#stop insulting my super awesome friends

[brillianthijinx]

You are truly one of the most disgusting people I have ever had the displeasure of interacting with online.

Pay, sweetie is that you? I think you need to get out more.

#lmao #it’s not anonymous when I know who you are #stop insulting my super awesome friends #it makes you sound like a moron #anon hate

[anonymous-dentist]

Honestly idc about the Tallulah vs Sunny vs Leo babyfight going on because, really, that kind of stuff is just what little girls do.

I work in childcare professionally and seasonally- specifically with 9-10 year olds- and it’s gotten to the point where my higher-ups ended up telling everyone that it isn’t our job to sort out the Little Girl Drama because it happens so often! At least once a day we have at least one group of girls have a dramatic friendship argument that will drastically shape their lives forever, and then they’re best friends again the next day. Little girls can be full of such hatred that is only ever seen otherwise in angry NFL fans after a bad ref call, it’s INSANE.

So Tallulah and Sunny not getting along? And Tallulah actually being pretty mature for a little girl and being all “We can’t be friends yet, but maybe in the future when I’m in a better place” and seemingly working on herself and her problems before tackling the Sunny Problem? That’s chill, 10x more mature than the way the girls at work can be

Leo and Sunny not getting along? Now that’s realistic. Sometimes kids just don’t like each other. You can’t force people to be friends, children included. Doing that just makes the kids hate each other more, especially when one of the kids is as traumatized and depressed as Leo is.

And then both Tallulah and Leo hanging with Empanada and Pepito but not with Sunny? Again, that’s normal for little kids, especially considering how both Tallulah and Leo may have seen/are currently seeing Sunny as an antagonistic force.

Sure, it makes sense that Sunny is hurt by all this, and that’s when an adult figure should step in: when the kid starts to cry and act out aggressively. She’s in a bad situation here, but so is Leo. Sunny fans have gotta start considering Leo’s pov and stop insulting her and her admin, and so on.

If this entire scenario was happening in a school?

Leo and Sunny would be kept apart at all times. Different tables, desks, whatever the classroom uses. Don’t pair them up for activities, and keep them across the room from each other. They don’t get an option in this because of how they antagonize each other.

Tallulah, though, would probably get an option. She’d be allowed to play with Sunny during recess or gym time if she and Sunny can both promise to play nice, and they might even be allowed to eat lunch together depending on how their behavior’s been that day. This is because of the open communication these two kinda have going on; Little Girl Drama isn’t always a constant, sometimes there’s moments of peace within.

This is all to say: this babyfight stuff is awesome because it’s the single most realistic depiction of Little Girl Drama/Friendship I’ve seen in my LIFE, and I’m saying this as someone who works in childcare for a living who has had to deal with Little Girl Drama for years at this point. It’s actually super impressive!! Kudos to the admins, they’re doing great!!!

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Ten Minute Blood Stain Removal

Requested by: @princess-charming-01 Your support means the world to me so I hope this lives up to your expectations. Keep being awesome, bestie!

Word Count: 11,000

Warnings: Some language, quite a few insults, ableism bashing, Kol being super sweet, and Bekah being the best friend ever

Summary: Rebekah was a good friend to you - the best, really. Klaus, well the two of you were by no means close but he trusted you and that was enough. Elijah always made sure you were paid well, which you appreciated. As for Kol? Well, you'd never met the guy and you didn't want to. You had enough problems in your life without a raging hedonist to upend your convictions. || Kol x reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

Story Begins Below

Working as a housekeeper for the Mikaelson family was an… interesting profession to say the least. Although, when listening to your friends complain about how miserable their jobs were, at the very least you could claim that you never got bored at work. They always asked how that was possible, especially in your chosen profession, but they'd never believe you. Though, of course, that wouldn't matter anyway. It wasn't as if you could tell them why…

Not that you were complaining! Whining about your situation had never been your style, and your situation really wasn't bad. 

Really. 

Okay, so maybe it wasn't ideal, but this was New Orleans. There were plenty of jobs far, far worse in places infinitely less savory than the French Quarter. Honestly, you should have been more grateful. You hadn't exactly been raised in the best of districts so you were beyond lucky to get a private contract with such a prestigious estate and benefits-wise, you were living the dream. The members of the Mikaelson family were pretty chill (in a manner of speaking) for rich people, all things considered; the wages they paid you were generous, and the hours were reasonable, with a plentiful number of paid vacation days supplied (sometimes spontaneously with little to no warning). The job really only had one downside. But that was just it because, well…

Being employed by 4 original vampires is one hell of a downside.

That one big whopper of a workplace hazard also came with quite a few subsequent inconveniences but you were used to it by now. Fortunately, walking in on a pile of corpses is a thing that gets easier over time. Hell, after your 23rd stack of cadavers, you even stopped throwing up!

Admittedly, now that you looked back on it, the experience that was your discovery of the supernatural could have been a lot worse. You were lucky that only Rebekah was home at the time and that she was feeling a need for feminine companionship. You liked Rebekah. She was more emotionally conscious than Klaus or Elijah and you were grateful she had the patience and kindness to calm your hysterics before gently telling you what the hell was going on. Rebekah also had the decency to apologize when she explained the concept of compulsion to you and why she had to ensure your silence regarding the truth. It was for both your safety and theirs that you kept your mouth shut. You recognized that you didn’t really have a choice in the matter, but you appreciated that she presented it as if you did. After she finished, you felt alright enough to ask her - in all caution, if she would restrict your free will as little as possible. You didn’t want to end up like the other staff members who acted like little more than drones. 

She agreed, admitting that it would be nice to have a friend around rather than another robot. Thus, she only compelled you not to reveal your knowledge of the supernatural to anyone outside the compound. Your emotions and mind remained your own and you counted yourself lucky. Had it been one of her brothers instead, you probably would have become another blood bag (Klaus) or a zombie (Elijah). 

Though, you weren’t sure what Kol would have done. Rebekah's third brother hadn't been around much since you'd started working so you didn't really know him. You had only ever seen the guy once or twice and only in passing. Kol didn't pay you a lick of attention and you didn't exactly want him to either. Judging from the blonde vampire's description of her most troublesome sibling, he sounded… spontaneous at best and downright volatile at worst. You didn't need any more of that in your life - that was what your best friend was for. Rebekah was enough for you.

How the two of you became friends is a mystery you didn't think you would ever solve. She was just so much more than you would ever be - so much more interesting and beautiful and capable. Why she actively chose to spend her time with you was beyond your understanding. But the two of you had fun together and her vampiric nature didn't bother you as much as it should have. Besides, being friends with an original vampire did have its perks. Bekah was always there to look out for you - protect you - even from her brothers.

"Here comes the weekend!" You cheered, crossing one of the compound's many lounges on a particularly pleasant Louisiana afternoon, practically skipping as you went. Not including this space, you had one more room to clean. ONE MORE and then you were off! 

Rebekah, who happened to be lounging on a sofa, immersed in her phone, glanced up, slightly baffled and significantly unimpressed.

"I hate to break this to you, but tomorrow's Thursday, lovely," She said gently. 

"I don't care, it's my weekend!" You exclaimed, still cheering the words, fists raised high in the air. 

She thought about that for a moment. "Touché. I suppose it is." Rebekah nodded. “Can’t believe it’s already Wednesday though. I swear it was Saturday just five minutes ago.” 

“Oh yeah, and yesterday was June,” You teased. It was actually the middle of January but you’d discovered that vampires just had a really hard time keeping track of dates. Of the three vampires you thought you knew somewhat well, none of them could measure time for shit. Elijah was the best but even he had the annoying tendency to reference the fourteen hundreds like they were last week.

Rebekah just grinned and tapped her nose. “See? Now you’re getting it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Speak for yourself, blondie. This week’s been dragging on forever.” (You were proud to say that you were the only human alive who could call that girl “Blondie” and live to tell the tale.)

“Eh. You don’t know the first thing about forever,” She quipped, waving her hand dismissively, distracted once again by something on her phone. You just shook your head and chuckled, pulling out a cloth and some furniture polish as you got to work on the side table next to her. She absentmindedly lifted a potted plant off the wood so you could clean underneath.

Watching her do things like that still weirded you out. Held in a hand-crafted ceramic vase that you were pretty sure was an antique, it wasn’t as if that plant was some small succulent. The thing was a healthy bird of paradise shrub as long as your arm. Altogether, the decoration must have weighed thirty or so pounds (and cost more than your college tuition) yet Rebekah pinched the rim between two fingers and picked it up as if it were a feather. You finished polishing the table and moved on. Behind you, your friend dragged her eyes from her phone again and a frown curled her lips as she pushed herself to sit up. You didn’t have to look at her to know she was regarding you with a critical eye - it was only friendly though. 

"You know, Y/N, if I didn't know better, I'd think you hated your job," She declared after a moment.

You tossed her a smirk over your shoulder as you dusted the mantlepiece. "I do hate my job."

"Oh, come off it!" She scoffed. "It's not as if we torture you!"

You turned around slowly, raising a brow. "Bex, your brother is literally painting with the blood of his enemies again.”

"Oh, bloody hell. Not again."

"Yes. Again. I swear, you walk into that studio and it's like somebody handed a toddler some suspicious lookin' finger paint!” You exclaimed, tossing your hands in the air. “And do ya know who has to clean up after him?"

"You?" She guessed timidly, her expression sympathetic.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" You groaned, rolling your eyes as you put the last ornament back on the mantle. "If that's not the definition of torture then I don't know what is." You crossed the room to a door at the far end of the lounge, the one that led to your final room for the day. As you reached out to turn the handle, Rebekah's voice called you to a halt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," She warned nonchalantly. You sighed deeply.

"Do I even want to know?"

"I doubt it."

"Figures, who was it?" You demanded. "Which pair of eyes do I need to spray some Windex into?" 

The girl furrowed her brow, confused. "Did no one tell you?" 

"Did no one tell me what?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest uncomfortably. You didn't like feeling uninformed.

"Kol's come back," She sighed, tone somewhat grim. "That's his handiwork in there. I counted twenty-two, you're welcome."

"Twenty two bodies?"

"Yup."

You pursed your lips into a line. No. Just, no.

"Yeah, not today Satan," You said with a dry grimace. "YO! GERRETTA!" The older maid wouldn't mind. You didn't think she could mind as you were pretty sure she'd already had a stroke and the only thing keeping her going was Klaus' compulsion. Either she’d clean up the ghastly mess in the room beyond or another one of the zombie staff would. If she responded to your yelling, you didn’t hear it. That was no surprise, however. Your hearing aids were good but they weren’t that good.

You glanced at the blonde girl expectantly and Rebekah spoke up. “Yes, she heard you.”

You nodded to her and called to the maid again. “GERRETTA, THE HALL OFF OF THE SECOND UPSTAIRS LOUNGE NEEDS SOME TLC!” You cast your eyes on your friend again.

“She says she’ll send Sofie up to take care of it,” The girl relayed. You thanked her with a thumbs up.

That was another thing you loved about her. Bekah had never thought of you as broken or in need of charity. To her, you were just like anyone else and deserved just as much consideration. She’d even asked you to teach her ASL, though she mostly used it to insult her brothers. 

“Which one’s Sophie again?” She asked, squinting as if trying to remember but you doubted she had ever bothered to learn the staff’s names in the first place. You couldn’t exactly blame her - Sophie was another one of the zombies.

“Uh… Red hair? Nose piercing?”

“Oh, yeah…” Your friend mused absently. “I think she’s the one Kol likes…”

Your eyes widened and you swallowed harshly. For some reason, you doubted that it was your fellow maid’s personality that Rebekah’s brother had a fondness for. You liked Sophie, she was your friend… sort of. The family’s compulsion over its staff members was rendered entirely latent when the individuals left the compound - they were themselves again, just without any memory of the supernatural. They were all really great people, actually. Sophie was close to your own age; you had hung out with her a few times around the quarter. She was nice. 

You desperately hoped that her blood wouldn’t be the next stain you had to remove from the upholstery. 

You shook away the chill that dripped down your spine, jabbing your thumb towards that door and raising a brow as you faced Bekah again. "So, I take it somebody had a bad day?"

"No, actually that's the product of a good day, believe it or not," She mused, lips tight.

You didn’t know Kol - not really - and you weren’t typically one to judge others. However, while the Mikaelsons would usually dispose of the corpses themselves, blood stains were still miserable to remove from furniture. Not to mention the stench caused by internal organs spontaneously becoming external organs was almost harder to purge from a room than skunk spray. So sure, you didn’t know Kol, but he was setting quite the pretense with his behavior, and anything that served to make your job unnecessarily difficult didn’t exactly lend itself to improving your opinion of him.

"Yeah, your family sucks.” You huffed. “No offense."

"None taken."

"Good. 

"Good." 

"Guess that means I'm done for the day," You announced, trying to remain bright despite the looming sense of dread beginning to build in the back of your mind. Luckily, you were pretty good at ignoring your problems.

“Excellent! Now you can help me!” The girl smirked and patted the spot on the couch beside her. You faked a miserable groan as you moved to sit and she flipped her phone around, allowing you a glimpse at the beautiful deep green dress displayed on the screen. “What do you think about this?” She asked. 

The article of clothing looked like it had to cost more than your entire apartment complex and you wondered if you would ever get used to the Mikaelsons and their ungodly wealth - or any aspect of them at all, for that matter. You probably wouldn’t.

“That would look gorgeous on you, Bex.” You hummed, smiling. “But then again, everything does so that’s not saying too much.”

It was very telling that, despite being infinitely older and more powerful than you, she still sought your opinion on clothes and looks. You often thought that Bekah wasn’t really one-thousand years old - rather, she’d just been seventeen one-thousand times. Because, although she snickered about it, waving you off, you could see a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Casual compliments did little to impress her, but honest ones always warmed her heart. So you gave them as often as you could.

“Its a blessing and a curse,” She hummed. “But, no, I was actually thinking for you, love.”

“Oh.” Your brows must have shot to the ceiling. “Well in that case, I wouldn’t be caught dead in it and it’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

“Alright.” Rebekah shrugged, going back to scrolling. “I suppose I’ll simply have to find you something more expensive.”

“Wha- No! I can’t- Why would you- That’s insane! No!” You stammered, reeling with shock. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. This one’s really not that much,” The blonde scoffed. 

“I saw the price tag,” You said, crossing your arms. “It’s like thirty thousand dollars.”

Though the girl kept talking as if she hadn’t heard you say that. “The jewels are only costume-”

“Glass may not be diamond but it ain’t plastic either.”

 “The fur on the collar is synthetic-”

“Why is that a bad thing? Who are you - Cruella DeVill?”

“I’m looking at the sheer on it-”

“The what?”

“The see through layer covering the actual dress.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, anyway that part looks like organdy to me, so it’s not like its muslin or anything.”

“I may not know what either of those things are, but both of them sound more expensive than brain surgery.” You shot her a meaningful look that was supposed to be stern. As if you could chastise a one-thousand-year-old fashionista. “You can’t make any of this sound cheap.”

“Honeslty, Y/N! It’s not even made of silk!”

“Oh yeah?” You raised a brow, challengingly. “What’s it made of then?”

She licked her lips. “Cashmere.” You narrowed your eyes and pulled out your phone, laying back so she couldn’t see what you were doing. Google was your ally when dealing with Rebekah. “What is it? What are you looking at?” She demanded, craning her neck in an attempt to glimpse the screen. You didn’t respond and just leaned further away. A moment later, you flicked your eyes to meet her’s over the top of your phone.

“You do realize how that’s not better, right?” You criticized, giving her a flat look.

“It is if you have sense,” She mumbled, though not so softly that you couldn't hear. You appreciated that. It always made you insecure when you couldn’t hear what another person was saying about you, especially when that person claimed to be your friend. You’d been burned before by fake nice girls, but Bekah was different. She was the most genuine person you’d ever met.

You snorted, stretching out. “Dude, you’re talking to someone who’s definition of splurging is dinner at Applebee’s followed by a DQ shake.”

“Alright, it’s official: You’re impossible.” She huffed, tossing her phone onto an armchair across the room.

“I’m impossible?” You questioned. 

“You’re the only person I know who would rather wear a bloody polyester t-shirt than a cashmere dress!” The blonde girl rubbed her temples, feigning exasperation.

“I fail to see how that’s a problem.”

“And that in itself is the problem.” 

“No it’s not!”

Bekah turned to watch you and her expression grew somewhat weary. You regarded her curiously and a few heartbeats passed before she spoke again. “You know, I honestly sometimes wonder how we’re friends,” She said, sounding more than a little morose. “You must think me so shallow.”

“You’re not shallow,” You started. She shot you a doubtful look and you rolled your eyes, tossing an arm around her shoulder. Insecurities are the worst so you hugged her tight. “Seriously, Bex. You’re not. You’re a person, and I don’t think people can be defined by some callused label we slap on them to explain a few behaviors. Sure, you can be blunt, but it’s only honest and I like that about you. Sure, you like dresses and makeup and all those sorts of things, but that doesn’t make you vain. You find beauty in the things around you and in yourself. Gotta be honest, I’m a little jealous of that.”

She smiled softly, shaking her head but she didn’t meet your eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“You know me, Bex. You know I don’t just say things for the hell of it.” You stooped down to meet her gaze, forcing her to look at you. “I’m not gonna say that you’re reserved or something because you’re not. You’re easily the least frugal person I know, but that doesn’t make you conceited. I mean, you pass hundred dollar bills to every street musician you pass and I think back to just last month; the day before Christmas Eve, you went out and bought dinners for every homeless person on the streets of the French Quarter - just because you could. That doesn’t sound too shallow to me.”

You smiled gently and she returned it. 

“Thanks, Y/N/N.”

“You’re welcome,” You said. “It’s still a no on the dress though.”

The blonde girl gave a slight chuckle, faking a pout. “Why not?”

You sent her an incredulous look and leaned back on the couch, closing your eyes. “Be honest with yourself, girl. Where, when, and why the hell would I ever need to wear something like that?”

“My family is holding a winter gala here in about a week or so. You could wear it there.” She suggested.

“Things like that are only fun if you have a date,” You pointed out.

“Those are rather easy to come by, so I’ve heard,” Bekah sang, nudging your shoulder.

You snorted. “For you maybe. You’re gorgeous, rich, fun, and you like people.”

The girl made a rather unladylike noise in rebuff. “Come on, love. You know its time you start putting yourself out there.”

“Do I know that?” You mused.

“Yes.”

“Well that’s a surprise, considering the magic eight ball I asked yesterday said Hell No.” 

“Hell No isn’t even an answer on one of those things,” She insisted.

“Then it must have really meant it.”

“Why are you so against trying to find someone?” She wondered, sitting up to watch your expression.

You smirked. “Because relationships are icky, and boys have cooties.”

The girl smacked your knee lightly. “That’s not true, and you know it. You just have to find the right one,” She said. 

“I already have,” You pouted childishly.

“Yes, but I’m taken and Sean Connery is dead,” She quipped without missing a beat.

You tapped your heart. “Not in here he’s not.”

Rebekah groaned, tossing her head back in defeat. “You really are impossible.”

“Then give up on me.” 

“Any sane person would,” She said. “But unfortunately for you, I believe in love.”

“Ah, so you admit that love is otherwise unlikely to befall me!” You laughed.

“That is not what I-”

“It’s called sophism, honey.”

Rebekah huffed. “That’s it! I’m buying you dinner.”

“Wait, what? A wicked grin split your friend's face and you held up your hands. "No… No! Down Bekah! You're not buying me anything - not this time. Down girl!"

Suffice it to say that her will was stronger than yours that day and that's how you found yourself curled up on the couch of her family's home theater, cuddling a wooly mammoth plush that you had named Lieutenant Nose. After several hours of window shopping, you were more than relieved when she invited you back to her house for a movie night. The two of you had decided on watching the best film of all time. A.K.A The Princess Bride.

"What kind of name is Buttercup anyway?" Rebekah wondered, tossing a couple of pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

"What kind of name is any name?" You countered, shrugging. “What makes a name good or bad?”

"Whether or not it starts with Inigo and ends with Montoya," She replied immediately, holding out her hand for a high five.

"Right on!" 

 Both of you glanced at each other and grinned. 

"Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die!" The two of you quoted in unison. You reached forward to "stab" your friend, quickly dodging her attempt to do the same. You had to roll off the couch to avoid her but managed to pop up and poke her right between the ribs. 

"Ha! I win!" 

She rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the couch. You opened your mouth to tease her again but someone cut you off.

"Dearest sister, I can't believe this-" A voice like milk chocolate and silk sounded from the doorway, perfectly complementing the pair of eyes that met yours when you pushed your tangled H/C hair out of your face and turned towards the sound. "-you've slighted me!”

Your entire body froze. Of all Rebekah’s siblings, the least human-friendly one now stood just across the room from you. That distance was nothing to a vampire. He could cross the floor and have his teeth buried in your throat in the blink of an eye. 

So, you didn’t blink.

You just stared at him, eyes wide and muscles tense. To your right, Rebekah looked ready to throw herself in front of you. 

“Get out, Kol,” She ordered, clearly annoyed. The boy at the door shrugged.

“I’m afraid I just can’t do that,” He said regretfully, though not an ounce of that reluctance showed on his face as he leaned against the door frame. “Not until you pay me due recompense that is.”

Wow… You- you really liked his voice. You had seen the guy before but you’d never talked to him. This was the first time you’d ever heard him speak and that voice was downright enchanting. You felt like you could listen to him talk for hours. The boy’s voice was smooth and warm - comforting. The sound lulled you into a security that logically, you knew you really shouldn’t have felt in his presence. 

Kol was also super cute now that you got a good look at him. With dark hair and dark eyes and a smile that had no right to be as innocent as it appeared, his entire presence felt like a trap and you could practically feel yourself stepping into it.

This guy ate twenty-three people in one day, you tried to remind yourself. The notion didn’t much help because your brain just could not connect this boy to that gruesome massacre. 

“I don’t owe you anything,” Rebekah said, crossing her arms and glaring.

“That’s where you’re wrong." He grinned. His eyes flicked to you and there was this look in them. Kol looked hungry.

Oh, bloody freaking mother of pearl. You were screwed.

Your friend sighed, rolling her eyes. Clearly, her brother didn’t plan on giving up. “What are you talking about, Kol?”

The predator at the door clasped his hands behind his back, smirking in a rather self-satisfied way. “There has been a betrayal committed,” He announced. “A heavenly vision sits on the floor before me and you’ve neglected to tell me her name. Honestly, I’m offended.” Kol shifted his dark chocolate eyes to your face and smiled in what you were sure he thought was a charming way. “Hello, darling.” 

Sure, the expression was cute but you didn’t care for it. That smile only served to make you feel small and insignificant, like the prize won from a five-dollar carnival game - amusing, tiny, and something he intended to leave broken in a day or two. 

“This is Y/N. She’s my friend and she’s off limits,” Bekah sneered. 

Kol rolled his eyes. “Why must you always think the worst of me, sister?”

“Because you always give me a reason to,” She snapped. “Go find yourself a different toy.”

Kol’s gaze remained fixed solely on you. “I don’t think I will.” Then he sauntered across the room and threw himself onto a sofa a few feet away. He glanced up with a cheeky smile directed at your friend. “Relax, Bex. I have every intention to be nice to this radiant angel. No need to be so overprotective.” His tone, let alone his expression, was anything but sincere.

White-hot anger boiled up inside of you as you watched Kol smirk. He wasn't impressed or fascinated with you. The boy had never spared you so much as a glance before now. To him, you were just a new face - one he couldn't recall killing or spending a night with before. The only appeal you held was that of novelty. This act of his was just that. Sure, it was a good display, but ultimately it only spoke to just how self-obsessed he was. Rebekah's observation had been right. You were nothing more than a toy in his eyes - one he craved to break.

Rebekah’s mouth twisted into a scowl. “There’s no such thing as overprotective when it comes to you,” She hissed lowly. 

Grinding your teeth, you spoke up. “Don’t worry, Blondie. I’m sure he’ll lose interest the second he realizes I’m on the housekeeping staff.” You narrowed your eyes at the boy as you climbed back onto the couch and smiled thinly to show him that you were onto his little game.

"I hope so," She muttered, wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders.

"I wouldn't count on it!" Both of you glared at him and Kol just shrugged. "Although, since you are on the house staff, would you perhaps make some of that popcorn stuff for me?" He bit his lip to hold back a cheeky grin. However, those puppy-dog eyes of his did nothing to encourage your determined hatred of him.

You smiled sweetly. "Absolutely not, sweetheart."

"Aw… Why so mean, love?" He whined dejectedly. 

"Because you have your own pair of legs for that,” You snipped, your voice measured and crisp. You would have to be careful around this one. He was tricky. You were pretty sure his puppy eyes weren’t even on full power and you already found yourself struggling to say no to him. 

Kol's lips twitched up at the corners and he tilted his head. "Really? That's odd because I could have sworn my family pays you for something…"

"That they do." You nodded. "Except, I'm currently off the clock, so professionally speaking, I'm not here. I.E. get off your ass and get some yourself, please and thank you."

Kol blinked. "Fair enough." Then, he got up and left the room, presumably headed for the kitchen.

Rebekah turned to you, eyes wide. "I think that's the first time I've ever seen someone win an argument with him," She said, clearly impressed. 

"Really?" You chuckled, quite pleased with yourself. 

"Well he argues like an asshole so winning is usually impossible."

"Huh." You tossed another piece of popcorn into your mouth. "Kudos to me then."

"Just don't let him charm you, alright?" She sighed, leveling you suddenly with a degree of seriousness you rarely saw in her. "I know my brother. He's just looking for entertainment - nothing more."

"You don't have to worry about me, Bex. I'm fully aware that no one would actually want to flirt with me."

"No, that's not what I-"

"Let's just watch the movie, yeah?" You didn’t mean to be terse but the words came out harsher than you’d intended them. 

"A-alright." The girl’s shoulders slumped and you could tell she was upset with herself.

You smiled and took her hand to show the girl that you weren't mad. This just wasn't something you wanted to talk about, not when Kol could hear you just a few rooms away. So, the two of you continued your movie without interruption until Kol returned about fifteen minutes later with a bowl of popcorn.

"What took you so long?" You wondered offhandedly.

The boy adopted what one might call a sheepish expression. "I may have burnt it… twice." He flopped onto the sofa again. "So, what’s this movie you girls are watching?"

"The Princess Bride," You answered smiling when you caught him grimacing. 

"That's not one of those Chick-Flick shows is it?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed readily. The lie, however, was ruined by Bekah, who answered at the same time.

"Absolutely not, I couldn't get Y/N to watch one of those with me if I paid her," She said. You sighed, pinching your nose and her eyes widened. “Oh, you wanted to-” You nodded. “Oh…”

Kol shifted on the couch to look at you, eyes gleaming like a satisfied cat's. "So is it any good?"

You rolled your eyes. "Uncultured swine," You signed to your friend. You were only now rethinking your decision to insult Kol aloud as you’d done earlier. She laughed and nodded.

"Oi!" Kol's somewhat indignant shout caught your attention and you whipped your head around to look at him. Then, to your great surprise, he signed back. "Say that to my face, why don't you?" What was even more impressive was his hands were quicker and more precise than his sister’s and you’d been teaching her for a while. 

Your jaw must have hit the floor and stayed there because it was Rebekah who reacted first. She paused the movie and rounded on him.

"Since when do you know sign language?" She demanded, both stunned and accusing.

Kol shrugged. "Since before Alexander Graham Bell was a prick, I suppose." You couldn’t help but laugh, nearly spilling some of the soda you’d been drinking. 

"That must have been before he was born, then," You hummed, unable to resist bashing the famous inventor.

"Precisely." Kol grinned and you felt something in your stomach attempt amateur gymnastics. Okay… so perhaps you'd been a little hasty in your judgment of this boy. Maybe he didn’t mean to sound superior or insincere. Perhaps he was just genuinely playful. Maybe he wasn’t actively trying to goad you into a snare. Perhaps that flirtatious attitude was simply his default setting. Maybe there was more to him than just Rebekah's warnings.

But no. Those thoughts were dangerous, not to mention presumptuous. His sister had just warned you about this exact thing! So, you tried to push those butterflies down, but it would seem that they refused to obey. 

Trying very hard not to blush, you faced your friend with a raised brow as you stuffed more popcorn in your mouth. "You know, ya’ never told me he didn't suck."

The ferocity of the blonde girl's glare increased as if she were trying to will a white oak dagger to spontaneously put her brother on a time-out. "No. I didn't."

"It's because she's jealous," Kol said in a stage whisper.

"Oh, I see," You whispered back.

“She goes to school and I’m the one who learns things.” He sighed with faux remorse, shrugging. “I just can’t help it.”

“Makes sense.” You nodded sagely.  "Thank goodness she can't hear us when we talk like this."

Your friend crossed her arms, miffed. She waited for you to look at her again. “You should really know by now, that I can, as a matter of fact, hear you. Loud and clear.”

“I think she’s onto us, love,” Kol whispered again. He shot you a wink.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Bloody hell, what an astute observation!” 

You held a hand to your chest and, with an obnoxious scream, you vaulted yourself over the back of the couch. “Quick, Kol! Hide! We’re safe if she can’t see us!” 

“Oh, okay.” He too let out a laughably high-pitched scream which was followed by a loud thud and though you couldn’t see what happened, you were willing to bet that was the sound an original vampire makes when it jumps a sofa. "This floor is remarkably clean," He noted a moment later.

"You should lick it."

"Tempting, but I'd rather not."

Your best friend groaned. “You know, you’re not clever. Either of you.” She was really trying to sound annoyed but you knew her. The trembles of repressed laughter showed through her voice. That girl never got mad at you because you always knew precisely how long to keep a gag running.

“Geez, Bekah. You’re so mean!” You called from behind the couch. “I thought we were friends.”

“I thought so too!” She lamented. “I thought it was us against the world - girls versus boys. You agreed with me about him not five minutes ago, but you’ve swapped sides.”

You flushed and you were grateful neither of them could see. She had a point but you just… you couldn’t help liking Kol. Now that you actually spared him your bias, his good humor was just too easy to fall into.

"I know, I know…” You hissed. Then you popped back up from your hiding place and leaned on the back of the couch. “But he speaks the language of allies." You spared a glance toward where Kol had been sitting earlier to find that only his legs were visible now, sticking out from behind the sofa. You rolled your eyes.

"If hating on ableists is all it takes to earn your trust, then I wasted a lot of effort." Rebekah frowned.

You shrugged. "I fail to see how that's a personality flaw."

"Oh, it's not." She gestured to her brother. "You're just making it way too easy on this idiot."

“Well, in Y/N’s defense -” Kol spoke, picking himself up off the floor. “- I am a lot more fun.”

"You wish," The two of you said in tandem. The boy just shrugged, chuckling to himself and Rebekah pressed play on the movie.

Kol ended up staying for all of it, much to your chagrin. When the film ended, you cast a glance at the clock only to realize that it was past eleven. 

"Holy crap!" You exclaimed. "I gotta-"

The blonde cut you off. "You're not going home this late, love."

"But I-"

"I rather prefer my best friends un-eaten." She sent you a hard look and even though you agreed with her, you knew there would be no changing that girl's mind.

You shrugged. "Yeah, okay. But I'm not sleeping in your room."

Rebekah tossed her head back, laughing at the memory. "What? Did you not have fun last time?" She teased, nudging your shoulder. 

"No. No, I did not."

Kol raised a brow, intrigued. "What happened last time?"

You shuddered, gagging obnoxiously and his sister just laughed harder, nearly slipping off the couch. "Marcel! He-He snuck into my room in the middle of the night an-and then-" You tossed a blanket over her head to stop her from finishing the story but she was laughing too hard to do so anyway.

"We're not reliving that!" You declared as Rebekah struggled to find her way out of the blanket.

"Oh, but your face!"

"Nooooo!" Grabbing a throw pillow off the couch, you tossed it at her head and she finally fell off the seat, shaking with giggles.

"Well now, if you're not staying with Bex, you can always join me." Kol smirked, meeting your eyes. His were darker somehow than they'd been before - obsidian instead of chocolate - and filled with a thinly veiled hunger that told you some part of him was serious. 

Your insides twisted but you couldn’t tell if you were flattered or terrified. Those eyes were intense, smoldering. Were you supposed to run or step closer? Settling yourself, you pressed your lips into a line, crossing your arms over your chest uncomfortably. That was it, you decided. He just made you uncomfortable. That was what you felt.

Nothing else.

 "I think one of the guest rooms will be just fine, but thanks anyway," You said. 

“Are you sure?” The dark-haired boy leaned forward. His hair must have been so soft but why were you thinking about that? “At the very least, I can promise to keep you warm, darling."

The way that pet name rolled so easily off his tongue prompted a rush of color to your cheeks. He made it sound endearing but you couldn't determine if he meant it or not. That was the problem with this flirtatious guide of his - somehow it was both sweet and menacing. Should you be afraid or should you go along?

Rebekah’s laughter ceased and a frigid tension began to build in the atmosphere between the siblings.

“Nah,” You waved a hand, shifting nervously as your cheeks reddened and your bones shuddered. What were you supposed to do with this? “I-I have, uh, restless leg syndrome. I’d kick you.”

That smile that split his lips next was a sharp, ravenous thing. Kol licked his lips. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind a few bruises, sweet thing.”

You swallowed thickly, crushing your folded arms against your stomach as if you might squash the butterflies if you pressed hard enough. Everything - your whole body - felt cold and hot and itchy. You felt the urge to squirm but you didn’t feel a need to leave. You didn’t know what this was. You couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do! 

Thankfully, Bekah was there to save the day. Your friend stood off the floor and pulled you up by the arm. "Alright, that's enough socializing for tonight, I think."

"Aww, sister," Kol pouted. "Taking her away from me so soon? We've barely gotten acquainted."

"Then I stand corrected," The girl sniped. "That's more than enough socializing." She turned on her heel and walked quickly towards the door, tugging you along. Were you grateful or reluctant?  

For whatever reason, most likely one you couldn't explain, you glanced back as you followed her, meeting Kol's eyes for a moment. He smiled for you. "Goodnight, Angel." He signed. Those movements seemed soft - the words, sweet to your eyes. The boy waved and you turned away as quickly as you felt yourself blushing.

This was not a wise inclination on your part. 

When you arrived at the door of one of the guest rooms, the one closest to Rebekah’s, you stopped and turned to your friend, twisting a nervous hand around and around your wrist. She regarded you questioningly, raising a brow. The last thing you wanted to do was offend her, but… you had to make sure. You were just housekeeping - that was it. You were just some dirt-poor kid from the warehouse district, dreaming of the day you’d have enough money to go to college. You didn’t matter. No one would care if you were simply gone tomorrow. Perhaps Rebekah would - perhaps your friend would shed a tear or two - but she’d get over it.

She took your hands, stilling their frantic rubbing, and looked you in the eyes. Rebekah may not always be the most considerate person in the world but she cared so, so deeply. You could read that in her soft blue eyes. 

“What is it, Y/N?” She asked quietly.

“Bex…y-your brother,” You started carefully, pausing to gauge her reaction. She didn’t draw back or glare. No, she just held your eyes. You took a deep breath. “He's not gonna… do anything… right?”

The blonde girl smiled softly and shook her head. You were actually taller than her by a solid two or three inches so she had to reach up a bit to hug you, but it was actually more comforting that way because you could just throw your weight on her shoulders, knowing she’d hold you up like the tempest battered rock she was. “He wouldn’t dare,” She promised, whispering in your ear. “Despite his reputation, there are lines Kol will not cross. My brother may be a blunt, impulsive ass, but - underneath that flirtatious mask - there’s an entirely different blunt impulsive ass who happens to be something of a gentleman.” You snickered and pulled away, smiling gratefully. 

“Thanks, blondie. I-I guess I just-”

“You don’t have to explain, dear. I get it.” Rebekah let her arms fall and took hold of your hand again, squeezing. “You’re safe here. I promise.” Then she let go.

“That's good to know,” You said, reaching for the door handle.

“Besides,” Your friend added, her tone significantly cheekier. “If Kol so much as laid a finger on my best friend, I’d string him up by his-”

“OKAY, Bex. I got the picture!” You exclaimed, holding your hands out to cut her off. She just grinned and flounced down the hall to her room because the bedrooms in that place were big enough to be hotel suits. “Say hi to Marcel for me when he inevitably drops by.” (Though you would never admit it, you thought those two were cute together. They were so in love it almost made you sick.)

The blonde rolled her eyes, blushing just a tad. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Y/N.” She moved to escape your teasing but you stopped her again. 

“Wait, actually, don’t. Do not, under any circumstances mention my name while you two are… studying anatomy.”

Your friend blushed fiercely. “Goodnight!” She squeaked forcefully, before rushing into her room and closing the door behind her. You snorted, pleased with yourself, and entered your own room, quickly readying for bed. You drifted off sometime later, thinking about black holes and the relativity of time. 

Around three A.M, you woke again. See, you had this habit of doing that. You often found yourself lost in thought while you worked and ended up skipping meals during the day. Thus, after dark - specifically around three in the morning - you would get so hungry that your body woke itself up. Midnight snacks were technically awful for you, but you figured you could worry about that when you were forty or something.

So you got up, dawned just one of your hearing aids because you were lazy and tired, you and slipped on one of Rebekah’s bathrobes, though you didn’t bother tying it, you were too groggy for that. It wasn’t like you slept naked or anything - this was the middle of January; therefore you wore a t-shirt and sleep shorts because this was also Louisiana. Slipping out of your room, you made your way through the maze of halls and servant’s passages that wound through the compound like a human’s circulatory system, determined to make it to the kitchen. It wasn’t as though you could get lost. No, you knew that house like the back of your hand - probably better.

You padded down a staircase barefoot, and though it was unlikely any of the tenets were up, you tried your best to remain as silent as possible. Such a tactic turned out to be mostly useless as, in passing by Klaus’ studio where he was still painting, he noticed you and waved. Did that man even have a sleep schedule? You stilled, wondering whether you should wave back. Knowing him, the hybrid would probably demand to know why it was that you were up and about so late.

He called out to you, just barely loud enough for you to hear but not quite loud enough for you to understand. 

“What was that?” You asked in a whisper as you appeared in the doorway. 

“Are you sleep walking again, love?” Klaus signed, smirking amusedly. You blushed fiercely - yeah, that had happened once or twice at your frequent sleepovers. 

“Nope,” You whispered back. “Just… prematurely ruining my metabolism.” 

He huffed a small laugh. “In that case, carry on.” His movements were dramatic and the teasing only made you blush all the more.

“Yep. Thanks.” You rushed away before he could say anything else. 

When you arrived at your destination, the room was shrouded in darkness though you didn’t bother flipping on the light. The light from the fridge would suffice. Opening it, you inspected your options. The Mikaelson’s kitchen was kept stock more as a convenience to them rather than out of any real need and Rebekah had firmly insisted that you help yourself to whatever you felt like, whenever you felt like it. Now, you’d never been one to turn down free food, so you readily took advantage of the offer. Their family had too much money anyway.

You decided that anything you couldn’t read the label of was Elijah’s, and you’d been told by the blonde herself that Rebekah writes her name on anything she intends to eat. Klaus, you were pretty sure, just lived entirely on pretzels, chicken tenders, hot sauce, and alcohol - which was mildly disturbing more than anything - and once again, you had no inkling as to Kol’s preferences. Thus, inspecting the contents of the fridge, you found an unmarked box of cheese quesadillas and figured they’d be safe to eat. You  pulled them out, humming to yourself.

"Well, this is awkward."

You nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping the box of quesadillas. The words were soft, barely registering in your hearing aid and you had no idea where it had come from. So startled were you by the voice from the darkness that the scream in your chest became lodged in your throat. You stood there frozen, searching frantically through the black veil of the night for the all too lovely boy whose clever tongue commanded that sweet melody. You couldn’t see him. Fear - wild and sharp - rose within your chest, crawling into your heart, and diffusing in your blood as your pulse thrummed faster. You tried to remember what Rebekah had said about you being safe, except you didn’t because your thoughts were entirely paralyzed. In the darkness and the cold, slightly drafty kitchen of that house, you thought you could feel the horrifying sensation of a vampire breathing down your neck. With a burst of movement you hadn’t even thought about, you raced to flip on the lights.

You blinked, shaking with fright as you scanned the room. Confused, you glanced all around, even behind you. Yet, Kol was nowhere to be found. 

Were you going mad?

Then you gasped as, seemingly by its own volition, the refrigerator door swung shut. There, atop the counter previously hidden by it, sat Kol. The two of you stared at each other for a moment and you were surprised to realize that there wasn’t an inkling of malicious intent visible in his expression. If anything he just looked amused and a little… embarrassed?

You quickly noticed why.

The had in his lap a tub of ice cream and a carton of Oreos. But he wasn’t eating them separately. Judging off of the indents in the ice cream and the cookie in his hand which had a glob of the desert slathered over it and dripping between his fingers, you figured he must have been using the Oreos to like a spoon with which to eat the ice cream. It was ingenious if not oddly horrifying.

You opened your mouth to demand answers but you weren’t sure what you would ask. A jumble of nonsensical syllables escaped your mouth instead. "Wha- How are you- I mean that’s just… WHAT???"

Kol glanced down at the deserts in his lap and then back up at you. 

"I have a problem,” He said flatly.

You blinked and nodded. "A few, yeah."

Another few seconds passed between you, spent with mutual wide eyed stares. Your brain was still fogged with sleep and running far too slowly to comprehend everything you were feeling at the moment. As for Kol, he just shoved the cookie in his mouth and downed it as fast as he could before you got too judgy. 

“I am so confused,” You muttered, watching him lick ice cream from his fingers. He looked you dead in the eye the whole time. You swallowed thickly. Why did that make you blush?

“Understandable.” The boy put the lid back on the ice cream container. "How about you and I just… forget you ever saw this?" He suggested.

"I wish I could."

He frowned, lifting an eyebrow. “You’re not entirely innocent here either, darling.”

“What?”

He gestured to the box quesadillas at his feet. You glanced down.

“There’s an explanation for that,” You claimed. The desire to curl  up in a hole to hide was strong, but you resisted. Kol gestured for you to continue. "Well, you see I'm a terrible human being and I've resigned to that fact."

The boy’s defensive expression broke into a grin and he laughed, a sweet melody on your ears. “You don’t seem so bad to me,” He said. 

“No offense or anything, but I don’t think you’re an accurate judge of personal morality or ethics.” You yawned, rubbing some of the sleep from your eyes. 

“You have a point there.” Kol smirked and hopped off the counter, taking a small step closer. His eyes flicked over your figure. “Oh, now you’re just showing off.”

“Excuse me?”

That amused smirk morphed into a cheeky grin and he shrugged, dragging a hand through his hair. “Well, you can’t just walk around with a figure as tempting as yours and expect me not to notice,” Kol mused.

Glancing down, you realized that your pajama shorts didn’t exactly cover as much as you would have liked. Their minimal length gave the dark-haired boy an unobstructed view of your legs and left rather little to the imagination. He may have been a vampire, but he was still a boy. Your cheeks grew hot and you knew he’d be able to see under the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. Although, oddly enough, you found that you weren’t exactly mad at him for noticing… or for looking at you that way at all. Did you want him to? Did you like having his attention?

“Oh, um…” You didn’t know what to say to that. “Thank you, I guess?”

“Thank you for being so beautiful.”

You frowned, forcing a laugh. “I’m like… the definition of average, but okay.”

“What makes you say that?” He wondered. Those eyes - amber now, not obsidian or chocolate, but amber and warm - narrowed with something that looked like concern. The boy drew two steps closer. Should you stay or run? “You’re gorgeous, darling. Don’t tell yourself otherwise.” 

The way he said it was different this time. His words didn’t have the same razor sharp edge to them and his eyes held none of that darkness and hunger that had been there before. Now the words just seemed honest. It was almost as if he were someone else - he was still Kol just… softer now that no one else was around. He seemed warm and you felt a sudden urge to curl up against him and go back to sleep.

Blushing, you shook your head and looked at the ground. It wasn’t that you thought he was lying, you just didn’t believe him.

He moved closer to you again, slowly. Almost as if he were testing how close you would allow him. The boy was only half an arm's length away now, close enough to touch. Close enough to taste you if he wanted, but would he?

Kol reached out and rested a hand on your shoulder with a feather touch. You stiffened but you didn’t tell him no. You didn’t run away. 

“You know, I was actually hoping I’d have the fortune of finding myself a moment alone with you,” He quietly admitted. His hand slid down your arm, smoothing over your skin.

Your eyes snapped up, widening. You shouldn’t trust this boy. You should run. 

“Why?” Your voice shook but at least it was there. You could tell him no if you needed to and Rebekah had said - she had promised that Kol would respect you.

A flash of realization flickered over his expression and he drew his hand back. “I’m sorry, darling. That was inconsiderate, wasn’t it? Sometimes with the way you act its…” He smiled but it wasn’t cheeky or sarcastic. It was a little sad. “Its just hard to remember that you’re terrified.”

“I-I’m not scared of you…” The words were lies and there was no way he wouldn’t see it. Kol raised a brow and took another step closer. You instinctively countered the movement to put some space between you, contradicting yourself instantly. That sad smile made another appearance. You cursed yourself for being so inherently cowardly. You’d worked for these people for eight months and not one of them had made so much as a motion to harm you. They fed off of the other housekeepers, but they’d never touched you. For Klaus or Elijah it probably had something to do with their fear of Rebekah’s wrath but…

With the way Kol was looking at you, maybe he had a different reason. 

“It’s okay that you’re scared,” The boy said, shrugging a little. “That’s only natural. Fear is wisdom in the face of danger, so really it just means that you’re smart.” Had he said that a little differently, it would have sounded like a threat but the timbre was that of a compliment.

“Not smart enough, apparently,” You breathed.  

Kol tilted his head, frowning. "Not smart enough for what?"

"Well I just can't seem to figure out what you really want from me." You crossed your arms and pressed them tightly against your body. Perhaps you were trying to hold yourself together. Kol's mere presence had you torn between emotions.

He seemed surprised by your answer as though he'd expected you to skirt around such a direct confrontation. He blinked and you thought you imagined just the slightest twinge of pink in his cheeks as rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip, mulling over his response. 

"I want to know you," He decided. "I want to learn all that you are and I want you to know me. I want to rid you of this fear - purge it from you slowly, pluck it from your bones piece by piece until the day comes when you'll let me hold you." 

"You…" Your voice trailed off as you struggled to grip such a concept. "You don't want my blood?" 

The boy smiled thinly but you watched a tragic bitterness flicker over her face. "I wish I could lie and say I didn't, but truthfully it was the first thing that drew me to you. " He shook his head, ashamed. Then those amber eyes flicked upward, meeting yours meaningfully. “But I’ve decided not to take it.” 

And that wording was important, you knew, because it went against his his usual pattern. Kol was impulsive, he let the moment guide his actions. It was rare for that boy to make an active decision in advance. The statement was a silent request for trust. 

“Why?” You asked, brows pulling together. Kol just didn’t seem like the selfless type to you. 

He shrugged. “Well, I don’t much like people. Never have - ignorance annoys me - but you’re different. You, my darling, are a puzzle.” The boy grinned. You’d never taken him for a scholar, but there was something excited about that expression - the glimmer in his eyes, perhaps - they displayed a passion for discovery, a craving for knowledge. He leaned closer almost conspiratorially. “I like puzzles. Especially the pretty ones.”

So he really did want to know you. Well, you weren’t ready for that.

“Kol, thank you for the complement, I really appreciate it but I have a feeling I know where this is going and I think I should stop you here.” You sighed and paused for a moment, carefully formulating the proper words to reflect your feelings. The whole while, his eyes remained on your face so you kept your own on the floor and tugged at the hem of your shirt distractedly.  “I’m not… good at relationships. You said you don’t like people, and well neither do I. I don’t like them, I don’t like their expectations, their judgments, their hidden agendas - I don’t like any of it. I don’t understand any of it and I don’t have the patience to figure it out. I just… how do I say this?”

“You see too much,” Kol interrupted. You snapped your head up, regarding him questioningly. He continued. “You see everything around you so much differently than others. You see into things - you study them and you understand where others don’t and that bothers you. It annoys you, because why can’t they just look? Why can’t everyone just think?”

That was it. He’d said it. He’d said exactly what you were feeling - what you had always felt - and he said it with honest eyes and just a taste of that constant frustration you’d become so used to.

“They don’t think,” You muttered bitterly. He nodded.

“So, I’m right then?” He said quietly. “It’s not that you don’t understand people - no, it’s quite the opposite, isn’t it? You understand them perfectly - too perfectly. You see through lies and false hoods as though they were merely glass, thus you can’t comprehend why anyone would bother with them. You’re honest and you desperately wish everyone else would be as well, because where is the point in lying? The liars and the cheaters and the unfairness of this world frustrate you, because you were born in the dust and you would steal their thrones in the blink of an eye if only you were provided the opportunity.”

That. That was too close. He shouldn’t know that. No one knew those things about you. His words were far too similar to your own thoughts - the ones you kept to yourself, buried under that customer-service smile you’d learned so early in your youth. Those thoughts weren’t something you shared. Period. With anyone. You were just a housekeeper, a personal maid and that was all any person would ever get to see of you. No one was supposed to see that you had been thinking about astrophysics since you were in the fourth grade or that you had aced every math test you had ever taken. 

Because if the world saw that then it would try so much harder to push you down. You had been born in the dust, just as Kol had said, and no one wants to see the gutter reach for the stars. You were the sort of person who could change the world, but those in power didn’t want to see the world change.

“How do you know any of that?” You demanded, eyes narrowing as your tone changed from a snowfall to steel.

“Because I’ve felt it all my life,” The boy replied. “It’s the prodigy mentality, I’m afraid.”

You tilted your head to the side, considering him. “I thought you said you didn’t understand me.”

Kol smirked. “Oh no, that’s the part of you I picked up on immediately. You and I are a lot alike. It’s why you’re so close with Bekah. She’s everything you wish you had without any of the things you hate. She’s my favorite too.”

“Seems like you’ve got everything figured out, then,” You said. Something in you was disappointed though you weren’t sure why.

“Not everything.” His eyes sparkled with bemusement. He loved this. “I’m still trying to figure out how it is that you’re not bitter. You’re awfully cheerful for one so full of resentment.”

Smiling faintly, you cast your gaze down to your feet. “People aren’t very kind… I like to go against the grain.”

Kol leaned back on his heels and nodded. “Genuine kindness derived from spite,” He mused, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard that one before.” The boy chuckled and his eyes flicked over you again, reassessing. “I like it.”

He was like you. Both similar and opposite, the two of you were contrasting sides of the same coin - a mirror of one another. Kol Mikaelson thought you were special.

Your cheeks burned under his attention.

“Uncle Kol?” A voice from the kitchen doorway asked. Both you and Kol turned toward the sound. The adorable red-haired girl standing before you was Klaus’ daughter, Hope. She was eight years old and probably the sweetest soul you’d ever met - which was baffling considering who her father was. The girl glanced between the two of you, rubbing at bleary eyes. “Hi, Miss. Y/N/N.”

“Hey there, strawberry shortcake.” You offered her a smile and a wave which she returned. Kol crossed his arms.

“What are you doing up, little witch?” He prompted in what was probably his best responsible-adult voice, though it wasn’t very convincing. She padded over to him and held out her arms for him to pick her up. Kol obliged, pitching Hope on his hip. 

“I was thirsty,” She replied, resting her head on his shoulder. She was clearly still mostly out of it. 

Her uncle chuckled softly and kissed her hair. “Do you want some water?” Hope hummed and nodded. “What do you say?”

“Please?” She mumbled. 

“Excellent.” He carried her over to the cabinet for a cup. “You know, one of the most powerful spells you’ll ever learn is the magic word, love.”

“He’s right, you know,” You agreed. It’s never a bad thing to support good parenting.

“Mmm… Freya says the most powerful magic is-is, uh… neco-pantsy,” Hope argued, struggling to pronounce the word. 

Kol frowned. “Necromancy?”

“Uh, huh.”

He tossed you an alarmed glance and you just shrugged. 

“Well I’m going to have to talk to Aunt Freya about what she’s teaching you.”

“Why?” The little girl asked. 

“Because you, my sweet, are just a little too young to be talking about black magic.” He tapped her nose, causing her to giggle. “Besides, Necromancy can usually only help you recover something you already had. Now, the magic word, if used appropriately, can get you almost anything you want.” Kol filled the glass of water in the sink and passed it to Hope.

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. For example-” He turned to you and grinned. “-Y/N, I find you captivating above all other women I’ve met in my long, long life. Your intelligence is as impressive as your beauty and l would be ever so grateful to bask in your presence for an evening. Would you please allow me to take you to dinner sometime?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

He shot you a wink and turned back to Hope. “See?”

Hope, however, was one smart little cookie. Her eyes flicked between the two of you and her eyebrows drew together. You could practically see the lightbulb blink on above her head and the change of her expression looked suspiciously like an oven going ding! 

“Are you in love with Miss Y/N?” She demanded. Kol blinked and glanced toward you. Your face flushed. 

“Well, I don’t know about that quite yet,” He laughed. “Though, I must say I’m not opposed to the idea.”

Hope grinned. “You love her! You love her! You really, really love her!” She sang, giggling. Though your cheeks were surely redder than tomatoes, you couldn’t contain your own laughter.

“Alright, I think that’s quite enough out of you, little witch,” Kol said, feigning annoyance, though he too was smiling. He put the girl down and took her now empty glass from her little hands. “Off to bed now.”

The little red-head smiled mischievously, rocking back and forth on her heels. “I wonder what Auntie Bex is going to say about you having a crush on her best friend?” She mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. This girl was good. Eight years old and already mastering the intricate art of blackmail. 

Kol’s brows shot up and he huffed. His eyes flicked to you. “Did you hear that?” 

“Oh, yeah.” You smirked. “Kid’s got you cornered.”

“I’m not sure if I’m proud or terrified,” The boy muttered. He braced his arms on his knees and leaned down to her height. “Let’s just you and I be clear, little witch. Your Auntie Bex isn’t going to find out what you just witnessed, because you aren’t going to tell her anything. Savvy?”

Hope met his eyes and smirked. “Hmmmm…” Then she glanced down to inspect her fingernails. You wondered where she’d learned that from. “I think you’re going to have to convince me,” She said. 

Kol straightened, taken aback by the absolute power move coming from an eight-year-old. “You’re a little weasel, you know that?” 

“I know!” She chirped.

He bit his lip. “What do you want?” 

“Whaddya got?”

He scratched the back of his head as if debating which would be worse, the wrath of his sister or the wrath of Hope’s parents. Actually, the more you thought about it, the more you thought Klaus would probably just encourage this sort of behavior. Kol shook a finger at his niece but moved over to where he’d left his half eaten carton of ice-cream. 

“You keep your cute little mouth shut and this is yours,” He said. Hope tried to quirk an eyebrow but failed, bursting into giggles when Kol did it successfully. 

“Okay!” She cheered. The girl raised her arms again and he lifted her onto the counter. 

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite niece,” He grumbled. Grabbing the container of ice cream, he popped it open and removed a proper spoon from the drawer before passing both items to her. 

Hope rolled her eyes. “Uncle Kol! I’m your only niece!”

Kol winked and bopped her nose again. “Precisely.” Then he rounded on you, amber eyes sparkling and sweet. “So, what do you say, darling? How does tomorrow night sound?”

You just smiled. Maybe this boy wasn’t so bad. “That sounds great.”

"It's a date." The genuine delight on his face made you blush. He turned back to Hope. “And you’re not invited, you naughty, naughty girl.”

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[faccal]

Ooo yeah, ask game time! >:)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💖 What made you start writing?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Perhaps I'll send more later....

👀👀👀 oh no

I fricken knew this would happen but I was like "nahhh, he wouldn't do that." Yes, yes you would. 😂 Thank you so much for these asks, I'm excited to answer them!

These are all from this list.

🥺 It took me a while to really think this through because I'm a pro at overthinking and also, I wasn't sure if my thoughts were the right answer. So, I'd say that a common interaction that always gets me in the feels (Happy/fluffy) is when I have characters touch foreheads or tenderly caress a thumb against a cheek.

A more angsty interaction that would get me in the feels would be character A holding character B, whether they be partners or family/friends, as character B dies in their arms. Super feely!

✨ (You did this on purpose, you who often hear me insult and complain about my writing. Fiend. If I must, I shall.) I am incredibly creative when it comes to my worlds. As for my writing, I really like how far I've come and how much my writing has improved.

💖 My fifth grade teacher, who loved giving us prompts either from a published book full of art prompts, or prompts he wrote for us. He helped me find my love for writing, and fifth grade was when I wrote my first ever fanfiction which was a Percy Jackson fanfic with a self-insert oc who was helping him and the gang fight monsters. Didn't know it was fanfiction at the time. I also dabbled in my own stories, and as a child who had only ever used toys to create worlds, to sit there and see worlds in my head while putting them on paper was an awesome experience and it's stuck with me since. I've continually improved my style, and I am forever grateful to Mr. Jackins for giving me my love for writing. You have no idea the monster you created XD

🤲 A snippet? Goodness, that's too much man! You're asking too-

"You're allowed to have friends outside of the task force, Hesh. Soap seems like a nice guy." Keegan sips his coffee; coffee Soap had brought him because Keegan wouldn't stop bitching at the weak shit in the lounge area.

"Merrick makes me feel like I can't." He says, leaning against the wall opposite Keegan.

"He's a mother hen, he worries." Keegan defends, eyes full of a teasing light.

"Ha, I don't know how I feel-" His words catch in his throat, a voice from a room down the hall echoing against the walls. He knows this voice. He turns, ignoring Keegan's confusion to march down the hall and barge into the room.

"You have something that belongs to me, Captain." That devilish voice, full of hatred and conniving rattles Hesh's skull and has him falling back against the door before his eyes settle on the face before him.

Captain Price stands just ahead, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the man before him.

"Rorke!" Hesh snarls, launching forward only to be held back.

"Hey there junior!" Rorke calls, cackling like the piece of shit he is.

Hesh snarls, his teeth bared like a wild animal desperate for a kill.

"You look good, it's been a while." His eyes flick to whoever is holding him. "Still can't keep your pups in line Merrick? Damn shame." He leans back, standing to his full height on the screen. "I'll be in touch Price, I don't let shit go easily." The screen goes black, and the hard eyes of Captain Price fall on Hesh.

"We need to talk." He says, and while he holds no anger in his voice, his eyes share how displeased he is.

Thank you so much for these asks!!!! I appreciate it so much, and I'm sorry it's a bit late. I did have fun answering them, and specifically sharing some of the writing!

#i got asks!!! #tokillamockingbird

[dappersautismcreature]

hey sorry this is super outta nowhere but i was scrolling thru the mcytconfessions blog n saw you saying youre a wilbur hater and im genuinely curious as to why?

this isnt me waiting to like. white knight him and bite your face off btw. i like wilbur but this *is* genuine curiosity pls dont be afraid lmfaoksdsdfkhf

ah yeah, sorry nonnie, and no worries. sorry for the rant ahead i just wanna lay it all out.

listen, its pure vibes, i dont really have an explanation for it. i liked him just generally for a while, but i watched a video where he talked about american gun control and it just came off super uck to me. like, a lot of british lefties have this weird thing where they will assume americans are all stupid just for kicks when we've actually been indoctrinated to think the way we do. i guess i just dont like seeing brits have political takes that are just pure "america needs to get its shit together" cause yeah bro we know, focus on whatever the fuck is up with ur government please. I feel like if i talked politics with wilbur soot he would be condescending as shit and basically explain to me what socialism is or whatever when its like, dude,, please. british lefties think they know more than the average young american, which is most of the time not true, or not something to insult someone over. (this is also because he reminds me of a shitty ex friend who was in the states for AMERICAN STUDIES but would just talk on and on and on about how dumb americans were -___-)

and its more than that, i never get idolization of people, like, online people. the closest ive come to it was technoblade maybe? gtws is pretty awesome too, bbh is low level idolization maybe. so it weirds me out when people are just in awe over him, makes my instincts go wild. im really not accusing him of anything, i know this is just the silly brain reacting silly. it just weirds me out. his fans do not know him, nobody's fans know the person, and yet they act like they do, and like he's gods gift to leftism and queerness when he is,, a cishet maybe-aro upperclass man from britain. nothing against him really.

oh, and his fans tick me off because theyre ALWAYS inserting him into things and just. listen, i dont like having to scroll through tons of wilbur fics in the qsmp tag when im just trying to get to some badboyhalo or etoiles centric fics. the man has been on the qsmp for like less than a week of playtime and he's the fourth most tagged character on the qsmp ao3 tag.

not to mention he gets dragged into other plots like "what if this actually happened to wilbur!" or "yeah but what if wilbur was there!" or my most hated "cant wait till this character meets wilbur because i cannot enjoy this media (which is about finding and enjoying a bunch of ccs) if it doesnt have my guy in it!" like i get it, you have a hyperfix or a special interest, ive been there, but maybe then go watch stuff he's actually in, instead of forcing him into a plot he really isnt that big a part of anymore.

people also praised his dsmp writing when it was,, average at best. honestly i think bbh's and the eggpire's writing did way more for the dsmp because they actually tried to include other people in the plot as much as possible, instead of just writing for you and a few of your friends. imo, c!wilbur was an ok character, like, nothing bad, but nothing extraordinary for me. utah is death, ok buddy got it, wow, insane. yeah yeah we've all been to the soul sucking pit of utah, haha i get it. << this is just pure salt ignore that lmao

oh and lovejoy didnt fuckin invent political indie rock, people need to get over themselves on that one.

so yeah, its just a thing of, i cant really bring myself to like him. the brain goes wonky when he's around. kinda wish i didnt like, get angry when he's on screen but idk i cant really stop myself. nothing againstt you if you like him, ill usually tag anyy wilbur neg with #wilbur crit so if you wanna mute that tag. i dont post it too often tho.

#asks #wilbur crit

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 17: Can you Teach Me?

“Jedi!  Whoa.  Ok, like real Jedi?  That have powers to do whatever they want?”  I felt so giddy.  This was awesome!  So, that’s what the little dude is!  A freaking Jedi!

Luke stood there smiling at me.  “To an extent, but Jedis are masters of controlling their powers and using the force around them.  It takes years of practice.  Little one here started out as a youngling when everything was destroyed.  He barely escaped.  I eventually found him and the Mandalorian here allowed me to take him, and I trained him for almost two years.”  I had my mouth open while I was listening.

“Well, that explains all the cool things he can do!”

“What, cool things?”  Din asked.

“Uh, like making this float.  He even picked me up!  He’s like a telepath too.  I can totally read his thoughts!!!  But not clearly all the time.”

“Oh, that’s not him that’s letting you read his thoughts.  That’s you and your abilities.”  Luke stated.

“Wait, what?  I have powers?  I can do what he does?”  I started almost dancing.  “Oh my gosh, Din!  Do you know what that means?”  I almost jumped into his arms but held back and punched him softly in the shoulder.  “I’m going to be awesome!  Wait til mom hears this!”  A huge smile that was on my face, immediately went away when I saw Luke staring back at me more serious than I’ve seen him before.

“We have a lot to talk about, young one.”  Young one?  I’m sure I’m older than he is!  “I didn’t mean young as in age, just maturity.”  He said walking away with Grogu.

“Uh, I didn’t say…..”

“You didn’t need to.  Come.  Let us go discuss what the next steps are for our friends here, Din.”  He stopped in his tracks immediately, turned back to Din.  “Oh, and congratulations on your adoption.  Grogu here told me it was the happiest day of his life.  You two will make a great family!”

“Thank you.  It was one of the greatest moments of my life too.”  We continued to walk into a round hut made of white stone.  Inside was a bunch of benches and a desk up front.  That was about it.

“Grogu has told me a lot about you Suri.”

“Uh, we just got here.  What’s a lot?”

“You’d be surprised at how fast you can communicate information when you are patient enough to just listen.”  Wait, was that an insult?  I couldn’t tell.  I gave him a look and sat on one of the small tabletops, like Luke was doing now.  Grogu was on the floor walking around and Din leaned against the doorframe.  I continued to look at him.  “For example,” he stood back up and started pacing.  “What am I thinking right now?”

Sweet, put me on the spot.  He was looking straight ahead as he walked, and I was looking in his brain or trying to.  “Uh, how?  We only just met!” I teasingly said.  He stopped, looked right back at me, and shook his head.  “Ok, ok.  Hold on.”  I tried to focus, and it was blank.  “Ugh, I don’t see anything.  Wait, are you thinking about nothing?  Is this a trick?”

Luke chuckled at my stupidity.  “No, this is not a trick.”  He calmly replied.  “Have you been able to read anyone’s mind besides Grogu?”

“Well, yeah.  But it’s not like reading a mind like a book.  It’s like, I feel their thoughts, or I can predict what they will say or do.  Sometimes there’s even flashes like I’m daydreaming.”

“Interesting.”  There was a pause.  “Have you been able to read Din’s thoughts?”  he asked, turning to Mando, who now stopped leaning against the door and looked at me.

“Um, I, uh, maybe, but again, it’s not like thoughts, it’s more like emotions.  Like right now, he’s super bored, and hungry.”  Luke turned to Din.

“Well, is she correct?”

“Yes, I am bored, and I am hungry.”

“So is Grogu, but he’s always hungry!”  I chuckled. 

“Ok,” Luke said walking to the door.  Let’s take a break and eat some food.  We followed him out over to a clearing next to a small pond.  He had a bag sitting on a rock, which he sat next to.  Taking items out, Din and I sat next to each other near him, and the kid went jumping onto a rock in the pond looking for frogs.  Luke handed a piece of bread and fruit to Mando and I.  I realized he wasn’t going to eat, so I stood up and started to walk away.  Luke quickly followed behind me. 

“Take your time eating.”  I called back.  We walked into the woods.

“That was very thoughtful of you.”  Luke said quietly to me.

“Yeah, I guess I’m used to reading his body language and I want him to spend as much time with his son as he can.  It helps when he doesn’t have his helmet on.  Grogu likes those times and since I’ve been around, it’s not as often.”

We walked in silence for a few moments.  “Din really does like having you around, and Grogu loves you being here.”  He smiled and looked at me.

“I feel comfortable with them.”

“How long have you known them; may I ask?”

“Um, about 5 weeks I think.”  Luke stopped and sat on a mossy log.  I followed suit.  He gave me some bread and fruit.  We ate in silence.

“You picked up on them quickly.  It usually takes a year for someone untrained to build that sort of relationship.”

“Well, he’s known my mom for a few years now I think, so we had that connection.”

“That’s not what I was talking about.  Your relationship grows within, through the force.  When you said you had quick reflexes and could predict others’ movements, that’s what made you a good fighter.”

“Wait, how did you know I was a fighter?”  He looked right at me, like, really.  Of course, he knew.  “Oh, cuz you can read my thoughts.”

“It’s not about mind reading.  It really is about using your abilities and combining them with discipline and knowing how to use the force around you.  Again, this takes a long time to master.”

“Oh, ok.  Can you teach me?”

“No.”

#grogu #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #mandalorian and grogu #star wars #grogu djarin #mando #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #luke skywalker

[evansbby]

Girl I was literally one of your first likes but I couldn't respond right after I read it because I was running late for my lecture. But this is what I think of the latest POYT chapter

IT WAS AWESOME : 11/10

1) For the first time I did not hate Steve and was actually hurt when he hurt in the very end. It was as if I had the mark and I could literally visualize him being hurt seeing Omega being taken away just after she's aid yes to marrying him, after he told her he loved her and after she told him she was pregnant. That's absolutely devastating.

2) I STAN OMEGA. The way the girl finally let her real emotions out this time. For once her inner Omega was stiffened by her other feelings. Each time she hit him for each of his bs was so so so stress busting. Fr she was under so much pressure. I am so happy she finally put herself first and stood up for herself. The way Steve treated her was absolutely unacceptable.

3) FUCK OFF BUCKY. Tf is wrong with you?! What kind of sick person leaves a girl out in pouring rain and laughs? The audacity he had to think Omega would cheat. It doesn't only show how bad of a friend he is but also how low he thinks of Omega. You really think she would be unfaithful to Steve because he did that to her? And even if she was - trust me lad - not happening with you out of all the people. Fucking knob. I wish Steve threw him out of the house.

4) Even tho Sam was shitty throughout the series seeing him sincerely apologize was kinda nice and sweet. Made me break into a little smile between all the angst.

5) Peter, baby ik you're heart's in the right place, but respectfully ...... piss off. Not happening. Also hilarious that he's the one GRIPPING Omega and dragging her away. WHY CANT THESE BOYS LEARN A BIT ABOUT ✨️CONSENT✨️

6) Jensen getting to play was so sweet, now all he needs is some nice company who actually treats him well.

7) As a reader I want to feel like a part of the story, I DID. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. I felt as if I, myself was in that poytverse. I saw Omega cry and imagined Steve sketching her at night in the dim moonlight when her skin glows and she's so peaceful and finally looks like an angel cause she is one. I felt the love, I felt the rage and I felt the hurt. There was so much that I can't even begin to comment on everything. I bet I missed out a lot but I really wish I got to comment on each and every line.

It was everything I imagined and more. It was so well written, love. Honestly, it probably made my entire week and will get me through my hectic schedule. I also recommended it to my best friend and I Def think she'll love this too.

Btw, the I love you and I am pregnant at the football game after they won the game - straight out of a fairytale. It think Steve might truly deserve Omega now. And the one where he exposed his neck for her to mark - MADE ME SO WEAK.

Ok I should stop now or else I'll get carried on-

~A <3

ooof bestie so many opinions!!! firstly thank you so much for reading, ily😩💕 lemme answer them in order!

1. Poor Stevie😩 finally poured his heart out (as much as someone as heartless as him can) and it was all thrown back in his face when his omega left him. His perfect life — future wife, baby, everything — was ripped away from him and I wonder how sadistically he will react to that🤔

2. Yassss omega finally let Steve have it! I wanted to write this for all of us, bc all my readers have hated how she was treated — so i was hoping it would be super satisfying to see her voicing her frustrations!

3. Bucky is kind of delusional… I guess he just can’t seem to grasp that Steve got to omega first. He’s insulted that she’s not interested in him — bc he’s slowly becoming obsessed with her😮‍💨 her rejection insulted him so much that he not only locked her out in the rain, but he also twisted her arm painfully😭😭 the villain of poyt, and we haven’t seen the last of him!

4. Sam showing signs of maturity! But also… omega didn’t forgive him and she doesn’t have to hehe.

5. Unfff exactly!! All these boys need to chill and give omega some space to figure things out for herself!! 😤😤😤

6. Jensen played well!! I didn’t write it in the chapter, but he played well and even Steve was begrudgingly impressed. Not nearly as good as Bucky would’ve been tho.

7. Oh bestie, as a writer this is so lovely to hear!! All I wanna do is make sure my writing invokes some kind of emotion within the reader, so I’m so so so happy that you felt that when reading!! Thank you so much!💕💕😌

#a<3 anon #anon #poyt ask #poyt 4 ask

[onelastfic]

Been reading your Raza x Nenet. Are there any Lars x Nenet interactions?

Here’s some early ones I did

Though I just want to say this now that Lars x Nenet is basically finished. It isn’t very healthy and wouldn’t last in the long scheme of things. Other than nsfw (and that’s more a hate s3x dynamic), I ain’t really feeling the ship anymore and I guess that shows in the interactions. Cynical af.

—————

“Wow, kitten, you want to hold my hand? How awfully lewd of you.” Lars chided, teasing smirk on his face.

“We literally slept together yesterday.” Nenet blushed, already regretting asking him to do it.

“That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.”

“You are such a fucking asshole…”

——

“Look, last night was a mistake.” Nenet sighed, searching for her clothes.

“A sexy mistake.” Lars commented, not even to hide his nakedness as he cockily laid on the bed.

“No, just a regular mistake.” Nenet corrected. Looks like Cindy was right about her having impulse control issues.

——

After a night of crying and self-pity, Nenet woke up the next morning, her eyes red and puffy. She stumbled to her mirror and straightened herself up. She looked herself in the eyes, determined to rid any trace of vulnerability from her expression. Her gaze turned steely, her emotions buried deep beneath her usual, impenetrable facade. Her own voice echoing in room as she gave herself a pep talk over what happened with Lars.

"Alright, so ya let yourself fall in love a little bit, and you got your hearts broken," she muttered bitterly. "Serves you right for having feelings, dumbass! Starting now, ya are a hard, heartless goddess-in-training. Do your work, protect the world, be awesome at it, and don't waste time on shitty things like love and romance. Why hope for love when ya can have a perfectly fine and painless existence as a cynical loner? From now on, you're a robot. Beep bop boop blerp bleep."

Nenet's reflection stared back at her with an expression of manic determination. She might have let a few cracks happen but this time she’s going to fortify those walls around her heart even more, impenetrable to the vulnerabilities of love, sadness, doubt, and more. She was going to focus on her training, excel in her job, and become a supreme being impervious to stupid ass emotions. No more heartache, no more tears.

——

“Enough with the ghosting already, kitten. What did I even do to—”

“Are you fucking serious right now?! You were being the most egotistical, stubborn, arrogant person on the face of this earth, AND—” Nenet fired off quickly.

“Oh, get over it already! I just told you what you didn’t want to admit!” Lars yelled, getting more pissed. If she was still on about the Bruce thing, then he shouldn’t have even bothered coming over.

Nenet stood in the doorway thinking of whether she should just slam the door in Lars’ face. He obviously wasn’t gonna listen to what she had to say or try to understand, but she already knew how classic that was for Lars. Still, she had some stuff to get off her chest regarding him.

“Lars……” Nenet took a deep breath, feeling all prickly inside. She was damn well going to say this, but not for him, for herself. Uncomfortable and awkward feelings be damned. “I felt really upset when ya made that comment about my crush on Bruce. Even though I get that you were right, ya still took something that I told ya in private then just revealed in front of our friends, even after I told ya to knock it off. And ya didn’t even stop there. I felt so insulted and humiliated. Now the whole crew knows my private biz……What I’m saying is that you ruined my trust in you. I thought I could trust you with something super personal about me and you treated it like it was nothing. You weren’t even sorry despite knowing how upset I was. I can’t be in a friendship like that. I don’t WANT to be in a friendship like that. That’s just how I feel about it. I don’t plan to argue about this, and I don’t think we should be friends anymore.”

Lars just stared at Nenet wide eyed and at a loss for words. When he finally let the words sink in, he tried to say something. “Aw shit, Nenet, I didn’t—”

Nenet held her hand up. “I’m gonna stop ya right there. I don’t wanna hear it. Ya had plenty of time to mend things and ya didn’t. I don’t need your apology… especially if you’re only doing it to make yourself feel better. I’m too tired for that shit. I’m done, fucking done. Goodbye Lacerta Butterfly.” Nenet said, completely calm as she closed the front door. She let her head slump, pressing it against the cool wood of the door. She felt a lot lighter than when she first opened the door, like a big weight was finally off her shoulders.

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Lars belongs to @kururu418

#callyieverse #tales of mewni #oc #future au #next gen #nextgen #nenet #lars #lacerta

[lietpolski]

Denmark, 0! (I'm so glad they added an all option!)

!!! ok here we go :D

1) what would their social media page/activity be like: i've discussed this w/ a friend but i think denmark is the most technologically capable after sweden! i think on twitter he's a little more professional (but he loves rting feel-good stuff) BUT he shines on insta. it's full of artsy pictures of the danish countryside and embarrassing videos of him and his friends on his stories :,)

2) what animal they remind me of: i don't care that it's predictable that man is a puppy!!!! manga denmark is a golden retriever but anime denmark is a yippy chihuahua with that fucking voice

3) my thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone: LOVE!! i think his canon outfit is really nice compared to.... whatever the other four are doing!! his hair is dumb but it's dumb /affectionate /i love him

4) physical headcanons: i got a few! he's an early bird!! and a light sleeper. physique-wise he's the second tallest nordic and he has BIG ass arms (an axe was his main weapon so!! makes sense to me!) he has a huge sweet tooth + he loves pastries!! but his favourite is whatever norway bakes because he's a softie :) as for actual food.... this man survives on sandwiches hot dogs and beer. get well soon x

5) social headcanons: denmark is the nordic with the most friends outside of the group!! finland comes close, because everyone loves finland and he has estonia & hungary, but i think denmark's outside friendships are more involved! a strip that really stuck with me is one during the denmark-norway period, where he goes to the netherlands and asks him to give him the buddy price on weaponry and ned agrees despite how he usually is :,) within the group, i see him as having an older-brother-but-kinda-dad relationship with iceland. sweden and him are close now and they're just the brothers who had a fallout but now r coping by insulting themselves jokingly (only when they're a few drinks in sometimes it's not a joke). he and fin only became close in later centuries but their personalities are super compatible so they're great friends!! and he and norway... oughghhg you're talking to dennor lover #1 here HAH to me they've been basically on-and-off in love for 1100 years or so :,) i'll go more into it in a future post so i'll stop here but!! yeah!!

6) psychological headcanons: i feel like i covered most of this in my denmark analysis!! but hm yeah for me his greateast fear is for sure isolating his family again. and despite how carefree he acts, i think he weighs his decisions very carefully because of what happened in the past when he didn't. i think he's actually really good with dealing with anger in modern day (he's had a lot of practice) but he regrets how he used to be before. speaking of before!! i love to think abt him from the viking era to approximately the late 1500s just... cocky bloodthirsty denmark is really fun to explore and i think people should play it up more instead of making him p much as sweet as in modern times! i dont think he wouldve been anything like that to anyone but his family and own people (also animals btw this guy loves animals 100%)

7) ship(s) with them that i like or at least consider: in terms of like... my version of canon i'm a dennor soloshipper i think :,) BUT i find denmark/norway/finland/sweden fun to think about!! also denmark/estonia is a rarepair i think is veryvery cute. and some classic nedden never hurt anyone!

8) made-up connections with other characters that weren't in the canon (friends, enemies, whatever): yes!! estonia as i just mentioned! he was danish land once and he's a nordic fanboy now so they have to have some kind of relationship! also prussia; i know they do have the whole awesome trio thing going on, BUT i think historical denmark & prussia is not spoken about enough. the 2 were on the same side all the time back then!! finally i find it really funny if he and poland get on each others nerves HAH again because of historical reasons!

9) headcanons about their past: again covered a lot of these already but!! here's one that's a little different. denmark was the first to become christian, and i think he would've annoyed the fuck out of norway and sweden (who were still norse pagan) about it! sometimes it just got him exasperated eye rolls, sometimes it got him beheaded, yk how it goes

10) content about them I'd like to see more of: anything i love denmark sosososo much more iceland & denmark content!!! i adore norway & iceland don't get me wrong but they for sure overshadow ice & dan when it comes to familial dynamics and it's a shame! also i think a lot of the historical content focuses on the viking era, the fall of the kalmar union or 1814, and i'd like to see more of him in the 1500s-1700s!! he was up to interesting stuff!!

#long post #THIS WAS REALLY FUN THANK YOU!!!!! aaahh i love talking about the nordics sm :)) #maia talks #ask

[banannabethchase]

Set the World Alight: Chapter 20 - also on AO3

It's the championship game. It's also Matty's last ever game of high school. And someone confesses to a relationship, but it's not who you think.

~

Saturday, April 19th

Nick

Nick wakes up way before his alarm like he got hit with a rock, flailing to the point of falling out of bed onto the floor. “Game,” he gasps. “Championship game. Holy crap.”

It takes ten minutes before he realizes he didn’t miss his alarm and instead woke up well before it, so he’s downstairs making pancakes by the time Matt comes in front her room.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, staring blankly. “You’re cooking.”

“I am,” Nick says, a little proud of himself. “Dad taught me how to a while ago and I woke up early, so.” He shrugs. “Want some?”

Matt nods. “Sure.” She grabs one from the slowly growing stack and slaps it on a plate, drowning it with syrup. Nick pretends he’s not watching her closely as she cuts off a piece and puts it in her mouth. He braces himself for her to spit it out or insult it, but instead her eyes light up.

“Nick, oh my god!” she says. “These are great.” She rips off a piece that hadn’t been covered in syrup. “Even without syrup, these are good!” She nods at him. “Once a week. You’re making me pancakes.”

“I’ll make you pancakes when I want to make pancakes, but you can have them when I do,” Nick says, grinning. “Some good fuel for today’s game. “

Matt does her happy dance as she finishes the first pancake and gets up to get another one. She hugs him first.

“What? What are you doing?” Nick laughs. “We don’t hug like this.”

“We do today,” Matt mumbles. “Deal with it.”

~

Matt

She cries in the car on the way to the game, and when they part, and when they walk into the building, and only stops when she sees Mox.

“Oh, thank god,” she hears Nick say as she runs into his arms.

“Why are you crying already?” Mox asks, wiping away the tear tracks. “We haven’t even started!”

“It’s the very last game of the season, for me at least,” she says as he spins her around. “If you guys win, you still have statewide championships, so you don’t have to cry yet, but it’s my last high school game.” She feels herself tear up again.

“Oh, none of that,” Mox laughs. He presses his lips to her forehead. “It’s the last game of the season, but it’s kind of the first day of our future, right?”

Matt feels her heart go so weird she practically swoons in Mox’s arms. “You’re right.”

Nick walks by coughing something that sounds suspiciously like, “Get a room,” but Matt doesn’t care.

Over Mox’s shoulder, she sees someone walk in for the first time all season. She fights the urge to tease him about it.

“Hey, Kenny!” Nick says, grinning at him. “You’re at our basketball game. What could have possibly pulled you away from Mock Trial and debate team practices?”

“I – our spring season is over, Nicholas, you know that. Don’t be weird.” He turns red. “I wanted to see you all play.” He nods to Matt. “And see your halftime show.”

“Oh, really?” Matt says, folding her arms over her chest. “That’s it.”

“That’s it.”

Nick snorts behind her. “Look, man, super glad to see you. Adam should be here soon.”

Matt exhales. “Cool. Awesome. He okay?”

“He’s doing a lot better,” Nick says. “How about you?”

Matt nods. “Good. Great. I think – I’ve had my time and space.” She looks over to see Nick practically beaming at her. “God, just ask him out, Jesus.”

Nick splutters so badly she expects him to start making error: does not compute noises. Kenny and Mox laugh so hard Kenny snorts.

“You are not allowed to come at me,” Nick says. “Of all people.”

“What?!” Kenny asks. “I’m here to cheer on my best friends!”

Nick rolls his eyes. “Sure, that’s all it is.”

“Oh, look, the other team is here!” Matt lies.

Everyone turns around, but Kenny whips around so fast his hair slaps him in the face. “Ow!”

Kenny, Nick, and Mox make their way to the bleachers to chat, and Matt figures out why about a second too late.

Adam’s walked over. “Hi,” he says. “Kenny still pretending he and Kota aren’t together?”

Matt nods and glances over at Adam. He’s staring at her nervously. “This is gonna be a mess, isn’t it?” she mutters to him, scooting up close to him. She pretends it doesn’t make her feel miserable to see the way he lights up when Matt’s in his space. Like he didn’t expect it.

“Oh, definitely,” Adam says. “I know we all know, but it’s probably a good idea to pretend we don’t.” He looks at her. “You look really pretty, by the way.”

“Thanks!” she beams. “Me and my mom and Willow went shopping last week and I got a special jacket to go with the uniform.” She twirls, the skirt floating out and the cropped jacket hitting in the exact right place. “I feel pretty.”

Adam bites his lip, hesitant. The silence goes on just long enough for it to be uncomfortable, but Matt doesn’t think she’s supposed to speak first. “So, um. Thank you. For being kind.”

“Thank you for giving me space.” Matt’s not used to things being awkward with Adam – it’s usually easy and smooth. “I’m gonna hug you now.”

“Thank god,” Adam sighs, and he wraps his arms around her. Adam’s always been safe to her, comfortable. She thinks of all the times Adam’s stepped in front of people who’ve threatened to hurt her, all the times he’s come out to bullies to give them a bigger target to reconsider. The time in tenth grade when Adam, just a measly freshman, pulled a homophobic senior off of her and told him to pick on someone his own size. Maybe now it’s her turn to take care of him.

Coach Gunn blows the whistle and Matt jumps away. “Okay, we’ll check in later. Love you, Addy.” She smiles at him, hoping the name is okay now. She won’t use it if he hates it. But it feels like home.

“Love you too, Matty,” he says back, and Matt thinks she likes that. Other people have called her Matty, of course, but Adam came up with the nickname first. Matty. Could be short for Madison, or Matilda, like Adam’s joke about the cow. Matty.

She skips away. She might just be Matty after all.

~

Nick

They fight. They trade the lead back and forth with Kota’s team up until halftime, when Nick scoots himself onto the bleaches next to Adam and Kenny.

“Cross your fingers,” Nick says quietly. “If she doesn’t nail today’s routine, she’s going to be miserable. I hope it goes right.”

“It will,” Adam says, grabbing Nick’s hand. It’s like an anchor. “She’s going to do great.”

Kenny looks at their joined hands, stares at Nick, then raises his eyebrows.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. Not-So-Secret Boyfriend,” Nick mutters. It’s enough to shut Kenny up.

The music hits, and Matt nails every single move. Nick can tell she’s crying, just a little.

“She okay?” Kenny asks, leaning forward.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Nick says, his smile a little sad. “It’s the last routine of the year. She’s feeling it.”

He’s feeling it, too, as he watches. It’s the last time they’ll both be at the game as competitors, the last time his big sister will be rooting for his team as their cheerleader. He gets choked up a little.

“Hey,” Adam says. “No crying, not yet. You still have to play and beat them.” He pulls Nick in. “You got this.”

Nick exhales as he watches Matt, Athena, and Britt nail their senior spotlight. It’s even better, somehow, than their Spring Show routine. Matt puts flair on every jump. Nick doesn’t have a name for it, but he’s spent the past few weeks watching her screw up one particular move over and over again on the trampoline, and seeing her nail it on the blue mats in their school gym is amazing.

They strike the final pose, and Matt’s all out weeping as the team collapses into a giant pile of hugs and pom poms.

“God, she cries a lot now,” Kenny muses. “Is this all the time?”

“Yep,” Nick says. “She cried the other day because I gave her the Boston crème donut instead of eating it. Apparently she was so thankful I didn’t eat the one she wanted she couldn’t contain the emotion.”

Kenny laughs, shaking his head. “Mox is a saint.” Mox, who had sat front row of the bleachers with Jamie so the two of them could go scoop up their girlfriends, spins Matt in his arms and peppers kisses all over her face. “Matt’s a lot.”

“Yeah, but that’s why we all love her, right?” Adam says, running his hand up and down Nick’s back. It’s more comforting than Nick imagined it could be. “She adds some excitement to our lives.”

“That she does,” Nick says. Mox is waving him down, the halftime show officially over. He lingers for just a second longer against Adam’s shoulder, then stands up. “Alright, off I go. Time to win this game.”

“You got this,” Kenny says. “Throw the ball. Win the thing!”

“Such detailed encouragement,” Adam laughs, shaking his head. “You’re going to be amazing, Nicky.”

The smile makes Nick believe it.

During a time out, he looks up into the stands and waves at Adam, like a little kid. He and Kenny are talking and his face is red. Kenny’s laughing and nudging him in the arm. Adam catches his eye and he waves back. Nick feels warm.

He turns and waves at his parents, too, for good measure, and gets back to the game.

It doesn’t go as well as the first half. He’s a little frantic as he sees the points pull away; Kota’s team is good. Too good. Nick and Mox play better together than they ever have before, sinking hoops whenever they gain possession of the ball, but it’s not enough.

Nick watches the clock tick down. Even if he sinks this three pointer, they still lose.

Three. Two. One. Swish.

83-79. They didn’t win the regional championships.

Nick feels like he’s disappointed his teammates, like he’s done something wrong. Instead, they scoop him up on their shoulders.

“MVP!” they chant. The teammates don’t make the final determination, of course, but they do get a vote, and the way they cheer for him makes the disappointment dissolve into the excitement. He catches his parents faces, who look a little confused at the celebration despite the loss, and gives them a thumbs up.

“We lost,” Nick says. “Why are we cheering?”

“Because we got so fuckin’ close!” Mox yells up to him. “Isn’t that enough?”

It is, Nick realizes. It is.

~

Matt

Their parents are taking the group of them out for dinner after the game, so Matt tries to keep her post-match shower as short as possible. She still flinches when her finger brush the pinkish blond, short bits of her hair, but she’s decided to pretend it’s on purpose. It could be an undercut for the summer, if she pretended hard enough.

“Gonna go make out with Mox?” Willow asks, adjusting the strap on her overalls.

“Getting dinner,” Matt corrects. “Then, probably, making out with Mox in his truck.” She grins.

“Gross!” Willow says. “Have fun.”

Matt skips out of there to see Kenny, Kota, Adam, and Mox chatting in the middle of the court. There’s a dozen other groups, families and players and students talking and laughing, but she only has eyes for her people.

“This oughta be good,” she says. She cartwheels over to them, glad for the bike shorts she pulled on under her dress. “Hey, boys, what are we doing?”

“I was introduced everyone to Kota, from the other team. He’s point guard.” The way he beams over at Kota makes it clear none of this is platonic. “Our team beat his in the Debate finals.”

“Only because your team cheated,” Kota singsongs back.

Matt fights a smile, and decides to go in for the kill. “Oh, is that how you met?”

Kenny nods. “Yes, but I have sort of a more important thing to share about him.” He shuffles Kota in front of him, like Kenny thinks hiding will make this easier. Matt resists an eye roll. “Everybody,” Kenny says. They already know what Kenny’s about to say, but nobody interrupts. “This is my boyfriend, Kota. We’ve been together for a while.”

It’s all Matt can do to bite her tongue and wait.

“Wow,” Nick deadpans. “We are all so surprised. This is brand new information.”

The tensions breaks and everybody laughs, including Kota.

“We didn’t want to ruin the basketball season!” Kenny says through the giggles. “You’re all competitors! I would seem like I couldn’t be objective!”

“We’re friends, not debate partners, you dumbass!” Matt says, poking him in the shoulder. “God, you’re so weird.”

“Plus, your team won anyway,” Mox says, nodding toward Kota. “Did you think we’d hate him for winning or something?”

“I – don’t know,” Kenny says, suddenly confused.

“Great logic, baby,” Kota says, kissing Kenny on the side of the head.

Matt watches as Nick and Adam find each other’s hands and link pinkies.

“Mox,” Matt mumbles, nudging her boyfriend’s ribs. “Look.”

She watches his face as he notices. “Oh, finally,” he says. “You think they’re actually together?”

“No way,” Matt laughs. “Not yet. I bet Adam was waiting until after the game.”

Mox snorts. “Watch Nick wait all the way until prom.”

“I’m so glad I didn’t wait with you,” Matt says, throwing her arms around Mox’s neck. “I got to do almost all of senior year with you.”

“And all of what comes next,” Mox promises.

Matt sighs as Mox kisses her, falling into the moment so completely that she forgets what happened. Regardless of everything, Mox and Nick’s team still lost. They’re not going to state championships.

Matt pulls away far enough to get a good look at the guy she might get to spend forever with. “I’m sorry our team lost,” she says, gazing up into Mox’s eyes.

“I’m not,” Mox says. “Means more time with you.”

He picks Matt up and swings her around. Matt thinks this, right here, might be heaven.

When they get to the restaurant and get seated, she waits until everyone has a drink and they’ve ordered their meals before she clears her throat.

“You okay?” Mox asks, cup of root beer frozen halfway to his mouth.

Matty nods. “I’m trying to get everybody’s attention.”

“Oh, I can do that. Hey! Matt’s got something to say.”

Matty blushes. “Okay, well, not like that.” But it worked, and now all the eyes are on her. “Um. I think I’ve decided I’d like to be called Matty from now on. It matches me better, I think.” No one reacts. She keeps talking. “Like, this way I get used to it, and for college I can start off as Matty.” She turns pink. “Um, since Matthew’s super a boy name?”

“I love it,” her mom says. “Matty. Could be short for Matilda.”

Nick and Adam laugh before they can stop it. Of course they’re sitting next to each other.

“What’s so funny?” Matty asks.

“Just – we actually named that cow Mootilda,” Adam chokes out. “Sorry. It was too easy.”

“And you told Nick?!”

“It was Nick’s idea.”

Nick looks scandalized. “Hey!”

Adam shrugs. “It’s true.”

“Matty,” Mox says, like he’s trying out the word. “I like it. I already call you Matty most of the time. Easy switch.”

Matty sits down, feeling whole. Like she knows who she is when she grows up.

~

We're so close to the end and I don't know if I'm ready for it. I hope you all enjoy the final four chapters <3

#moxmatt high school au #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #Waaaaah there's only 3 chapters left after this one

[chilei-the-hotsauce]

Honest opinion time!

Alright. Chiley, I recommend you go get comfy, maybe prepare a snack, cause this is about to be hella long and very emotional. Am about to write an essay poem thing 👏

Alright, where do I even begin? I lowkey don't believe that we've been mutuals for less than a year. It feels like I've known you all my life despite me not even knowing what you look like. Genuinely, knowing you has fundamentally changed me in some ways /pos. Every now and again I do something and realise I got that habit from you and my reaction is always "! :O !!! friend!!!!! <22222". Your sense of humour is amazing! (Except for the times where your health is concerned. Passing out is not lol material my guy)

Then there's your art. Chiley your skills. GIVE. It's so shape! Such angle! Colour!!! Chiley HOW! I originally followed you for your art, and I still (and probably always will) get so so super excited every time you draw something (except the leg wallpaper. If I could disappointed wide markiplier you here I would) The SKILLLLLL! Chiley GIVEEEEE!!

I do gotta say, you gotta stop with the self deprecation. Idk if you saw the tags I added on that post from right before I went to sleep, so I'll repeat a few things here: Chiley you are an awesome human being, a good friend of mine, and my platonic Tumblr spouse. Don't talk about yourself like that, because then you're insulting one of my friends, and my friends are all really cool people who shouldn't get insulted ever. Including you. So don't <2. Or at least try not to, ok? Promise?

I bet there's so many other cool things about you that I missed, or just haven't noticed yet. Interacting with you and Dimi and Mulder is very often the highlight of my day, so I really really hope we will all get to talk a lot more in the years to come. I appreciate you very much <22222

DUDE

MÄN

I-

SIR

YOU GOT HABITS FROM ME??! WHAT

i personally dont think my art is good enoug and im passively improving it lmao

leg wallpaper

im gonna try to stop self-depreciation, but its kind of like a built in feature at this point smh

i promise i'll try. for you.

#i love you män #/plat #istg we need to meet someday #ask chilei #my beloved mutual #tech my husband #chilei's on skooma again

[hotxcheeto]

Can you do please do Lis Characters dating a feminine/girly girl reader that’s kind of bitchy?Like with girly features too such as a small nose, Full lips and petite? The reader basically looks sensitive and weak because of her “girly girl” and “feminine” style, but she can actually be a real bitch if someones being rude?😅

━ 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Chloe, Rachel, Victoria, Nathan, Kate 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope/Kinda :)

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Reminds me of Maddy from Euphoria, also I made a comment about Victoria in Rachel's, I love her dw it was just a joke that my friend made once that I thought was kind of funny still

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 - Thought you were just like Victoria at first, which you kind of are. But that's beside the point, you were nice to her and it kind of took her by surprise. The way you dressed and held yourself made her think you were a bitch before she really met you. But you liked Chloe, you chose her, and that was final.

She didn't really get a say when you both started to hang out. You just *appeared* and wouldn't leave. Chloe just accepted it, but she did not accept the random makeovers you'd convince her into. She loves how tall she is compared to you, Chloe stands at about 5'9 (175cm) and you have to look up at her.

You both just look completely opposite from each other. She wears dark clothes, you do not, most of the time and her style is completely opposite. It's honestly a power couple move. No one really expected you both to date but when it happened everyone thought it made sense.

Sometimes she doesn't even get a word in when someone is being an asshole to you guys. She's used to her being the defensive one, then you whip in and insult everything about the person and ask them if their hairline is supposed to be that receded. And she just, that's her girl. Loves watching you get ready.

You take your time with everything and she'll sit there and listen to you talk while doing your makeup and hair. Honestly, not an expected couple, but a fucking power couple.

☆ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 - Again, not a super expected couple. But you two get a long great. Rachel loves that you both are very misunderstood by people. Many see her as miss perfect and you as some bitch who's mean to everyone. But neither of you are like that, truly, deep down.

You can be really nice, but that eyeshadow and powerwalk gives you a certain reputation. Or when you told Victoria Chase that her lanky legs won't help her chase her dreams anymore then sleeping with Mr. Jefferson would. No one believed someone would talk to Victoria like that, but Rachel thought you were fucking crazy and awesome.

She'll let you do her nails and her hair. Rando makeovers from you are her favorite. Or those long nails you seem to always have, she likes listening to them click together. She finds it comforting when in the halls she hears the click clack sound of you heels. But holy shit does she fear you, just the slightest.

You look so sweet, yet you'd bite anyone's head off if they try messing with you. How adorable. In conclusion, she's in love and you are badass.

☆ 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - You both are so fucking cool. Like everyone is somewhat afraid of you. You both click down the hallway, arms linked together. Guys have a habit of underestimating you both, especially tourists who stop in town. They'll hit on you, expecting you to flirt back but when you start insulting their entire existence she just stands there with a smirk.

You're small, a bit smaller then Victoria, but you're more dominant over her. She's mean, she knows it but you, you're much more confident then she is. She likes watching you put lip gloss on, how your lips look. The forever pout is something she strives to have especially in photos.

Don't be surprised if she uses you for photos as a model. You're just perfect looking, your size and body is magnificent for her photos. No matter what you look like. Victoria will also ask you to do her makeup from time to time. It's like your art form. You both are so cool, and gorgeous. Literally running Blackwell.

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 - Honestly was expected. No one was truly surprised. You were sweet to most people, but you were also know to be a bitch. You'd gone off on multiple people, but you were also super nice to certain people. But you have your moments.

The clothes you wear gave off bitchy vibes, most people avoided you but not Nathan. He was intrigued especially when he seen you talking to Kate. Kate of all people. Super sweet Kate. Then we was especially intrigued. So he went up to you and time skip you're dating. And you are a power couple.

People like you because your nice, some people hate you because they've gotten on your bad side. Nathan is just... Nathan. You keep him calm most of the time, which is always impossible for Nathan. But you're there and you get him to relax, especially when you're the one that goes off on people instead of him.

He'll sit and watch you do makeup, or your hair. He loves it. Especially when you ask him for his opinions. Or what he's wearing so you can color coordinate your makeup. He loves watching you put lip gloss on, its infatuating. You're one of his models for his photos. Or his only model honestly. You're his muse.

☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 - It wasn't that Kate didn't like you, she was just kind of intimidated by you. Strong and Confident was something she believed she was not. And you were just so... then she realized she had a crush on you. It wasn't envy she just likes your face. Then you came up to her one day because you really liked a photo she'd turned in for Mr. Jefferson's class.

It was posted on the board in his class, you liked her camera settings and now you stood in front of her and she could barely speak. After that you just hung around her, she got more used to talking to you and realized, you weren't as mean as some said, and you weren't as scary as she thought.

You'll do her makeup for her, it makes her feel super pretty. And the fact that you find her pretty, and strong, and just overall amazing. She's blushing. You're just so cool and you want to walk down the hallways with her. Now what she doesn't 100% prepare herself for is her reaction when you absolutely destroy someone who was making fun at her.

Like destroyed, they thought you were just gonna tell them to shut up. Nope, they're on fire now. And she just sits there and looks in between you and the person. She's just so surprised you love her. And she fucking loves you oh my god, you're just so cool to her.

a/n: Well, I didn't go to class today, a bitch did not feel good guess who started shark week!?!?!?

#chloe price x reader #chloe price #victoria chase x reader #victoria chase #rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott #kate marsh x reader #kate marsh #life is strange x reader #life is strange #dontnod #lis #nevy writes

[gwen-cheers-me-up]

I love a nice Merlin-reveals-his-magic-to-Morgana-and-they-become-a-super-awesome-power-duo fic as much as the next person, but I’d love to see more Merlin-reveals-his-magic-but-he-and-Morgana-still-don’t-see-eye-to-eye fics.

Like, they fundamentally disagree on a lot of things, and it would be excellent to see more fics where they argue and fight but still ultimately want the same thing (ie. freedom from oppression).

Bonus points if they’re not mortal enemies but just like...passive aggressive allies, or magical pals who would die before revealing the other’s secret but also low-key poison each other over, like, the most minute differences in opinion.

The great thing about this dynamic is the way it would just confuse the fuck out of everyone. All the castle residents are certain the king’s ward and the prince’s manservant must be friends since they’re always hanging out together (so they can learn magic), but they also so clearly hate each other, what with their habit of glaring daggers across the room, exchanging ruthless insults in otherwise polite company, and competing in an alarmingly intense prank war.

Of course, the glaring daggers across the room is the result of constant arguments over Mindspeak (usually discussing Uther’s murder right in front of him)

Morgana: I could kill him right now.

Merlin: Morgana...

Morgana: It would be so easy. I'll accuse Lord Halstead, and everyone will believe me.

Merlin: Morgana, you can’t just go around framing innocent people for murder! We’ve talked about this.

Morgana: ...

Morgana: He was a jerk to Gwen yesterday.

Merlin: Oh shit, really? Well in that case, continue.

Three seconds later:

Merlin: Wait, fuck! Murder is still bad! STOP USING GWEN TO SWAY MY DECISIONS!!!

And of course, the ‘prank war’ is actually just Morgana repeatedly attempting to take over Camelot while Merlin stops her in increasingly bizarre ways. Morgana’s chamber being stuffed full of live chickens and Merlin’s clothes mysteriously becoming three sizes too small were necessary parts of cleverly laid plans, NOT juvenile pranks thankyouverymuch.

But despite their differences, if anyone tries to attack one of them or (gods forbid) accuse one of them of having magic, you can bet the other will drop everything to shut that the fuck down. Because when it comes down to it, they’re in the same struggle, even if they have very different ideas about what the solution looks like.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

xFemale!Mother!Reader <3

Made with love and a sudden burst of motivation and inspiration; THIS SUPER AWESOME (not rlly) HOOMAN BEAN-

I am so sorry, I'm like really hyper for some random reason-

Triggers/Warnings; None, unless your son being a rude little worm is offensive and/or you being a total baddie....MAYBE some suggestive talk. Also, Bakugou is the number one hero 'cos I think the bby deserves it.

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"Mrs. Bakugou, I'm deeply sorry for interrupting your day, but your son was being a bit troublesome...."

"Let's just address the problem..." I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose. Walking into a plain room with a desk and three chairs, I sit down in one.

"I see you're already here, you brat," I resist the urge to shout, after all, I don't want to make my baby upset. (#mamasboi)

"I'm sure we all know Eiji has some...temperamental issues regarding his anger...But today was absolutely unacceptable. He began insulting a teacher about her teaching methods, AND THEN he was picking on-"

"I WAS NOT PICKING ON THEM! FOR THE LAST TIME, THEY WERE PICKING ON ME AND I JUST DEFENDED MYSELF!! STOP GOING EASY ON THEM JUST 'COS THEY'RE YOUR SON'S FRIENDS YOU OLD FART!!" Eiji said with a grimace.

"Oh, I see how it is. You think my son's a bad guy? Well I'll have you know, he's extremely sweet. It's just I've seen the way teachers here teach and it even perplexed me. It's not my son's fault he didn't understand and got frustrated.  Also, he doesn't attack people unprovoked, so stop letting those little punks off so easily and put them in their place. I'll make sure to talk it over with Eiji but it's not your place."

"I'm not sure how you run you family, but I suggest you make a few alterations, b-"

"Are you telling me how to run my family!? I don't think so! My family is perfect and if you're too blind to see that, then maybe you're too blind to see the sweet boy my baby is!" I snarl and stand up, slamming my hand on the desk.

"So listen here, old man. If you have a problem with the way I run my family or how my son learns and reacts, then deal with it by yourself. Don't make anyone else's problem, ya' damn weakling!" I hissed in his face and grab my son's hand, leading him out of the office.

"I'm sorry, Momma," he choked with tears brimming in his eyes.

"I want to be like you and Papa," he whispers. I snicker.

"Hon, you're more like your father everyday. To his looks right down to his damn personality, of course some of my sugar to balance out his salt," I smile and pat his head, he smiles and little and we walk to my car.

"I'm home!"

"Hey baby, how was work?"

"Stupid, they made me do paperwork again. Saying; 'Oh here Ground Zero, let me patrol for you so you don't have to tire yourself out!' The damn extras think they take my place!?" He continued grumbling and I let him lean into me.

"Papa?" Eiji peers from behind the door frame with a hopeful glint in his eyes. Katsuki grins and crouches down for the younger male to hug him.

"How was school, ya' twerp?"

"....Beh! It was awful! But Momma was a total savage," he said smugly and I laughed.

"Oh really...? We'll have to see if she takes that to the bed," he smirked and muttered just for me to hear. I turn red and swat him.

"Y-you damn pervert!!"

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Hello! I just love your works and it'd be super awesome if you could write this idea I had : both you and tsukishima are set up by your friend groups--and now you have to reluctantly go to an awkward date. how will your relationship go? (p.s you both hate eachother)

Date With The Enemy (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Summary: Your friends has been trying their best to prevent you from killing your enemy, Tsukishima Kei. But after you got into a fight with him, they decided that you two needed to get along by going on a date! Sounds good idea right?

Contain/s: Awkward date, creepy guy; fluff?

A/n: Ahhh, this has been in my drafts for a week or so! I was able to get ideas to write this just by listening to You're the Best by MAMAMOO ^^; Anyways, to the anon who requested this, thank you for your patience~ Hope you like it! Enjoy :D

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You hate Tsukishima with all your heart; he's mean, sarcastic, and he knows how to push your buttons very well. If murdering your classmate is legal, then you would've done that to him, even if he's the last man alive.

But how did that...

The awkwardness between you and Tsukishima is unbearable as you both walked towards the place where your friends planned out. Not a word has been uttered after exchanging small greetings when you both met at the meeting place your friends said where to meet.

You want to go home, or anywhere that is not near that snarky, tall middle blocker that is right beside you. But you have no choice, as much as you wanted to run away, based on the pictures and text messages you received, you know your friends are watching you.

…turned to this?!

For context, every time you and Tsukishima crossed paths with each other, it was a war of endless bickering and insults that your friends had to pull you away to prevent you from committing a crime. It's alright for them since they were able to pull you away from the tall student, but the only problem is that you both are in the same classroom.

Now, isn't that fun?

It was alright at first, since one of your friends is friends with Yamaguchi. They entrusted him to keep an eye on the both of you, but one day, your usual insult contest with Tsukishima turned into a full-blown fight. Yamaguchi actually tried to stop the both of you, yet it was out of his control until a teacher came in to see the scene unfold right before their eyes. You and Tsukishima earned a suspension because of that.

This is when your friends devised a plan to get you and Tsukishima to get along with each other, which is setting you both on a date! They planned the date, the schedule and how to keep you or Tsukishima from running away. The only thing they need is to make you and Tsukishima say yes.

Scratch that, they have to make you two come to this planned date.

Since exams will be done on Friday, it created a golden opportunity for them to ask you because it was after examinations, they know you will say yes! Maybe...

Your friends invited you to hang out on Saturday at 10 am in the park. You were skeptical at first, usually your friends' go-to places were always places with food or arcades, why would they want to hang out in the park? You shrugged it off, thinking maybe they wanted to get their mind off after the stressful exams, so you agreed.

You don't know how they got Tsukishima to say yes, but eh, who cares?

Saturday rolled around, you were walking to the park where your friends said where to meet, 'till you spotted a familiar tall, blonde hair boy at the meeting location.

"What are you doing here?" The middle blocker averted his eyes from his phone to see you crossing your arms with a displease look.

"Well, I'm just sitting here obviously," He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. You were about to open your mouth to retort when you felt your phone vibrate. You look at your phone to see your friend's name at the caller id. You answered the phone with eyebrows furrowed.

"(F/n)! Where are you guys?"

"(Y/n), I know you're going to hate us for this, but you and your beanstalk need to get along, so we thought of setting you both up in a date-"

"A date?!" If your hand could just travel through your screen, you would've slapped your friend, instead you pinched the bridge of your nose as you listened to your friend explain.

"Listen, after you both got suspended, we thought that you guys need to get along to prevent that from happening again," they emphasize the word need. You hate to admit but they are right, if only you just ignored the snarky, tall bastard then none of this would happen.

"I take your silence as you understand. Now, try not to fight in public alright? Oh, and also, don't think of ever running off, even Tsukishima. He knows that," You were about to open your mouth but you got cut off by their enthusiastic goodbye as they hung up the phone.

'How...?' Was the first thought that came into your mind.

Thus, leading you to where you both are now; awkwardness envelopes the both of you after being forced to go through this date your friends planned.

When you both reached your destination, you two saw a red and white patterned blanket covering the grass under the tree's shadow and a picnic basket with a folded letter standing on top of it. You took the paper and saw a simple writing that says, "Have fun!".

You looked at the tall boy who's looking behind your shoulder, "What?" he raised an eyebrow at you.

You scoffed, "Nothing... Let's just get this over with..." The both of you silently agreed, and sat down awkwardly at the blanket.

No words exchanged between you both, no insults, nothing at all. The only thing that accompanies you both is a basket full of food, and an awkward atmosphere engulfs you both. No one even dares to touch the food actually, you just glance from it from time to time.

"If you wanna eat, just eat you know?" You glared at Tsukishima as if saying, 'I know, I'm not an idiot'.

You wanted to say those words actually, but if you did, who knows what your friends would do to you if you tried to start a fight with them. You grabbed a sandwich from the basket and quietly munched on it. The silence went on until you heard a phone ringing next to you.

Tsukishima stood up from his seat, gaining your attention. "Excuse me..." He mumbled out, you nodded your head, telling him to take the call. You watched him answer the call and walk away.

'Huh, who knew he could be polite for once...' You thought as you grabbed another sandwich from the basket.

You were scrolling through your phone when you heard crackling sounds from the grass, shoes appeared at the corner of your eye. You thought your oh-so date came back, so you lift up your head to greet him.

"Hey...?" You trailed off in a questionable tone. Right in front of you isn't Tsukishima, but an unfamiliar man who's staring at you, making you uncomfortable. You blinked at him confused, "Is something the matter, sir?"

Surprised, he sat down on the blanket and began reaching for the basket, with quick reflexes, you grabbed the basket before him. You glared at the man, clutching onto the basket.

"Excuse me, this spot is taken, please leave," He just smirked at you in response. 'Oh, it's one of those creeps,' you thought in disgust.

"You look lonely here, so I thought of giving you some company," Your face cringed in disgust.

"Sorry, I already have one," You said. You stood up, not wanting to let this conversation further, if he's not leaving, then you will. But halfway through doing so, the man grabbed your arm, still wearing that sickening smirk.

You tried to pull your arm back, but his grip tightened, "Leaving already? But we're still in the middle of a conversation!" The stranger smiled, giving you the creeps. You were about to smack him with the picnic basket when the voice of Tsukishima joined in.

"Oi, are you blind?"

"Hah?!" The man snapped his neck in Tsukishima's direction, "I have perfect eyesight, kiddo!" Tsukishima chuckled in response.

"Oh really?" He yanked the man's grip from you, then pulled you towards him, "how come your perfect vision doesn't see how uncomfortable my date is?"

Your eyes widened a bit, your heart was pumping at how close you both are. Your mind wandered to how warm Tsukishima is, at how soft his grip is compared to the guy from earlier. How his hand fits your wrist so perfectly like a puzzle piece. Your mind wandered back to reality when Tsukishima intertwined his fingers against yours, making your face feel a little hot. Your (e/c) eyes flicker to the spot of the creepy man earlier to see he's already gone.

"Oh, he's gone..." You heard Tsukishima hum in response, "Thanks, I guess..." Tsukishima opened his mouth, about to say something to wipe away the awkwardness with "is that how you properly thank someone" but your friends suddenly jumped out of their hiding spot.

"(Y/n)!!" They yelled out your name, earning your attention. Tsukishima felt your grip loosen against his, along with your warmth, and watched you getting bombarded with concerned questions.

He suddenly remembers how your wrist fits his hand perfectly, the feeling of your warmth still lingering on Tsukishima's hand. How adorable you look after that occurrence. Were you always that adorable? If so, why did he notice it just now? The more Tsukishima thought about it, the faster his heart beats.

"Hey, beanstalk," Tsukishima snapped back from reality to see you carrying the folded blanket, "(F/n) said we can end the date here, so let's go!"

"Was this even a date?" He gave you the usual annoyed look, as he grabbed the basket.

You both walked behind your friends, side by side. Both of your minds began to replay the earlier incident and the feeling of each other's warmth that made your hearts pounding fast.

'I wish this date went on longer...' The two of you thought as the blush reached up until the tip of your ears.

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[fruitcoops]

Omg Marlene making a video with Jules where he’s showing off all his lion jerseys that everyone has given him and him having an entire drawer for Sirius’ jerseys

Julian Lupin, my favorite boy! This is such an adorable video idea! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay, buddy, are you ready?” Remus asked behind the camera, clearly amused.

“Yeah, yeah, come on!” Jules was practically bouncing in place as he opened the door to his bedroom, gesturing for Remus to follow.

“Do you want to introduce yourself?”

“Oh, right! Um, hi Lions!” He waved to the camera with a sunny smile. “I’m Jules. Julian. Remus’ little brother. Anyway, Ms. Marley said I could show you guys my jerseys because she’s super nice and I’m really excited!” His eyes flickered back to Remus, who was still in the doorway. “Can I start now?”

“Go for it,” Remus laughed. “So, Jules, where do you keep your jerseys? You have a bunch, right?”

Jules lit up and he hurried to his closet, which was covered in hockey posters and pictures of the team, much like his walls. “I do! I have one for each of the Cubs now—that’s Harzy, Tremzy, and Knutty—‘cause I got Leo’s for my birthday.”

“Why do you like those three?”

“Well, Finn lets me practice tricks with him, and Logan doesn’t chicken out of checking me like you do—stop laughing!—and Leo lets me ride on his shoulders.” He looked up at last, breathless. “My head almost touches the ceiling when he does that.”

“It’s pretty cool,” Remus agreed. “Are those the only ones you have in your basket?”

“Nope!” Jules dragged a wicker hamper out of his closet and dumped it on the bed; he laid each one out with reverence, like it was some sort of relic. “So, these are the Cubs, but Dumo’s was one of the first ones I had.”

“Are they all Lions jerseys?”

From the look on Jules’ face, Remus may as well have insulted his entire bloodline. “Duh.”

“Right, sorry, carry on.”

“Talker gave me this one at my first game,” Jules continued, holding one up. It had a small note in the upper corner, written in silver Sharpie. “It says ‘keep skating, little Loops’ and it’s way too big right now, but I’ll grow into it. I have two from Pots, and the first one came with Talker’s. His doesn’t have a note but we talked for, like, ten straight minutes.”

“What did you talk about?”

Jules shrugged despite his visible excitement. “Hockey, mostly. Lily is also really nice and we made cookies together when I stayed with you for New Year’s. Oh, I found it!”

“Found what?”

“My Nado jersey!” He held it up with a broad grin. “This is from the party. He had it in his bag and I started getting cold from the snowball fight, so I got to wear it.”

“That was really nice of him, huh?”

“It was awesome.”

“You’ve still got a couple left, right?” Remus pointed his phone back toward the bed and Jules folded the other ones up carefully. “Do you want to tell people who your favorite is?”

“That’s not fair,” he whined.

“Why not? It’s so easy!”

“It’s not fair because you’re a player now, so I have to say you, or mom will be upset!”

“Mom’s not gonna get upset,” Remus laughed. “I might be, though.”

“You know who my favorite is.”

“Everyone else doesn’t. Who do you have the most jerseys for?”

Jules rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling as he gathered three oversized shirts in his arms. “Sirius, obviously. He’s so cool.”

“Are those all the same one?”

“This is from his first year on the team, and this one is the year he became captain.” He pointed out the black ‘C’ on the chest of the outdated uniform. “You have a matching one, since mom and dad got them for us for Christmas—”

“Okay,” Remus interrupted, sounding mildly embarrassed. “And the last one?”

“This is from the first time you took me to the locker room. It’s my favorite, since he signed it.”

“I honestly thought you were going to pass out when he handed that over.”

Jules scoffed. “Says the guy who made that weird face whenever he even breathed at you.”

“I walked right into that,” Remus muttered. “Do you want to show your last two?”

“Well, one of them actually isn’t a Lions jersey.” Jules bit his lower lip. “And this is for their channel, right?”

“Yeah, but other people will see it.” Remus’ voice was gentler than before. “You can still show it if you want to.”

“Well, first I’ll do yours.” Jules knelt on his mattress to pull it out and his bright grin returned. “Sirius is my favorite player, but this is my favorite jersey.”

“Agreed.”

“And this is one Finn made for me when I skated around with you guys.”

“Very clever use of tape.”

“And this one is my new one.” The silver and green stood out against the vibrant red and gold of his other jerseys; Jules looked almost nervous as he held it up, but there was a defiant set to his jaw. “The Snakes suck, but Regulus is my friend, and I’m glad I have his jersey.”

“He was really surprised when you asked for it,” Remus said as Jules tightened his grip on the jersey.

“I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“That’s super sweet of you, buddy. So, you have a ton of these. Which one do you wear to games?”

“I used to wear Sirius’ all the time, but now I switch it out with yours sometimes.” He toyed with the gold lining of Remus’ jersey before setting it down. “It kinda wrecked my plan when you decided not to have the same last name.”

“We thought it might get confusing.”

Jules shrugged. “I guess. Uh, that’s all of them. Am I supposed to answer more questions? Ms. Marley said it was an interview.”

“This is it, I think,” Remus said. “You can say goodbye if you want.”

His smile was crooked and dimpled as he swung his legs off the foot of the bed. “Bye, Lions! This was a lot of fun!”

Remus flipped the camera around and gave it a thumbs-up. “Thanks for tuning in, Lion Pride. Contact Julian Lupin if you want a free jersey.”

“Hey, wait—!”