashes over to press them into his grasp. “I’m so so sorry! I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine that would happen! I swear!”

Annabeth expects at least for Percy to bemoan the injury, but instead she’s answered by a frankly terrifying boom of cackles.

“Percy? Have you cracked? Did I knock your brains out permanently?”

“When you said you’d ruin us, I didn’t think you’d literally cause physical harm Chase,” Percy retorts, still fighting down bubbles of laughter.

“You’re manic,” she pouts, long suffering.

“And you’re terrifying.”

“Bet it works for you though,” she preens, can’t help but be boastful over the way a blush touches the tops of his cheeks.

“Talk about adding harm to humiliation,” Percy grouces.

“Poor baby,” Annabeth mock croons, thinks that today actually might turn out pretty amazing.

She brings him upstairs to properly clean off the blood from his face and to come up with the conditions with at least a temporary truce, definitely not so she can finally trade a totally thrilling snog with him in privacy.

“You drive a hard bargain Chase,” Percy tells her, settling into the sofa as Annabeth unfolds her game of monopoly for them, having proclaimed that it’s a perfect time for her to prove how much fun board games can be.

“Oh hush,” she cuffs him on the back of the head playfully. “You’re just mad I won.”

“More like you committed battery,” Percy contends, pouting moodily, is only consoled when Annabeth leans forwards to kiss him again.

“You looked pretty bleeding— Oh God! Did I just say that out loud?”

Percy dissolves into a peals of laughter once more, and Annabeth tries her damndest to melt into a puddle right on spot.

“I can’t believe I’m so into such a maniac,” Percy tells her, eyes and smile glittering.

“SO rude,” Annabeth sniffs, arms crossed against her chest.

“But accurate Chase.”

Annabeth doesn’t bother to argue anymore because Percy’s already slanted their lips against one another again, and he’s doing this insane thing with his tongue that it makes her toes curl.

Yeah, today turned out amazing indeed.

#Percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percabeth #bellonnabelle #thanks so much my love #ily #i wrote this too quick and it's probs crap #i just got so excited i finally had an idea for something for the first time in a bit #SPILT INK

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cfstvlla · 3 years

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STELLA MATTHEWS WASN’T USED TO CELEBRATING BIRTHDAYS EXTENSIVELY. of course, as a young girl, her mother did everything in her power to make the day as special as possible, but with a lack of funds in the bank account, it usually didn’t come with being surrounded by presents. for this reason, stella, as hard as she was on the outside, cherished any gift that someone put the thought into getting her, as it reminded her of her mother’s thought and detail put into each birthday growing up.

[ sitting on the dining table is a freshly baked cake and in a wrapped box is an array of scented perfumes, makeup, and a brand-new shirt she caught Stella eyeing ]

Good morning and happy birthday, honey!

I asked Lucy to keep these and give them to you in the morning, so merry surprise on your special day and I have taken the liberty of putting together this cake for you that I hope you will enjoy! I asked Lucy to remind me of what you would like and we baked it together when you were at work, and I took it home and frosted it and returned it with my gifts here. A girl needs spicing up when she’s been through something, doesn’t she, and I thought that there’s no better way to kick ass and take names than to receive a plethora of these products that I had gotten in the mail and couldn’t see myself using!! They’re all Pat McGrath and Bath and Body, and the shirt… well, when we were in the mall, I happened to see you gazing at it in one of the high-end stores and returned to pick it out for you in your size. I think you’ll look absolutely adorable in it, so make sure to give it a lot of love, okay? You’re such a sweetheart and I want you to feel important on today of all days, and another year around the sun is something to be blessed with!

Lucy and I would love to take you out for dinner and drinks tonight, do you have plans or would you be interested? We can go anywhere you want, honey! Your pick, no worries about the cost. I’ll take care of the bill for all of us so we can have a great time and we’ll take you anywhere you want to go! I actually don’t have to get up early for work in the morning and I’ll be damned if I don’t show you a good ‘ol time down in Boston or even in the downtown!

You know we love you with all our hearts and it’s sooo fun to watch you play around with Diego whenever he’s with me. My son can be a killjoy and a little bit of a brat at times but I just know that he adores your presence and thinks that you’re so endlessly fascinating… My twins don’t think of much yet, but I’m positive that they’ll both enjoy having an aunt of sorts around to see them, too! Besides the ones they already have, that is!! We may not always share the same things in common but you’re one of my best friends a gal could ever have, and personally, I think we have the most fabulous girl squad that Salem has ever known.

You better eat all of this up!

See you soon, buttercup!

Ana. <3 // @bxllewvtch (tagging lucy @xchoilucybc relevance)

waking up groggily was a daily event for stella, as she rubbed her eyes and pulled herself out of bed for another day (somewhat against her will). it only took an hour of laying in bed, awake, before she decided she should actually move and continue to exist for another calendar day. it was her birthday, and while one would normally be excited for such an occasion, it was a bit sad to wake up alone, feeling as if you kind of don’t mean anything to anyone. however, when she opened her bedroom door and the dining table came into sight, a weird feeling, all warm, entered her chest at all the extravagant layout. picking up the note, the stoner had to bite her lip to stop the smile blooming on her face. girlfriends weren’t something stella had ever known before lucy and ana, as she rarely had friends other than cyrek and a couple drug dealers, really. maybe at one point she claimed to be ‘not like other girls,’ when she young and stupid, but the truth was she was just jealous of those girls and their friends. but now she had them. two friends she could rant to about relationships with, drink wine to romcoms with, talk about periods with, everything that a group of gals was supposed to do. and even if stella never said it aloud, she absolutely loved every bit of it. (a small voice pointed out that it was the first time she was able to do those things since isabelle was killed, but she tried not to think such things on her birthday). lucy and ana were fun, energetic, loving, hilarious, all the positive things stella wasn’t and yet, for some reason, they still kept her around and put up with her bullshit. and not only that, but they baked her a fucking cake on top of it all. she made a mental note she had to text the group chat later, confirming the plans for that night as god knew she didn’t have any other ones. (part of her was still foolish enough to think beau would show up at the last minute and sweep her off her feet for the evening.) but this was much better than sitting at home, wallowing in pity (and lonely intoxication). they’d spend the evening hyping her up, especially if she wore the shirt and used the makeup ana had gifted her, which she definitely would be.

[ also sitting outside her apartment door is a vase with fake roses in it and a container of her favorite kind of muffins. a letter is attached ]

Bonjour…

Hello, Stella. Happiest of birthdays to you and I hope this will find you well and bring a bit of light into your eyes that has been a bit scuffed as of late. I would have bought real flowers, but I thought you might neglect to water them rather quickly and I suppose fake is better for that purpose… however, everyone deserves flowers on their birthday and when I think of you, I think of blue roses. The color blue reminds me of you. Blue roses mean that someone is extraordinarily unique and wonderful and that is how I have long thought of you since I was young and you lent a hand in my favor, even though you did not have to and nobody asked you to stick by my side through all the obstacles and difficulties. I am sure it must have been difficult to witness me in so many of them, when I became lost or overwhelmed… hallucinatory. Through it all, I remember who you are always, and that is the extent of how important you are to me, that my fickle brain can recall you when the darkest part does take over and threaten to destroy. You are always there, or at least, almost always, and you have been the shield I can depend on, and whilst Cyrek is always a phone call away, it is easier to turn to someone who hasn’t been ingrained to coddle me as if I were a small and defenseless child.

You treat me as an equal and that is all that I have ever wanted from another person, including my own spouse, and for that you have my ceaseless gratitude and in practice, it is only appropriate to celebrate your birthday, regardless of whether you want to. I hope that the sweets will bring delight to you if nothing else, and that you can enjoy these flowers to brighten up your room in the apartment. I have come to an understanding that perhaps, although you are not a typically happy-go-lucky person, the same as myself, you have been… astray, as of late.

I think that everyone goes through this turbulent query, of who they are and what purpose they serve, the internal battle of human quality that we must all face and at times, it is triggered by these events that we do not anticipate. I shall try to refrain from my philosophical rambles, however, I wish to express that in you, I have always observed a woman of great potential, for only fiery hearts with feisty tongues like yours and my brother’s could peddle through obstacles with the wrath of the sun to get what they want and plunder the earths and that power within you is greater than one could ever know. Finding your truest of inner strengths is empowering, and freeing. When you cannot see who you are in the dark, though, I am happy to be there to hold a light and to study it for you and hold the flame until you can carry your own.

What you are to me is immeasurable. And how I missed you so when you were not around, and when I did not hear from you. I know that I can be poorly with communication. But let us not lose contact like that again, oui?

I would like to stop by for coffee later, if you would have me. I was up late, hence this package finding you here. Give me a call.

Sincerely yours,

Orion. x // @dvggerwclf

after using just about every product ana had presented her with, stella was feeling quite content and comfortable (and certainly smelling great), and decided to gift herself with a nice coffee from an actual cafe for her birthday (to go with her piece of cake for lunch). however, she didn’t expect to see an assortment on her doorstep. the blue flowers caught her attention first, reaching for the envelope left near them. the formal language let her knew who it was from right off the bat, and it was hard to describe how she felt that orion cared enough to gift her something. of course she knew he cared, but she also would never expect her friends to go so out of their way for something like her birthday. he was certainly right about the real flowers, as responsible wasn’t the best word for describing her. she hadn’t realized even orion had noticed the change in her general mood, for she hadn’t even mentioned recent events to him; she underestimated his attentiveness and her own unintentional signals. if anything, she was a bit...warmed that he paid such attention to her, especially when she knew he had other things to be concerned about. maybe it was just her inability to expect things from people, but the warm surprise really did bring a pure smile to her face. she wasn’t a flowers type of girl, but sometimes, every girl needed some flowers (even if they were artificial due to her own carelessness). however, it wasn’t until she got to line ‘what you are to me is immeasurable’ that gave her a sort of lump in her throat, seven words that she almost couldn’t believe, as she couldn’t see herself having such importance to someone, especially orion. she wasn’t very vocal, which meant her thanks wouldn’t be said aloud, but calling him for coffee, inviting him over, would hopefully say the thank you that didn’t come from her mouth.

[ sitting outside of her apartment is a small package with her name on it. inside is an ’I <3 New York’ shirt and the pink vibrator Evren gave him on his birthday ]

Hey asshat,

You’re officially old as shit today and I know how much you hate being sentimental so I got you these.

Just kidding, look in the fucking envelope, asshole.

[ taped inside the envelope is a subscription card to Chocolate of the Month and a necklace with Winnie the Pooh on it ]

Okay, I’ll make myself sound like a pussy for a second, but hear me out. I know you’ve had it shitty since you came back and you’re in this dark, horrible fucking place that I’ve been to once and it seems like it’ll never fucking end and I’ll save you that wishy-washy bullshit because I can’t handle being optimistic and hopeful and shit but…

Hey, it’s pretty fucking cool we’ve been friends for thirteen years, huh? I’m a Friday the Thirteenth baby and now it’s on fucking thirteen. I guess you can say I’m all your bad fucking luck in your relationship in that case if you want and blame it on that. But it’s cool we’ve been around each other that long, you drive me fucking insane and sometimes I wanna strangle you.

I love you, though.

You were my first friend in Salem, and before that, I didn’t have friends. I gave up everything for my brother and my sisters and I don’t regret that but you were the first person I could talk to about all the shit in my head. I know you like being secretive and that shit, tough girl fuckery, and you don’t want anyone else to know what the Hell goes on in your head and I know that I’m not the same. Know you can always fucking talk to me. That’s all I want. I don’t give a shit what you say, I want to know how you’re doing, if you’re okay. Or if I need to drag you from Hell and pull you the fuck out like Meg in Hercules, but with less muscle ‘cause I’m the size of a fucking twig. Whatever you fucking think of yourself, I’ll always be here to slap you on the back of the head and tell you that’s not true and you’re better than that. I know you are, we just convince… ourselves of this shite by thinking we deserve it. But the true gobshite is living under fucking capitalism and that’s the real kicker. Seriously, I don’t know where the fuck I’d be without you. You’ve seen me almost die like, too many fucking times and I don’t know why but you still show up, even if I pull the same shit over and over again.

This is fucking depressing but look. Stella.

You’re one of the most amazing and big-hearted people I’ve ever met. Know you won’t ever say that, 'cause you can be a real asshole and so can I… you’ve always showed up no matter what when I needed you, and I can’t repay that. And being my first friend, my only friend that’s stuck with me all this time, you’re like… the Christopher Robin to my Winnie the Pooh or something. I was fucking obsessed with that when I was a kid. Before I had those responsibilities.

I’ll sound like a hypocrite. I always hope that one day you’ll see it, too. Nobody knows what they’re missing out on with you. Yeah, you’ve got your issues up to here, but so do I, and I’d walk a mile to see you smile when you feel like shit and Hell in a handbasket… I would have done anything for you when I found out what happened to Iz. I would do anything for you. My love for you runs so much deeper than family, or your average friend. I always think when I leave that people won’t notice. You’re always proving me wrong.

I’m taking Evie somewhere special for her birthday and I couldn’t be home today, I’m glad I made it the day before when we celebrate together. I made sure that Orion would deliver this for me, I don’t trust the fucking postal service to be on time… Eat lots of cake for me. I’ll see you Wednesday? Free Taco Bell on me.

Yours,

Cy. xoxo // @prxphcts

PS. I may or may not have used that vibrator. But feel free to torch it for therapy! x

stella could only guess who the package and letter next to the flowers and muffins were from, and she believed she had a pretty good idea. opening the package to find a hot pink dildo and tourist shirt, her suspicions were pretty much confirmed. there was only one person who would gift her such things for her birthday, and she couldn’t blame him because she gave cyrek just as many gag gifts over the years. she knew he was away celebrating his own (and evren’s) birthdays, so she definitely didn’t expect anything after the day before, their usual day of celebrations. but cyrek was full of surprises, this one being another one. after the first few lines, she pulled the card and necklace from the envelope, chain of the jewelry wrapping around her thin fingers. reading the letter, she tried to pretend she was above all the sentimental and emotional shit, but the truth was, she needed to read it. and read it again and again, until one time she finally believed it. if one person in this world was going to tell stella the cold hard truth right to her face, it was cyrek, so she had no reason to believe his words were anything but genuine. he was that one constant, the fucking rock she could come back to no matter what was happening in her life (even when she was charged and behind bars, he was one of the couple people to fucking show up and let her know she wasn’t completely alone even when it felt like it with every single thing taken away from her). he spoke of her putting up with shit, but so much of what happened to cyrek wasn’t his fault in her eyes; it wasn’t her putting up with him, but rather helping him put up with the shit life threw at him. she’d like to think the same could be said for her, but many of the negative things in her life only happened due to her own poor choices, her own fucking stupidity. and even as she continued to make shitty choices, cyrek was there to help her through whatever mess she created for herself. she wasn’t sure she deserved such a loyal companion, but here he was regardless. neither of them seemed like the type to be the devoted best friend, and yet....they absolutely were, in their own fucked up way. as much shit as she gave cyrek at every moment possible, (and she did give him the maximum amount of shit possible) he handed it back with ease, while also letting her know she was never alone. their friendship was a rare but precious thing, something not many people could say they had such a close friend for so long, who practically grew up together. she’d have to send him a snarky text in gratitude, solidifying the offer of taco bell. as she read the added note that the end, her face grew a disgusted expression. something like that should have been expected from cyrek. nothing could stay too serious between the two of them.

#╰ ❪ the crew. ❫#╰ ❪ orion & stella. ❫#╰ ❪ cyrek & stella. ❫#idk how to tag this soooooooo lets just go with that gfdskg #tw ; death #tw ; murder

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hellfirenacht · 5 years

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Can't Be Unseen Chapter 1

Fandom: Sally Face

Pairing: Sal x Reader

Summary: Flirting is fun, but flirting with Sal Fisher is the most fun of all.

Ao3

It wasn’t exactly a secret that you were a huge flirt; everyone in your friend group got a taste of it, no matter their gender or sexuality. Larry gets a new shirt? Double pistols and a wink. Todd comes to school wearing contacts? Compliment him on his eye color as he rolls his eyes and reminds you that he’s gay. Ash tries out some new makeup look? She’s once again made a masterpiece of her flawless canvas of a face.

Flirting was almost second nature to you, but there was one boy whom you liked flirting with the most; your friend Sal “Sally Face” Fisher. You could hardly help yourself around him. Something about his cute short stature, blue pigtails, kind attitude, and sweet guitar skills had you swooning. He was almost like a porcelain doll, though his prosthetic was actually made out of a more sturdy plastic.

Still though, you never missed a chance to compliment him or flirt with him or even just talk with him. You had known him for 2 years and in that time he’d become someone who you’d felt totally comfortable and happy with. Developing a crush on the boy wasn’t exactly in your plans, but it happened anyway. Despite his obvious feelings for Ashley, you were content just spending time with him. Besides, covering up your crush with the endless flirting made it much more easy.

It was early September when you two were walking home together with Larry. The crisp fall air wasn’t too cold yet, but comfortable enough for flannel and t-shirt combinations.

“So Ashley’s seeing someone from another school now, huh?” Larry said, looking over at Sal.

“Yeah, she seems really nice.” Sal said, “I hope we get to meet her sometime.”

“Aren’t you bummed though?” Larry replied. “I mean, I know you liked her and all.”

“That was last year.” Sal shrugged. “I still think she’s pretty, but I don’t think I’ve liked her like that for a while now. I’m happy that we’re friends, that’s all.“

You couldn’t help but look up from your phone that you’d been distracted by to listen in on their conversation. Sal didn’t like Ash anymore? Why was this news to you?

"You’re a mature dude, Sally Face.” Larry nodded as all three of you wandered down into the basement of Addison Apartments.

It had become a habit by this point- come home from school, go to the basement to do homework, listen to music and hang out, then go home. You all had tried to do homework while listening to music, but it turned out to be more of a distraction than a help. Larry would end up on a tangent about the song, Sal would be listening while his hands would start faking an air guitar, and you just couldn’t handle that much noise when trying to study.

As you all settled into Larry’s room, a small beeping sound emitted from Sal’s bag. His phone’s alarm went off, reminding him to take some of his many medications.

“Be right back!” he said, scurrying into the bathroom. You and Larry both had assumed a while ago that some of the medicine involved taking off his face. Though you had both seen it- well you had captured a split second glance on accident once- it was agreed upon that you give him privacy when it came to his face.

You looked over at Larry who was digging through his bag, pulling out loose pieces of paper, trying to figure out which ones he needed to start his homework.

“Dude, just get a binder. Or a folder!” you said, watching him. “Hell, I’ll give you one of mine. Your school organization is seriously stressing me out."

"It’s fine, it’s fine.” Larry replied, as you heard a paper rip. “Woops."

"Was that the math worksheet?"

"I think so?” he handed over the paper to you.

“Larry, this was last week’s homework! We even did this one together!”

“Hahaha, good thing they didn’t check it."

"They did.”

“Oh… shit.”

You looked over at the bathroom door for a sec, hesitating a moment and lowered your voice. “I think I’m gonna ask him on a date.” you said, pulling out your own homework.

“Who? Sally Face?” Larry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, your mom. I’m gonna date your mom and you will be my new step-son.” You replied dead-pan, but then smirked. “Then we can add to the ever growing list of the not-related category on porn hub.”

Larry laughed. “If that wasn’t so messed up I’d almost be down. But seriously, you finally gonna do it?”

You nodded. “I’ve been thinking about this seriously ever since he admitted that he doesn’t like Ash anymore.”

“So, fifteen minutes.”

“Yes.”

“Good luck. I don’t think he’s ever been on a date in his life."

"Then I’ll just have to make it special. If he agrees that is.” you shrugged.

“If who agrees to what?” Sal asked, walking out of the bathroom.

“I’m asking Lisa on a date.” you replied back quickly. “Gonna sweep that sweet lady off her feet, then Larry’s gonna have to call me ‘mommy’ too."

Sal laughed, "Good luck with that. She’s been spending a lot of time with my dad lately, I think they’re going on a date this week.”

“Is that all that’s standing in my way? Then I’ll just have to date your dad too. Then you’ll both have to call me ‘mommy’."

"Whatever you say.” Sal laughed, plopping down next to Larry.

…

Despite it all though, it took you at least a month to work up the nerve to actually ask Sal out. Deciding that you wanted to was easy, but planning a date was becoming a little more difficult than you anticipated. You were sure he’d be happy with anything that you took him to do- but this was if he agreed to the date in the first place.

Larry suggested taking him to the Sanity Falls concert that was coming up, but you declined that. Sanity Falls was very much Larry and Sals’ thing- not something that you’d ever want to take away from them. Plus, if you were being honest- Sanity Falls and heavy metal wasn’t fully your thing either. Sure you knew more about that band than anything else, but that was because of all the time you spent around the boys.

In any case, a concert in general didn’t seem like the best idea for a first date. You’d have to get the tickets in advance and even with your part-time job, that was still a bit of money for an evening where you couldn’t even talk to him. You already had a bit of a job listening to his slightly muffled voice, you didn’t want to put loud music and screaming teens on top of that.

You found a similar dilemma with dinner and a movie. It seemed too cliche, really, and not that personal. Besides, you all had done that a million times before. You weren’t just getting to know Sal at this point- you wanted to woo him! You wanted to make him feel special! You also wanted your feelings to reach him.

The mall was a no-go. Sal didn’t really like shopping that much, and he usually got harassed by mall security for “wearing a mask”.

It was too cold for the water park.

Walking around town just seemed like you hadn’t tried at all to plan anything.

Nothing was coming together at all.

You groaned and scribbled out what you were working on in art class for the tenth time. Your hands were covered in charcoal, and it was getting everywhere at this point.

“What’s wrong?” Ash asked, next to you. “That one wasn’t so bad.”

“It’s not the assignment.” you admitted. “I… okay so I’m gonna just tell you. I wanna ask Sally on a date but I have no idea where to take him assuming that he’ll agree."

"You like Sally?” She asked, a bit surprised. You nodded. “Oh, that does make sense. I thought you flirted with him a bit more than anyone else."

"He’s sweet.” you said, looking down at your paper again, flipping to a clean page and scribbling to give you something to look at. “And he’s more kind than anyone I’ve met. He talked to Travis once and since then he’s stopped using those words. He’s… got this quiet confidence you know? He turned a cruel nickname into something he wore with pride. He stands up for himself. Sal… even with his self-esteem issues with his face, he… how do I put this? We’re all afraid of rejection, he is too. But he also knows that if someone rejects him, then that’s not the end of it. He always gives people a chance to actually know him. He’s stronger and more brave than anyone else I know.”

“Wow, you’re serious about this, huh?” Ashley said approvingly.

“Plus did you see his butt when he was wearing that dress at the last Homecoming dance?” you asked, doodling said butt.

Ashley laughed. “He did look great.” she agreed.

“I just don’t know what to do.” you admitted. “I like Sal, I really really like him and I want him to give me a chance. To see me as more than just a flirt, you know? But if I can’t even think of a good date to take him on…"

"He’d love whatever you plan.” Ash replied. “But I understand what you mean. Do you have any ideas at all?"

You handed over the list, complete with commentary from you and Larry in the margins about why it wouldn’t work or was too expensive, or too not-Sal or too not-you.

"Prom’s out?” she asked.

“Prom’s next spring.” you explained. “I mean, I know there’s no time limit on asking him out, but that’s a bit far off. Also just feels like too much for a first date, you know?"

She nodded and continued down the list. "Yeah, I see what you mean.” she said. “You need something that you can do together that doesn’t lean more towards one person’s interest, that still gives you a chance to talk and get to know each other, and that isn’t super expensive."

"First dates are stupid if you already know someone.” you grumble.

“…Oh! I have an idea!” Ashley suddenly grabbed a paper towel in an attempt to wipe off the charcoal on her hands. I got this flier in the mail the other day, I think this would work perfectly!“

You took the flier from her hands carefully as to not make a mess of it. "Fall Festival…?” you read. “Ash, this is perfect!"

"It’s every weekend until mid-November.” she said, pointing. “Plus there’s a Halloween weekend as well! I think that he’d really like that."

"Ash, have I mentioned that you are the most amazing and beautiful person I’ve ever met?” you asked. She just laughed.

“Save it for Sal.”

…

“So you really gonna do it today?” Larry asked, leaning next to your locker. “I’m gonna miss your constant flirting when you and Sally Face get married.”

You snorted. “It’s okay, you can still call me 'mommy’ if you want, but you’ll have to call Sal 'daddy’.”

“Thanks, I hate it."Larry laughed. "Besides, he’s basically like my brother. He can’t be my brother and my dad at the same time.”

“Not with that attitude!” You closed your locker and pulled your backpack over your shoulders.

“But seriously,” Larry said. “I hope it works out for you. I think you two would be good for each other.”

“Thanks.” you said quietly. “I’m honestly really nervous but I know that even if he says no today, he’ll still be my friend.”

“That’s just the kind of guy he is.” Larry agreed. “And for what it’s worth, he thinks your pretty.”

“…What?” you snapped your head to look at his shit-eating grin.

“Oh yeah, I may have done some slight digging and wing-manning for you. Got him to tell me some things.”

“What things?!” you demanded. “Tell me everything word for word exactly what he said."

"I’d love to, but he’s right behind you and as I recall you’ve got an important question to ask him."

You whipped around behind you and saw the tell-tale pigtails bobbing along down the hall towards the two of you.

"Larry, I’m gonna kill you one day.”

“You’re welcome."

"Hey guys.” Sal said as he finally approached you two. “Ready to head home?"

"Actually, I gotta go pick up some stuff for my mom today.” Larry said casually, lying through his teeth.

“Oh, well we can come along and help out if you want.” Sal replied, but Larry shook his head.

“No worries, I got it. You two go on ahead and we’ll catch up later, mk?"

"Alright then.” Sal nodded, turning to you. “So are you ready?”

You smiled down at him, at 5'2 he was a good 4 inches shorter than you, but it hardly mattered. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” you replied.

The late-October sky was a bit dark and gloomy with the threat of rain. You zipped up your jacket and hugged yourself for warmth as the wind blew around you. You were starting to regret choosing to look cute over warm today.

It was quieter walking with Sal without Larry there, but not uncomfortably so. Sal could be both chatty and quiet and it suited him either way. Though normally you wouldn’t mind the quiet, you needed to think of some sort of topic that you could use to segue into asking him out.

“It’s too damn cold.” you said, blurting out the first thing that came into your mind.

“It’s only 58 degrees.” Sal replied.

“Yes, that’s borderline freezing where I’m from."

"I can keep warm perfectly fine.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re so hot.” you replied with a wink. That was better, now you were starting to find your groove.

The boy let out a small laugh beside you. “It’s the prosthetic, isn’t it? Girls love the look on Halloween.”

“Mike Meyers chic is very sexy.” you agreed. “Jason’s got nothing on you."

"Except maybe a foot and a half.” he admitted.

“Speaking of Halloween.” You said, bracing yourself. “There’s a fall festival coming up this weekend. Actually it’s been going on since last weekend but it’s still happening this weekend.” Shit, you were starting to ramble a bit. You took a deep breath to keep your cool.

“Yeah? That sounds like it could be fun.”

You stopped walking and turned to him and gave him your trademark smirk to hide your nerves. “Then go on a date with me tomorrow. I’d love to go with you."

The two seconds it took for Sal to answer felt like an eternity. Everything seemed to slow down as he stopped walking and glanced up at you.

"Uh, sure!” He replied and you could hear it in his voice that he was smiling at you. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment at his words, and for a second you almost faltered and looked surprised.

“Awesome!” you replied. “Okay, so meet me at 1 in front of the apartments, mk? I’m gonna show you a great time!"

…

BlankFace: HE SAID YES!

You texted Ashley excitedly. You managed to keep calm and collected until you made your way back home, but you immediately jumped on the bed and started giggling like mad. After all that planning, you had not only managed to ask out your crush, but you had managed to plan an amazing date as well.

AshleyFace: Aww, that’s great! I hope you two have fun!

BlankFace: And also get this, Larry said that he thinks I’m pretty apperenly??

AshleyFace: Well yeah, you are.

BlankFace: Well I know that but I didn’t think Sal did!

You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself. In less than 24 hours you’d be on your first date with Sally Face. With Ashley’s help, you had already picked out what you were going to wear and how you were gonna do your make up. In fact, you didn’t really have anything to do except wait. You sat up and grabbed your laptop again, pulling up the page for the festival for the hundredth time. Yup, it was still the same schedule, no changes in the weather reports, and no cancellations.

You kinda regretted being too prepared.

Behind you, your phone buzzed, and buzzed…. and buzzed. Your group chat seemed to be exploding.

SallyFace changed the group name to Scooby Doo Minus the Dog

LarryFace changed the group name to Scooby Doo but Good

BlankFace: You take that back, Larry. Scooby Doo is the shit.

BlankFace changed the group name to Scooby Doo Appreciation Fan Club

SallyFace changed the name of the group to No Dogs Allowed

LarryFace: Oops.

BlankFace. oh shit sorry dude

SallyFace: It’s okay!

LarryFace changed the name of the group to The Putting Your Foot In Your Mouth Club

AshleyFace changed the name of the group to Bologna Fan Club

Everyone in the group chat is typing…

Next Chapter

#sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sally face #nacht post #nacht fic #cant be unseen #cbu

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mystic-deep · 4 years

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After an intensive week of playing, I’m finally ready to review Obey me! from Shall we date. Okay, first of, a bit about the game:

Synopsis:

In an attempt to fix the relationship between the three realms, the young lord of Devildom starts an exchange program that will bring the Demons, Angels and humans together. A handful of individuals from each realm will spend a year experiencing each other worlds. Congratulation, you’ve just been chosen to be part of this program and you’ll spend a year in Devildom attending the demon school RAD! Do you have a choice? Apparently not! Also, Diavolo has decided to put you in the House of Lamentation where six demon brothers live. Get ready for fun, fun, FUN (at your expense) as you try to convince each demon brother to form a pact with you.

Joke aside, this is pretty much the premises of the game. Don’t be fooled by the false advertisement, this isn’t some sleazy, kinky otome game (although…during some parts…), the game is actually really fun and addictive. Romance is pushed in the background and although there are hints that some of the brothers have developed feelings for you, it’s not the main point of the story. It’s quite a breath of fresh air.

Gameplay:

I’ve played many otome games over the years and my main beef with all of them is the infuriating pace in which you have to go through the story. One of the main things that I loved about Mystic Messenger was how different it was from anything that I had played until that point. Same for Obey me!, the game doesn’t have tickets that you use to read chapters, instead it has battles between chapters for which you need at least one star to pass in order to advance. I’ll get to the battles later, but for now, let’s take a look at the main menu:

Okay, let’s take each of the icons and talk about them for a bit. The mail one is pretty self explanatory, it’s where you get notifications and news about the game. Akuzon is your shop/market, where you buy devil points and other items. Jobs is the menu where you put your devils to work. There are several places you can unlock and I highly recommend that you don’t forget to do the jobs. Not only do they bring you cash but also they raise your intimacy level with the demon you chose to work and sometimes you also get items.

Devilgram is where you find certain pics of the demons and stories behind the pics that you can unlock using keys. The To do is pretty much just that, a to do list of tasks that you must finish in order to get rewards. You have a daily list that gets you devil points and other rewards so make sure you try to do as many tasks from your daily list as possible. The next three icons show the current pop quiz games or nightmares and how much time you have left until they end.

Now, here come the most important menus. The Contacts menu is where you find your cards that you got in Nightmare:

In order to advance through the game you need to win the dance challenges. You can use three Demon cards and three Memory cards at the same time. The cards have rankings, from the strongest to weakest we have: UR, SSR, SR, R and N. What’s the difference? Well the stronger the card the more you can level it up, unlock the devil tree and get more attributes. There are seven in total: Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony and Sloth. Once you level up a card you get an increase in each attribute. When you enter a dance challenge you’ll see your points as well as your opponents points. You might notice that you don’t have the same points in every challenge and that’s because it depends on the attribute that each challenge requires. For example, I don’t have a sloth card so when I have a challenge where that is required, my total point will be lower than normal. It’s impossible for you to have all the attributes at the same time and I don’t think it’s worth to invest in several cards at the same time. With what I have, I’ve managed to move through all the chapters in less than a week and I don’t have any UR cards, so if you level up your cards and unlock all points of your Devil tree, you’ll be fine.

How do you level up a card? Well, like everything in life, you can either work hard or pay for it. You get xp for each card when you win the game and it’s 320 for 3 stars and 200 for 2 or 1. You can unlock the sloths in the Devil tree of each card by using diamonds, or items that you get when you win the dance challenges.

Now, you might notice that there are card pieces, those cards can only be used once you gather ALL the pieces which is something really hard, almost close to impossible for the UR cards. Like I have so many UR cards that I need to gather the pieces for and they pretty much lie there...forgotten, waiting for a time when I’ll decide to invest more money in the game.

Now the next menu is the task menu:

As you can see, the little books are the stories you can read and the notes are your dance challenges. At the end of each lesson you have to fight the final boss in order to advance to the next lesson. You have your HARD tasks and your NORMAL tasks. Take my advice, once you reach lesson 5 or so go back and do the normal challenges as well. That way you can increase the level of your cards which will help later on in the hard challenges.

You see those little pluses on the right corner of each card? There you can add glowing sticks that raise your total strength. Each card has a certain color depending on it’s attribute and you also have the rainbow sticks that increase your strength even more. They’re also more expensive, they cots 6 devil points while a regular one costs just 3. Is it worth using them? I mean if you’re really in a hurry and want to advance, but I suggest you leave them at least for the final boss battles. You don’t need them if you’re smart and level up your cards.

Now, during a battle, you get little hearts that give you more points, during fever time you get colored stars that give you double the points. You should always try to collect as many as you can, sometimes they make the difference between you passing the challenge or failing. Each card also has a certain skill that can activate during the battle, but it doesn’t always happen and they don’t help you that much. What’s important is for you to tap each card at the same time to activate the x3 combo. That gives you more hearts/stars and points.

The last menu is the Nightmare, which is a sort of a gathca. You need to summon cards in Nightmare in order to have a better chance of winning the dance challenges. They’re pretty expensive, 10 cards cost around 25$ so yeah...the good news is that you get 3 free summons daily and that you get special offers where you can buy them at a much better price.

Now for the review which was the whole point of this:

Of course I love it, I wouldn’t waste an hour trying to explain the game if I didn’t wish for more ppl to play it. Not gonna lie, I pretty much started playing just because the advertisement for it was so ridiculous. Never expected it to be this much fun! I love the characters! Even the ones like Asmodeus and Satan, who I didn’t care much for in the beginning, I started to love as the story progressed. I like the fact that so far you don’t have to choose a certain route and you can interact on a deeper level with each character. You do get intimacy points when you complete a dance challenge or when you put them to work, but for what purpose, that is yet to be clear. You do get more messages and phone calls from the character when your intimacy is higher but you can’t focus on just one.

Another thing that I like is that it’s not clear what gender the MC is so that’s great, you also don’t have a background story other than a certain point which will be revealed later on and which I don’t want to spoil.

All in all, the game is pretty complex, the characters are interesting and fun, MC is pretty sassy and even though chapters 15 and 16 were a bit disappointing I think the story has a lot more to reveal.

And now for the main question that I will probably be asked, can the game be played for free? The answer to that would be yes. So far I’ve spent around 15$ and I’ve received quite a lot for it. The game is pretty generous even if you don’t want to spend a dime, as long as you work on completing your challenges and tasks, you will get a lot of free stuff. You also get special offers that are half of price of what they normally cost.

Overall, I highly recommend it, there’s still a lot to talk about but I’ll let you discover and play it for yourselves.

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor

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nbapprentice · 6 years

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there’s so, so, SO much nonsense surrounding this game that i’m gonna do my best to separate it into digestible bits, with its own categories. even then this is... wow. it’s big.

Warning tags will be added at the start of every section, but the general gist is: incest, pedophilia mentions, fetishization of rape and abuse, fetishization of mlm, fetishization of people of color, racism, ableism, nb erasure and transphobia. aside of the warnings, this post will also touch upon Scummy Business Practices

let’s get going

Dana Rune’s and Elle’s lack of moral fiber: #incest #pedophilia#rape and abuse fetishization #homophobia

tl;dr: dana loves incest porn, elle loves guy on guy rape, and the both of them are friends with at least one pedophile

dana rune has run, is still running an incest zine (please visit my faq on what i think about “thats not really incest” and “it’s just fictional!”). The Arcana, as a dev team, clearly does not care, as shown in their e-mail responses.

dana also very much doesn’t care and has reacted to any criticism on this by dismissing people and blocking actual incest victims who tried to contact her about it claiming it was for her “mental health”

in some tweets she claims she “interprets” the characters as not siblings, but she never really cared enough to cover her ass when it all began (she happily admits she’d “cross the incest line”)

dana has commissioned artists who also ship incest, draw near-pedophilic art that’s supposed to pass as acceptable because the character involved is supposedly not a minor despite looking like a child down to wearing pigtails (the character is also wearing a racist-ass belly dancer outfit), AND even made white-washed fanart of The Arcana.

dana follows twitter user kapymui who also produces incestuous Fire Emblem art

dana has retweeted omocat long after it came out that omocat is, at the very least, consuming pedophilic content (on “omocat didn’t know what shota meant!”: yes they did)

moving on, elle has a long, long, LONG history of fetishizing mlm and the rape and abuse that comes with yaoi and had a rich, RICH “yaoi” tag before they deleted their tumblr

they curiously deleted their tumblr right after i made this reblog

shortly after that, tumblr user thalassiq remade and started attacking and insulting any blogs criticizing them - even people providing support in IMs. Since this doesn’t match Dana and Elle’s normal pity parties I’m personally willing to believe they were just a person wanting to start shit - but it’s so telling how Elle used this chance to dismiss everyone who disagrees with them by calling them “children” and did not even bother to offer a kind word to people who were harassed and even had their trauma mocked by this person. It costs 0 dollars to say “that was not me but I’m sorry about people who were hurt.”

Dana and Elle are close with Ava’s Demon creator Michelle Czajkowski aka that one person who endorses child porn of her characters, and even had her draw a promo image for the game. Michelle has been creating highly sexualized content of her minor characters for a while now.

ok so elle and dana are gross freaks, how is that related to the game?

oh it’s very very related

Dana Rune’s and Elle’s lack of moral fiber that’s Actually Inside The Game or The Game’s Blog: now with more #racism #fetishization of poc and mlm #whitewashing #fat hate #pedophilia #nb erasure #transphobia

tl;dr: the arcana is filled to the brim with racism! so much of it! haha holy shit! and that’s not even where it ends!!!

their game is rated PG-13 but includes incredibly sexual situations such as Julian making this fucking face while getting off on pain. This isn’t the only time Dana and Elle use their videogame aimed at young teens to showcase their kinks and fetishes. I have no issue with NSFW or titillating content, as long as it’s rated accordingly. This content is NOT and it’s a blatant disregard for their audience just to have a larger, more pliable demographic and have more money sent their way.

if you start your argument with “well, teenagers look at porn” 1. shut up 2. theres a HUGE difference between teenagers going after adult content aimed at adults, and adults creating content they know will be seen by kids barely starting puberty

as pointed above, dana has 0 qualms literally commissioning people who make whitewashed fanart of her own fucking game that’s supposed to be all about the inclusivity and safe spaces

thearcanagame blog has a pattern of reblogging whitewashed fanart (before you come in swinging with the good ole “ITS THE LIGHTING”: 1. no it isnt 2. the artist should’ve picked better lightning then 3. i draw and post shit online too so dont come telling me i just dont understaaaand),

fanart of their fat characters showed skinnier than they are in their sprites (although to be real for a moment - Portia is curvy at most and them behaving she’s fat rep is HILARIOUS).

going back to NSFW content: nadia and asra are overwhemlingly sexualized in the game, and were the first to have sexualized CGs and sprites introduced.

CGs: Asra’s here, here aND HERE, Nadia’s here with a NSFW warning because she’s just got her whole fucking ass out. Sprites: Asra’s thank god for whoever compiled it all in one image, Nadia’s and once again, NSFW warning lmfao!

Julian’s sprites on the other hand are noticeably tamer, including the one where he’s fucking strapped in leather. His only sexual (NSFW warning because its literally softcore tentacle porn WHICH, ONCE AGAIN, SHOULDN’T BE PUT IN A GAME AIMED AT 13YOS) CGs were also included months after Nadia and Asra received any of theirs.

Through all of the updates, people have constantly requested that Asra and Nadia’s sexualization be toned down, and time after time The Arcana just churned out fetishistic, hypersexualized content at an absurd rate, especially when compared to the one white love interest.

Oh, speaking of the one white love interest: Julian is based off of Jeff Goldblum (this is not spectulation - they p much bring it up at any given time) but like. If Jeff Goldblum was white. They base their favorite love interest off their supposed favorite man in the world but casually leave his skin tone behind. Lmao.

they also play favorites very obviously - in the prologue, Nadia and Asra have a romance paid scene each. Julian has a scene... that requires no coins. Julian was also the first LI to receive three CGs, two of them requiring no coins, while both Asra’s and Nadia’s first CGs were behind a paywall

Dana and Elle have been notoriously skittish about confirming or denying their characters’ ethnicities. After hyping for weeks on thearcanagame that they would confirm the character’s races they basically made a post that amounted to “well they’re not white lol!”

they only relented after the perfectly understandable outrage... and posted a thread about it on Elle’s twitter. Nothing on the actual thearcanagame blog. Anyway, here’s the thread. Note how there’s mention of Julian being Jeff Goldblum... but nothing about him and Portia being Jewish (or “fantasy Jewish” as it were).

The one time they did confirm their jewishness dana then backpedaled and said she shouldn’t have done that lol.

another fun tidbit of how well The Arcana handles race and how much it cares about feedback from fans: an ask was sent about an anon begging for Nadia to step on them. The blog, with the finesse of a bunch of horny dumbasses, didn’t just publish the ask, but approved of it (even though the fans of color had long, long, LONG been telling everyone not to fetishize Nadia into a “step on me kween” wet dream). People were outraged, of course, and the blog ~apologized~ and said they were still learning.... then a new chapter included a scene of Nadia stepping on the Apprentice. 🙃

not to mention elle, on their twitter, made a passive aggressive “women can be doms?” tweet, trying to twist it into a “yr oppressing women” angle (when the issue is that women of color are always constantly portrayed as aggressive and domineering)

Now for a wombo combo of racism and Elle’s fetishization of mlm:

the devs have spoken at length of how Julian’s and Asra’s relationship was quite unhealthy. In a paid scene in Asra’s route, they’re depicted as Asra being disgusted w Julian touching him+Julian following Asra to his shop when Asra refused his offer to go with him (aka julian... stalked him lmfao).

.......... this scene is promptly followed by a highly sexual scenario where Julian’s pain fetish is played up. Remember how this game is rated PG-13? Me neither. Asra’s previous disgust with Julian is also forgotten, for some reason (and by some reason i mean Elle wants to make them fuck w/o buildup or logic).

Then Asra’s route has yet another paid scene dedicated to Asrian, even though he’s supposed to not even like Julian! And be head over heels with the Apprentice! But Elle just has to make these two be entangled despite insisting their relationship was not good for either of them!

Now here’s the kicker: Julian doesn’t have any paid scenes related to his romance with Asra. Note how it’s one of the brown LIs whose route is highjacked by the white LI, but not vice versa. Hmmmmm.

Now, on the topic of Asra: thearcanagame has said repeatedly that he’s nb and uses he/him pronouns, and promised (since last year) that there would be dialogue where he speaks about his gender

as of the making of this post such dialogue still does not exist

so basically asra is the nb to dumbledore’s gay: anyone who just plays the game w/o keeping up with the official blog has no idea of what asra’s gender is supposed to be.

aka he’s not nb. he’s just a cis guy. the arcana just doesn’t want to put its money where its mouth is, i dont care if elle is nb themself. the team made a promise which has not been fulfilled yet and i suspect will not be.

instead, our introduction to canon nb characters is... these two.

By “these two” i mean neither vulgora nor valdemar are even fucking human, and stick out like sore thumbs with their monstruousness.

so our nb rep is... non-human villains. a few books later one of Nadia’s sisters with they/them pronouns shows up, but that’s too little too late on top of the fact that we should’ve known Asra was nb from the first to begin with. It’s a fucking embarrassment and an insult.

at least two villains are visibly disabled (Lucio’s missing arm and Volta’s blind eye+intentionally asymmetrical face). Julian’s eye doesn’t count because, spoilers, he’s not lacking an eye and even if he was it’d still be hidden behind a dashing eyepatch instead of grotesquely displayed as a sign of his lacking morality.

BUT WAIT! IT DOESN’T EVEN END THERE!

The Arcana Exploits The App Business Model To Price Their Full Game at $500, $1000 if the three extra routes make it out, and they never delivered their Kickstarter rewards:

tl;dr: you heard me

the original price per route was planned on being $1.99

they took that “subject to change” really seriously, it seems, because now each route, once the game is fully out, is estimated to cost around $170 each.

both those screenshots are taken from this post which explains in detail just how truly scummy all of The Arcana’s business model and decisions are: https://mysticmicrotransactions.tumblr.com/post/174308723344/dishonesty-from-the-arcana

the tl;dr is basically what’s listed in the beginning of this section, but other highlights from that post are: the use of addictive gambling mechanics such the Wheel of Fortune, and the dazzling calls to action in the new mini-game.

something that The Arcana supporters forget (or choose to ignore) is the fact that for a long, long time the game did not have the mini-game or the log-in rewards for coins. Players depended only on the gambling of the WoF or paying absurd amounts of money for the new chapters.

the devs went from playing the victims who were unable of controlling prices to (as spoken of in the link from mysticmicrotransactions) saying the making of the game (a pathetic little app game backed by a studio and a kickstarter) justifies the prices

they also gave people false hope about maybe changing the prices in the future, all while bleeding money from loyal players in “micro” transactions

the arcana literally added a $99.99 coins option on their latest update

in case it hasn’t sunk in yet: you can pay a hundred dollars upfront to the arcana, and you still will not have access to the whole game

there is no defense to this

none

“it’s free stop whining” let me explain:

“spend months on end accumulating fake currency or pay hundreds of dollars up-front to be able to play” is a scummy business model no matter how you look at it

if i can spend $60 upfront to play an AAA game there’s no excuse to demand more than that for a game with much smaller and, honestly, inferior content

the combination of there being already far and few games featuring lgbt characters and characters of color AND the little cult of personality set up by Dana and Elle makes people feel that spending money to support them is an acceptable expense.

it’s not

manipulating people into spending ridiculous amounts of money and then claiming “it’s their choice” is just scummy business, baby, and thats all the arcana does

the devs are brats who instead of admitting $500 is absurd for a game instead write petty little caricatures into their game - like, lbr: dana, elle, if i could afford diamonds in my hair i wouldn’t have even bothered with your shitstain of a game

despite bragging that ppl would get the full story w/o needing to pay, the paid scenes are pretty much required - the first few books of julian’s route have no romance without accessing any of the paid options. you dont even get so much as a kiss in without handing coins over. many, many people were baffled when julian had a teary break-up scene when from their perspective they hadn’t even started building a relationship.

wow that’s more than i ever thought it’d be

and i’ve been aware of their bullshit for near a whole year now!

i don’t have much of a note to end this on, other than: the arcana just isn’t even that good. it suffers from weak writing, pathetic character development and above all actually harmful content. do not try to argue with me on any of these points unless you’ve read all of that, because whatever you have to say i’ve likely mentioned before. if you still are that determined to yell at a me on the internet, please preface your argument with the phrase “I’m a pee pee poo poo man” so I know you’ve read everything in here. thank you!

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #count lucio #asra #HAHA HOO BOY

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“The Christmas Cottage” Chapter 1: Time

A/N: Happy Advent everyone! Here is my gift for the OQ Advent story, which was the one chosen to kick off the calendar! It’s a long one so I’m dividing it up in chapters. I hope you all enjoy this story based on the Hallmark movie “The Christmas Cottage.”

Regina thanked her driver as she opened the car door. She shivered as the December cold filled the car. Stepping out into it, she closed the door behind her and quickly hurried toward the front door of the building in front of her. Reaching out, she wrapped her gloved hand around the golden handle and pulled the door toward her. The scent of pine wafted past her, coming off the festive wreath hanging on the door. It sent a pang through her heart but she pushed it aside as she strode into the warm building.

She stopped at her mailbox, opening it and finding it empty. Figuring her fiancé already checked it, she closed the door and continued into the main part of the lobby. It was decorated for the season with wreaths hung on the walls and in between the elevators. An evergreen bough entwined with colored lights lined the desk where security sat and a tall artificial tree sat in one corner, its lights twinkling and fake presents resting underneath it. To complete the festive atmosphere, holiday music played over the speakers and in the elevators.

It all seemed such a stark contrast to how her day had been. She was still trying to process everything that had happened as she passed their night security guard, Thomas. He tipped his hat to her as she headed straight for the elevator bank, in no mood to talk to anyone but her fiancé. Maybe then it would all feel real.

As she rode up in the elevator, her mind was a jumble of thoughts and she got lost in trying to sort them out. She jumped as the elevator arrived at her floor and the doors opened. Taking a deep breath, she exited the elevator and headed down the hallway to her apartment. Regina pulled out her keys and opened the door, stepping inside. “Daniel? I’m home.”

He didn’t respond but that wasn’t unusual. Daniel often continued working after he left the office and he liked to listen to music when he did so, meaning he likely hadn’t heard her. She knew he was home because the mail sat on the table where they kept it. Regina looked through the items and determined nothing needed her immediate attention.

After hanging up her coat and scarf, she headed down the hallway and entered the bedroom they had converted into Daniel’s office. It was painted white with wood floors and decorated with framed black and white photographs of famous buildings. His drawing table was located by the large window in the room, giving him a gorgeous view of the Manhattan skyline as he worked.

Daniel sat there, earbuds in his ear as his head bopped along to whatever song he was listening to. His pencil flew across the paper in front of him, sketching out a building Regina knew was going to be magnificent once it was built. She hated to interrupt him when he was in a groove but she needed to talk to him, so she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

He jumped and twisted his body to look at who had disturbed him, relaxing when he saw it was her. Daniel took out the earbuds and smiled at her. “Hey, babe. You just get home?”

“Yes,” she replied, kissing him. She studied the building he was drawing, noting that it didn’t look familiar. “Is this new?”

“It is,” he confirmed. “With luck, this is going to win the bid and become the new centerpiece for the Belfrey Center in Seattle.”

Excitement and pride filled her, pushing her other feelings to the side. She knew his firm was going to submit a bid to Midas Industries but there hadn’t been a decision about which architect would be the one to design it. Daniel had been talking about it for almost two months and she knew he had been campaigning hard to be the one they chose. His hard work had paid off.

“Congratulations!” she said, rubbing his back. “This is a big deal!”

“Well, we haven’t secured the contract yet,” he said. “This is just for the bid.”

“You were still chosen out of all the architects in your firm to create the bid. That means that they respect and value your work. Even you don’t get the bid, this is the start of big things from you. I just know it,” she told him.

He grinned. “Thanks. How was your day?”

The question brought her crazy and confusing day back to the forefront of her mind. Her good mood disappeared as she grew somber. “It was bad.”

“Bad? How?” he asked, frowning.

“Albert Spencer died,” she replied. “He had a heart attack last night. Or at least that’s the assumption since the janitor found him stiff and cold at his desk this morning.”

Daniel’s eyes widened a bit. “How awful! What happens now?”

She sighed, leaning against the wall as she felt fatigue take over. “I think they’re still working that out. We spent the day contacting all his clients. They are thankfully understanding and were expecting our work for them to pause for the holidays anyway. So now I guess it’s just the funeral and then figuring out who will be working with his clients after the New Year.”

“Are they going to replace him? Make someone else partner in his stead?” Daniel asked. She could see the wheels turning in his head and it made the knot in her stomach tighten even more, not loosen.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Everyone was talking about it but I think the other partners aren’t going to focus on that until after the New Year.”

He nodded, rubbing her arm with a smile. “You’re a shoo-in for it, you know. You’re one of their best lawyers. Spencer had to know that or he wouldn’t have kept you on his team.”

She knew he had a point but still shook her head. “I think Spencer was grooming Arthur King to take his place and he’s probably going to get it. Aside from Mal Draco, it’s pretty much a good old boys club.”

“That’s not fair,” Daniel replied, crossing his arms as he frowned.

“I know,” she replied. “But think about it. How many women are in top level positions at your firm?”

He was silent before shrugging. “No company is perfect. I hope ours changes soon. But I can’t focus on that. I need to focus on this.”

Daniel tapped the paper on his desk and she nodded. “Right. Just like I can’t focus on what the firm will do. I need to focus on Mary Margaret’s wedding. Which reminds me—did you ask Thomas downstairs to put a hold on our mail and newspaper?”

“Oh.” Daniel paused but the sheepish grin he gave her when he forgot about something and was embarrassed by it did not appear. Instead, he stayed somber as he said: “We need to talk about that.”

“You’re not coming,” she said, backing away from him. She didn’t pose it as a question—she just knew. Disappointment flooded through her as she pressed her hand to her stomach. “We’ve been planning this for months. I was really excited to go away with you.”

“I know,” he replied soothingly, rubbing her arms. “We can plan another getaway, one where there’s no one else. Maybe we can spend Valentine’s Day on a tropical beach.”

“It wasn’t just about us going away together,” she replied softly. “I was looking forward to going to the wedding with you. For us to hang out with my family and friends in my hometown. You’ve hardly spent any time with them.”

He sighed. “I know and I understand it’s important to you.”

“But,” she prompted, hearing it in his voice. It made her feel even angrier.

“That’s all your past,” he said. “I’m more interested in our future.”

Daniel slid his hand down her left arm until he could raise her hand up. She glanced down at the large square cut diamond sitting on a platinum band studded with smaller diamonds on her ring finger. Her heart melted a bit and she smiled softly. “Our future,” she repeated.

“A future that will be even brighter if I nail this design,” he said, letting go of her hand as he motioned to his drawing. He gave her an earnest look as he continued: “And that’s why I need to stay here so I can work on it. I can’t afford to be distracted right now.”

Her ire rose again and she pulled her hand from his grasp. “My friends would just be distractions?”

“You know what I mean,” he said.

“No,” she replied, crossing her arms as she glared at him. “I don’t. Please enlighten me.”

Daniel sighed, carefully reaching out to rest his hands on her arms. “I meant that I would have way too much fun with you and your friends that I wouldn’t want to ever go back to our room to work. And I have some tight deadlines I need to hit, so I would either not hit them or have to lock myself in our room and not spend any time with anyone.”

“Oh,” she said, her anger dissipating a bit. She should’ve known he had a good reason for what he said. Lowering her arms, she leaned closer to him as she said: “You should’ve started with that.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to spend time with your friends or that I didn’t care about them. I do. It’s just now isn’t a very good time.”

She nodded, disappointed but more understanding. “I get it. I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” he said, hugging her. “This will be our first Christmas apart.”

The lump returned to Regina’s throat as she realized he was right. She tried to swallow past it. “Do you think you could sneak up to Maine for Christmas?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said, shaking his head. “I wish I could but it just wouldn’t be feasible. Not for what would just be a night. Maybe two—but that would be pushing it. I pretty much need to be in the office on the twenty-sixth.”

“Then what are you going to do on Christmas?” she asked, her heart hurting at the thought that he would be alone.

He shrugged. “Honestly? Probably working. I’ll probably order Chinese or something.”

“That sounds sad,” she told him. “It’s Christmas. You shouldn’t be alone. Why don’t I call Kathryn and tell her there’s been a change of plans so you’ll be coming to dinner?”

“I guess,” he said hesitantly. “But I really need to get this done. It’ll probably be best if I just stayed home and worked.”

Regina pressed her lips together, knowing that he was not big on celebrating Christmas and that he had described his ideal way to spend the day. Still, she pressed on as she rubbed his arm. “Look, if we can’t be together on Christmas, I will feel better if I know you’re with friends just like I will be.”

He relaxed a bit and she knew his resolve was melting when he gave her a small smile. “Okay. If it will make you feel better, you can call Kathryn and tell her I can come.”

“Thank you,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I’ll call her in the morning.”

She stepped back, crossing her arms as she gave him a stern look. “Have you eaten? Or did you come straight home and start working?”

His sheepish grin finally emerged. “I wanted to wait for you and figured I’d get some work done while doing that.”

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What do you want?”

“I figured we could just order from the sushi place down the street. They’re usually quick,” he replied, taking her hand as they left his office.

She frowned. “Are you sure? I could try to cook something quick. Maybe try one of Glinda Goode’s twenty-minute meals? It would take less time than delivery.”

Daniel paused where their foyer exited out into their living room, gently rubbing her arms. “You’ve had a stressful, emotional day at work. Do you really want to cook?”

His tone implied that it was a rhetorical question. That of course she didn’t want to do that—that no one would want to do that. Rather, they would want to lay on the couch and put up their feet until it came time to answer the door for the delivery person. She had to admit it did sound nice. And she would be able to get some work done in that twenty minutes.

“You’re right,” she admitted.

“I’ll place the order,” he told her, pulling out his phone. “You want your usual?”

Regina nodded. “Yes, please. I’m going to go change.”

“Okay, darling,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “I’m going to get a little bit more drawn on my building.”

He moved back toward his office, head bent over his phone as he placed their usual orders. Regina sighed as she headed into their spacious living room. She navigated around the glass coffee table that sat between two black armchairs and in front of the matching black couch. Two tall lamps rested in corners, lighting up the room. As she headed toward the door that led to the master bedroom, she passed the small artificial Christmas tree she and Daniel had set up earlier that week. It came already decorated with white lights and matching white and black ornaments, looking very sleek and chic. They also had two stockings over the fake fireplace against the wall separating the living room from their kitchen. Both were black and white rather than red and white. There were no other decorations and everything fit well with their décor.

Regina, though, always wanted to do more. She longed to really decorate their apartment for the holiday—especially given how tall and wide their windows were. Lights would look amazing around the edges on them and she knew she could create little scenes in each window, even if no one else could really see them. It would be enough that she could and each year, she stood in the decoration aisle of the local story to admire the decorations. Yet she never purchased any, knowing that in the end, there would be no time to properly decorate as she and Daniel were often too busy. The only reason the tree went up at all was because they just had to take it out of the box and plug it in—just five minutes of set up, if that. And the stockings just hung on hooks they never took down from the fireplace, so it took them even less time.

She missed having a real tree, though, and she missed spending a good chunk of time decorating it with ornaments that held lots of memories and special meaning attached to them. While she got to play Christmas music on Christmas morning, she wished she could play it all the time and dance around the apartment while either decorating or wrapping presents. Or while making every type of Christmas cookie known to man, the apartment smelling like gingerbread or peppermint. Instead, she usually listened to it through her headphones while working as already wrapped presents and factory-made goodies were delivered to their door.

It was another reason why she was looking forward to spending Christmas in Storybrooke—the whole town loved the holiday and pulled out all the stops to celebrate it. There would be real Christmas trees that were properly decorated and music everywhere. And she knew Granny would keep them all well-stocked with cookies, pies, hot chocolate and eggnog—while Ruby would be stocked with all types of spirits to add to the latter two. She had wanted Daniel to experience that kind of Christmas at least once—even if she knew it wouldn’t change his feelings about the holidays, they would at least have the memories.

Most of all, they would have time. It was a precious commodity here in New York. So she was looking forward to just being able to spend time with him without work interrupting them. Maybe they could finally start planning their own wedding…

“Regina? Dinner’s here,” Daniel called out.

She felt as if she was just jolted from a dream. Blinking a few times, she realized she had just been standing in her bedroom and hadn’t moved. She had stopped to think but hadn’t really had the time to do so. One day, she would reach the point in her life where she would have all the time in the world to do whatever she wanted.

Regina realized she couldn’t afford to dawdle much longer. Clearing her throat, she called out: “I’ll be right there.”

Quickly changing, she headed out to their dining room. Daniel set the table and pulled their food out of the bag it had been delivered in. She continued to the kitchen, pulling the stopper from the bottle of wine they had opened the other day. Pouring two glasses, she returned to the table and handed him one. He thanked her and they sat down together to eat.

They discussed their new vacation plans as they ate and sipped their wine. Regina hoped her disappointment didn’t show. Daniel’s excitement over landing the Belfrey deal didn’t seemed dimmed so she guessed he didn’t pick up on it. He told her that they would have all the time in the world after her won that and got promoted to partner at his firm. Regina listened and nodded, hoping it would all come to pass as he said and they would finally have that most precious commodity.

Time.

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Chimera - Richard Request Pt 3

Pt 1 - Pt 2

implied smut, moody Richard

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The days bled on as you were nearing the looming end date to the filming. Lovingly your days off and nights together settled into a comforting pattern, but nearing the first five days off before the last two weeks of filming you couldn’t help but feel a wall forming between the two of you and it all came with the arrival of an invitation. In the mail the white envelope with raised floral and vine patterns across the front brought out a growl from Richard on his path to the shower after your emotional scene on the bridge where John would try to commit suicide. The envelope was flicked away onto the bed sending the card inside urging on the reaction nearly to the pillows. Curiously you tiptoed in the room and peered over the card only to furrow your brows in confusion at the wedding reminder from his Cousin set in the small window you had off.

All week he’d been in a mood you couldn’t seem to break through. True you hadn’t exactly pushed past making out, but that was entirely his decision, through his heated gaze and clear wish to go farther he said it would be best to wait, for what you didn’t know, but the thought behind it was admirable as he stated he wished to be with you and didn’t want it to be purely physical between you. In all his growling and sulking it did nothing to calm your own urge to knock him down and strip him bare to try and work through some of the frustration in a far more enjoyable way past your needing to try and mentally steal the problem from behind that irritating deepening scowl of his. Between the invitations and the clear growing length of his conversations with his relatives on his daily stroll through the back garden you got a crazy idea and in his long shower you snuck away to fulfill your plan.

Sneaking a peek into his contacts you made a phone call to Richard’s agent after booking a set of tickets. Your previous night had been mostly on location at the bridge and the roads leading up to it, having to be shot at night to not disrupt traffic, giving you the rest of the day with Richard.

On the bed you sat in a simple sundress Richard had yet to see you wear, smiling up at Richard in his towel clad exit from the bathroom only to pause accepting the briefs on top of the jeans and shirt you’d picked for him making him rumble out, “Jeans?”

You nodded, “Yup, I’m taking you out, I have a surprise for you.”

He raised a brow unable to help himself against smirking, “Oh?”

You nodded grinning wider passing him the clothes before going into the other room, “I’ll let you primp.” Straight to the couch you went to sit anxiously waiting only to smirk at the message you’d gotten on your phone from the agent with a delivery time for your requested items.

Through the closed door you missed the internal ranting of the Brit locked in his own inner spiral. Nipping at his lip he tried to imagine what you had planned only to get lost once again in his inner monologue. Just a few weeks left together he stole a glance at the offending invitation with a snarl in his pulling his button down shirt on he tucked into his jeans hating that he’d agreed to attend the wedding at all. Sure his Cousin was one of his best friends, much closer to a Brother at times when they’re not locked in heated arguments over favored teams or films, but as soon as filming was over you would be locked in a jumble of flights and traveling to promote the film, both together and separately, no doubt sending you to the separate countries you called home.

Yes he had agreed, but he was not about to leave you just to go sit through hours of being questioned about you as you sat alone out here hours away, even after the several long phone calls from his relatives trying to convince him otherwise. Pleading and even bribing him with their assigning him a guest spot in hopes of him bringing even a friend. But it had only been a few months and yes you were his girlfriend, a title he was thrilled to have earned from you, one that even though he wished to show you off and welcome you into his family he didn’t want to rush this just in case they managed to scare you away from being with him. You had been eager to hear about his relatives and life growing up after his knowing yours through Adam and his friends but to throw you into possibly the most embarrassing and awkward years of his life through them was all together terrifying so early on.

He wanted to be everything for you, love and provide a full life for you both to share, he couldn’t stop from holding himself back though in everything. Cuddling was still fair game but even your amorous and once frequent and fevered make out sessions had lulled at the wall he had built. To have you in his arms should be enough for him but since that first kiss he’d hungered to simply carry you straight to bed and let you do whatever you wished with him as soon as those fingers of yours tangled in his hair or simply brushed against his skin. A much needed release for both of you, though should you not be able to work out the distance or time together it wouldn’t be fair to you and certainly crushing to him if you did split. Again and again his pessimistic self wouldn’t shut up and let him focus on what time he had with you.

Sighing softly he tied his boots back on and wet his lips on his path to the door wondering just what you had planned as he slid his wallet and phone in his pockets. Through the door he slowly eased his eyes over you feeling himself smile as you walked closer to him easing your arms around his neck drawing him lower for a kiss he melted into with a low pleased hum. When your lips left his you stated, “No moping today. We’re going to have fun.” He let out a sigh, “No sighing either Mr Moose. I don’t know what’s gotten into you but it’ll just have to wait until after our date.”

In a mumble he followed after you stating sarcastically, “Yes, another date where I can’t even hold your hand.”

At the front door you turned smirking at him, “Don’t make me climb on your lap at dinner, we both enjoy privacy but if you are going to complain about it no doubt I’ll make certain no one doubts who gets to cuddle with you at night.” Making him smirk as you claimed the keys and led him out to the car after locking up when your hands released.

With pursed lips Richard got out of the car only to join your side wondering why you’d taken him to a clothing shop of all places. Wetting his lips he joined your side ignoring the cameras snapping pictures of you both from a group of women recognizing the pair of you. Through the shop doors you led Richard through the racks until you found a simple pink dress matching the color choices of the wedding as he lowly asked, “Shopping’s part of the, plan?”

You peered up at him nodding, “Yes.” Then peered at the racks again making him wet his lips and inch closer to ask, “No hints?”

You smirked watching him glance at his phone as it chimed. Under furrowed brows he eyed the message and picture from his agent and said, “My Agent must be confused, he picked out a suit for me.” His eyes raised to you only catching your soft blush you tried to hide behind the rack of clothes making him move closer to you wetting his lips again and dropping his voice lower, “Why did he pick a suit for me?”

You shrugged aloofly stating, “You do look good in suits.”

As you selected another dress he leaned in to purr next to your ear so the women a couple racks over couldn’t hear him, “Don’t tempt me, I will pin you to the wall and be ruthless for answers.” You couldn’t help but blush as he added, “That little spot at the top of your neck for starters.”

Letting out a breath you locked your eyes on his saying, “It’s a surprise.”

He raised a challenging brow purring out, “Then surprise me, right here, right now.”

You sighed and said, “We’re crashing a wedding.” A few blinks later he still stood with lips parted staring as you asked holding up two dresses, “Which one? Simple sleeveless or short sleeved and flowy layers?”

“What do you mean?” Ignoring the dresses completely.

“We are crashing a wedding, the suit is necessary.”

“What wedding?”

Leaning in you put up the flowy dress saying in mock secrecy, “In Leicester.”

“My Cousin’s wedding? Why would, firstly, I was invited there is no need to crash it and secondly I’m not going.”

You smirked moving to the next rack, “Too bad, I’ll be sure to pass on your love and all that when I go.”

He raised a brow following after you, “You are not going without me.”

Turning around you giggled smiling up at him playfully, “Good, already got the tickets.”

“Why would you want to go?”

“And miss out on seeing just how My Moose came to be so spectacular? Never!”

He rolled his eyes wetting his lips eyeing the next dress you drew off the rack, “Again, why-..”

“Besides, already bought the tickets.”

“You what?”

Adding in a teasing smirk you replied, “Besides, I managed to nick an invitation, some one just left it lying about.”

He rolled his eyes, “I was invited.”

You nodded poking him in his middle, “Of course. Get in the practice for when the guards try to question you on not looking like a Frederick.”

Richard chuckled shaking his head, “The only Frederick I know is a distant Uncle. My family-.”

You nodded, “Good, we need to come up with ties to the family.” Instantly it clicked in his head what you were trying to do, even if he didn’t understand why, “You’ll be, a distant Cousin.”

Richard nodded, rumbling in a smirk, “Plenty of those lying about.”

“And I’ll be an old friend of the Bride’s from University.”

Richard chuckled again reaching out for a choice of his own only to ask, “Why are you insisting on going, we could just-.”

You peered up at him, “Could what? Sit at the house while we could be snooping about seeing what we can find out in the family drama? Besides, I think it’d be good for you to see your family in person over just your lengthy calls.”

“Those calls were trying to get me to go still.”

“Well they will be seeing you there, Frederick. How fast can you grow a mustache?”

Your question made him shake his head and chuckle to himself as you took your choice to the register then led him across the street to a shoe shop to finalize your look.

At the table back at the house with the meal you had picked up you eyed Richard in his third bout of darting his eyes from you to his wine glass making you ask, “What is going on in that mind of yours?”

He shook his head, “The meal looks good.”

Wetting your lips you stood up drawing his eyes to you that followed you on your path to go around the table to sit on his lap making him wet his lips when your arms looped around his neck, “Why won’t you talk to me? Something is bothering you and I’d like to help you, but you’re going to have to tell me what’s going on. You don’t seem to want to be with me,” his lips parted at your assumption, “You keep talking to your family on the phone but don’t want to go see them and you somehow would rather stay at the house instead of going to your Cousin’s wedding after already having agreed to.”

Wetting his lips his hands and arms eased around your back, “I want to be with you. I wanted to stay at the house to be with you.”

“I got us both tickets though, I’m not sending you on your own.”

He wet his lips again, lowly adding in a tentative tone, “I just wanted to have the time just the two of us, no distractions with work or having anyone else to, say anything to scare you away.”

You raised a brow then said, “Rich, I’m going to be living in England and Ireland for the next few years, unless you’re trying to get rid of me I doubt you can hide your family for long if you still wanted to be with me.”

“Of course I want to be with you! Wa-, years? You’re moving to England?”

You let out a disbelieving chuckle, “Rich, I have a home out here, most of my work is in England, I only have some clothes at my Uncle’s in California because of my last film out there.”

“How, is that-…”

“Rich I’ve had dual citizenship since I was little, Dad’s from Wales, he used to stay here, Adam bought it off him when he retired.”

He wet his lips, “So you’re, staying here, for me? What about work?”

You chuckled again, “No, I’m staying for my Husband, Dean.” Richard’s lips parted and you added in a stunned tone he didn’t already connect the dots after saying he’d read the stories about your trip to the States, “O’gorman? We’re filming a series together in a few months, I thought you said you read about the press from LA.”

“I, skimmed. Why? What did I miss?”

You let out another soft chuckle resting your head on his shoulder shrugging as he eased his arms around your back holding you to him through a weak grin knowing you’d be close by hopefully, depending on where you lived. “So much apparently…”

“So, it’s a series, with Dean, in Ireland, what’s it about?”

“No spoilers, you’ll just have to wait and see, if Aidan can keep from blabbing it all.”

“Aidan’s in it too?”

You pulled back locking your eyes with his, “How often do you talk?”

“I, often, just not really about work. They must have assumed you had told me.”

“Either way, now, what is it with you and this wedding?”

Sheepishly he stated, unable to hold it in any more, “I thought you were going back to the States.”

“That’s why you’ve been pushing me away? Because you thought I was leaving?”

“It was foolish, and I tried not to, but it seemed, unfair, to push things if we’d have an ocean between us.”

“So you figured push me away now?”

“I had no intentions of pushing you away. It’s the last thing I ever wanted.”

With a sigh your arms eased more around his neck making him smile softly as your foreheads met, “Is that all?”

He nodded and kissed the tip of your nose with a pleading gaze as he asked, “Forgive me?”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, “Of course I forgive you, you stubborn, stubborn Moose.” Lowly he chuckled and closed the distance claiming a gentle kiss before you said, “I will be squeezing your family for all the stories I can to make up for your moods.” Again he smirked only to have it drop when you eased out of his lap to sit in your chair.

Quietly you sat for a few minutes focusing on your dinner allowing what you had told him about your upcoming plans. Though his focus quickly left his former worries, now settling it to just another irritating bout of travels quickly settled with a drive or train ride. From travel his mind trailed back to you as his eyes dropped from detailing your face to your shoulders, following each curve and dip from your collarbone lower as his leg extended just a tad. A switch seemed to have been flicked the opposite way when his socked foot slid to meet yours making you smirk as it raised higher over your bare legs to tease a bit higher than your knee.

With a playful smirk you asked, “If I knew all it took was flashing you my passport and address I’d have done it sooner.”

Outside the window the chatter of a group of kids daring the smallest to knock on the door made his leg drop as well as his heated gaze and smirk allowing you your chance at their racing away to ease onto his lap again bringing his smirk back when his head turned to you. Slowly your fingers worked through his hair earning a low hum from him through your leg shifting from his right to his left to straddle his lap making him wet his lip at your inching closer to him against the growing muscle constricted by his jeans. Teasingly you purred back ghosting your lips against the edge of his jaw almost stirring a shiver from him until you nipped at his ear lobe, “You know it’s not very fair to threaten me with my weak spots in public when we’re planning a heist.”

Playfully he asked, “Oh? And just what are we stealing?”

Deeply in his throat his same growling moan grew at your hand slipping in the jeans you’d somehow undone to cup and firmly trace from tip to base at the pulsing muscle still growing at the flick of your tongue against his ear lobe quickly followed by a gentle grating of your teeth around it nearly making his eyes roll back at your fingers fisting in his hair in your whisper of, “Secrets,” right beside his ear. Unable to speak he moaned and panted through your stroking him as his head turned in your focus on his ears, jaw and neck under the control of your focused hands and lips. His only retaliation was his hands easing higher on your thighs to cup and squeeze you until his aching murmur of “Kiss me.”

Against his neck you purred, “I am.”

Firmly his hands gripped your hips forcing you higher so your chest was flat against his through your next stroke with his heated gaze meeting yours as he closed the distance. Gingerly his lips ghosted against yours for a gentle peck that was followed by a much hungrier follow up soon melding into the darting and twisting of tongues between his moans at your hand stroking him a bit firmer. A nip at his lip later as his fingers tried to dip under your panties his lips parted in his attempt to apologize when you eased back off his lap only to keep silent at your lowering between his legs. Only breaking the silence at his same guttural moan when his head fell back at your lips sinking around him.

With diligent fingers he kept watch by controlling your loose curls threatening to keep him from seeing just how you were drawing him to and over his edge. Just as gently as they’d gripped and held your hair his fingers slipped free in his scoot back to grip your thighs and raise you onto the table making you giggle and nip at your lip in his lips trailing over the thighs he eased over his shoulders once the layer of cloth parting him from his goal was slid free from under your dress.

A final broken cry from on top of the table sent you both on a hurried path to your bed where he stripped and made sure to trail and press his lips to every inch he could on you as you settled again through his melt around you purring against your ear, “Just how good is this invitation of yours?” Teasingly adding through your soft giggle and reach to the page on the night stand. “To find it just lying around, I am certain no one would do that for such a serious document.”

You giggled again flashing him the invitation as your legs circled his hips making his smirk deepen settling above you propped up on his elbows, lifting up your lips met the base of his jaw just below his ear, “I know a guy.”

Deeply he chuckled rumbling, “An impressive forgery. These aliases of yours, Frederick,” his eyes left the page he set aside to meet yours, “and?”

“Bunny.” He raised a brow, “Nickname from our tennis team.”

“Ooh, you play professionally?”

Making you giggle again, “No, just playing for my physical credit. Made friends with the fiery red head on the team.”

With a raised brow he tried to remember when he’d shown you a picture of the couple before asking, “When does my suit arrive?”

“In the morning.”

He smirked again settling around you with another kiss, “Let’s sleep then, I’ll model it for you when it arrives.” Making you giggle again as he nuzzled his head against your shoulder and chin holding you tightly under the covers he pulled over you leaving the dishes for morning as well.

…

Tucked safely in Richard’s elbow your hand settled for the walk to the taxi Richard hailed that drove you both the rest of the way from the station to the garden venue for the ceremony. Anxiously Richard chatted with the taxi driver hoping it would calm his nerves, though only increasing them as he delved into asking why you were so dressed up. With a soft smile Richard answered, “We’re off to a wedding.”

The taxi driver chuckled then playfully quipped, “Yours?”

With a giggle from you in Richard’s freezing you replied, “Oh no. I’d rather have the I’s dotted and T’s crossed then just have a huge cook out somewhere in the country under the stars. Nothing so lavish for me, you Rich?”

Your eyes turned to Richard as he wet his lips, “Um, I know my Mum would want the storybook ceremony for me. Doubt she could part with that a second time, my Brother eloped, so….”

You let out a giggle as he glanced at you before you both looked at the chuckling driver who delved into his own wedding worries, mainly his in laws lasting until you reached the building, where he wished you both a good time and that you both found your destined mates for your own happily ever after. On your feet your hip bumped his drawing a relaxing chuckle from him making him ease his hand across your back and trying to calm down by easing back into your game again. Purring by your ear, “You’re certain of this forgery of yours?”

With a grin up at him you nodded, leading the way through the entrance Richard followed you through casting grins at his scattered relatives nearing you both with growing grins of their own eager to introduce themselves. Above you Richard chuckled and held his smile through bantering with his long parted relatives between glances at you, each one only deepening the settling in his chest. Your smile and ease with the curious brood instantly bringing a blaring fact to his attention, here in this flower filled venue with everyone bustling about in their finest for the occasion a hunger grew in him at wishing to share such an occasion with you. Ridiculously fast as it was, he was certain of it. Now only the introduction of his closest relatives was to test his bringing you here.

Through to the row of seats where a familiar bunch from Richard’s shared pictures, through growing smiles his Parents, Brother, Sister in law and Nephew all greeted you and started a conversation asking about your trip out and how the filming was going before an excited squeal echoed through the room ending with the Maid of Honor, twin to the Bride, called out, “Bunny!”

Turning to face her you giggled and stepped away from the group as she hurried over to tug you into a tight hug through her giddy squeaks as you asked, “Chickadee, still sporting that turquoise of yours.”

Making her giggle again then ease her hands over your arms saying, “I haven’t seen you since Uni,” sending a wink your way, “Not off the screen of course.” She drew in a breath, “Mmm, You have to come see Lili off.” With a smile at Richard you were tugged away to go visit the Bride leaving Richard to chuckle in disbelief at your attachment to his family and making him realize how you knew the Bride’s hair color.

Turning to his Parents he chuckled again then locked eyes with his Mother as she patted her hand on his cheek saying, “I’m so pleased you changed your mind.”

Richard chuckled again saying, “Actually, Jaqi sort of kidnapped me.” Making her raise her brow, “Bought the tickets, called my agent for a suit and managed to convince me out the door. Apparently I’ve been brooding.”

William scoffed, “Can’t possibly imagine that.”

His Father chuckled saying, “Adore her all the more for it, getting you out of the house and your moods.”

His Mother asked, “Have you discussed any plans yet?”

Richard wet his lips, “Not exactly, though she has said she has work for the next two years out here and in Ireland, has a show lined up with a couple of the guys from the Hobbit and other things she hasn’t shared yet. Has a house out here too, apparently has citizenship through her Dad. So it’s just a matter of seeing where she’s working and how close by it is or I’d be commuting or possibly asking to stay with her, or her with me possibly.”

His Father’s eyes lit up seeing the hopeful glint in Richard’s eyes and growing smile on his usually brooding Son’s face. “Hopefully she’ll be in the city so we can all have our usual dinners and stops out.” Making Richard chuckle and agree before another round of relatives arrived to greet him asking where you’d been taken off to by the Children eager to see the actress themselves. Not long after they got their wish as you slipped through the welcoming crowd to Richard’s side again, where you were tucked under his arm through the rest of the introductions between the bride’s relatives in scattered realizations of who the young girl they had seen years back had grown to be.

Soon enough the ceremony had been announced and you eased into your seat beside Richard, who grinned through the ceremony he got to drape his arm around you through it while his freehand rested over yours on your crossed legs, stroking the back of it lovingly. Each word and glance between the couple only made him struggle even more against tracing his fingers around that certain finger now bare unlike the new Bride’s as she consented to the union. The announcement was made for the new couple and tightly in the back seat of his Parent’s car you rode along to the second venue for the reception.

The open converted church with an open closed in back garden draped in sheer fabrics and strings of light blocking it all from view of unwanted cameras for both of your sakes made you nearly gasp at the beauty of it all. Blindly as you took in the surroundings Richard gently led you to your seats and smiled at you hoping the venue was changing your mind on a traditionally ceremony in the future. A hope now in danger at the question his Sister in law had asked, “Jaqi,” Your eyes met hers with a soft smile from you both as she continued, “Any ideas for any future ceremonies of your own?”

With a weak chuckle you answered, “Um, if anything my side would be a bit bare if I had a traditional service. Just me and my Brother, possibly a couple open minded Cousins.”

She raised a brow, “Open minded?”

You let out a short breath, “I was disowned when I stepped away from psychiatry. Only my Brother Adam’s willing to stick up for me. Though we have a few Cousins willing if there’s alcohol and free food involved.”

Inhaling sharply she softly replied, “Oh.”

You shook your head with a soft smile, “It’s alright. I don’t talk about it much. Not a very pleasant topic.”

Her hand rested over yours making you smile again, “Well I hope they come to their senses soon.” The food was served and the cake cut leaving just the dancing to begins after speeches and toasts were given freeing you to mingle with the countless relatives eager to share with you about Richard’s past.

But as you watched the couples yet again lining up to dance you eyed Richard with a serious expression forming on his face in a lean forward speaking with his Brother over something he was showing him on his phone only deepening the furrow of his brow. A nip of your lip later you used the woman who was chatting with you’s excuse to grab another dessert to slip away to return to Richard hoping to finally coax the giant moose onto the dance floor to maybe draw a smile from him again. Whatever they were discussing was abruptly ended with a shake of Richard’s head as he slumped back in his chair seemingly in a defeated mood only to have him smirk as your arms eased around his shoulders to rest on his chest while he purred, “Hello Darling.”

With a grin you asked, “Up for a dance?”

Richard blinked then rumbled, “I doubt you’d enjoy me as a partner.”

With a nod you stated, “Alright then, your Aunt Bea did mention something about a Macaw and your flute lessons.”

Your arms started to ease back, only to have his hands ease around your wrists in his rise to his feet making you giggle as he said, “We’re dancing, no time for stories.”

In his arms you stayed for the rest of the day until you were dropped off at the station once again to sit in the private compartment still giggling about the youngest members of his family that got into an argument over who the best Dragon was in the new Dragon Riders show nearly starting an all out brawl between them until they were drug apart by their Parents to keep them from ruining the dessert table nearby.

A short ride from the garage holding Richard’s car later you were back at the house again where you were wrapped tightly in his arms and led into another slow dance to the song he set to play on his phone he left on the coffee table. Gently his lips met yours as his arms looped around your back and yours rested around his neck in your rise to you toes resting your foreheads together when he started humming to the song playing and grinned wider at your joining in. Between a scattered trail of kisses he peppered across your cheeks and nose he purred sweet sentiments to you, pouring out his inner most thoughts and hopes for you both ending with professing his love for you.

The days blurred after through the final leg of the film you both claimed as much time together as possible before like kicked in again, taking you both in separate directions once again for previously arranged press stops. Three weeks you both were off in dizzying flights and train rides to get it all done until you were freed again.

…

Painfully Richard slumped into his front door after his long flight from Paris, the coat by the door instantly made a smile ease onto his lips. Through the house the meal staying warm in the slow cooker filled the air welcoming him into the dining room where he spotted the set table, unlit candles and small bouquet of flowers in the center of it all. Chuckling to himself he went through his home peering in each room until he’d found you asleep in his bed in one of his sweaters and smiled even wider.

Wetting his lips he set his bag in his closet where he removed his shoes and changed into a simple pair of sweats then eased into bed behind you. Pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek he nuzzled closer to you resting his arm around you with a soft sigh holding you for a short while until his stubble coated cheek stroking yours woke you and made you turn and kiss him passionately. Deeper the kiss grew through your muffled chuckles and giggles until he wrapped you in his arms and carried you into his dining room to share the meal. The plan was finally set, three weeks you would stay at his place until he would go to stay at yours for the next two until his first wave of travels on your mingling paths to promote the film.

…

Five weeks into your traveling and the weight couldn’t be heavier. Question after question were asked and in each separate interview leaving you wishing for the other to be at your side in some form of comfort, but each group panel you sat with space between you unable to even touch one another except when playing up some form of internal joke or story between the two of you. But behind closed doors you could finally be together fully, not having to hide at all. You both wanted your privacy but this wall you had built between you was tearing at you mercilessly. And with a rumor inducing diamond bracelet for you and pairing watch on Richard’s wrist you sat through your latest round of interviews in separate rooms across the hall form one another.

A single stolen glance over your shoulder when you silenced your cell phone the interviewer asked with a smirk who the mysterious ‘Moose’ the heart emoji message had been sent by, answered only with a smirk from you replying he was your boyfriend wishing you luck in your interview. Unknown to you a message was sent in a mocking of a mic adjustment across the hall signaling the grinning interviewer to ask, “Now, we’ve all become aware of your great friendship with your costar Jaqi, and we were wondering, she has a habit of nicknaming her costars. Does she have a nickname for you?”

The clear plotting glint in the man’s eye drew a wider smile from Richard as he finally let go, knowing what he truly wanted. Here he was being asked, if not straight out, if you were together and he was not about to lie about it, he had no reason to. You loved one another and now that people knew he understood they wouldn’t leave you alone, and now that they knew he felt free finally. So he drew in a breath and replied in a pleased rumble, “She calls me Moose.”

The interviewer, who fully expected his avoiding the subject, asked cheerfully, “Why’s that?”

Richard chuckled lowly, “When we first started rehearsing our scenes, I made this sound, I can’t explain it, past I said I sounded like a drunken Moose and she just kept it up, said it fit me and my moods.” Freely he chuckled as the interviewer joined him in the laughter then returned to the set aside questions, not knowing why he had been told to ask the question until hours later.

When your interviews were done you both exited the hall to the convention you were attending for another large group panel later that evening after the fan questions. Wetting his lips Richard eyed the lines of cameras stirring his grin out again as he stepped out for his first few photos alone. Though through the raucous cries of the camera men asking questions he all but made them fall to silence at his abrupt walk off the carpet to your side. With parted lisp you eyed the curious giant on his approach to you making you ask softly, “Rich, what’s wrong.”

In a purr he stated, “Missing something.” Before you could say a word his hand folded around yours and he led you out onto the carpet again with a growing smile. Facing the growing wall of flashes his arm settled around your back through his first pause for smiling pictures ending with his head turning to you. “Jaqi.” He softly uttered, making you glance up at him only to have him pause with his lips ghosting against yours in his purr of, “I love you,” followed by his lips planting on yours firmly through the blinding flashes catching your hint of a smile and lean into the kiss.

Again he chuckled and smiled as you both let out the painful breaths you had been holding trying to keep yourselves from revealing too much and settled into the oncoming storm of questions and expectations. Simply thankful to be free and start your futures together openly. With a soft giggle you accepted his arm drawing you tighter against his side as he chuckled peering up at the cameras asking cheekily, “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch your question, would you mind repeating it?”

#Richard Armitage x Reader OC

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nightterrorsblog · 5 years

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GLOBOPHOBIA - PATIENT RECORD HB198610D

Patient Name: Harrison, Brenda

Age: 32

Sex: Female

Diagnosis: Globophobia, fear of balloons

The following journal entries were retrieved from the patient’s home on 02/07/2018 by Agent 14.

9/24/2017

My therapist wants me to document my “attacks”, so here I am.

I went bowling with Kevin today. There was a kid’s birthday party happening when we got there. I used my breathing exercises and tried to ignore the balloons they had tied everyfuckingwhere so that I could relax with my boyfriend and have some fun. It worked for a while, but when the party ended and the adults were cleaning up their mess, a yellow balloon came loose and floated up to the ceiling. No one could reach it and I guess it hit some air flow from a vent or something, and it floated right down to my lane.

I swear to God, the fucking thing stopped dead right above me and started to sink down like I was wearing a magnet for it or some shit. I ran into the bathroom and stayed there until Kevin helped one of the employees get it down and came and got me. He says he understands, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he thinks I’m being stupid.

9/27/2017

Went to the store today. They decided to decorate for football season, apparently. Black and yellow balloons are tied to every damn register. I remembered the birthday party shit and walked out. I guess I’m ordering pizza tonight.

10/3/2017

Fuck that clown. Kevin says he was just being nice, but I swear to God that bastard was mocking me. “Take a balloon, ma’am, they’re free! No strings attached, I promise! Except the ones that keep them from flying away! HONK HONK I promise they don’t bite!” Get bent, you Pennywise looking asshole.

Kevin says I overreacted and that I embarrassed him. We got into a big fight and he left. Now he won’t answer my phone calls. Guess that’s over.

10/10/2017

Started a new medication today. Maybe this will work better than the hypnotherapy and other meds did. It fucking better. I hate needles.

10/14/2017

Got home from work today to find a yellow balloon tied to the doorknob on my front door. It had an angry face with sharp teeth drawn on it.

I went in through the back door and called my neighbor, but he wasn’t home. I could see the balloon through the window on the door. It had turned so that the face was looking at me. I barricaded myself in my bedroom and hid under my blankets, but I could still feel the fucking thing watching me.

My neighbor called me when he got home a couple of hours later, but he said there wasn’t a balloon on my door when he checked. Whoever put it there must have cleaned up the evidence.

It had to have been Kevin. Fuck you, Kevin.

11/16/2017

I was doing so well! I was able to go back to the store with the football decorations the other day and actually buy something. Sure, I had a panic attack in my car afterward, but it was progress! I thought the medicine might have been helping, but how much can anything help when someone decides to torment you?

There was another yellow balloon with a face drawn on it tied to my TV remote today. This face looked angrier and meaner than the last one. I ran outside and called the cops when I found it. It was gone when they got there. They looked all over the place to see if whoever left it was still in the house, but nope. They also didn’t find any clues pointing to how he got in.

This is so fucked up. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

11/25/2017

Had an emergency appointment with my therapist today. I keep having nightmares about the fucking balloons. I can’t sleep. Everytime I close my eyes, I dream about angry yellow balloons chasing me, watching me, hurting me. Last night I dreamt that a bunch of them tied me down with ribbon and ate me alive. I can still hear the sounds of the balloons rubbing together while they fought for space to take bites. Ugh.

I’m afraid to leave my house and give that asshole another opportunity to fuck with me.

The therapist encouraged me to stay on my new meds and call the cops when I don’t feel safe. What if I never feel safe?

11/30/2017

Woke up this morning and went to make myself some breakfast. When I opened the refrigerator to grab the eggs, a yellow balloon flew out at me. The face on it was really twisted this time, and it kept coming toward me no matter what I did. I started throwing stuff at it, but it kept coming. I passed out at some point.

I guess my neighbor heard the commotion and called the cops. They were there when I woke up. The balloon wasn’t.

12/5/2017

Went to the hospital today. I went out to grab my mail and when I turned around to walk back into the house, I spotted a yellow balloon with a fanged smiley face drawn on it floating in my living room window. I guess I stumbled backward and stepped off of the curb, right into the path of a dude riding his bike down the street.

I have a concussion and some nasty bruises, but I’ll be alright, I guess. I saw the doctor who gives me my shots on my way out. He was super focused on reading something in a blue notebook, so I didn’t bother him.

Surprise, surprise. The balloon wasn’t there when I got home. I thought about reporting it to the police again, but at this point the only thing that’s gonna get me is a nice vacation in a padded room. The cops that came last time were thinking about it, I could tell.

I’m not crazy. I just want this to stop. I don’t think I can take much more.

12/9/2017

I’ve seen angry yellow balloons literally everywhere I go. Doctor is worried that my concussion is worse than they thought. MRIs are loud and uncomfortable.

12/20/2017

My therapist thought it would be a good idea to bring a yellow balloon out during my session today. Stupid bitch. “You need to face your fears, Brenda.” Fuck that shit. I bet she set up the camera so she could laugh at my reaction later with her buddies. “Clinical study” my ass.

I tried. I really did. Then Satan’s party favor started coming at me and I started screaming and crying like a fucking baby. Bitchface let it push me into a corner before she took it away. She said something about static electricity making it attracted to me, but I could tell she was making shit up to placate me. She seemed more interested in scribbling notes about the incident than actually convincing me that it was totally normal. I’m not stupid.

1/2/2018

Another one popped out of my closet this morning and rushed at me when I opened the door. Its eyes were colored red and its fangs were so big that it took up half of the balloon. I grabbed my softball bat and swung at it. When I made contact, it burst and this black goo sprayed everywhere. It got all over my arm and burned my skin. I wiped the goo off and went to the hospital.

I’m not crazy. The 2nd degree burns under the bandage on my arm tell me so.

So where the hell did the balloon corpse and all the black goo go?

1/9/2018

My arm isn’t healing. The burn is this gross brownish color. I think it’s infected. The balloons keep appearing, but they’re keeping their distance. Like they’re watching me, waiting for something.

1/14/2018

I swear to God the fucking burn is spreading and it’s turning yellow. My therapist says it looks the same to her as it did last week. Useless bitch.

1/20/2018

I’m writing this from my bed, hiding under the covers like a fucking child. There are like 10 yellow balloons floating in my bedroom. Every single one of them has this creepy smile drawn on. I tried to call the cops, but my phone is dead. I could have sworn I plugged it in last night.

I can hear them laughing at me through the covers. My arm burns. I think it’s swollen too.

I don’t know how long I’ve been under here. I keep dozing in and out. I’m starving, but those fucking things are still there. I tried to get out of my bedroom, but they swarmed me and I dove back under my covers.

I took the bandage off of my arm. It’s not even covering the wound anymore. The burn itself takes up my entire forearm, and my whole arm is yellow like an old bruise and so swollen that I can’t even bend it. It smells as badly as it burns.

I heard someone knocking. My whole body is so swollen that I can barely move. It took all of my energy just to roll onto my stomach so I could write. I don’t know if the balloons took away my blanket or if I kicked it off at some point. They are on top of me now. I can feel them covering my back and legs. They’re so warm.

I think I’ll die here. Maybe the balloons will float me away.

To the offices of Dr. Verland,

First, I’d like to thank you.

I was skeptical when you insisted that your serum would make me better. I realize now that it was working even when I thought it was making things worse. My mind and body had to break before they could become stronger. I know that now.

I thought the balloons were threatening. I thought they were terrifying. I know now that they were watching, waiting not for the time to strike, but the time to act.

While my body swelled, stretching further than I thought possible, I prayed for mercy. I prayed for the strength to get me through pain worse than I had ever felt. I didn’t realize until I began to deflate that I was granted both.

I barely recognize myself in the mirror. My malleable yellow skin and razor sharp teeth are rather unsettling to look at, but my transformation will prove quite useful.

You see, my floating friends didn’t just give me physical gifts.

I know who you really are. I know what you’re doing. Your whole foundation will fall faster than a popped balloon.

#r/nosleep #creepy #creepy pasta #creepypasta #horror #short story #fiction #phobia

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metinthehallway · 6 years

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Gaia

Idek what this is, it’s just an idea that came to me upon looking at that one pic of harry sitting on the grass with a red bandanna around his neck and sunglasses on his head. Nothin too serious but I thought I’d post bc it’s 7 am and why not? 4.5k words of nonsense

In the flat green fields of Woodstock, New York, a young man sits with his knees pulled lazily to his chest. He’s found the perfect place to disappear, a tucked away corner in the shade of a large elm tree, a refuge from the constant commotion of the festival happening around him. It’s only the first day and he’s seen about 30 people carted away on makeshift stretchers either due to heat stroke, dehydration or too much LSD, about two thirds of them most likely suffering from all three. Scoping out the bodies swaying barefoot to the tune up of an electric guitar, he lets his mind wander. To this morning, finally dragging himself out of the body-sized indent in his bed. To last night, lying beneath the stars on the hood of his 1957 Cadillac, soft palms resting right on the hot metal as if it could burn the fingerprints right off his body. As if it could burn the existence right out of him.

To last month and the letter in the mail that changed the coursing river of his fate. The swiftness of the water sludged down to a motionless one, not a ripple to be seen for miles. He thought back to the letter, written in blue ink, written five states away in a room he’s never seen before. She sat in that unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar chair and whipped out the most formal stationary she owned and proceeded to cross her T’s and dot her I’s and break his heart. She used to spray her letters with his favorite perfume of hers so that when they arrived they would carry a sweet reminder; that she remembered the small details about him, that she remembered enough of him to call it love.

When the mailman unceremoniously dropped the pile of bills and subscriptions and a single handwritten letter onto his entryway floor he didn’t know he would spend the rest of the day in his room, on his bed, staring at the blazing summer sun making its way across his wall. The letter, adorned with drying tear stains that marred the pretty blue cursive, was absent of any faint trace of lemon. It was more bitter than the words that played on repeat in his mind, a record player skipping on the ugliest part of the song and distorting itself into a continuous screech. Words saying over and over again, “it’s not you, it’s the distance”. As if she wasn’t the one who created the distance in the first place.

The unmistakable sound of a cheering crowd brought him back to the present. Harry felt the grass poking at the tender skin of his hands as he ran them back and forth lazily to the music emitting from the speakers. A band he didn’t know the name of just walked on stage and everyone went wild, tipping their beers and sloshing the beverage all over the ground below them. He frowned, looking across the littered lawn at the variety of trash blanketing the green earth. Piles of cups, cans and bottles discarded, cigarette butts and clipped joints burned amongst wrappers of fast food and flyers showcasing the lineups for the day. He thought it was such an unnecessary thing to do as the large dumpsters lining the perimeters stood empty and void of their purpose. It was unfair. And he suddenly felt a great need to do something about it. Anything to get his mind off her.

Harry stood to his feet and brushed off the back of his pants so they would be free of dirt, ignoring the inevitable grass stains on his dark grey corduroys, and fixed the red bandanna tied loosely around his collar. He took off in the direction of the largest trash pile. He hadn’t even wanted to be here. He loved music, sure, but he bought these tickets months ago with his friends with the money he saved from his shoveling side job during the winter when things were drastically different. He’s been mentally preparing himself for the amazing experience he would soon have at dear old Woodstock. He planned everything down to the minute but what he hadn’t planned on was his girlfriend of 2 years to up and cut all forms of ties she had with him, which nowadays were only came in a weekly letter due to her having moved miles away. He couldn’t even enjoy himself here, couldn’t allow the music to wash over him in that special healing way it did when he heard a spectacular guitar riff or felt the beat of the drums sync up with his pulse.

So he grabbed a leaf bag that lined one of the smaller garbages towards the center of the festival and walked around, picking up single pieces of wayward trash before moving to the more compact piles. He didn’t realize how far he’d walked until his bag was filled to the brim with a plethora of waste and his arms started to ache in protest. Half carrying and half dragging the bag, he headed over to the industrial dumpsters and wrangled the ballooned bag over the top of the container. A hot and soupy liquid leaked onto his chest in the process and he recoiled, dropping half of the bags contents back on the ground. He groaned and with a dejected sigh and began to pick it all up again. When he straightened at the waist, he felt a pair of eyes boring holes into his back. He shrugged off the feeling as there were obviously a lot of eyes in the vicinity today and successfully got rid of the garbage once and for all.

Turning around, Harry made eye contact with a girl about 100 feet away. She looked to be around his age, maybe younger, holding a trash picker in one hand and a nearly full black garbage bag in the other. In a quick once over he notices long black hair trailing onto the ruffled shoulders of a white floral blouse that ended at the waistband of dark brown bell bottoms, giving way to thickly strapped sandals peeking underneath the fabric. She gives him a wide smile and throws up a peace sign, her chubby fingers clad with an assortment of rings on each one. He thought it must be difficult to use the picker with the clunky bands of metal hitting the switch every other second to open up the claws at the end when they didn’t need to be opened up. He tilts his head slightly to the side and furrowing his brows he lets a small, tight smile take over his face. She must’ve thought he was a fellow advocate for Mother Earth like her. He wasn’t really. He just needed something to do.

Averting her gaze, he finds his way through the disjointed crowds in search of his friends, Eric and Johnny. He was hoping he could see Eric’s circular afro bopping above the sea of bouncing heads or Johnny’s tremendously long arms flailing out of rhythm to the heavy music sounding out through the trees. He was ready to go and they had all taken Harry’s car to Woodstock. Fumbling with his keys, he saw a familiar body going hard in the middle of a mosh pit, semi greasy pieces of hair flying about Johnny’s face as his bony elbows found a different target to impale every two seconds. Taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, Harry braved the pit. His feet were being crushed every time he took a step and he stopped just outside of the core of the mosh, hanging low in the outer edge. He called out his friends name.

“Johnny! Johnny Menzel!” Harry repeated his name until the letters no longer made sense and his name no longer sounded like a word. Johnny was too caught up in the music. Harry wishes he could throw away his brain, wishes he could actually enjoy himself this weekend but alas. Here he was, wanting to go home to sulk in his bed after only three hours at the festival. They were supposed to go all night, him and his friends, even after the acts had finished their gigs. He told them he would stay for them because they knew he was going through the ringer at the moment and he wanted to be that reliable Harry he was, not this flakey, emotional Harry. But here he was, going back on his word. Harry traveled further into the dense crowd of flying limbs and swirling hair and tugged on Johnny’s shoulder, turning him around to face him.

“Harry! Fancy seeing you here dude,” Johnny exclaimed, brushing a sweaty strand of dirt colored hair out of his eyes in order to see his friend. Red rimmed the translucent blue irises, eyelids drooping heavily over them as a cheesy grin found its way onto his face. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Johnny was having fun, everyone around him was having fun. So why couldn’t he? Johnny had four months of rent to worry about that was due in two days but here he was, head banging to some obscure band amidst total strangers with their own problems. Maybe that was the way to let forget about it; smoke a whole lot of weed and let your body do all the thinking. Harry felt he couldn’t even do that, though. He just wanted to go home.

One look at Harry’s face and Johnny could tell what he was thinking. Shaking his head quickly, he backed away from Harry with his palms up and started to walk over to the canteen where they were selling bottled water for outrageous prices. Harry followed him and watched as he whistled and started picking at the bush next to the table, seemingly interested in its foliage. Harry knew what he was doing, having seen this same scene play out hundreds of times. The person in the chair counting money didn’t notice when Johnny swiped a cold bottle from the row and strutted away, Harry scoffing and trailing behind.

“Listen,” Harry says, catching up to Johnny. “I’ll stay the whole day tomorrow, I promise. I just can’t today. It’s too hot and...loud,” Harry finished, grasping for any excuse and coming up short. Of course it’s loud and sweaty. They’re at a music festival. In the middle of August.

Johnny could hear the absolute bullshit in his words and whirled around, placing a cold and condensated hand on Harry’s shoulder, chugging half of the water in one gulp before opening his mouth. “Yeah, because that’s totally the reason you want to leave before Janis Joplin comes on stage. You know, the quote unquote love of your short lived life? The woman you’ve obsessed over since you knew what a boner was?” Harry smacked Johnny’s hand off his shoulder, suppressing an intense blush before groaning. He should know by now to never tell his friends anything about himself.

“Man, I told you that in confidence,” Harry whines.

“You were drunk off your ass and announced that Janis Joplin gave you musical hard ons to a garage full of people. Don’t act all scandalized. You do it to yourself,” Johnny quips. “Anyway,” he continues animatedly. “Eric and I told you we were going to drag you out of that house if it was the last thing we did. And we did it. You can’t stay in that musty room anymore. I get that you’re hurt, man, I really do,” Harry crosses his arms at this statement but that doesn’t deter Johnny. “But we’ve been talking about this forever! I should’ve spent most of this money on rent but here I am, getting paid in experience. This is too groovy man, and you’re making it seem like a chore,” Johnny ends his miniature rant with a pouty bottom lip and what seems like a stab at a comforting voice but all it sounds like to Harry is pitying.

“I’m going home,” Harry announces, choosing to ignore the well meaning monologue. He jingles his keys in front of Johnny’s face, the 8 ball accesory almost making contact with his aquiline nose.”With or without you guys.” Johnny rears his head back.

“Looks like it’s without then. I’m going to go find Eric. And together we will find a ride. If not, we’ll just sleep on a bench or something. Maybe even on the wet grass,” he says, letting out an exaggerated gasp. “It’s all about the experience,” Johnny says, before turning on his heel in search of the third staple friend in their group. Harry knows he shouldn’t feel betrayed by them. It would be unfair with all the moping they’ve put up with and all the times they smoked a bowl on Eric’s roof and Harry talked for hours and hours about her. Her pointy ears, her dainty wrists, her brown eyes he wanted to sow seeds in, watch flowers grow out of. Yeah, he was high. He was also sad. And they knew it. They sat there and let him talk for as long as he wanted to, even until the sun came up. They were good friends, he reminded himself on the way to his car. They just wanted to have fun.

Shoving his key into the ignition, he felt the Cadillac roar to life. He spent a full year working on this car, restoring it to its former glory. He loved his baby, even gave her a name: Candace. It wasn’t too creative but it was something to call his own. Putting his car into reverse and letting his foot off the break, he slowly rolled backwards out of his hazardous parking space, in his own little world. He regretted being to lazy to check his blindspot when he heard a dull thud and a grunt, the sound of numerous object falling to the ground. Harry’s eyes widened as he put the car in park, scrambling for the door handle. He missed the lock three times before successfully disarming it and opening the door. He hesitantly made his way to the back of Candace, heart racing. He just hit someone.

In the two seconds it took to get to the bumper, Harry’s thought process went something like this; Oh my god. I just hit someone with my car. I’m in so much shit. Deep shit. Center of the Earth shit. They’ll sue me. Wait, what if they’re can’t sue me because they’re dead? I wasn’t going that fast, was I? What if they hit their head on Candace on the way down to their demise? What if there’s blood? I can’t handle blood! Oh my god, I’m going the throw up ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Rounding the back of the car (and discretely flicking his gaze to the headlight for any sign of damage), he sees a familiar pair of thick and strappy sandals and his heart drops even more. It was Hippie Girl he just mowed over with his car. He stands there, frozen as she begins to stir, loud groans escaping her lips. She tries to sit up and Harry finally moves, rushing over and dropping to his knees, making sure to cradle her head so she doesn’t hurt anything else.

Upon opening her eyes, his breath catches. They’re the deepest shade of brown he’s ever seen and it chills him to the bone. It’s an unsettling stare. Various emotions pass over her face like clouds in the sky ranging from shock, confusion, pain and then finally, anger. She winces and takes a stuttered breath, opening up her deeply bowed mouth.

“What the hell just happened,” she questions angrily. Her thick brows furrow and dimple her forehead in the process. She turns her dark eyes left and right as if to gather her bearings before connecting with his, a recognizance sparking to life behind them like a flame. He gulps, praying silently for the Earth to swallow him up.

“Well,” Harry drawls out, unsure of how to say it. “I kind of backed into you with Candace. But not on purpose! I was...changing the radio station,” he lies, not wanting to seem like a wack job that doesn’t deserve his license. “I am so, so, so, so, so incredibly, terribly sorry. Here let me help you.”

With one hand on her back and the other wrapped around her wrist, he gently helps her up. As soon as she rises to her feet, she swats his hands away. Grimacing, she rotates her neck side to side and finds that it’s only a bit sore and still capable of full motion. Testing out the rest of her body, she stretches out her limbs, flinching slightly when she takes a step forward. Lifting her shirt to expose her hip where Harry assumes he hit with his car, he sees the start of a nasty bruise spreading into the waist of her dark brown jeans the same time she does. Lifting her head, he sees her face turn red with anger. A sharp inhale leaves both of their mouths. Uh oh, Harry thinks to himself. I’m definitely getting sued.

The Hippie Girl starts mumbling under her breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Harry asks uneasily. He really didn’t feel like getting cursed by your run of the mill Woodstock Witch, no matter how much he deserved it. She ignores him and turns her focus to the trash bag lying half empty in the dirt, its contents splayed all around them, many having rolled under nearby cars. She closes her eyes in defeat. Harry, feeling awful, hurriedly bends down to pick up all the garbage he can fit into his arms, not caring this time around if any mysterious liquid drips onto him.

Stuffing the armful of random waste into the bag at her feet, he hears what she’s saying. He stays crouched, cocking his head. She’s not saying any words, just counting. The numbers drop down from one hundred in threes, it seems. He pauses to listens. 97, 94, 91, 88, 85, 82…The numbers stop suddenly at 79 and he looks up to see her looking at him, almost black eyes narrowed. He straightens up quickly, clearing his throat. “Listen,” he says frantically. “You have to understand how sorry I am. I’m not usually the type of guy who goes around running over girls with his car.”

“I would hope not,” she shoots back. “You’re lucky I have somewhere to be or else I would really be laying into you, dude. Changing radio stations? Really? Are you that shitty of a driver?” She puts her hands on her fleshy hips, forgetting about the bruise and cursing quietly. “Whatever,” she says softly, almost to herself, diverting her gaze to the sad looking trash bag. “I have somewhere to be.”

Reaching down to get a firm grip on the bag, Harry stops her. He feels like the worst person in the world. He can’t let her leave like this.

He could’ve hurt her way worse than a bruise. And he already felt horrible about the bruise, sucking in his own breath like he was the one who got hit when he saw it. Taking the bag from her, his hands dwarfing her own ring covered ones, he jogs over to the nearest dumpster before she can protest and throws it in. Returning to her, he holds up his hands in some type of truce.

“Where are you going? Maybe you could let me take you there. It’s the least I can do. And if you’re in such a hurry, driving would get you to wherever you need to go way faster than your tiny feet could. Not that there’s anything wrong with tiny feet,” he hurries out. “Just can’t cover as much ground as my Candace,” he finishes with a proud smile and a knuckle rapping twice on the trunk.

“As if I’m sitting in the same car that ran me over. A car that you named Candace. No chance buddy,” she says, already twisting her body to physically leave the conversation. Harry inwardly groans. She seemed more than capable of doing things on her own and she definitely didn’t want Harry’s company but he felt like he owed her. Scratch that. He didn’t just feel like he owed her: he absolutely knew that he did. He hit her with his car!

He watches her retreating figure for a full minute before deciding to catch up to her. If she didn’t accept his ride, he would at least see her arrive to her destination safely.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, side eyeing his profile. She’s made it all the way to the entrance of the festival full of congested cars. He shrugs his shoulder, remaining silent as they walk, not quite together, but not quite like strangers.

She weaves her way in between the vehicles, a bit more wary now that she knows what it’s like to be rammed into by one of them. He walks behind her, observing her straight posture and confident walk silhouetted by the setting sun. The dying star turned the frizzy halo around the crown of her head an orange tint and made her swinging hands glint brightly, courtesy of the multiple rings that called her fingers home. Her blouse was falling off one shoulder, sporting a couple dirt stains on the white fabric from her fall. Another thing he was sorry about. His eyes wander down to the swell of her backside against the tightness of her bell bottoms. He almost doesn’t notice she’s stopped walking and thankfully he does in time, or else he would’ve ran into her. That would’ve been bad. That would have brought on an onslaught of, “You can’t drive AND you can’t walk? How did you even get this far in life being a total safety hazard?”

Harry can just hear it now.

She’s stopped in her tracks because a small fender bender blocks her path. She huffs and turns around not knowing how close Harry is, running right into his chest and bouncing back. “Woah there,” he says, putting both hands on her upper arms to steady her.

She shrugs him off and lets her feet carry her to the left, through a break in bumper to bumper traffic. Harry follows, of course. He thinks just a bit more than normal before opening his mouth. “You think they’d see the traffic and the sun setting and turn around to go home, wouldn’t you? Like, day one’s almost over, the acts are wrapping up their sets,” he says matter-of-factly. She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head infinitesimally in grudging agreement. Harry takes this as a good sign. She’s no longer biting at his head.

“So,” he starts off. “What’s your name? I’m Harry. Harry Styles. And, again, I’m so sorry I hit you with my car.” He finds himself by her side, walking faster to keep up. Maybe her tiny feet aren’t so ineffectual, he thinks with a huff. She doesn’t seem to be too eager to answer him so he presses further.

“What are you doing here anyway? At Woodstock I mean. You don’t look like you were enjoying the music so I’m just curious as to why someone spends their Friday afternoon picking up other people’s messes. Seems kinda pointless if you ask me,” he says, rubbing a large hand around the nape of his neck. This garners a reaction from her and she looks up at him, an incredulous look on her otherwise serene face.

“My name is Cynthia,” she begins, voice gaining more traction as she goes on. “And it’s a good thing no one asked you then. I’m here because a bunch of environmentally challenged idiots get together and fry their brains to the sound of metal screeching on metal and create more litter than what’s found in a town dump. I’m here because no one but me seems to care about the environment. Do you know how much waste this godforsaken festival generates? And do you know how often they let it be stampeded into the Earth? They don’t clean this shit up, man,” she swears and breathes in, continuing her spiel. “I mean I thought you cared. Do you? Or is your favorite pastime just taking out random pedestrians with your obnoxiously red car like it’s a bowling ball and we’re the pins?” She finishes her last sentence with a snark.

Harry raises his eyebrows in surprise, halting mid step. Whatever he says is the wrong thing, so he just purses his lips and stares straight ahead. If I just stayed with Johnny and Eric, I wouldn’t be stuck with this self righteous hippie, he thinks. He knows she has every right to be angry but he’s been in too bad of a mood to even begin sympathizing. Everything feels like a direct attack to him at the moment.

Mentally sighing, he falls back in step with Cynthia, feeling bound to her at least until she knows she’s safe. She may be mean and sarcastic and all the synonyms of angry in one person, but after she’s arrived where she needs to go, Harry will never have to see her again. This thought gives him a bit of relief. She really is draining on his energy and he feels the need to pack a bowl just being around her.

They’ve been walking in uncomfortable silence for a mile now and she stopped protesting his presence about half a mile ago. The sky eventually turned dark and the stars have come out from behind their cloudy curtains when they finally approach a small neighborhood full of neatly stacked white houses and manicured lawns, most of which are full of blooming yellow black eyed susans and crisp white hydrangeas. She walks a bit quicker, a skip in her step as she nears a white blocked house with pale yellow window shutters and the number 19 in gold lettering on the front door. As she hops up the steps, her bell bottoms swish against the ground.

She turns around. Narrowing her dark eyes yet again, she bites out a curt, “thank you”. Harry’s about to smile but before he does she follows up with a, “thank you, really. For hitting me with Candace. That’s a hardcore stripper name, you know,” she blows a piece of thick onyx hair out of her face. “I didn’t need you to walk me home. Really. So I’m not going to give you a heartfelt thank you. You hit me with your car,” she says pointedly. She can’t believe she ended up here at the end of another seemingly routine day, standing on her front porch and looking into eyes so green it feels like she’s staring at a motionless forest, waiting for the trees to move.

“Have a wonderful night, Henry.”

And with that, Cynthia closes her front door with a flourish and in the quiet night, Harry can hear the lock click shut. “It’s Harry,” he says out loud to no one but himself.

“Fucking Cynthia,” he grumbles before twisting on his heel so fast it almost creates smoke, briskly walking down the single road in the complex back to Woodstock. He hears a flutter in the bush to his right and the brisk pace turns into a jog.

“Fucking Cynthia,” he repeats, shaking his head.

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All I Ask of You Pt. 10

“To going against the grain, going insane, going mad.” - “La Vie Bohme” from RENT

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 4,534

Warnings: Underage drinking

Summary: It’s the holidays and everyone’s happy right now!

A/N: It may be late, but it’s still Saturday so that’s what counts! I was super excited to make this chapter and I hope you all love it as much as I do!

MASTERLIST

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Christmas Eve felt almost like a desperate attempt for Annie’s parents to make up for the last couple months. Though, it obviously wasn’t enough and Annie couldn’t help pointing that out every chance she got. Whether she was being too harsh or not, she really couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. However, she would have been lying if she said she didn’t enjoy constantly pointing out their mistakes and affairs whenever she wanted to get away with something.

Of course it pissed her parents off, but it probably pissed them off more that Annie wasn’t wrong. It was using their failing marriage as a scapegoat that led to Annie being outside in the winter evening with a small wrapped package. The odds of running into Spider-Man were pretty slim, it was a holiday after all. Despite it only being six at night, the sky was dark with only streetlights, cars, and electronic billboards there to light the way.

The temperature drop that winter brought always left Annie cursing her choice to be a superhero instead of a street magician. She had even put a few shirts underneath the white hoodie she had on and she was still shivering. Stealing some electricity to attempt to warm up was her best bet, but even that wasn’t exactly working.

With the streets bustling with the absolute last-second holiday shopping, it was difficult to find any real crime going on as she lurked in an alley. That was when she heard a jump. Without giving it a second thought, Annie swerved around and launched the ball of electricity that was in her hand at none other than Spider-Man himself.

He quickly sidestepped the electricity and held his hands up, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me.”

Annie sighed a little, “You can’t just sneak up on me like that! If I hit you then that’s who knows how many volts straight to your chest.”

“Oh, it’s cool. Mr. Stark made my suit electricity-proof. Sorry I scared you, Swan. Merry Christmas, by the way. What’s that you’ve got in your hands there?” he asked, talking as though Annie hadn’t told him to leave her alone a week ago.

Annie glanced down and the package, “Um… it’s not much, but it’s for you, actually. Kind of a ‘Merry Christmas, sorry I yelled at you and I actually do kinda enjoy working with you’ present.”

“Well that’s great! I got something for you too! It’s not much either, but uh… it’s something I thought you’d like,” he replied, handing her something that was in a paper bag.

Annie handed him the wrapped parcel and took the thing he gave her, “You seriously didn’t have to,” she said, pulling out a long sleeved shirt.

“I should probably mention it’s got a little heater in it. I know you said to not follow you, but I saw you kept getting super cold and I uh- well I sort of stole it from Mr. Stark,” Spider-Man said sheepishly as he unwrapped his present to find a Santa hat.

Annie smiled a bit, “Thanks, that’s way awesome. I wasn’t really sure what to get you that you didn’t already have, and I know it’s super cheesy and I totally get it if you don-”

“It’s great, Swan, really, I love it, thanks,” he replied, hugging her.

She laughed a bit, “No problem, I’m just sorry I’ve been such a bitch, and I should probably apologize in advance for when the exact same thing happens again for whatever reason I decide to get mad again.”

“Hey, I get it. You’ve been alone awhile and you’re not used to having yours truly making things a bit easier on you,” he claimed.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, “Actually I get more nervous when you insert yourself and expect me to cover you. I mean, come on, my powers could crap out on me.”

“I don’t think that would happen, obviously your powers work better when your more emotional, so they work better when your stressed,” he said, shrugging.

Annie frowned, “You’re not wrong… but still, it’s so damn stressful.”

Feeling a huge sense of accomplishment at fixing things with Spider-Man, Annie was able to get back to her apartment with a weight lifted from her chest. With gifts already bought for everyone, there wasn’t exactly anything worth worrying about. Instead of going out to hang out with her parents, Annie spent the remainder of her night reading.

By the time morning rolled around, Annie was in the same clothes that she had been when she was reading. She couldn’t remember putting down her book or being on her bed in the first place. Still the computer monitor across from her confirmed that it was Christmas morning, and she crawled out of bed, heading out to the kitchen where a small Christmas tree was set up.

Underneath the fake, silver tree were a handful of presents. Two of them were for her parents and there were a few for Annie. She could tell that they were probably trying to compensate for the affairs, but she couldn’t have cared less. A part of her just liked having a scapegoat. Besides, it was more of a “being bitter about how her dad tried to explain her being a failed science fair project” thing rather than being angry about her parents cheating on each other.

The whole infidelity thing was their thing to solve and Annie wanted no part in it. She padded over to the coffee maker and put some water and more grounds in it before starting the machine. As it heated up, Annie checked her phone, tempted to call Harper and wake them up extremely early simply to be a pain in the ass. After a few minutes, she was just about to pick up her phone to dial her friend when she saw Harper’s contact name on the screen.

Annie answered, trying to not laugh and wake up her parents, “What the hell are you doing awake at like… four in the morning?”

“Because I know you and that you’d probably wake me up anyways,” Harper replied, a smirk audible in their voice.

Annie rolled her eyes, finding a mug to pour her coffee into, “Okay, but that doesn’t explain why you’d wake up so early.”

“Bold of you to assume I ever even went to sleep. I had gifts to wrap,” they said, sighing a bit.

Annie chuckled lightly as she poured some coffee in her mug, “Who are you spending all this time wrapping presents for?”

“My parents. If I wrapped all their presents for their godforsaken business partners then they said they would give me ten grand to do whatever I wanted with,” they responded.

Annie frowned a bit, “What do you need ten thousand for, exactly?”

“I’m splitting it up between charities and college. Did I mention that I heard back from NYU?” they asked.

Annie raised an eyebrow, retreating to her room and sitting at her desk, “Nope, I didn’t even know you were graduating early.”

“Oh, well, surprise, I am! And I heard back from NYU and their fashion program, so I’m just about set up to start there in September,” they said, yawning.

Annie’s jaw dropped, “Wait, so you’re, like, going to NYU, like, Manhattan?”

“Yeah, is there another one that I didn’t hear about?” Harper retorted.

Annie grinned, “That’s fucking awesome! You’ll be here with me and you can finally meet my new friends, it’ll be great!”

“What’ll really be great is when I can get out of this hellhole,” they muttered, huffing a bit.

Annie rolled her eyes, “Harper, you’re the kid of a CEO, people would kill to be in the position you’re in.”

“But what good is any of it if they’re not gonna pay for any of my school? They’re basically kicking me out after graduation, which might be for the better. I could just be talking too much,” they replied.

Annie took a sip of coffee, “Yeah, that might be it, you should get some sleep. You got my present in the mail, right?”

“Yep… I may or may not have opened it already,” Harper admitted.

Annie sighed, “Well, by the sound of that I’m guessing you liked it.”

“Obviously! New colored pencils like I’d been talking about… oh and I ate half of the almond butter you got me last night, whoops,” they said.

Annie shook her head, “Of course you did. Well, I’m glad you liked it.”

“Speaking of liking presents, I hope you liked what your friends got you. Especially that one Peter guy, he sounds really into you,” Harper started.

Annie felt her face go red, “I doubt it. He’s just a really nice guy. Besides, things are really complicated at the moment… the last thing I need is a relationship.”

“What’s so complicated about dating the guy you’ve been wanting to kiss?” Harper asked.

Annie stared at her coffee, only her breathing audible over the line, “Because there might be more than one guy I wanna kiss?”

“You know I hate it when you answer something like it’s a question. For fuck’s sake, please tell me you’re not into both of your guy friends? Or is it that one girl, Tina? You’ve been around her a lot, or Michelle?” Harper started to trail off.

Annie coughed, “No, none of them. Ned’s just my friend and Tina’s got her own shit. I don’t know if I know Michelle enough to be crushing on her.”

“Then who?”

“It’s stupid, really.”

“Not if it’s making you question everything you’ve been feeling for weeks.”

“I think I like Spider-Man. It’s just… he’s so damn infuriating, but I never wanna fight with him so we always get through our arguments and he’s just really sweet and funny and… I don’t know what to do, Harper.”

“Funny, you like them both for the same reasons… maybe you should wait it out,” Harper suggested, “But I gotta sleep otherwise I’m gonna blow up my parent’s place and then we’ll have a bigger problem than your boy troubles.”

“Alrighty, well I’ll talk to you later, then. Have fun sleeping,” Annie replied before the line went dead.

When Annie’s parents finally woke up, she made her way back into the kitchen. Though it was just her dad pouring himself a cup of coffee. Seeing him, Annie was just about to slip back into her room, but he already saw her so instead she sat at the dining room table. She was halfway through her cup of coffee and it was still warm.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked.

Annie shrugged, “Alright, I guess.”

“You must’ve been pretty tired, I walked in and you had your book on your face,” her dad replied, chuckling a bit at her.

Annie looked up at him, “So you moved me?”

“Well, yeah. I’m your dad, Annika, and sometimes I screw up, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you,” he told her as he sat across from her.

She nodded, looking at her cup, “Right… are you being nice because you’re about to talk about getting a divorce?”

“No. God, no, Ann, we moved so we could fix things. We wouldn’t drag you out here to just give up now,” he said.

She sighed, “Okay, good. Otherwise I think I’d run out of here if you pulled that today.”

“I wouldn’t do that, we wouldn’t,” he assured her.

“We wouldn’t do what?” her mom asked as she padded into the dining room.

Her dad paused, drinking some coffee, “Get a divorce and tell her today.”

“Oh, sweetie, no. We’d stay married until you were an adult just so it wouldn’t feel like we moved for nothing,” added her mom.

Annie nodded again, not saying anything for a moment, “So… um… should we get to the fun gift giving thing? I kinda said I’d meet my friends to exchange gifts and stuff.”

“Yeah! Of course, of course! You’re gonna love what I got you,” her mom said, pulling a bagged present from next to the tree.

The gifts weren’t as much of pleas for forgiveness as Annie had expected. That was for the best, though, otherwise she may have felt a pang of guilt for using them so she could get out more often. She noticed that they did seem to get them with her interests in mind, though. Some soundtracks and books. Even a hoodie or two, her parents liked what she got for them. It was always hard with adults because the things they wanted were things that she would never get enough money to buy. Hell, some of the things they wanted had nothing to do with money. Not that she could blame them.

“Also, there’s one thing that we also got that we can’t really give you,” her dad began.

Annie’s russet eyes squinted, “What do you mean?”

“Well, tomorrow we’re leaving for a couple’s retreat to try and fix things. We thought the least we could do is make a real effort at trying,” her mom explained.

Annie nodded, smiling a bit, “When do you get back?”

“January second, we’ll be back early because classes start up the day after,” said her dad.

She smiled at the both of them, “Th-that’s great, actually, thanks you guys.”

“We thought you’d appreciate it because of how much these problems were meaning to you,” her dad replied.

The day passed by easier and for the first time in weeks, Annie felt comfortable as she moved around the apartment. Knowing that her parents didn’t just stop caring did leave her feeling lighter. Not to mention the ideas that were flooding her mind as she fully realized that they would be gone through new year’s. Though, those were plans to talk about when she saw her friends next.

Before she knew it, it was time to get to Peter’s apartment where she was supposed to meet up with Peter, Ned, and even Tina. Apparently they had talked to her before they asked Annie to come. It raised plenty of questions that Annie wasn’t even sure of how to ask. Still, she left her apartment with some ginger snaps that her dad had made as well as the gifts for each of them.

She made it to the other apartment without any issue and she knocked on the door. It had been so cold outside and Annie was left wishing that she had chosen to wear a better jacket rather than a sweatshirt. Not to mention how the presents had been kind of difficult to carry while walking a few blocks in New York traffic. Despite the holidays, the streets were as busy as ever. Though, maybe she shouldn’t have been so surprised.

Aunt May opened the door, smiling, “There you are! The others have been waiting. Merry Christmas by the way! How’s your day been?”

“Merry Christmas! I’ve actually been pretty great. My dad baked a ton of ginger snaps and I thought you might like some,” Annie greeted, nodding at the top box which was a tin.

May took the tin off the top of the pile, “Thank you, this is lovely!”

“No problem!” she replied, waltzing right into Peter’s room.

“Hey, look who decided to show up,” Tina commented, getting up to help Annie with the boxes.

Annie rolled her eyes, “Whatever, you guys told me to show up now, so there’s obviously something you’re all hiding.”

“You don’t know that!” Ned protested.

Annie smirked as she sat down on Peter’s bed, “Right, well I got all of you presents, so I expect only the best from each of you.”

“Annie! I told you not to get me anything,” Tina responded, crossing her arms.

Annie shrugged, “Well then I guess my hand slipped and wrapped something up for you.”

“You’re gonna love what I got you, go on, open it,” Ned insisted, handing her a box.

Annie opened it only to get a litter box and cat litter, “Um… okay, it’s great…”

“I told you it was a weak idea, I got you this,” Tina said, handing Annie a bag.

Annie got a food bowl with some cat food and she raised an eyebrow, “Did you guys… no. There’s no way.”

“Okay, you’ll love this,” Peter insisted, starting to burst out laughing as he handed his haphazardly wrapped gift.

Annie ripped the paper only to get cat toys, “Okay, there’s no way you guys got me a cat. No, I couldn’t, really, you guys.”

“Who said anything about a cat? We didn’t get you a cat,” Ned replied, only to be stopped by a meow that came from Peter’s closed closet.

Annie looked at the three of them and stood up, walking over to the closet and opened it. There was a cat carrier and in the carrier was a cat with patches all over its face and a crooked tail from where it had probably been broken in the past. She picked up the carrier and opened it, coaxing out the cat. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was opened and grinning. No words were able to leave her mouth.

Tina smirked a bit, “I’m guessing we did good.”

“What’s his name?” Annie asked.

“Well, the shelter named him Patches,” Ned said.

Annie scoffed, “That’s a dumb name… I think I’m gonna name him… Erik, yeah, definitely Erik.”

“Like The Phantom of the Opera? Come on,” Ned commented, laughing a bit.

Annie sighed, scratching the cat behind the ear, “I really can’t thank you guys enough, now I feel like I totally fucked up with what I got you guys.”

“Nah, there’s no way, let’s see them,” Ned insisted.

Annie handed each of them their presents, trying to gauge their reactions. Of course, none of them were exactly a pet that had been carefully hidden from her for the time that she had been there. At least they each kinda meant something though. Well, she hoped that they would.

Peter smiled, tugging the Santa hat on his head down a bit as he looked at the planner and pen, “It’s great, thanks,” he said as he opened it, reading the inside of the planner.

Because she hadn’t wanted to confuse Peter with the gift she wrote something. Though, it was possibly influenced by other feelings that were running through her head at the time. The note read: Peter, I know that half the time you’re a disorganized mess (in the best way, duh) and figured this might help in case you get super stressed. Even if it doesn’t, you can always call me or something. I don’t really know where I was going with this, but Merry Christmas!

Ned laughed a bit, beaming at the lego store gift card, “This is perfect! I could get a Millenium Falcon set with this, thanks so much!”

Tina carefully unwrapped her present, “I really didn’t need anything…” she looked at the journals and pens, “How’d you know?”

“I saw you in that stationery store… my hand slipped and bought a few things,” Annie claimed, shrugging.

The group spent so much time talking in that circle, somehow all huddled up on Peter’s bed. They squished between each other, and that was when Annie asked them to come to her place for new year’s. She’d even told them to spend the night if they wanted. It had been Ned’s idea to call and ask Michelle to join them. By the time they all left for their homes, Annie had plans for while her parents were gone.

When she got home carrying her cat and all the things to take care of him as well, her dad didn’t even try to protest it. All he said was that she had to take care of him and that he wouldn’t do it for her. Erik was a really sweet cat, wanting nothing more than to lay on her bed and be petted. At least, that was how he was acting right then. A part of her figured he’d start running all over the apartment like crazy in a day or two.

As she opened one of the plastic packages of toys, Annie noticed a small box. When she opened it, there was a necklace of a masquerade mask necklace. Her jaw dropped, hardly able to believe that Peter had gotten her anything aside the stuff for the cat. She really didn’t need or want anything else. Though there was also a folded up note that read: Annie, I know you said you just wanted a cat, but I thought you should have something else to. So I thought I’d let you know that you’re more of a Christine because you’re too good to be anything else.

That not was the only thing that she could think about until new year’s eve. It wandered into her mind when she worked with Spider-Man a couple of times that week. He was constantly wearing that Santa hat and Annie wore that shirt with a heater in it under her sweatshirt all the time. Though, just when she started bantering a little bit too long with Spider-Man, she couldn’t help but think about how much Peter had cared. It made her wonder if Spider-Man would do the same for her if he had the chance.

One right after the other, Peter, Ned, Michelle, and Tina came on in. It wasn’t like Annie had a huge party planned out, she just didn’t want to be alone for the holiday. Not when she could have the chance to stay up late with her friends. Even though Christmas had passed, Peter was still wearing a Santa hat like he had on Christmas.

�� “Pete, isn’t it a bit late for Santa hats?” Annie asked, toying around with the pendant on her necklace.

Peter’s face reddened, “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”

“I think she’s got a point, unless you’re wearing it for a specific reason,” Michelle said, looking up from her book as she laid on the couch.

Annie chuckled a bit as Peter seemed at a loss for words as she poured some hot chocolate for all of them, “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”

“Enough flirting, you two, otherwise you’re both gonna need to find a room,” Ned commented, flipping through the channels on Annie’s television.

Peter frowned, “I-I wasn’t… we weren’t doing… a-anything.”

“So you weren’t flirting?” Annie asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

He shook his head, “N-nope.”

“Oh, okay,” Annie said, handing him a cup of hot chocolate.

The night went on as a group sleepover should. The group watched some dumb comedies while eating food and drinking warm drinks. It felt like things were just fine, and even Tina appeared to be relaxed around all of them. Both her and Michelle seemed to enjoy being left on their own to read or write while Ned, Peter, and Annie were left to do most of the talking.

As midnight drew closer, Annie looked at the others, “Hey, what do you guys think of some champagne to ring in the new year?”

“I can’t have any… I’ve been going straight, but I can watch you guys to make sure no one does anything dumb,” Tina offered.

“Alright, what about the rest of you guys?” Annie asked as she got up from her comfy chair.

Ned and Peter shrugged, “I guess it’s cool with us,” Ned replied.

“You could hit me up with two if you wanted,” Michelle responded.

Annie laughed a bit, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

In a few minutes, Annie was back with a glass that was generously full for everyone. She’d filled the glass for Tina with some sparkling cider because everyone deserved a nice new year’s drink. It was five minutes until 2018 and Annie had a decent feeling about the new year. They all talked about what they really wanted to do for that year and all the things that they hoped would happen.

“I just wanna get an apartment and start over, you know? Just have everything be fresh and to move on finally,” Tina said, cheating and sipping some of her drink before midnight.

Michelle nodded, “Fair enough, I want some more books and more time to read them, honestly.”

“If I managed to pass this next semester I’d be happy, but really I just want to prove I can do stuff, like, theatre or something else, just I don’t want to be doubted,” Annie admitted.

Ned sighed a bit, “I wanna hack some stuff, nothing huge, but just enough to where it’s super cool.”

“Yeah… I-I think I want my internship to go further, I’m doing a lot already, but I wanna do more,” Peter said, looking at the clock.

Ned grinned, starting to count down, “Five. Four. Three. Two. One…”

“Holy shit it’s the new year!” Annie exclaimed, drinking her champagne.

They all started drinking, Peter seeming to be almost unaffected by it. Michelle went back to her book, drinking and not paying too much attention to the others. Ned and Annie, however, were tipsy halfway through their glasses. Everything seemed to be so funny and Annie wasn’t sure why. And Peter looked so damn cute and she wanted to pull him close and kiss him. She wish she’d done that already, why hadn’t she?

By the time she finished her glass, she wasn’t exactly herself when she talked to her friends, “Y’know, ‘m real glad y’guys came… I woulda been so depressed if I’re by m’self.”

“Yeah, me too, ‘m happy I came,” Ned replied and the pair started laughing, “Y’know, ya should talk to Peter, he wants to tell ya somethin’.”

Annie giggled, pulling Peter closer a bit by his sleeve, “C’mon, tell me in my room.”

She dragged him right to her room and she sat on her bed, patting the space next to her. When he sat down she had her arms around him and buried her head into the crook of his neck. Annie hummed happily, starting to play with Peter’s hair.

“What did ya wanna tell me?” Annie asked, looking up at him.

Peter shook his head, “You’re drunk, it’s a terrible time to tell you.”

“Oh c’mon!” Annie whined, pouting.

Peter sighed, “Nope. But did you wanna tell me something?”

“Well, yeah, you’re real cute, just all the time. An’ I can’t understand why you won’t like me back, but everyone says you do,” Annie replied.

Peter smiled a bit, his cheeks flushing, “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking at him and yawning, “I should sleep though, I feel like you’re trickin’ me into sayin’ too much.”

Peter nodded, pulling back the covers and helping her lie down, “Can ya stay with me?” Annie asked.

Peter thought about it a moment and nodded, “Sure, yeah.”

Annie pulled him close, wanting to feel him so close to her and Peter didn’t mind. Though he also wondered how much of it was real and how much of it was just her being drunk. At the same time, he didn’t want her thinking he was a creep, so when she fell asleep he left the bed and slept on the floor.

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