#they act like two kids playing at what they think dating should look like. gee i wonder why /s

[apatheticlexicographer]

semi-continuation to my last post.

this is very long but believe it or not i've already condensed it a lot from my first draft lmao. i've divvied it up season by season. this is basically a summary of mike and el's respective friendships, as well as their friendship with each other. i've tried to be as objective as possible.

season 1: mike is fiercely loyal to all his friends, and considering how strained his family situation is they're probably the people in the world he holds closest. he's shown to be willing to do just about anything for his friends, throwing hinself off a cliff for dustin and sneaking out in a storm to look for will, and they're his clear priority. when he brings el in he offers her his friendship in return for her help in finding will. she has never had a friend before, so she contextualizes what a friendship is supposed to be entirely from what he shows her. despite bonding a little, they can't communicate in much depth and ultimately know little about each other, although mike shares much more than el. most of mike's positive feelings about el are based on awe about her powers, and most of el's positive feelings about mike are based on gratitude.

overall, el and mike are tentatively friends, but don't know each other well.

season 2: mike is upset about el being gone, and while he has hope that she's still out there he doesn't really act on it like he did with will, although to be fair it's been almost a year and he saw her "die". this season mike yet again revolves around his friends. he's constantly looking out for will, but doesn't treat him too differently. they continue the trend of being the most honest with each other, which was softly established in the first season, and carries through the rest of the show. mike is jealous of max when she first appears, as she captures lucas and dustin's attention. by the end of the season, though, he comes around to her. el doesn't make any new friends of her own this season. she watches mike, but can't talk to him, furthering the gap between them as el has effectively known mike for a year but mike has really only known her for a week. she meets kali, but doesn't spend long with her and doesn't connect with her gang. el is also jealous of max simply because she sees her getting along with mike. when they reunite mike is understandably furious that they were kept apart, but they don't interact much.

overall, while they don't really speak, mike and el seem set up for their relationship to deepen in the gap between seasons 2 and 3

season 3: despite seeing each other frequently for 6 months, mike and el don't seem to interact much outside of kissing. they also still don't seem to know much about each other, and mike can't even begin to think of what el would like as a gift. mike does still hang out with lucas, will, and max, but he barely sees dustin even after he gets back from summer camp. he spends most of his friendship time with lucas, but even this centres around advice on getting el back. will is mad that mike isn't prioritising his friends anymore, and when he snaps mike lashes out before immediately apologising. the damage has been done, however. el finally makes her first friend of her own free will when she starts to talk to max. despite having had 6 months they somehow haven't bonded properly before. within only a few days of friendship, el is already much more emotionally open than she is with her boyfriend of 6 months. el tries to bring emotional honesty into her relationship with mike, but mike dodges it awkwardly, even as she's leaving hawkins indefinitely.

overall, despite having had ample time before and during the season, el and mike fail to actually strengthen their friendship at all. they aren't quite strangers, but even though they met a year and a half ago they've barely progressed past acquaintances.

season 4: mike's friendships are all over the place, as are his motives. he is still very close with dustin, and has newly befriended eddie and at least gets along with the rest of hellfire. his friendship with lucas is suffering due to mike's resentment over lucas joining the basketball team. max has distanced herself from the group, but mike still pays attention to her. meanwhile, he and will have barely spoken since the end of s3 and their relationship is severely damaged. mike finally apologises to him, and by the end of the season their friendship is mended enough that will comes to him about his feelings on vecna. el, meanwhile, has made no new friends, despite trying. this is clearly deeply affecting her, and she feels the need to lie about it to mike. she has will now, and while we can assume they're fairly close we don't see them talk beyond a line or two. we don't see mike's letters to el but we know that he's still avoiding emotional honesty with el. he won't tell her he loves her even when she breaks down and begs him, and it takes will sacrificing his own love confession to el and then prompting mike for him to finally say it. even then, he's not exactly saying it to her face as she can't reply. ultimately el's concern for max, who is still her closest friend despite an unknown amount of contact between the seasons, is what prompts her to break free. el and mike do have a sweet scene before mike's confession, where they behave more like friends than they have since season 1. after his confession, though, el starts avoiding him, and mike seems unusually unbothered by it.

overall, their friendship has only grown more strained, as it has been filtered through lies and intentional distancing. when they do start to platonically bond, el seems to cut mike off after his confession.

in conclusion: while they were building a frienship in the first couple of seasons, ever since they started dating this began to stagnate. they are each substantially closer with their friends than they are with each other. they are increasingly dishonest with each other, worsening as the seasons continue, despite the fact that the first thing mike taught el about friendship was that friends don't lie. if they stay together, there's absolutely nothing indicating that their friendship will ever recover or develop.

#byler #i tried not to make it abt them but a few crumbs snuck in anyway lolll #anti mileven #elmike #they would be really cute as friends!!! i firmly believe that!!! #personally though i just can't get into a relationship without a solid friendship at its core #they act like two kids playing at what they think dating should look like. gee i wonder why /s #stranger things meta #stranger things analysis

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

Describe what would happen if Lily (from "Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus") suddenly found herself in cannon Harry Potter world in the middle of his fifth year? Oh, and she can't bullshit herself out of this one for some reason, instead she stays there for a month or two while Rabbit, Lenin, and Trotsky somehow join forces and try to find a way to bring her back. Bonus points if Lily crashes a DA meeting and kicks some peoples butts anticlimactically.

Oh boy, that I’m sure would go so well for all involved. In the middle, you say? Alright, let’s do this thing. For my sanity I’m going to pretend this taking place in an up to date version of “Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus” as of chapter 7-whatever we’re on right now.

So, there’s a couple of different ways that Lily can arrive. There’s a few obvious ones that stick out to me.

First, it just somehow happens. Reality’s falling apart in Lily’s own dimension and two seconds away from collapse. Rabbit’s floating around as these things called dementors, eating Umbridge, speaking English all the time, shit’s going down. It’s not all that out of the realm of possibility that Lily accidentally falls into a wormhole which deposits her in canon land.

Second, someone summons Lily. Now, this could either be team good (hooray) or team bad (boo hiss). Lily, being a being of unspeakable power but fairly neutral alignment, could easily be summoned by both. That said, I’m not really sure who to blame the summoning on.

The obvious choice is Harry, because Harry is stupid enough to summon a god to the mortal realm to slay Voldemort and Hermione’s smart enough to figure out how to do that for him. Go omnipotent creature, kill that evil snake man! However, we’re inserting Lily into canon directly, which means no short cuts of Harry having the dumbest idea he’s never had. Otherwise it’s not so much that the Order’s smart enough to know this is a bad idea but that such an idea would never actually occur to them. It says a lot that Dumbledore only ever gives tasks of any importance to Snape, the Order is kind of just... Harry’s glorified babysitters and taxi service.

So Harry and or the Order isn’t summoning Lily to solve all their problems for them. Good on them, smart choice.

Now, what about the Death Eaters and Voldemort?

With the Death Eaters we have a similar problem as the Order. Such an idea would never occur to them or if it would then they’re smart enough to say “NOOOOOOOOOO”. That said, if it ever did, oh Bellatrix would be so down. But only if the being worshipped at the altar of Voldemort’s wonderful... Voldemortness. Whatever it is she sees in him. 

Voldemort it depends where you lean on his characterization. We don’t actually see that much of him in canon, barely even hear from him, and we mostly hear about him from a variety of dubious sources (either people who have no idea what they’re even talking about or else Dumbledore who tells Harry this information while actively grooming Harry to kill himself). I’ve seen people characterize canon Voldemort as having once been brilliant but currently mad, as being mad and yet also brilliant despite his many failures, as not mad at all and his schemes are just so intelligent, so brilliant, that none of us can follow them and they all seem to end in failure, and there’s always what I think which we won’t discuss because I look bonkers enough on the internet.

Insane Voldemort might think it’s a great idea to summon some unknown god to stomp all over his enemies. I’m not exactly partial to cookoo bannanas Voldemort but honestly, it’s either him, Lily stumbling through a wormhole, or random kids chanting Bloody Mary in a mirror three times and out comes Lily.

Right, I wasted a lot of paragraphs on that.

Anyways, in the greatest scheme known to man, while Lucius is trying and failing to get that prophecy, Voldemort unearths some ancient text to summon an unknown god. A power that is unknown to mankind. So, I imagine Lily is summoned into canon much like that scene in Ghostbusters where the Sumerian god descends from the heavens. Glowing gate out of nothingness, fog machines, maybe a little less glitter and spandex, and instead Lily having no idea what the hell is even happening.

Lily, realizes she’s in deep shit as she notices Bellatrix prostrated on the ground in worship (of Voldemort of course, not Lily, Lily is just a deity and is nothing compared to the magnificence of the dark lord) as well as the various other Death Eaters all either looking terrified or in mindless awe of their lord’s amazing power. Lily feels like she’s entered Twin Peaks as she eventually is able to put together that the lisping snake man is supposed to be Wizard Lenin/Tom Riddle.  Lily and Voldemort probably have tea or something, but as he’s crazy bananas in this version per my own convenience and he looks like something that eats children, it doesn’t go well and Lily gets increasingly weirded out and convinced she’s in some sort of parallel hell reality that comes about when Rabbit eats the entire goddamn universe. So much like someone in a surreal horror movie, Lily flees into the night and goes to Hogwarts to see what madness is there. At first, she’s confused, as Hogwarts looks... mostly Hogwartsy. There are some differences. Umbridge is still alive and apparently torturing all the children as opposed to just Lily. The dementors are gone and apparently Black has now been on the run for years. Default doesn’t exist, instead Hermione Granger is still happily in Gryffindor with Luna Lovegood sorted into Ravenclaw. The biggest marker that everything has changed is that Ellie Potter appears to have been replaced by Harry Potter: A boy who looks oddly like Uncle Death. Now, Lily knows that Death is an alternate reality’s version of her, but this guy doesn’t act anything like him or sound anything like him. Not even a much younger, amnesiac, version. Death... plays quidditch. What is this? Lily tries to return home but is blocked, realizing this means that the Rabbit explanation is more likely, and in Hogwarts decides to see if she can resurrect something of the world she knows out of this monstrosity or at least see where Wizard Lenin ended up. Rabbit, missing in action, should certainly be hunted down.

Lily decides that her best bet is to tail this Harry Potter, who might be the result of whatever happens when Ellie Potter (the persona) is digested. So, Lily cons her way into being a student, joins Gryffindor, and tries and fails to get into Harry’s friend group. First, though she’s older than the thirteen-year-old she’s pretending to be in her original story thanks to time travel, she doesn’t look fifteen yet either. Second, no one just injects themselves into the Golden Trio.

Still, Lily tries and while Ron thinks she’s damn weird and Hermione finds her suspicious, Lily earns herself a billion bonus points by figuring out that all she has to say is, “Oh gee, Harry, I believe you that this bloke named Cedric Diggory was murdered and Voldemort is back from the dead. It’s so awful the Prophet is calling you a liar now have you happened to see a fellow with white hair, black eyes, might be a rabbit? No? Well, do let me know when you do, because he’s late for a very important date.”

Unfortunately, even being close to Harry, there’s no sign of Rabbit but Lily starts getting pulled into Harry’s woes. She hears about his detention with Umbridge (laughs awkwardly as she remembers what happened to Umbridge in her world), hears about quidditch being cancelled (Lily could care less but pretends to be sympathetic, yes Rabbit-eaten Ellie, it is awful that quidditch is cancelled), hears about Dumbledore ghosting Harry (Lily unimpressed as this is what Dumbledore does), and hears about Voldemort’s mysterious actions of mystery involving glowing orbs.

Lily drops that she doesn’t exactly think Lord Voldemort’s a man with a plan here but that’s not what the gang wants to hear so reluctantly, and unprompted, Lily promises to look into it. 

In the meantime Lily attends one DA session, turns it into horrifying dodgeball where the children are traumatized forever (because the patronus, Harry, really? That the grand self defense method against dark wizards we’re going to teach these people. No, no, we have to teach ‘duck or die’. You duck, or you die!) and is politely kicked out by Hermione who reminds Harry that he’s the one who should be teaching self defense and not terrifying transfer students who appear out of nowhere.

So Lily goes to fetch the prophecy instead. Having bullshit abilities and being secretly Harry Potter, in a way, herself she’s able to collect it and hears the thing. She remembers hearing this from her own dimension but decides to give it some more thought, then some more thought, then even more thought. She probably spends half a day trying to decide if this means Lily is secretly a zombie or Harry is the manifestation of her being secretly a zombie because ‘neither can live while the other survives’. Like all of us, Lily eventually decides prophecies are stupid, heads back home, and delivers the thing to Harry who is even less able to understand it than she is. Lily tells him that it probably means he’s a zombie, congratulations buddy, glad that’s been working out for you.

Meanwhile, as Lucius no doubt flips shit that the prophecy is simply gone, Voldemort starts taking action. He sends “I know where you live” letters to Lily at Hogwarts which promise doom and destruction and even more doom. Lily finds the idea of doom squared alarming. So, Lily decides to do what she does best, she sics one Tom Riddle on another Tom Riddle. What could go wrong? Lily asks Harry if he’s ever seen a diary with the name “Tom M. Riddle” on the inside cover. Harry flips shit and Lily has to talk fast to get him out of believing she’s the devil. When he tells her that Trotsky was murdered in perhaps the most hilarious manner possible in this world (a very true Rabbity end for him) she nearly gives up when impossibly she catches another hint of Tom Riddle in the air. She follows it to the source, the old Default Common room, and finds a very pretty tiara that Tom Riddle stuffed himself into.

Lily wakes him up in a very jarring manner, tells him that the other Tom Riddle is out there being Voldemort while he’s stuck here in a sad little crown, and tells him that it’s clearly his right to go beat the shit out of Voldemort to take what’s his and never bother Lily again. Tom is very, very, very confused. Instead of doing that he decides he’s going to stick around Hogwarts. That was not in Lily’s plan.

Forced, to hide his identity, Lily introduces him with the good old Albanian refugee trick. Only, without the excuse of A.L.F or Quirrell getting mauled by vampires that just sounds weirder than usual. Lily then backtracks and announces that Voldemort burned down his rural Welsh village (That’s right Umbridge, Voldemort is alive and burning down villages! I will take that detention, thank you!) Mot Elddir here is a true hero for surviving such an awful event and should be placed in Gryffindor now.

Harry is dumb enough though that meeting Tom Riddle face to face, even with blonde hair, Harry can’t quite recognize him though there’s something familiar with this chap. Dumbledore is not that stupid and starts gagging in horror at the staff table and has his suspicions of this Lily girl being a Death Eater/Voldemort himself confirmed. Dumbledore confronts Lily, Lily plays hilariously dumb, “What Death Eaters, people who eat death? Never heard of it, sounds contagious.” Dumbledore confronts Mot Elddir who just finds this all hilarious and has decided that Lily is his new favorite thing that he’s kidnapping as soon as he discovers what he wants to do with his life. He tells Dumbledore this is the best thing since Christmas, and yes he has many many evil schemes involving all the children (he has none).  Voldemort instructs Snape to poison Lily, and while Snape feels a pang of conscience at murdering children, Dumbledore gives the go ahead in that they’ll send Lily to the hospital wing where perhaps they can then give her veritiserum and get some answers about what the hell Voldemort is up to. Well, Lily gets poisoned and realizes that she has so many enemies now that she honestly can’t tell if it’s Dumbledore (who is her enemy for her having blatantly released Tom Riddle) or Voldemort (who is her enemy because... she’s not actually sure why for that just that she maybe didn’t burn down London). Being Lily, she doesn’t die or is sent to the hospital wing, and just kills herself to wash the poison out. Snape is horrified and astounded that the girl appears perfectly fine. He’s even more horrified as he hears news of what he missed out on while at Hogwarts, Voldemort summoned some great power into this world and rumor has it that it’s loose at Hogwarts.

Lily talks to her newest Tom friend and tells him that if he’s going to stick around he should help her find out who just murdered her and all that. She doesn’t like being murdered, while dying’s alright, somehow being murdered makes it all that much more unpleasant. New Tom is not very sympathetic and notes that he’s here for his entertainment, not preventing her from being murdered. He just spent the past several decades as a crown, give him a break.

Dumbledore decides that time’s up, time to put Harry to the test. Unfortunately, Harry takes this as a moment to go “Welly well well, look who finally has time for Harry Potter? Finally has time to tell him a prophecy HE COULD HAVE TOLD HIM ABOUT YEARS AGO!” So, Harry destroys his office. After Harry has his Tommy Wiseau temper tantrum (I can’t imagine it any other way), Dumbledore tries to tell Harry that his new friend (who was so kind to fetch him that prophecy, impossibly, from the department of mysteries) is likely some eldritch abomination summoned by Voldemort from another world. Harry alone can defeat her.

Harry at first is angry and disbelieving. Dumbledore notes that Harry must have noticed that dear Mot is really just Tom Riddle going blonde. Harry is speechless, but it’s all true, and he desperately points out that Tom could have done something to Lily. Dumbledore notes that Lily was weird before Tom showed up, hasn’t Harry wondered why Lily doesn’t ever seem to need a wand? Ever? 

Harry is horrified and leaves in a daze. On returning to Gryffindor he confronts Lily and asks her some of what Dumbledore asks him. Lily badly tries to pretend she had no idea Mot was evil incarnate, “Tom Riddle? What? No. No! There’s no way that Dear Mot could possibly be Tom” but has no excuses for why she’s so unbelievably talented. Lily decides to just go for it and explains to Harry that this world isn’t even real, it’s a cheap reflection of what reality used to be, that an extradimensional creature other than her has devoured them all and this thing is the result. Lily’s not sure she can fix it, but she can at least try to find the thing that did this to them.

This is enough confirmation for Harry and, fueled by betrayal, he demands a duel with her. Lily notes she doesn’t want to duel but Harry insists. Rather than do it, she runs away, grabs Tom and notes they’re leaving Hogwarts now. Only, outside of Hogwarts protection, she and Tom are easily tracked down and picked up by Death Eaters.

Tom is vaguely embarrassed by the whole get up, as Lily points out how and why it’s ridiculous, while Voldemort probably circles the pair of them and gives some very menacing lisping speech of evil. Lily points out that this is not her fault, Voldemort’s just weird and Lily kind of likes London, she feels no need to stomp on it. 

Before Lily’s forced to kill Voldemort, Rabbit finally shows up, notes that Lily’s the one who’s late, and pulls her into a wormhole. 

The other Tom Riddle is left behind in dumb horror, realizing as the seconds tick by, that apparently Lily is not coming back for him.

The end.

#ask #anon #lily and the art of being sisyphus #the order of the phoenix #harry potter #albus dumbledore #rabbit #voldemort #tom riddle #not the most well thought out outline ever but this is a tumblr post guys #i do like how it just became lily hanging out with the horcrux of the week anyway

[kitkatt0430]

So I saw a gifset from the episode Power Outage that reminded me that in season one - and presumably season two - Ralph Dibny is actually dead. He died because of the accelerator explosion in December 2013, but presumably due to Flashpoint he's alive by the time season four rolls around. (So he's actually alive in season three.)

In the show, the only two people who might have realized that Ralph being alive is a product of Flashpoint are Barry (because he lived in that pre-Flashpoint timeline) and Cisco (because Vibe powers). But neither of them mention it, so I guess we'll never know for sure that his survival isn't actually down to the Legends meddling with time (like the Scooby-Doo gang, but with a significantly cooler ride - sorry, not sorry, Mystery Machine).

Anyway, all of this has reminded me of a fanfic idea I've had in the back of my head for a while.

So it'd start with Barry's return from the Speed Force at the start of season four. Iris and Eddie are married and various other changes abound as i see fit. Barry comes back still massively out of touch with reality and writing in the speedster glyphs and Wally gets help from Jesse to defeat the Samuroid bot. Also Wally isn't Kid Flash anymore - he has taken on the mantle of the Flash in his own right.

Barry starts recovering slowly, but as he does his understanding of the glyphs he's writing with wanes... even though he keeps doodling them all over the place. He winds up quitting his job at the CCPD because he's just... not in a place where he can hold down a job right now. He's also not 100% sure anything is real and that he's not still stuck in the Speed Force and he's reluctant to seek out therapy because of his experiences with therapists as a child were not good and also he'd need to discuss being the Flash which... not happening.

Which is when the bus metas start showing up (out of show order). Wally gets the indignity of the marble-related pratfall and accidentally meta-cuffing himself. Barry starts to gain more confidence in himself and his reality when he's able to shut down the accelerator before it goes critical, moments before Wally successfully cuffs Hazard. (Presumably the accelerator actually exploding would have been very unlucky for Becky, so something would have to make it shut back down, right?)

Linda returns leading to relationship drama for Wally and Jesse. Wally finds Linda attractive but would never cheat (also Linda's really only aware of him as Iris' younger brother right now), which Jesse knows but she feels jealous anyway and she doesn't like what that says about herself. She also feels like she's stretching herself really thin trying to protect Earth-2, act as Jay's back-up on Earth-3 (because he's starting to slow down and is still looking for an apprentice, but hasn't told anyone on Earth-1 what's happening to him yet), and both date and help Wally on Earth-1. It's too much work and too much stress and too much running between different Earths. She eventually decides that, much as she cares about Wally, their relationship isn't really what she needs right now and they part ways. A hopefully more satisfying break up than what we got on the show with that cube thing. Also the thing with Kilg%re happens.

Barry realizes - using Cisco's translation program - that he keeps writing something about a bus in the speedster glyph doodles. (Cisco's translation program is incomplete.) OG Team Flash connects Becky and Ramsey back to Bus 405, which Barry... er... Flashed the day he returned from the Speed Force. (hehehehehe) They're able to identify Ralph and a few other people who were on the bus because their bus passes were logged on boarding. It's still not clear who was on the bus at the time Barry Flashed it (*snicker* i regret nothing). But Ralph had to be because, well, he boarded the bus the stop right before the Barry accidentally acted like an EMP on the bus' electronic systems.

And Barry's issues with parsing reality are triggered because he remembers two versions of Ralph thanks to time traveling and memory integration - let's just say that Barry has memories of both pre and post Flashpoint timelines and say the story would theoretically handwave it better than I'm prepared to do right now. So Barry remembers this version of Ralph, who faked evidence and was a dick to Barry (almost misspelled that as being a duck to Barry). But he also remembers another version of Ralph, who didn't fake evidence and was Barry's friend and died in a car accident trying to reach the hospital after finding out Barry'd been struck by lightning while Ralph was at home and off duty and should have been safe. (Hello Barry's guilt complex which no one actually missed.)

Barry's memories are a tangled mess (gee, thanks Speed Force), so Caitlin goes with Barry and Joe when they meet Ralph. And Ralph's knee jerk reaction to keep them at arms length - especially as he's concerned they're crooked, which isn't that ironic from his PoV - is to combine obnoxiousness with sarcasm and pepper in some misogynistic comments that piss off Caitlin enough that Frost pops out to play. Joe clearly freaks out and tries to pretend he isn't freaking out. Barry just... goes with it. Whatever, Frost is part of Caitlin and Caitlin is part of Frost and he doesn't have the time, inclination, or the survival instinct to go "enemy sighted, begin defensive measures". He's just kind of like "hey Frost, nice to see you again, I've been hoping to talk w/you, but can it wait until we're done with Ralph? Or is Caitlin not gonna give you enough time for that? 'Cause I guess we're basically done here anyway."

Meanwhile Ralph is quietly freaking out with a blank O_O expression. Because Killer Frost. KILLER FROST. His fight or flight instincts are weighted heavily to freeze in place and hope to spontaneously blend into the environment.

Which is when the mob guys show up and Barry just kind of starts laughing upon learning that this version of Ralph is basically living a crime noir plot because the other Ralph loved that genre so much. Something triggers Ralph's powers while Frost cheerfully freezes the bad guys shoes to the floor and Joe arrests them. Ralph insists he was never blackmailing anyone, and Barry and Frost wind up taking him to STAR Labs while Joe waits for Eddie to show up to help him take in the thugs.

Barry and Frost do end up talking - Cisco side-eying them hard even as he gets Ralph settled in to wait for Caitlin to come back. And Barry apologizes to Frost. For how the team treated her and how Savitar treated her and just... everything. He'd like to hope they'd have handled the situation better if they'd understood Frost was a separate personality entirely, but the truth is they fucked up and pushed Frost into the position of thinking turning to Savitar was her only choice. And he hopes that she'll give them a chance to do better by her this time. Frost says she'll think about it and pretends she's not tearing up as she lets Caitlin take back over.

that's kind of where my ideas dry up and I'm not really ready to tackle writing any of this as an actual fic yet, but... I kind of saw this as a series that would include my headcanon for Ralph being face blind and him eventually bonding with Barry over the similarities between Ralph's struggle with accepting his disability and Barry's struggle in acclimatizing to his own post Speed Force incarceration disability, but with the adding drama of Barry's friendship with the Ralph-who-died and his guilt there complicating things too.

Barry would eventually take up the mantle of the Flash again with Rip showing up shortly after to borrow Wally for the Legends, though I've got no idea how that would play out. And Julian's still in there somewhere since he's still the CCPD's CSI even though Barry's had to quit. I imagine Ralph and Julian would very much not get along. (Julian and Eddie, though... they would definitely get along.)

#the flash #unfinished story idea #alternate season four story idea #as for where harry is in all of this... um... yeah i have no idea #he's there though #the speedster glyphs would wind up being important for helping them defeat DeVoe somehow #like... barry's blocking a lot of his traumatic speed force experience out but it's still in his subconscious #so there'd be him starting to remember and dealing with all of that

[oreolesbian]

hey: if someone is coming out to you, don’t talk over them, please just fucking listen. especially if you’re cishet.

they’re not just saying things, they know themselves more than you do, even if you think you know them so well and know what’s best for them and whatnot, you don’t. i’m sorry. nobody knows anybody as well as they know themselves. ever.

this person is queer. they’re telling you that because they’re trusting you. not because they want your opinion, but because they don’t want to hide anymore. cause hiding who you are fucking sucks. it does. you tip toe around everything that brings you joy and you feel like a fraud in your own skin. you literally aren’t you around people that are supposed to love you.

you may think you know gay people and are the best ally in the world. great. love that for you. don’t talk about that. by god, don’t make someone else’s coming out about you. cause it’s fucking not.

don’t try to guess why this person is queer. don’t try to “put it together.” don’t tell them, especially if they’re a kid, that they don’t really know themselves yet…that they don’t have the “experience.” cause god knows i’ve never heard anyone cishet be questioned as to why they are who they are.

you don��t have to have been in a relationship before to know you’re queer. only you can answer those questions. if you know, you know. simple as that. of course it may take a bit to get to that point for some, and that’s okay. it’s normal. you came into the world assumed cishet. so naturally you’ll assume the same about yourself until the day comes where you realize it’s all a load of a shit and you’re who you say you are—no one else saying it for you. if someone tells you you just don’t know yourself yet, fuck them. maybe you are questioning…who the fuck cares. it’s not their business. this goes for literally all ages. my own mom told me i couldn’t know i was gay yet when i was 16. then again at 18. and continuously on. they’ll keep saying it to you because what they’re really saying is that they don’t want you to be queer. because they think queerness is an anomaly, a phase, acting out, experimentation, etc. it’s not.

a queer person coming out to you is the ultimate form of trust. it’s fucking terrifying. every time. yes, every time, no matter how many times you do it. because you will do it. a lot. for the rest of your life, most likely. because people will always assume cishet first. you come out to literally everyone you know…and the walking on eggshells process of evaluating their persona and whether or not they might literally harm you is absolutely mentally exhausting.

every day i meet a new person, i have to check my queerness. am i being too obvious? if i am, does it matter? should i drop hints and gauge reactions? or dial it back just to be safe? will this girl i’m talking to assume i’m flirting and be disgusted with me or be chill with it? what if i’m actually flirting? how do i do that without being 100% sure it’s a thing i even can do with her? can i write this paper in class on a piece of queer media or will i be unintentionally outing myself? can i openly defend LGBTQ issues or will that also out me? will this person treat me differently if i tell them? oh god, now my stomach hurts cause two women are kissing on tv and the person next to me is rolling their eyes. should i act nonchalant? maybe i should only watch queer content alone from now on. oh shit my gay music is playing…turn it off turn it off! should i clear my search history? do i look too masculine today? do i look too feminine today? oh god, everyone around me KNOWS.

^^ this is a pretty regular thought process for me. yeah, i’ve got anxiety, but this is, to my knowledge of every queer person i’ve ever interacted with, pretty goddamn normal. doesn’t make it right, but it’s reality. so yeah, if you’re telling a queer person that’s never been in a relationship that “well then how do you know for sure?” i think this makes it pretty crystal fucking clear. do you know how hard it is for queer kids to not only come to terms with who they are, but confront the fears of being publicly out or even trying to gauge who is actually queer like them—who actually is in their dating pool? who they can trust with their true selves??

i would love it if i could walk up to a random girl on the street i think is cute and ask her on a date. but i can’t. because i have to think through all those things above, all the time, to protect myself and my sanity. cause i don’t want to be treated different or looked at weird. every time i come out, even subtly, my throat closes. cause i’m petrified. i’m beyond proud of who i am, it’s the truest part of me and a real confidence boost, but i’m beyond terrified of the hatred, the whispers, the stares. yeah, we’ve made progress, but the story’s still the same in our little heteronormative society.

don’t talk over queer people. do your best to understand our struggles, but acknowledge that you never will really understand. cause you can’t. even if you had a gay friend, my god. you don’t understand. i promise you don’t. if you want to be an ally, a real ally, can you just listen? please? things you may think are so simple for you aren’t always for queer people. i mean god, y’all don’t have to think twice about holding hands with a partner for crying out loud.

the queer experience is individual, different for everyone, so why do you possibly think you could understand it for someone else?

this is not a: gee it really sucks to be queer rant. cause it doesn’t. it’s great. our community has its ups and downs but i have formed the strongest bonds through the trust i’ve formed in other queer people in my life. but there are days where i just can’t fucking take it anymore. i’ll hear my family watch a stand up comedian downstairs whose punchline is my very existence. and they laugh. and i stay silent upstairs, nauseous. cause yeah, maybe they accept me, and that’s a blessing in itself, but i’m still an other to them. a joke. something to be looked at and criticized and critiqued and questioned. all because i love differently. and i don’t think it’s overly sensitive to be angry about that reality. cause i am angry. and sad. and trying my damndest every day to look towards the positive. cause mental health and self-care is important when you’re doing all these mental gymnastics on the daily.

so. someone comes out to you. thank them for their trust. support them. offer congratulations or happy feelings. maybe even a hug if they want one. acknowledge that you’ll never truly understand the queer experience, but that you want to at least understand enough to help and listen where you’re able to.

don’t ask how they knew. when they knew. question how. say they “don’t look queer.” say “i always knew.” etc. etc.

it may seem like simple harmless phrases, but they make a queer person feel like they’re being talked over. a point of discussion when all they wanted to do was to stop hiding themselves. it hurts even more when it comes from someone you care about. so please please please, try to be better. i don’t think it’s asking much.

#can y’all tell i came out today #and have a lot of thoughts about certain responses from my parents #who are supportive and i’m thankful but…there’s a lot to process #i wrote a whole rant but i decided to make this less personal and more broad #cause i feel like it’s important to say #i’m not the first person to say this (and prob not the last) but it needs to be said #and maybe i’m preaching to the choir out here with my queer af tumblr buddies but what the hell #lgbt #coming out #pride #long post

[enchanted--realm]

When Calls the Heart Live Ramples

Season 8 episode 9 Pre Wedding Jitters

That scene in 👏Nathan's 👏office👏 The lines they wrote for Kevin *chef's kiss* perfection. I mean, I still dont like this whole secret reveal thing. I think it's so dumb. Like, ain't no way the writers intended Nathan to have this secret when he first came to the show. I don't think he was suppose to have any secret at all. I mean, this whole, 'There's something he's not telling me' thing came out of nowhere. That aside, the love confession was great, again, and he left Elizabeth speechless again and she ran away, AGAIN. That tells me all I need to know. She cannot deny this man BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM. And if y'all think otherwise than you're delusional.

The game at the bachelorette party. It was obvious from the promo for this episode how this would play out. She reaches for Nathan's hands and thinks he's the one. (I was predicting that she would know it was Nathan and then feel uncomfortable and move on, but that didnt happen. She thought he was Lucas *bleh. Though I was still right in thinking Nathan would be 'the one' during this little game). We like that. I really liked how the party scene lasted longer than I expected. It wasnt even too long of a scene, but it was definitely long for When Calls the Heart. This show really needs to work on it's pacing. Everything happens so fast bc they have to cut to the millions of side plots that happen in every episode. My gosh, would they give us some focus please.

When Lucas came by Elizabeth's house in the morning I enjoyed that they interacted more casually with each other it seemed, at least it did on Elizabeth's part. Just through small details like the way she was casually leaning in the doorframe or her tone of voice. She wasnt so awkwardly polite...but Lucas still was. Lucas is so polite it's uncomfortable. Like I don't feel like anybody could just be themselves around him, bc it's like every meeting has this awkward air of being polite to an acquaintance you dont know well. Ugh it's so weird. I didnt like that Elizabeth told him Nathan's reveal. I feel she should have kept that to herself. Ugh and then Lucas wanted to act all protective and 'talk' to Nathan. Oh please. That is not his place. Elizabeth is obviously the one who needs to talk with Nathan and it's no one else's business what goes in between them, besides Allie of course. And speaking of Allie, I thought her scenes were really good and thoughtful. I still think it was weird that Lucas got her a gift for her adoption ceremony, but whatever we are past that now. I like that her character is being more mature about everything too. I really hope we get a scene where Allie and Elizabeth have their own conversation though. They need it. I'm not sure how I feel about that obvious Paul (Florence's son) having a crush on Allie. It seems that the writers will want them to like each other. I guess it could be cute? It's just a little awkward bc we havent seen this Paul kid around before so it creates a weird air that the only reason he shows up now is to be a school crush for Allie. Eh. Jaeda was great though and I think she did her scenes well.

After Lucas and E talked, I think it's obvious to Lucas that Elizabeth has strong feelings for Nathan and that she's just running away from them. I mean, she told Lucas that when Nathan told her he loves her all she could do was say nothing and just leave. *holds out arms and stares with a 'well, there you have it' expression'* IT DOESNT GET ANY CLEARER THAN THAT. I wonder if the writers will make Lucas step down bc he cant be with someone who will never love him. Idk how Lucas will react honestly, Lucas's character is such a mystery to me I could never know what he would do in a situation that didnt involve setting up a perfectly romantic date or sweet talking someone with an annoyingly, unrealistic, perfectly understanding polite response.

Elizabeth was also super rude to the people she cares about in this episode. The way she talked to Rosemary. First, she didnt like hearing what Rosemary had to say, which implies that she may have been blaming Nathan for Jack's death. That is such a horrible thing to hold against someone. I mean I could understand why she would feel that way but just for a moment. I mean she should understand how completely wrong and irrational that thought process is and that she shouldnt blame Nathan. TWO, then she had the nerve to tell Rosemary something like 'why would you think that comment would help me right now'. Wow Elizabeth. Gee, maybe she's saying the truth and she's also your friend and just trying to talk things through and give her opinion as a way to help you through your difficult situation. God forbid she doesnt say the perfect thing that you needed to hear at that time, she can't read your mind. I thought that was incredibly rude. It hurt to see Rosemary hurt. And then later she told her that she should leave her house. *SCOFF* man, she was really hitting Rosemary hard this episode. If I were in Rosemary's shoes, yes I would be hurt, but I think I would mostly be understanding of what Elizabeth might be going through and not take anything personally. E's lucky that Rose is such a good friend. OH! What Rosemary told Nathan in the library! She totally implied with her little metaphor comparison that Nathan was making Elizabeth unhappy by getting in the way of true love, i.e. Lucas and Elizabeth. I-- wow! Everyone is against this man. I'm so glad that Nathan stands firm. I mean he knows that Elizabeth feels strongly for him based off her reactions to his honesty with her and how she never denies anything and just runs away. I mean, it's plain as day. Let's not forget the *speechless gaze into each other's eyes* 'I can't' from Honestly, Elizabeth.

I think that's it regarding the love triangle. I absolutely despise the Faith and Carson relationship. And I cant believe they made him say, come with me to Baltimore and we can see in a year if we want to get married. That is so dumb. He just asked Faith to drop everything and leave her life in Hope Valley for a 'I might break up with you in a year' situation. Dumb. This is definitely out of character for Carson. It's obvious the writers are just trying to get rid of him and make him not be missed by the audience. They clearly want us to favor Faith, but she couldnt be more annoying honestly. I wish she were leaving and Carson would stay in Hope Valley. But whatever.

I dont like how every side plot seems to be about some couple's budding relationship. I mean aside from the love triangle, we have Florence and Ned, Molly and Bill, Clara and Jesse (though not a budding relationship, it's still all about their relationship) and now Rachel and Christopher and oh yes also Fiona and whoever that guy is and wow I'm still missing Faith and Carson. Thats 6 other romantic relationships in the show (not including the also important one of Rosemary and Lee) and I'm probably leaving one out. Oh yes, now possibly Allie and Paul. 7. Seven relationship side plots!!! Omg I'm going crazy!! They need to learn how to write some actual plot! What happened to town problems and family drama! Thank goodness we have Henry Gowen and his son (cant believe I just complimented that out of nowhere concept but hey) and the oil thing with Lucas and Henry, barely ever a plot line. This show needs better writing. There's no glue holding the town together and even when there is, it's so small or happens so fast that it doesnt have any long lasting and meaningful affect.

If I weren't so invested in Elizabeth's plotline and in need of some wholesome tv, I would have stopped watching a long time ago. Oh and the last thing. The mention of Abigail. I'm so glad Henry mentioned her because she was very important to him and his character growth. His character arc is one of the saving graces of the show and it needs to be given more attention.

Okay in short, Elizabeth was hecka rude, Nathan is wonderful and so was that office scene. We also stan Allie. Next week's episode also looks like a dud and I dont think much will happen.

#when calls the heart live #when calls the heart season 8 #when calls the heart #wcth

[desire-tenderness]

I will return to old Brazil

I’m three weeks away in New York on a laser and independence trip, I miss home. It’s only two days away and soon I’m back in Brazil to meet my family and friends. I was taking the opportunity to organize some of the things, like some clothes and documents, that’s when I missed my passport. “Where did it go, my God?! My credit card was on the cover. I’ve turned this apartment upside down and can’t find it anywhere. There’s no way I lost! This shit only happens to me. I only have two more days stay in this Irbnb, how will I solve the problem of passport loss in two days without my credit card!? I don’t have a penny more.” [ranting, going into outbreak] “OK, relax, I’m smart! I need to raise money for at least another day or two, I have enough for daily meals. Well, didn’t I want to experience something unique and inspiring? Here’s a chance to have a tragic story to tell and laugh at later.” [I thought out loud]  “I can manage as a street performer, starting tomorrow. I take my ukulele and some blank sheets of paper and make illustrations of pedestrians, I hope to reap the benefits of that. The last place I remember seeing my passport was yesterday when I was at the MoMA. Now I need to go back there and hope that I find in the "lost and found" of the place.” [The next day] I woke up early today and I’m already on my way to Central Park, hoping to find a space on Bethesda Terrace to play. The first time I went I saw a young man playing the cello so beautifully, it made me overflow with emotion. I played some songs, I noticed that I had a very positive return looking at the cover of Ukulele, I was curious to tell how much money I had made with those 5 songs played. It’s quite amazing the satisfaction of playing there, people seem to want to hear me play. I thought of ending with Naive - The Kooks and so I did. - I'm not saying it was your fault Although you could have done more Oh, you're so naïve, yet so..   {music}

Soon formed a circle of people singing together, I was shivered, did not imagine that The Kooks still had an audience. A little girl left $16 on the cover of the instrument, it made me float. With less than a minute to go, I saw a wonderfully attractive boy, at least 15 feet away, "do I know you?" I thought while I messed up a song. At the end of the last song I thanked him and forced my eyes to reach the boy again, but he was no longer there. The minute I thanked her, the same little girl started pulling a leather saying "one more, one more". I didn’t have a repertoire anymore and I couldn’t think of anything. The sky was with an attractive texture and the climate had a palette of color that sent me the song Postcards From Italy - Beirut and without thinking too much about whether or not it made sense for the moment, I started playing and singing. As I played, I closed my eyes to feel the instrumental climax of the song that was approaching. And when I opened my eyes the same boy I saw from afar was standing in front of me watching my show. Who was he? Timothée Chalamet. My whole body was frozen with the fright, but I didn’t want to leave anything evident. If I showed my anxiety, that space would turn into an afternoon of autographs and I don’t want to take your time. Did he give me money? The cover of the instrument had received more notes of paper, but for being with eyes closed I could not see. He smiled and nodded, turned away. I kept silent. Second then I hurried thanking everyone for my return, guarding my instrument and taking my bag. I run after him. - Hey! Timo! He turned at the same second, confused, trying to find who called him. He must have noticed me tightening my stride to get close to him as soon as possible. - Hi! Our is a pleasure, I can’t believe it’s really you. I let you go so you wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but I needed to talk to you and thank you for listening to me play and a lot of other stuff. Sorry, I’m talking too much, all right? I spoke so fast that I hardly breathed. He laughed. - Hi, Beirut, huh? It goes well with today’s weather. It was nice! Am I well and you? Alias, your name? - Do you like Beirut? Gee. My name is (xxxx) but it doesn’t matter now. - Yes, you do. Are you from New York? - No, I come from Brazil. I’m traveling.. The words were disappearing from my mind as the minutes passed, I was somewhat hypnotized. - Cool! I really want to see Brazil someday. Do you want a photo? - Man I want a photo yes. I never thought that moment would be here and now. We took the photo, he thanked me for coming to him and for me playing with such emotion. He finally said that it was "very harmonious". And with a lot of pain in my heart I let him go. "Gee, I met Timothée chalamet two days before returning to Brazil! I must confess that fate has killed, just bring my passport back." [I thought out loud] Arriving at the Moma I received the terrible news that my passport was not there, it was my only hope going down the drain. I wanted to cry out of desperation, but I was also totally happy to have met Timothée and to have taken a picture that I will keep for the rest of my life. "I wish I’d been calmer and sane, I guess I just thought I was crazy. I hope he hasn’t noticed my despair, anxiety and complete fascination. Well, back to what I need to focus on.. Do I get some freelance work at some designer studio? Well, it could be a coffee shop. " The day has gone by so fast, the clock is almost 4:00 p.m. I think I’ll have a cup of coffee and a bite to eat, and I’ll get a job, if that’s not too embarrassing. I thought I’d walk around the West Village and find some cool coffee over there. Said and done, I found a coffee visibly attractive and had a delicious smell coming out the door, but it was empty. I think this is the perfect opportunity for a presentation, so I’m gonna eat something first. I ordered a latte and a lobster, one of my favorite treats. That crispy puff pastry, filled with vanilla cream, caramel and flor de sal makes me roll my eyes. I ate with such desire that I began to remember how surprising my day was. I thought I would make an illustration of the Timothée, a drawing of how I met him, the ambience was delicious to draw in peace and so I did. I noticed that someone came through the cafeteria door, I heard the sound of the door open. It was him, he was again in the same environment as me. The coincidence was so much that I could hardly believe it, I kept my calm. He sat across the room, pretended not to see it.

On the local radio started playing First date - Blink, obviously I started singing and trying to finish my drawing as soon as possible, who knows he could see before going. "Lets go! Don’t Wait! this night’s Almost over Honest, Let’s make this night last Forever' {Music} Suddenly someone came to my table and put a glass of Vanilla Malt and a snack with a great smell. When I looked up he completed the harmony. - Forever and Ever, Let’s make this last Forever. Hi again! "Are you kidding that this is really happening? And if it is not? Well, I will act as if I were dreaming, I can do better in this communication" - I don’t believe it. This is crazy, what are you doing here at my table?! - Would you like me to leave? - You’re crazy, of course not, sit down, please! - So, what are you doing? Wait, that’s... that’s me?! Fuck!  [He pointed to the drawing] - hãnn yes, look.. this coincidence I will never live again. Now in my head I go through a cruel dilemma. - Which would it be? Excuse me. [He took the marvelous drawing and took a photo] - Should I finish it and give it to you, or should I ask for an autograph and frame it? - Hmm look.. my autograph is nothing, I would ruin the drawing, but it’s so awesome, I would love it if it was mine, but I took a picture, it’s worth the frame! - Arranged, Mr. Chalamet. I told him about my passport drama and how distressed I was. His face of "Holy shit, I’m sorry, you’ll have a headache" didn’t help. But he offered me real help with this red tape. "Does that mean I’ll see you beyond today?!" - Okay, you’re tense. Let’s break the ice by relaxing with a theatrical technique. I say a word, you think fast and say the first one that pops into your head. -Okay... Can I get started? [What’s going on here? ] -Yes, of course, yes! - Silver - Gold - Desire - Fire - Friend - you - Call me by your name - And I call you by mine. Oh shit! [laughed with his hand in his mouth] - That’s pretty cool hahaha let me ask. What are you going to do now? I’m really surprised to see you "living normally" - It is sometimes I get this feat. But anyway, I have no plans. - Do you want to go to the street cinema and see what classic is going on today? - My God, yes I am, thank you for the suggestion. We left the cafeteria and I didn’t ask for a job, I don’t regret it, my day is being fucking awesome. We went to the cinema of East Village and Singing in the rain was on display, that was perfect! I’ll watch one of my favorite movies with Timothée, it’s the fourth time I’ve pinched myself and I notice it’s not a dream. This day cannot end. We took the tickets and entered without him being stopped or recognized, I was relieved. And sitting next to him in a movie theater, all I could think about was how I wanted to be able to take his hand, kiss it as classically as the movie we’re watching. He made a story, I’m dying to open my phone and see, knowing that I’m next to him and nobody else but me and he knows, fuck!

At the end of the movie we came out, another coincidence or not, it was raining. I had my instrument and drawing sheets in my purse, but I wanted to literally sing in the rain, only without an umbrella. I dropped everything on the stairs and called him into this brief shower of rain. EPIC. I danced and sang in the rain with Timothée Chalamet and he seems absurdly happy about it.

We end with: "Come on with the Rain I have a Smile on my face I walk down the Lane With a happy refrain Just Singin', Singin' in the Rain" - Do you fancy a bagel or something? - I’m in! Tompkins? - Sure, and you have better? I answer, no way. - That’s so sweet, come on! And so we continued, hungry, laughing and wet. I think he appreciates moments like this, you can see in his eyes extreme pleasure and relief, that’s beautiful. The hunger was so great that we ate 3 bagels with bacon, eggs and cheese. We were wet so we ordered for the trip and ate outside. During the final bites we’ll talk about my passport again. - Where was the last time you saw him and when did you realize he was gone? - The last time was in Moma, the day before yesterday. But I went back there and they did not find.. I realized last night when I was starting to leave part of the suitcases ready to "go back to Brazil tomorrow". - Have you looked in the pockets of the clothes you wore when you went to Moma? - I looked at that jacket 10 times and I couldn’t find it. - Why do you think it’s in my jacket? I always carry a full pair of pants. - My God this is so obvious! I took the laundry to the building, if it is there I owe you my life. - Stop it. Can I go with you and film you finding your passport? [He laughed] - That if I find, will know a mix of relief, gratitude and anger. [laughs together] - Come on.

Yes, my passport and credit card were always "with me", were in the inside pocket of the pants as he had said. I was about to explode with relief!

I was ready to corrupt the good impression made during the day, but I was so excited and happy that I jumped in his lap grabbing his neck and kissing his cheeks.

He was silent as he stared at me confused as he held my thighs around his waist. I felt his breath on my neck, I didn’t want to leave, but I needed to.

- I’m sorry, really, I’m just happy. Thank you. - Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’m glad you found it. Do you still want that autograph? - Of course! [ He signed my drawing and took another picture of it, but this time with me holding the art. ]

- Sing one last song before I go. - My God that hard, I don’t know. Huh.. Sing with me? - If I know. Then I started singing Marvin Gaye’s Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, he seemed surprised. "Just call my name I’ll be there in a Hurry You don’t have to Worry'Cause, baby, there Ain’t no mountain high enough Ain’t no Valley low enough Ain’t no river wide enough To Keep me from Getting to you, baby" We laughed and finished. I was almost crying. Shame, I’m not a child. - So that’s it, I will be eternally grateful for today. Thank you and good luck girl, it was a pleasure. He turned and opened the door, waved his hand. And I recited.. "Now, when Twilight dims the sky above Recalling Thrills of our love There’s one Thing I’m Certain of I will Return to old Brazil" He smiled and came back to me, kissing my forehead. - Until one day, anywhere in the world. - See you, Timolito. He came out and I cried. {This is a fanfic. All I write about is my feelings and desires. TEXT BY: L.M }

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #fanfic #nova york

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi there! I am a huge fan of your writing. You’re so talented!! All of your stories are pure GEM!!! Anyway, I have a story idea: reader is tom’s childhood friend and she substituting Harry as Tom’s assistant during one of his filming. Only if you don’t mind :) Thaank you!!

Thank you so much!!

Old Friend

part two

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

more like this:I might be the writer if we were a movie

“Are you serious?” Tom whined Into the phone.

“I know.” Harry sighed. “I’m sorry. But if I don’t make up my exam today, my professor is gonna fail me. There’s no way I can make it to set today.”

“It’s not your fault.” Tom didn’t want to put the blame on his brother. “I just really need an assistant. I get disorganized and stressed when you’re not there.”

“I know. That’s why I’m sending in a substitute assistant for the day.” Hardy replied.

“A substitute?” Tom sighed. “Who? I don’t really feel like teaching a stranger my whole schedule.”

“I already got them up to date on what they need to do.” Harry assured his brother. “And they’re not a stranger. You’ll know her when you see her.” 

As if on cue, Tom heard a knock on his trailer door.

“Tom?” You asked as you entered his trailer. Tom turned to the voice and his eyes widened at the sight of his childhood best friend. You were grown now, as was he. Your baby face had melted into a beautiful young woman. Your hair was lighter and your skin tanner, no doubt from the LA sun. He hadn’t seen you since you were 10, and you told him with tears running down your face that you were moving to America after growing up next to each other all your lives. Tom let the phone fall from his hand and felt his throat dry out.

“Y/n?” He asked hopefully. “Is that really you?”

“I think so.” You smiled. That was something that hadn’t changed. You still had the same angelic smile Tom remembered from his childhood, and it made him smile back.

“I haven’t seen you since we were kids. God, I barely recognize you when you’re not in a princess dress.” Tom laughed, still taking you in.

“And somehow, you still look like a prince. Nice hair.” You nodded towards his quaff and he blushed in embarrassment. It felt like you had fallen right back into how you used to be, and Tom was loving it.

“Trust me, it wasn’t my decision.” Tom defended his Prince Charming-esk hair.

“I like it no matter who’s decision it was.” You shrugged with an easy smile. “I see you still like to wear the same clothes.” You pointed at his Spider-Man suit with a cheeky smile. You and Tom had grown up in love with the 16 year old superhero, and him playing him was a dream come true.

“Yep.” Tom agreed, thinking back to late nights on the trampoline pretending to be Spider-Man. “This ones a little fancier but a lot harder to use the bathroom in.”

“If I remember correctly, you never had a problem using the bathroom in uncomfortable costumes before.” You raised your eyebrows and Tom groaned.

“I pee my pants during one school play and you never let me forget it.” He whined.

“Just trying to keep you humble, movie star.” You winked. “And I can’t get over it since it was during my only speaking line.”

“I was nervous.” He declared.

“You were a tree!” You protested.

“A nervous tree.” Tom defended. “And I can promise you, I have not peed during any scene since then.”

“I hope not, because as your assistant, I’d have to help you clean up.” You pointed out.

“How’d you end up as my assistant anyway?” Tom wondered, not that he was complaining.

“I moved to LA a month ago to follow my career and I ran into Harry yesterday at a cafe. He told me he was about to fail some class and I asked what I could do to help, and this is what I could do.” You replied. 14 years missing each other and you just so happened to run into Harry in a cafe.

“I’m gonna feel bad making you do things for me though.” Tom realized. He didn’t want to boss the only girl he ever loved around all day. Getting coffee was beneath you.

“Don’t.” You assured him. “Do you know how hard it is to find a job in LA? I will be your assistant for the rest of my life if you want.”

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded, feeling a little disappointed that you were only in it for the job.

“Plus, I get to hang out with my childhood best friend on a million dollar movie set. Trust me, I’m living the dream.” You smiled and poked his arm. At the first contact with you in 14 years, Tom felt his body light up like a live wire. He pulled you into a hug and held you there as if his life depended on it.

“I have missed you.” He said, voice wavering with emotion.

“I guess I missed you too.” You shrugged in his arms.

“Ouch.” Tom laughed at your indifference.

“I’m only teasing.” You laughed back. “My friends from high school and college know everything about you. You were all I talked about.”

“I get it. You wanted some street-cred for knowing a celebrity.” Tom said with a cocky grin.

“I actually never told them you were famous.” You answered, still in his arms.

“Really? You didn’t tell them you and Spider-Man used to finger paint portraits of each other?” Tom looked down at you the best he could.

“I told them about those portraits, but not that it was with Spider-Man.” You replied.

“Why not?“ Tom wondered.

“Because it wasn’t.” You shrugged. “It was with you. I knew you before you were famous and that’s the Tom I remember. I told them about how you were secretly a great carpenter but pretended to be bad so your mom wouldn’t make you go to carpentry school and how you accidentally ran over a butterfly with your bike and cried for a month. Those are the things I remembered and loved about you. You being famous is the least interesting thing about you.”

Tom was speechless with your words. You loved him for him, and clung on to your memories the same way he did. He squeezed you tighter and sniffled a little.

“I really missed you, Y/n.” He repeated. It was all he could say.

“I missed you too.” You smiled softly as you hugged your childhood best friend. You and Tom stood in silence, quietly swaying as he rested his chin on top of your head. No words were spoken, but no words were needed. You let your body language speak the words you didn’t have a chance to all those years you were apart.

“Now go make me a coffee.” Tom said, breaking the silence. You slipped out of his hug and gave him a shocked face.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Tom pulled your back into his arms with a laugh, placing a gentle “welcome home” kiss on your forehead. “I drink tea.”

You spent the day at Toms beck and call. He was incredibly easy to work with and just as kind as you remembered. He always sent you away with a “please” and greeted you with a “thank you.” You brought him his tea, script, schedule, and anything else he asked for. He was filming all day, but spent every break and lunch with you, just catching up. He learned that you were single and trying to become a playwright. Tom told you you’d be amazing. He was just as you remembered; goofy, annoying, and just about the sweetest guy alive. The day ended before you knew it and soon it was time to leave.

“I’ll see you when I see you.” You said as you gathered your things from Toms trailer, feeling deflated. He was busy at work and your time together was ending.

“Right, I’ll see you.” Tom said before putting his hand over his pocket. “Oh, what’s that? My phone is ringing?”

“I don’t hear a-“ you tried to say.

“-oh, it’s definitely ringing.” Tom cut you off as he took out his phone and held it to his ear. “Hello? Oh Harry! It’s Harry.” Tom whispered to you. “What’s that? You can’t be my assistant tomorrow either? You’re failing another class? Gosh golly darn it. I don’t know where I’ll find an assistant on such short notice.” Tom sighed loudly and you bit back a smile as his ridiculous behavior. “What did you say? You think Y/n should stay for another day? That’s a great idea Harry. Gee, I wish I thought of that idea. I’ll ask her. Okay. Bye now.” Tom pretended to hang up the phone and looked at you.

“Harry’s not coming tomorrow either.” Tom sighed again.

“Really? I had no idea.” You played along.

“I guess you’ll just have to be my assistant again tomorrow.” Tom shrugged as if he didn’t orchestrate the entire plan.

“I guess I will.” You shrugged back. You and Tom shared shy smiles, feeling like kids again.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked as you made your way out.

“Yes. Tomorrow.” Tom nodded and watched you leave.

“Damn it.” The director grumbled as he got off the phone the next day.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you fixed Toms hair before his next scene where Spider-Man had to save a girl from a falling truck.

“The extra broke her leg over the weekend.” He answered. “She’s not coming.”

“Can’t you just use someone else?” Tom asked.

“We’d have to find a girl who can fit into her costume and act in under half an hour to stay on schedule. That’s not happening in such short notice.” The director sighed and checked his clipboard.

“Y/n could do it.” Tom spoke up.

“What?” You asked him.

“It’s perfect.” Tom continued. “You can act and you can fit into her costume. We used to do plays all the time when we were younger.”

“A year 3 play is a lot different from a Marvel film.” You reminded him.

“Not really. Anthony Mackie acts like a third grader anyway.” Tom answered. “You’ll be fine. All you have to do is scream.”

“Tom, I can’t.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Please?” He begged. “If we don’t shoot this scene today the whole movie will be delayed.”

“I’ve never been on camera before. I can’t just jump into a Spider-Man movie.” You protested.

“I did! Actually, I flipped in.” He corrected himself. “That’s besides the point. The point is, you’re amazing, you’re talented, you’re here, and I need you.” Tom listed. “Please?”

You looked at Tom and sighed. “What do I have to do?”

“Yay! Thank you!” Tom kissed your forehead. “All that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna swing down and pick you up to stop you from being crushed by a falling truck. Then we just swing around New York before I set you down all safe and sound. That’s easy enough, right?”

“Swing me around?” You gasped. “How high?”

“40, maybe 50 feet.” Tom shrugged.

“50 feet?!” You shrieked.

“I said maybe!” He shot back.

“I’m not good with heights.” You whined.

“It’s okay. I’ll be holding onto you the entire time. You’ll be safe in my arms.” Tom assured you, and you almost believed him.

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip.

“Come on, Y/n. We were the biggest Spider-Man fans as kids. You always told me it was your dream to swing around in his arms. This is your chance.” Tom pleaded with you as you felt the eyes of the entire cast and crew staring at you.

“My chance to fall 50 feet and die.” You shot back.

“You won’t fall. I won’t let you.” Tom promised as he held his hands under his chin in a pleading position.

“Fine.” You blurted. “What do I have to say?”

“You don’t have any lines. You just need to scream. You don’t even need a script.” Tom smiled as you were rushed off to hair and makeup.

Next thing you knew, you were changed into your costume, harnessed and had wires attached to you, Tom as well.

“Ready?” Tom gave you an excited thumbs up.

“No.” You answered, but couldn’t help the smile that appeared. Tom shot a grin back at you before slipping on his mask. The first story nodded at you, and you nodded back.

“Action!” The director called.

You did as you were told. You started running away as the cameras followed, always looking back and screaming.

You tried to go left and a car exploded in your way.

You tried to go right and a telephone line fell, blocking your path as sparks flew. You had nowhere to go and no one to save you. Then, the truck came flying at you. You screamed and covered your face just before Spider-Man came swinging in and swept you off your feet. You kept your eyes shut as Tom gave your hip a reassuring squeeze. You didn’t watch as you felt the worse pulling you higher and higher. You just held on tightly to Toms neck and prayed for a safe landing.

“Give is a scream!” The director called from below. You did as you were told.

“It’s okay. I got you!” Tom said triumphantly as Peter. He saw the platform he had to land on and squeezed your hip twice to let you know it was ending. He stuck his landing and you felt your feet touching the floor again. You slowly took your face out of the crook of his neck and looked around, timid and afraid, before looking at Tom.

“See? I told you I got you.” Tom laughed sprightly and gave you a squeeze.

It was in the script.

All of it.

The words, the swing, the moment. The extra who didn’t show up knew that. Tom knew that. The cast and crew knew that.

Not you though.

You’d never read the script. Not that scene anyway. So in the rush of the moment with your favorite superhero’s arms around you and your heart beating rapidly from the adrenaline, you lifted Toms mask above his nose and kissed him firmly without a second thought. The kiss softened and he cupped your face before you pulled away and shook your head to wake yourself up.

“Thanks Spider-Man.” You said bashfully and slowly took your arms from around his waist.

“Okay. You have a good day ma’am.” Tom pretended to tip an invisible hat at you and ran out of frame.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“Sorry, I kinda went off script at the end there.” You quickly commented to both Tom and the director before it could get anymore awkward between you and Tom. He hadn’t removed his mask yet, and you were glad he hadn’t. You didn’t even know why you kissed him. You just did. Everything in you told you you had to.

“No problem. You were feeling the moment. All good actors do. You’ve felt the moment before, right Tom?” The director asked.

“I definitely felt something.” Tom said in a strange way.

“Y/n, Tom, great work. I think we got everything we need. You two can go home for the day. See you tomorrow.” He smiled and patted Tom on the back. Tom removed his mask and was just as red underneath. At first, no one spoke. Then he cleared his throat, then you. Finally, you had to speak.

“Sorry about that.” You offered.

“Don’t be.” Tom smiled tightly.

“It’s just, you know how long I’ve loved Spider-Man and when we were shooting that scene��, your heart started to pound again like it did when you were in the air, “it all felt so real. You in your suit looking like Peter Parker, I mean it was just magical.”

“I’m aware of how magical it was.” Tom smiled genuinely this time.

“No, but you’re used to it. Swinging around with the wind in my hair and your arms around me, I just got so emotional that I kissed you” you explained. “All I could do in that moment was kiss you. Uh, kiss Spider-Man I mean. I just really needed to kiss Spider-Man.”

“Right. Spider-Man.” Tom nodded, suddenly wondering if he wanted to be more than friends with his old friend.

Part two

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[xreaderbooks]

Come back to me 

Pair: 1940s! Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary: You’re in love with your best friend, Bucky, who’s going to war. You might’ve run out of time to tell him.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Fluffy/ Soft Bucky (yes It is that serious), Jealousy 

Masterlist

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You stomped your way into the diner ignoring all the stares coming your way. “When the hell were you going to tell me you enlisted?” You noticed he was trying to talk up some red haired girl, but you ignored her and continued giving him a knowing face with your hand on your hip, waiting for him to answer.  The smirk he had on his face while he was talking to the girl faded as his face paled. He cleared his throat attempting to recover. “Dot, this is my friend (y/n).” He ran a hand through his hair. “(y/n), can you give me a sec?” 

You rolled your eyes and made your way to an empty booth. You saw him as his friend kiss his cheek saying goodbye. Finally he sat across from you, avoiding your gaze. “Well, What do you have to say for yourself?” You asked.

“Listen Doll-” 

“No don’t ‘listen doll’ me, do you have a death wish?” your fuming, you would never admit it to him but you were hopelessly in love with him. When you were kids, Bucky saved your other best friend Steve from getting beat up by bullies, ever since then you were a goner. Little things that he did would make you question whether what you were feeling for him was just friendly.  

One night Bucky decided that he should take you out dancing; it was one of the many ways he showed you that even though he went out with other girls, you were his best gal. Platonically, of course.

You got all dressed up in a blue v-neck cocktail swing dress, your hair half pinned up and half down in curls, red lipstick topping it all. He was going to pick you up at 7 o’clock exactly and you were counting down each second, full of nerves. You pinched yourself every time you thought it was a date. cause it wasn't. was it? you’ve been dancing with Bucky multiple times but for some reason this night it felt special, momentous even. 

It was 7 o’clock on the dot when the doorbell rang announcing Bucky's presence. You swung the door open, rushing outside before any of your roommates decided to pester you both with questions on whether or not this was a date. Which you did not even know how to answer that yourself. 

“Gee Doll, didn't know you were that embarrassed of me” He was looking down, avoiding your eyes while scratching behind his neck. 

“Buck, you know damn well every time you pass by they-” You turned around finally after fumbling around your clutch for your keys and locking the door. There was a look on his face you didn’t want to mistake for awe, but you let yourself have this moment allowing yourself to assume there was a possible chance he might feel the same way, just because this one look that seemed similar to the one you give him everyday. 

“God, you look beautiful.” you heard him mutter under his breath, at that you smiled. “You don't look so bad yourself, Barnes.” you nudged him and shifted past him. 

~~~

When you made it to Buckys’ go to dancing joint you got a little anxious, you had a slight fear of crowds. Bucky knew that and as if sensing your anxiety, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. It made you feel safer, until the crowd got lighter the deeper you went into the place. Though Contact wasn't completely severed, as he still held your hand guiding you towards the dance floor. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh no, You know I can’t dance Buck.” He pulled you along, you still resisting. “Doll, What’d you think we were gonna do when I said I wanted to take you dancing?” He gave you an amused look. 

You huffed “Fine, but if I step on your toes, don’t say I didn't warn you.” You settled for a spot where you couldn’t bump into as many people, a French song (la vie en rose by Edith piaf) was playing, you were chest to chest, you hoped he couldn’t feel your heartbeat. One of his arms secured on your waist, your hand on his shoulder, both you and buckys other hand fit perfectly in each other. You swayed to the song, your head layed on his chest, you were happy you decided, if this was the closest you were ever going to get to him in a semi romantic way; you were happy. 

Once that song ended, and a new upbeat song started then that’s where disaster started; Bucky was going to teach you how to dance. He spun you around giving, you an encouraging smile, as you fumbled around trying your best to not make a fool out of yourself.

You began to get a little frustrated with yourself. The other couples being able to do the jitterbug dance as you struggled. Bucky was being patient nevertheless, he was amused even! ‘Damn him’ you thought ‘With his charming smile and ability to dance like no ones watching.’

“And you said you couldn’t dance.” He laughed as you shot him a glare. “Hey, I'm proud of you. You've improved.” You shoved him playfully, hiding your smile.

He continued to attempt teaching you the simplest dances of your time; the charleston stroll, which you miraculously got the hang of. “There you go, Darlin’ you got it.” He laughed as you mimicked his movements. Luckily the dance he taught you easily fit with all of the songs that played making you enjoy the evening further.

Just as you were letting loose, jumping around with him, giggling. He stopped suddenly when the song shifted into another one. The mood becoming humorless. Eyes meeting yours. 

“(y/n), you know I would always come back to you right?” Grabbing your hands in his. 

You were confused why he asked that but answered anyway. “Y-yeah Buck” Was he leaving you? Leaving somewhere? If he was, Where was he going? and Why? 

He pulled away slightly to look you in the eye. “I mean it, Baby, you’re it for me. In everything I do, I’ll always come back to you.” Your heart swelled and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You were so close, you could see the detail in his deep blue eyes. Your eyes flickered to his lips, for a second you thought his did too. Just an inch closer and your lips would touch. Right before anything could happen a blonde woman sauntered over to where you both were. 

“James? James Barnes is that you?” She questioned. You internally rolled her eyes. Of freaking course you were going to get interrupted by a past conquest, possible new one.

Bucky snapped out of whatever trance he was in, looked over to the woman and smiled. That smug look he gave all the women he was about to seduce. ‘Great. Just great.’ you thought. What was about to happen was really just in the moment of whatever speech he gave was about and you two weren’t just about to kiss, you convinced yourself. 

Steve showed up a little while later, saving you from third wheeling any longer. He said that Bucky invited him earlier but he was busy doing something so he told Bucky he would be a late. That made you feel worse. You finished your drink and ordered another one. 

When the night had ended and Bucky was walking you back home you asked him who that girl was, He responded that she was just a friend, nobody you had to worry about. That made you question what made him think he had to reassure that she was nobody...it’s not you were bothered or at least you hoped he didn’t notice if you were. 

And because you are you, you pried more “Well she must be somebody if you ditched me for her.” It was a joke, sort of. You tried to hide the jealousy in your tone.

"I didn't ditch you for her, doll, just needed to catch up with her is all.” you internally rolled your eyes.

“Like I don’t know what ‘catching up’ means.” He caught you armed and moved you to face him. 

“Hey-” He grabbed your chin between his index finger and his thumb to make you look at him, “She is literally just an old family friend who knew me when I was a kid. Guess she noticed I grew up.” 

Moving away from him and walking up the steps of your home you said, “Yeah, I noticed too.” 

~~~

He finally looked at you after you were done with your questions. “Steve wanted to enlist so I did too.” your face deadpanned. 

“Is he an idiot?!” you gained looks from other customers who were eating. “Is he an idiot?” you repeated in a whisper scream. 

“There’s a war going on (y/n), we can’t just sit here and do nothing.” 

“Oh don’t act all American patriot with me.” He gave you a serious look that probably meant you should stop talking. You didn't, you continued on and on about how things can go wrong, which of course it’s a war, what can one expect. This was all just so you wouldn’t say “I love you, Please don't leave me.” Your two best friends would go off and be heroes, while you’d- well you don’t know what you’d do. You got teary-eyed. 

“I know this is hard and me and Steve are practically the only family you have left but think about it like this-” He reached over the table to grab your hand, brushing his thumb over the back of it. “The quicker we go in, the quicker we get out. The war will be over and everybody’s happy.” He smiled. 

“Fine but before you leave we’re going dancing.” You smiled back. 

“That’s my girl!”

~~~

As promised you did go dancing before they left. The next morning you woke up in the same clothes you went out in. Walking into you bathroom and looking into the mirror you saw the mess that was your hair and face. Smudged with makeup that you slept in over night and hair in its usual nest that it becomes overnight. During your shower and brushing your teeth you recall the events of last night. 

The memories rushing back of the kiss or kisses you and Bucky shared. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Then a thought appeared ‘What if he doesn't remember?’ You were almost certain the only way Bucky would Kiss you is if he was blackout drunk so you decided you wouldn’t tell him what you remembered.

Later that day when Bucky came to pick you up for your mid-afternoon walks to talk about your plans and what you’ve already done that day. Kind of just to vent; the topic of last night hadn't come up. Not the part that you so vividly recollect at least. You decided to stick with the plan to not tell him, because if there was a chance that you were right about him not feeling the way you do about him, then you’d rather not know. 

~~~ 

A week had passed and the time has come for your best friends to leave. Waiting for Bucky to pass by your place your anxiety builds up, You were finally going to tell Bucky how you felt. It was perfect, you could tell him how you feel so if he rejects, you wouldn't have to face him again until he comes back, which by then you’ll be over it and it’ll be something you both could laugh about. 

Always punctual, Bucky walks up to you. Your breath taken from you as you take in the sight of him in his uniform. You both came a long way from the kids you were. 

“How you doin’ Beautiful?” 

“I’d be better if you weren’t leaving me.” Feeling awkward, not knowing what to do you crossed your arms. Which did nothing since he pulled your arms down, wrapping them around his waist and putting his around you. The embrace felt shorter than it was. Your eyes were soon filling up with tears when he let go. 

“Hey, hey, hey” Bucky wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I won’t be gone long, maybe a couple months, maybe a year.” You scoffed. “Think about it like this; you needed knew friends anyways.” 

“Buck-”

“No listen (y/n), you can’t waste your life by sitting around waiting for me and Steve to come back home when there is a possibility that we aren't.”

“Why are you saying it like it’s a definitive thing.”

“Because it might be and I love you too much for you not to live your life while I'm gone.”

“You love me?” You asked, your heart fluttered. That’s when he started stuttering and before you had time to think straight you blurted out: 

 “I am in love with you.” you paused, hoping he’d say something, you continued. “Have been for years now and I thought you didn’t feel the same way until last week when we were drunk and I remember we kissed. I didn't wanna mention it because I thought you didn't remember and you probably still don’t-” 

He cut you off by grabbing your face and pulling you forward to kiss you. “I remembered too. 

Breaking out of the kiss with your foreheads pressed together, realizing that he had to go, you say “Come back to me.” 

“I will. I promise.” He gives you one final kiss before finally leaving. 

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[aaliyah-babe]

The One With The Thumb: Part Two

pairings: eventual joey x reader

authors note: i own nothing from friends, all credit goes to their respective owners. feedback is always appreciated.

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you, joey, chandler, rachel and ross had been playing softball with alan, get some quality time with him. you guys wanted to act like you didn’t win when you walked into the coffee house. with all the gear you leant on the couch,

“hi,” monica said, “how was the game?”

it was silent before you all yelled, “we won!”

“fantastic! i have one question, how is that possible?” she asked you all,

“alan,” you said,

“he was unbelievable!” ross yelled, “he was like that bugs bunny cartoon where bugs is playing all the positions, but instead it was, first base alan; second base, alan; third base, alan.”

“i mean, it was like, like, he made us into a team,” rachel said, handing you a water bottle.

“thanks,” you took a sip,

“yep, we sure showed those hasidic jewellers a thing or two about softball,” chandler said,

“nice!” him and ros high-fived,

“can i ask you guys a question?” monica asked, “do you ever think that alan is maybe sometimes..”

“what?”

“i dont know, a little too alan,” she said,

“what? no! i love that guy!” you said,

“oh, no that’s not possible,” rachel agreed with you, “one can never be too alan,”

“yeah, it’s his innate alan-ness that we adore,” ross agreed,

“i personally could have a gallon of allen,” chandler said.

it was the next day and you were up and at ‘em in work, waiting for jamie to come in, when he did you were surprisingly excited to see him.

“hey jame!” you smiled,

“hey y/n/n,” he smiled back, hugging you a little,

“what do we need for today? a hot dress, underwear, anything?” you asked him.

“uh, nothing. we kind of broke up last night,” you almost dropped the dresses you were holding when you heard that,

“oh jamie, i’m so sorry,” you rubbed his arm lightly,

“look, i know we just broke up, but would you maybe want to have dinner with me, saturday night?” he asked you,

“oh i don’t know, i mean you guys just broke up, okay i will!” you smiled, and he thanked you,

“here’s my number,” he handed you his number and left.

you sighed and rubbed your face, you just got asked out by someone incredibly hot.

you walked into the coffee house before hearing ross yell, “a thumb?!” and pheobe nodded,

“what’s going on?” you asked,

“pheobe found a thumb in her soda!” ross yelled

“eww,” you said, sitting down next to ross and joey.

“i know, i know, i opened it up and it was just floating in there like this tiny hitchhiker,” she said,

“well, maybe it’s a contest, like, collect all five,” you laughed at chandler’s joke.

“does, um, does anyone want to see?” she asked,

“no!” you all yelled,

chandler started to light a cigarette before you all yelled at him,

“no! put it out!”

“come on!”

“you know, it’s worse than the thumb,” rachel sighed,

“hey, this is so unfair.” chandler sighed,

“that is unfair?” you scoffed,

“so i have a flaw! big deal! like joeys constant knuckle cracking isn’t annoying,” joey was taken aback,

“and ross with his overpronounces every word; and monica with that snort when she laughs. i mean what the hell is that thing?” he asked, “i accept all those flaws, why can’t you accept me for this?”

you were all silent, and most of you looked down,

“does the knuckle cracking bother everybody?”joey asked,

“nope, not me. i do it too,” you cracked a few of your knuckles and everybody groaned at you.

“well, i could live without it,” rachel admitted,

“oh, well, is it, like a little annoying? or is it like when pheobe chews her hair?” pheobe immediately spat out the hair she was chewing,

“oh no, don’t listen to him pheebs! i think it’s endearing,” ross over pronounced the word,

“oh, you do, do you?” joey made fun of him, monica laughed before snorting and immediately she covered her mouth,

“you know, there’s nothing wrong with speaking correctly,” ross said,

“indeed there isn’t,” rachel mimicked, and ross looked at her, “i should really get back to work,” she said,

“yeah, otherwise someone may actually get what they ordered,” pheobe spat,

“ooh,” joey said,

rachel turned back around to look at pheobe,

“well at least i dont bite my lip every single second of the day!” she looked at you,

“wha- hey! it’s a habit!” you defended yourself,

the whole group started arguing while chandler continued smoking.

monica left to go to work when you reminded yourself of what jamie said, you guys were at the counter.

“rach! pheebs! guess what!” you said to them,

“what?” they both asked,

“i have a date this saturday!” you said excitedly, since you hadn’t been on a date in like a month.

“yay!”

“what’s his name? what does he look like?” rachel asked,

“tell us everything!” pheebs said,

“about what?” chandler asked, walking over to you three, joey and ross following,

“i have a date saturday night!” you screeched,

joeys face fell at this and only the boys noticed, you and the girls didn’t.

“you have a date?” he asked you,

“yep! with this amazing guy named jamie!” you started explaining the guy to them as joey and the guys went back to couch in the coffee house,

“joey? did i see jealousy when y/n was talking about her date?” chandler taunted,

“no,” he lied.

“you have feelings for y/n!” ross yelled but you or the girls didn’t hear it,

“so? you have feelings for rachel!” he argued,

“hey that’s different!”

“how is that different?” chandler asked,

“because uh, well, it’s just different okay!” he yelled,

“anyway! it’s chandler we should be worrying about! he’s the one with the smoking problem!”

while they were talking about chandlers problem rachel got a call from alan, he asked if he could speak to chandler,

“chandler... it’s alan, he wants to speak with you,”

“really, he does?” he perked up, with a cigarette in his hand, “hey buddy! what’s up?... oh she told you about that huh?” he looked at the cigarette in his hand, “well, yeah, i have one now and then. well, yeah now.. well it’s not that big.. well, that’s true, gee you know no ones, no ones ever put it like that before. so well, okay thanks!” he put down the phone before putting out the cigarette,

“god, he’s good,” rachel said to you and ross who had walked over,

“if only he were a woman,” ross sighed,

“yeah,” rachel and you agreed, before all sharing “what the fuck?” glances you sipped your coffee, rachel walked away and ross sat back down,

you guys went back to monica’s apartment and joey went to his, he seemed angry but you didn’t know why, she still wasn’t home and you were watching tv, laying across chandler and ross,

“and lamb chop and hush puppy...” the woman on the tv trailed off,

“ew, lamb chop, how old is that sock?” chandler asked, “if i had a sock on my hand for 30 years it’d be talking, too,”

“okay, i think it’s time to change somebody’s nicotine patch,” ross handed him the packet,

“hey,” monica said, walking into her apartment,

“hey!” you said getting up and walking to her, “guess what?”

“what honey?”

“i got a date this saturday!”

“good for you sweetie!” she smiled,

“i know!”

“where’s joey?” she asked you,

“i think he’s across the hall but i’m not sure, chandler where’s joey?”

“joey ate my last stick of gum, so i killed him. do you think that was wrong?” chandler asked,

“he’s across the hall,” rachel answered,

“thanks,” she said before leaving.

“there you go!” ross said after he had finished chandlers patch,

“ooh, i’m alive with pleasure now!” chandler said sarcastically.

“hey, pheebs? you gonna have the rest of that pop tart?” pheobe was just staring at what was left of her pop-tart, “pheebs?”

“does anyone want the rest of this pop-tart?” she asked, sighing,

“hey, i might!” ross said, and she handed it to him,

“sorry,” she apologised, “you know, those stupid soda people gave me $7000 for the thumb,”

“what?!”

“oh my god,”

“are you kidding me?”

“$7000?”

she nodded, “and on my way over here i stepped in him.” nobody understood what was going on now, “what is up with the universe?”

“what’s going on?” joey said, rubbing his hair with a towel as monica rushed him in,

“nothing! i just think it’s nice when we’re all here together,” she said,

“even nicer when everyone gets to wear their underwear,” he said, putting the towel over his legs when he sat down, but you could all still see it,

you stifled a laugh before pointing, “joey,”

“oh god!” he covered himself up more.

“okay,” monica turned off the tv, everybody groaning when she did so,

“please, guys. we have to talk.”

“wait, i’m getting a deja vu,” she thought for a second, “no i’m not,”

“what is it mon?” you asked her,

“alright we have to talk,”

“there it is!” pheobe pointed at her,

“okay, it’s about alan. there’s something that you should know. i mean, there’s really no easy way to say this. i’ve decided to break up with alan,” she said, everybody gasping as if it was a show,

“is there somebody else?” ross asked sadly,

“no, no, no, no, it’s just... you know, things change, people change,” she started,

“we didn’t change,” rachel sighed sadly,

“so that’s it? it’s over?” joey asked,

“just like that?” you frowned,

“you know, you let your guard down, you know, you start to really care about someone and i just... i...” she put her hair in her mouth.

“look, i can go on pretending...”

“okay!” joey said,

“no, that wouldn’t be fair to me, to alan, or to you.��

“yeah, well who wants fair?” ross asked, standing up, “i mean, i just want things back. you know, the way they were!”

“i’m sorry,”

“oh, she’s sorry,” chandler sighed, “i feel better,”

“i just can’t believe this, i mean with the holidays coming up,” you sighed, “i wanted him to meet my family,”

“i’ll meet someone else, there’ll be other alan’s,”

“oh, yeah, right,”

“are you guys gonna be okay?” she asked,

“hey, hey, we’ll be fine, we’re just going to need a little time,”

“i understand,”

she left to tell alan and you were sad, leaning on joeys shoulder,

“do you think there’ll be another alan?” he asked you,

“no! there is no other alan’s!” you sighed,

“well maybe your new boyfriend is an alan,” he sneered,

“huh? what? are you okay?” you got off him,

“yeah, i’m sorry i didn’t mean it like that,” he did, “i’m just gonna miss alan,”

“me too,” you hugged him, the others joining you in the hug,

rachel got out cake and ice cream to cheer us up as we went over the memories with alan,

“remember when we went to central park and rented boats? that was fun,” she handed you the icecream,

“yeah. he could row like a viking,” ross sighed,

monica walked in, “hi,”

everybody mumbled back to her,

“so how’d it go?”

“uh.. you know.”

“did, did he mention us?” phoebe asked, everybody looked at monica

“he says he’s really gonna miss you guys,” she said, and you sighed into joeys shoulder again, him hugging you,

“you had a rough day, huh?”

“oh you have no idea,” she sat down next to him,

“that’s it, i’m getting cigarettes!” chandler got up,

“no!”

“i don’t care! i don’t care! games over, i’m weak! i’ve gotta have the smoke!”

“if you never smoke again i’ll give you $7000 dollars,” pheobe said making him walk right back in,

“yeah alright,”

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[willowknee]

Changes- George Imagine

Title: Changes People: George X reader, ImAllexx Word count: 1790 Warnings: Swearing Songs to listen to: N/A Prompt/request: “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” A/N: This is the second Angst one-shot for George, one with a happier ending than the last 

Being best friends with Alex and George definitely came with its perks, for one, you were never lonely and you never had to worry about being judged for the stuff you watch or the games you like to play, you always had someone to go out for meals with, and you had your own personal councillors who only charged in snacks. On the other hand, it definitely had its disadvantages too, for example, the fact that you were desperately in love with one of them.

One George Andrew. 

For the most part, you were fine, you got on like you would any other time, and if you ever got shy, you would always find a way to play it off and pretend that you were acting shy when he made certain comments or jokes. But there were times where your Grammy worthy acting fails you, and that’s when you became jealous.

You would say you were close to George, really close, you confided in him about your past and all your worries and he confided in you too. That’s why it came as such a shock when out of nowhere George got a girlfriend. Just to clarify, it wasn’t you. You were taken aback, it seemed so out of nowhere, he had never mentioned talking to anybody or even having any interest in anyone.

You were hurt, to say the least, were you more invested in this friendship than he was? You hated being jealous, it was the one thing you hated the most about yourself, how easily you became jealous and how harsh you became, you hated it and you tried to avoid it as much as possible, to the point you refused to develop feelings for people in fear of getting hurt, but with George, it happened so fast and so hard there was literally no way you could have stopped it. You fell head over heels for him and for once, you didn’t mind.

When you looked at George you feel your breath literally catch in your throat and when he smiles at you, you can’t help but smile back, even if you had been sobbing your eyes out mere seconds before. The playful banter between you both is something you will always cherish, the times at 4 am when you were both still awake sat at the kitchen counter eating Alex’s cereal straight out of the box even after being told off multiple times by Alex himself for doing so, fights over what you would be playing, FIFA (George’s choice) or the new Modern Warfare (your choice). 

Every moment with George felt like a treasured memory, but after he started dating his girlfriend he became cold, distant, once instant replies now took days to come through, and even then they were short and somewhat evasive. He no longer had time to meet up and spend time, even if you were at Alex’s and George’s apartment, he was either out or in his room with her doing god knows what. 

When George first introduced you and Alex to her, you felt yourself distancing mentally, something you had done since a young age to help deal with stress, a coping mechanism as such, it was weird, really, you could handle stress. Art GCSE coursework? Fine, understaffed at work? No problem, but when it comes to emotional stress that’s where you seriously struggle. 

She seemed… nice. You weren’t exactly sure what to make of her, she seemed to love Alex, was joking around with him freely but when it came to you, she seemed to have a problem. You weren’t sure if it was your brain just making up the evil glares and dirty side-looks but you knew you felt off about her, she clearly didn’t like you. You knew that would cause a problem, how could you and George continue to be friends if his girlfriend had a problem with you? 

And you were right, of course. It did put a massive strain on your friendship with George, which ended up in a massive fight. 

“We’ve been best friends for so fucking long, George! You’re seriously going to throw that away because of your new girlfriend who has a problem with me- for no apparent reason?!” You scream, finally catching him alone in his front room, his girlfriend nowhere to be seen and Alex had just popped to the shops.

“She is my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake, Y/N, grow up! I’m not a kid! I like this girl and I want to make this work, I’m not throwing anything away!” He shouts back, feeling just as frustrated. 

“You fucking are! You’re so distant now, we don’t get to spend time together, it’s all about her, I get that you want to be with her, it’s a new relationship and it’s exciting- I get that! But you’re pushing me away, isolating me and it’s not fair,” You tried to get him to understand, but he ended up letting out a cry of rage, scaring you.

You hated confrontation and yet here you were, fighting. You were fighting for the attention of someone you couldn’t have. He clearly liked this girl if he was going as far as cutting you out of his life, you were being spiteful and you knew it, you hated that you were jealous when you had no right to be, George wasn’t yours, he was hers, it’s not you that he’s fighting for, it’s her. You knew that, but you still couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes as you watch the man you love, stand in front of you, slowly back away, as if he was disgusted at what he saw.

“Maybe if you fucked off and spent time with people other than me and Alex you could get yourself a relationship and you’ll be able to put yourself in my shoes,” 

His words were like a slap to the face. If you thought him getting a girlfriend hurt, watching him turn into somebody you knew he wasn’t hurt twice as much. 

“Maybe if you spent time with anyone other than your girlfriend you’ll realise you’re not you anymore, you’re not the loving, caring George we all know, you’re a dick.” You whisper the last part before walking towards the front door of their flat, needed to get out of there as soon as possible. 

It felt suffocating, your breathing was out of sync and you couldn’t see as the tears stream down your face, why does it feel like you had broken up when George wasn’t even yours to begin with? You barely register walking past Alex who had heard everything and you didn’t hear him as he shouted after you, desperate cries for you to come back. 

Alex turned to George who had come to the hallway to watch you walk away from him, he shook his head at the younger. 

“Why don’t you just tell her the truth, mate? You’re both hurting yourselves for no reason.” Alex sighs, shutting the door, texting Gee asking for her to check up on you.

“I can’t… wait, what do you mean both of us?” George asks, whipping his head to face Alex.

“What do you think I mean, you idiot? How can you be so goddamn oblivious to her feelings for you? She fuckin loves you mate, has for a long time,”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t for me to say, but as good as she thinks her acting is, it was bloody obvious George, she loves the fuck out of you and you just fucked her off for some random ass girl whom you’ve never spoken about,” 

George shakes his head, visibly at war with himself before he grabs his keys and races off, shouting a goodbye and thank you to Alex who just shakes his head in response, hoping that you two stopped being so childish and just accept the truth. 

Half an hour later he finds himself outside your door. He gently knocks on the door, before knocking with a bit more force just in case you didn’t hear. You open the door and glare, still not over the hurtful things he had said, maybe it was true, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Hi,” George says, quietly. 

“Hey,” You reply, your words blunt and your tone flat.

“Uh, can I come in?”

You contemplate it but ultimately decided that if you were to argue, it would be best to do it inside than in the hallway where anybody could listen in. You step aside and open the door wide enough for him to walk in. He kicks off his shoes and puts them on the shoe rack, you didn’t like people wearing shoes in your house, especially on the light coloured carpet. 

“Why are you here, George?” you ask, returning to your spot on the sofa, buried under your blankets.

“I’m here to apologise, I let things get out of hand, I turned into somebody I know I’m not and it only resulted in me hurting you, that’s not what I wanted,”

“What did you want then? It doesn’t make sense, George,”

He sighs heavily. “I wanted to forget you,”

Ouch. Talk about adding insult to injury. 

“You’re not doing a very good job stood here then are you?” You snarl, wondering what was the point of him driving twenty minutes to your house just to say more hurtful things. 

“No- look, Y/N. I wanted to forget you, things were changing and I panicked and thought the only way I could get some stability was to push you away and get a girlfriend, a distraction,” 

“What the fuck, George? If you had a problem with me you should have just straight up told me to fuck off, not toy with me and drag someone else into this!” You yell.

“For fucks sakes! You don’t get it, do you? I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me! I’m in love with my best friend and that never normally works out well, does it?”

You stare at George as if he had magically grew a second head. Did he just say what you think he said? 

“You what?”

“Just forget about-”

He never got to finish his sentence, you leap from your position on the sofa and run to him, barely giving him time to catch you in the process, you place your lips to his own in a very unceremonious manner, the kiss was rough and abrupt but it was perfect for you both, it was your first kiss and the first step into new territory which is both scary and exhilarating. 

“I love you too, dummy,”

#angst imagine #george #promted

[the-curious-butterfly]

I Want to be Yours

I do like to work on small things in between big projects and this thought occurred to me when me and my sister were talking about the last episode. If Amity’s parents can decide who she’s friends with then what’s stopping them from deciding who she dates. After all, she is getting up there in age. 

To say she felt disgust was an understatement. She was angry, she was appalled, she was distraught and overcome with desperation. Proud, Amity Blight, was desperate to find any way out of the predicament she found herself in. She had collapsed and sank to her knees soon as she entered her room while the events of moments prior played in her mind like a nightmare on loop. 

“Amity, it has come to I and your Father’s attention that you are going to be fifteen this year will you not?” 

“Yes, mother” Amity replied in a tone that would not dare to be anything but polite. 

“I’m sure you are aware that the son of an important friend of ours has recently turned fifteen?” Her Father.

As if she could be anything but aware, Amity was quite certain she knew who they were speaking of. She had been forced to go to his party and suffer the humiliation of being openly gawked at by not just him but his friends. The whole event made her sick to her stomach and if not for her fortitude she’d have thrown up the cake upon first bite. 

“I’m aware, but what does he have to do with anything?” She wondered or at least tried to pretend the ice in her veins wasn’t what she thought it was. But Amity has never been an idiot. 

“Do not play dumb child, you know he likes you.” her mother chided.

Amity internally blanched, like was a strong word. 

“He likes a lot of girls.” She tried desperately to steer the topic away though she knew, with no small amount of dread, that the outcome was unavoidable. 

“He’s a man, of course he does, but I heard from his father that he’s particularly interested in you.” 

Of course he is. Roman “liked” every girl. But he eyed Amity more often then most. Many guys like him did, she was smart, pretty, strong-willed, and loaded. Their desire to own her was purely for their own egos rather than actually caring for her.

“What am I suppose to do about it?” 

“Watch your tone with us, child.” Her father began. “We’ve been informed that he will be making his intentions known to you at school tomorrow. You will say yes.” 

She knew, she knew this was inevitable but she still dared to hope. Please, please don’t do this to her. To make matters worse Amity did have someone she liked, someone that she knew would never be approved. 

“Mom, dad, please I don’t-” 

“A Blight does not beg!” 

“But I don’t like him!” 

“You will in time, he’s everything a girl wants in a man.” Then maybe her mother should date him. 

He is nothing that Amity wants. Amity wants brown hair and gentle hazel eyes. Tan skin that was almost too soft to be real, and a heart so big that not even the giant that made up the isles could compare let alone the scruffy jerk with rough hands known as Roman. 

“He’s nothing a girl should want!” 

“That’s enough, Amity Blight!” Her father screamed with enough force to have her cower in fear and nearly bring her hands up for protection. An act she still struggles with but knew would only serve to enrage him further. 

“You will say yes and that is final, now leave my sight!”

Amity didn’t need to be told twice as she bolted out of the sitting room and up the spiral staircase, grateful that she wouldn’t have to pass her sibling’s rooms to get to hers. 

This was a nightmare, she’d rather endure being best friends with Boscha than be Roman’s... It’s a good thing there wasn’t anything in her stomach cause it would have ended up on her floor with how sick the very thought of the word made her feel. 

But she’ll have to endure it tomorrow. Even pretend that she was happy about it, and while Amity has done a lot of pretending over the years even she wasn’t that good an actor. 

What was she to do, she doesn’t want this. She didn’t want to get rid of her best friend, she didn’t want to be friends with Boscha and Skara, she doesn’t want this! Why couldn’t they care about what she wanted?! 

It’s not fair. 

It’s just not fair.  

~~~

Luz had been psyching herself up for this for a few days now but today was the day. Today, nothing will stop her from telling that special person how she truly felt! ‘Just don’t think about the fact that they’re way out of your league and will likely laugh at your confession.’ Dang can her brain be the worst sometimes. 

“Gee thanks, now I can’t help but think about it.” 

“Think about what?” Willow asked as she stood before the locker next to hers. “Are you having second thoughts about telling Amity again?” At first Luz was hesitant but she quickly learned that it was okay to confide in Willow about her crush. While the two weren’t on the best terms they also weren’t on the worst and despite everything Willow couldn’t blame Luz. She was mature enough to admit that Amity was quite something when she wanted to be and it would be a lie to say she didn’t notice the sparks between them. The plant witch would never stand in the way of love no matter who the person was.

 “Second thoughts, more like fifth thoughts. She won’t be the first person I ever confessed to but I’ve never confessed to someone so completely...”

“Perfect?” Willow offered, not that she meant it she just wanted to help. 

“Yes! Amity is...and I’m just...I can’t even think of words! What happens when I go to tell her and I forget how to use them entirely so I’m just standing there making dying animal sounds!?” 

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad. And besides no matter what happens she’ll say yes cause she definitely-”

“Likes you!” Another voice pierces the air and the two looked over to see a group of witches standing around a rather handsome but cocky looking young man that even Luz knew who he was despite only starting school rather recently, Roman. The one speaking was Roman’s rather high-pitched Lackey, Lefou. “But who doesn’t?”

“You aren’t wrong, Lefou, I plan to tell her after school today.”

“Man, but do you really have to go and make every guy jealous? I mean, Amity Blight?” 

Luz’s eyes widened and her heart sank upon hearing the name. Roman was gonna confess after school today? Dear gods in witch heaven let there be some other Amity Blight who lives on the Boiling Isles. 

“You kidding, Jake, who else could it be but Roman? Why are you crying when you never had a chance to begin with.” The other guys laughed and ‘jokingly’ shoved Jake around as they started to walk down the hall past Luz and Willow. 

“So how do you plan on asking her?” 

“I’ll offer to walk her home then ask her when we get there. My family is good friends with Mr. and Mrs. Blight so I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I said hello. Maybe even ask for their blessing.” He knew he would get it of course, knew that the Blight parents loved him. It was all for show and to ensure that Amity said yes. But no one needed to know that. 

A few of his posse did though for they snickered at his comment and it wasn’t till they turned the corner that Luz realized she had been holding her breath. Willow was the one who had to remind her how to breath lest she almost pass out.

“Luz, it’s gonna be okay, you can still-Luz wait!” But she didn’t wait, she ran as fast as she could to the nearest restroom, not bothering to make sure she was going into the right one considering bathroom labels were also weird around here. 

“Hey watch it!” She had ran into a ?girl? just on the other side of the door so that was good, I guess, it was the right one. But Luz didn’t bother to say sorry as she hurried into a stall and closed the door. She simply closed the lid and sat down on it bringing her knees up to wrap her arms around. 

Of course it had to turn out this way. That the exact day Luz had planned to confess her feelings to the girl she really likes, like a lot, someone else, who was clearly better than her, thought to do the same. 

Luz didn’t like Roman, didn’t like him at all but girls tended to like Roman and who’s to say Amity wasn’t one of them. Why wouldn’t Amity say yes to him, he was handsome, powerful, and not a human. His family was almost as well-off as the Blights. He seem like the type her parents would definitely approve of unlike Luz. What was Luz thinking, confessing to the most popular and amazing witch in school. She’s done crazy things before but this one takes the cake on insanity. 

“Luz?” There was Willow’s gentle voice following her into the bathroom like the good friend she was, but she didn’t reply. 

“Luz, I know you’re in here.” 

Still she was silent.

“Luz it’s gonna be okay. For what it’s worth I still think you should try telling her how you feel.” 

“What’s the point?” She finally spoke up, her voice cracking under the strain it took to speak. “This isn’t the first time this happened, why would she choose a weirdo like me?” 

“You might be a weirdo but you’re also sweet, funny, and incredibly likable. Trust me, I’ve known Amity for years and I’ve never seen her act with anyone else the way she does with you.” 

All was silent again save for Luz’s sniffling. 

“Just, try at least this one time? Trust me, I know I can only really speak for the Amity I use to know but...she would not have liked Roman. Believe me, I’m not kidding when I said I know she likes you too.” 

Luz really did try to come up with a way to reply but she just couldn’t. What she was feeling now was just one of those feelings you couldn’t easily get rid of and just had to feel them out. Something Willow gratefully understood for she told Luz. 

“I’ll be at our lunch table when you’re ready. Just, think over whatever it is you want to do. If there’s something you truly want, don’t let an unknown variable control the outcome.” With that the door opened and Luz heard footsteps leaving the bathroom but not long after did they return. Luz decided she had enough of keeping quiet. 

“Willow, I know what I truly want, and I know that it’s Amity. And you are right that I should still try despite the circumstances but it’s just really hard to find the strength right now.” 

This time it was Willow’s turn to be silent which Luz didn’t mind, until it felt like the silence was stretching on for too long. 

“Willow?” 

“Um....hi.” 

Luz’s mind went blank, the only thing it was able to tell her was that was definitely not Willow’s voice. In fact it sounded like. She stood up from where she sat and dared to peek over the stall door. Sure enough there was “Amity?!” 

The girl was smiling rather shyly as she waved up at her, her cheeks a light pink. 

“I must admit that while I have been confessed to a few times in my life it was never like, nor have I ever expected it to be like, this.” She brought the hand that was waving up over her lips to stifle a giggle. 

“I’m sorry!” She spoke rather quickly as she exited the stall. “I had this other thing planned out that I was gonna do today but then I heard Roman and totally lost my resolve so I came in here...and...and...and you aren’t repulsed.” 

“Ugh, I really don’t want to think about Roman, but why would I be repulsed?” Amity looked rather confused at the notion. Though Luz couldn’t help but smile at the confirmation that Amity did not like Roman it was quickly replaced by a look of fear.

“Because now you know that I have feelings for you.” 

“Why should that repulse me?” Amity was still very genuinely confused. 

“Because...it’s me?” 

“And what’s wrong with you?” 

The nonchalant manner in which Amity spoke left Luz rather confused on how to answer the question. “Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me but others have begged to differ, especially when they’re amazing and perfect like you. BUT NOT as perfect of course, there’s no one like you. I mean, wow , I really did end up sounding like a dying animal did I? Just in a different way than I expected.” 

Amity’s blush kept deepening the more she spoke until the part about the animal which had her bursting out in a laughing fit that not even her dainty little hand could hide. 

Despite the storm of things she was feeling inside, Luz couldn’t help but smile. There was no better sound then Amity’s laughter. Except maybe what the witch said to her next. It took a moment for her to calm down but when she finally did Amity decided to admit something to Luz. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I have feelings for you too.” 

“What, really?” 

“Have you ever known me to lie?” No Amity tended to be rather straight forward. 

“What about Roman? I hard he was gonna walk you home and then ask.”

That had been on Amity’s mind all day and honestly the reason she had come in here was to be alone with that suffocating feeling of dread. But right now she found that she couldn’t bring herself to care for just this one moment.

“If he can’t find me he can’t ask me.” True it may be easier said than done but she’ll find a way to make it work. Amity always does. 

Luz looked down between them. “What about your parents, they probably wouldn’t approve of me.” Amity silenced her with a kiss to the cheek. 

“I’m slowly coming to understand why Ed and Em do what they do, I don’t know what’s going to happen from here but...I want to be yours, Luz. Not Roman’s or anyone else.” 

Luz couldn’t hold in the giddiness those words made her feel and did an adorable little excited dance on the spot. “I want to be yours too, for as long as you’ll have me!” 

Amity’s eyes went wide but she quickly regained her composure. “I’ll hold you to that. For now we should probably head to lunch, though, the bathroom isn’t exactly what I consider the most private or romantic place for this.” 

Oh that’s right they were in the girls bathroom. Wow, how had someone not came in during all that time? “Thank you witch gods!” Luz accidentally said out loud. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“Oh uh, ehehe it’s nothing really.” Luz rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly before offering her hand for Amity to take, like the gentlewoman she is.

Amity smiled warmly as she took it without hesitation. 

~~~

Have I ever mentioned that writing for these two is a lot of fun. I love them and just want them to be happy. 

#the owl house #amity blight #luz noceda #lumity

[thecozywhaleshark]

You’re Mine, I’m Yours

A/n: I am a sinner and fall short of the glory of god. Anyways I want to die and I’m sorry in advance.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: SMUT. Swearing. Marking. Unprotected sex (you know the drill kids, wrap it up). Basically just a lot of possessive “mine” smut. You’ve been warned.

Summary: Two can be jealous you know

It had started out as a great night. It was the first night you and Namjoon had together during tour, and while he was tired, he was determined to take you on a date.

You had been so excited, you had dressed up escpecially for him, and loved finally being able to hold his hand everywhere you went. You had gone to dinner at a nice restaurant, and that’s when things had gone downhill. You knew your boyfriend could get jealous, you just weren’t expecting it to happen tonight.

Flash forward to after the meal, and now you’re stomping after your boyfriend into the hotel as he fast walks in front of you, working his jaw.

You get to the door of your room and follow him in, slamming it behind you.

“Kim Namjoon, are you fucking serious right now?” You seethe, arms crossed over you chest as you stand in front of the door.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair and turns to you, breathing hard. “You. Were. Flirting. With. The. Waiter.”

You take a step towards him and poke him in the chest. “I. Was. Not.”

He turns away from you and heads towards the mini bar in the room, pouring himself a drink. “Then pray tell me,” he says, lowering his voice as he pops open a bottle of liquor and pours it in a glass. “What, the fuck, were you doing?”

You stare at him for a moment and feel more rage bubbling up inside you.

“Ordering our meal.”

He snorts. “Oh is that what you were doing? Gee, could’ve fooled me with the way you were fawning over him. Is that what you do every time I go away? Flirt with every guy in sight?”

He takes a sip of his drink and you stalk over to him and rip it from his hand before pushing him back towards the bed.

“Fuck you. Is that what you fucking think of me?!” You shove at his shoulders until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and rip off your dress, leaving you in the matching lacy black panty set you had bought just for him, before you straddle him.

“Do you really fucking think that I,” You begin to unbutton his shirt furiously, practically ripping his shirt in your desperation to get it off.

“Would fucking flirt with other men,” you shove his shirt off his shoulders and grab the back of his head, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. “When I fucking have you?!”

He blinks at you, unsure of what to say. You push him back on the bed until he’s laying down, with you perched above him.

“Kim Namjoon. You, are fucking MINE. You’re mine. Mine.” You emphasize this by lowering your mouth to his neck and sucking harshly, eliciting a groan from him.

“Babe,” he whispers and you pull back to look furiously into his eyes.

“You’re mine. And I’m yours. And don’t you think for one second I’d let anything get between that.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but then his brow furrows. You know that look. Stubborn, stubborn man.

“Oh no you don’t.” You press your hand over his mouth and suck a mark onto his collar bone, earning another moan from your man. “You don’t get to argue this. You are Mine, Kim Namjoon. Mine.”

You pull your hand away from his mouth and press another firm kiss to his lips. This time he relaxes into it and lets your tongue in while his hand begins to trace up your thigh.

You suddenly pull away, biting his lip gently as you do.

“You think I don’t get jealous when you go away on tour and get surrounded on a daily basis by hundreds, if not thousands of gorgeous women?! Because I do.”

“Baby,” his eyes soften and he tries to sit up but you push him back down.

“No. Let me finish. I have to see photos of you surrounded by gorgeous women, a lot of them prettier than me, many of them probably smarter than me, all of them closer to you than I am because I can’t be there with you. And so I get jealous. Yes I admit it. But you know what keeps me going? You know how I stay sane?”

You’re kissing all over his chest, randomly sucking marks into his skin while you talk, but you stop and look up, forcing him to open his eyes and meet your gaze.

“I stay sane, knowing that you’ll always come home to me. That you’ll always call me at the end of the day and tell me you love me. I stay sane because I know, without a doubt, that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

You frown and begin to trace figures along his chest.

“But maybe I don’t show you enough. Maybe I don’t let you know enough that you’re mine and I wouldn’t jeopardize that for the world.”

You reach behind youself and unclasp your bra, freeing your aching breasts and lower yourself over Namjoons body once again.

“Maybe I should show you. Show you how you’re mine.”

“Please,” he groans, grabbing your hips and beginning to grind you against him. “Show me.”

You kiss him hard, sliding your fingers into his hair as you grind down hard on him.

“You were the one who decided to ask me out. You were the one who asked me to be your girlfriend. The moment you did that, was the moment you became mine, and mine alone.”

He groans against your mouth as you grip harshly at his hair to tilt his head and latch your mouth back to his neck.

“You think it’s fine to act possessive of me, but two can play this game honey.” You chuckle darkly and bite him just hard enough that he yelps.

“Two can be jealous baby, not just one.”

You slide off his lap despite his protests and wiggle out of your panties before reaching for his slacks.

“Let me show you how much you’re mine,” Namjoon breathes, reaching out to tug you back to him, so he can take control.

You shake him off and yank off his pants the rest of the way.

“No no sweetie, not today.” You climb back onto his lap and begin to grind your soaked core against his hard on, eliciting a groan from both of you. “Today, I show you how much you’re mine. Just like you wanted. You’re all mine.”

You push him back against the mattress once more and allow his hands to come up to knead your breasts as you roll your hips against him.

“You see that?” You groan, rolling your hips faster, “You know exactly where to touch me when I need it. And do you know why?”

You bite your lip and look down at Namjoon as he pants beneath you, bucking his hips to try to get himself inside you. “Because I fucking trained you. I told you where to touch me and I let you touch me, because you’re mine.”

You stop rocking against him and lift your hips, lining him up beneath you. “And then you taught me where to touch you, where to make you feel good, because I’m yours.”

You lock eyes with him, posed in this position, and steady your voice as much as you can.

“Kim Namjoon, if you weren’t only mine, there is no way in hell I’d let you into my body. So what is it? Are you mine?”

You squeeze the base of his cock and he groans, bucking his hips a little.

“Well?”

“I’m yours baby. I’m so completely yours. I’m yours and you’re mine. And that’s all it’s ever going to be.” He rasps, looking steadily into your eyes and you smile.

“That’s right.” You sink down onto him fully and you both moan together at the feel. You almost feel delirious at the stretch, it had been so long. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

Slowly, you lift your hips and begin to bounce on him, setting a fast, desperate pace.

“You’re. Mine. Mine.” You grunt, whispering that same word over and over again as you increase your pace and hurtle towards your orgasm, delirious in your pursuit. “Mine, Mine, Mine.”

Namjoon groans desperately beneath you, bucking his hips to keep time with yours, reaching out one of his hands to play with your clit expertly.

“Come on baby,” he coaxes, rubbing your sensitive nub harder. “Come for me. Please. Come for me.”

You throw your head back and brace yourself harder on his chest as you lift yourself and swivel your hips around his tip before you slam back down on him.

“No baby, you come for me.”

He cries out your name loudly as you slam yourself down on him, biting your lip to keep yourself from coming as you do everything you can to make him come first.

“Babe, no I can’t - I gotta - you have to come first,” he pants, screwing his face in an effort to control himself.

“Not today baby. Today you’re mine. Everyday you’re mine. But today, you will come for me first. So just let go.”

Your command sends him over the edge with a shout and as soon as you feel his warm ropes of cum shooting into your body, you can’t help but lose it too, falling forward onto his body as your own shakes with pleasure.

As you lay there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath, Namjoon wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your hair.

“I’m sorry I got jealous,” he whispers softly.

You prop yourself up slowly and place a soft kiss on his mouth. “It’s okay. I get jealous too.”

He nods slowly and presses another tender kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry I got mad. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I trust you baby. I promise.”

“I’m sorry I yelled back.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his chin.

“No, it’s okay. I need someone who talks back to me when I’m being an idiot.”

You giggle. “You’re an idiot all the time.”

“Hey,” he pouts and you kiss him again to soothe him.

“But you’re an adorable idiot.”

He pouts more and tightens his arms around you. “Hmph.”

“Oh, don’t be pouty.” You giggle and nuzzle his neck. “That just makes you even cuter.”

“I’m not cute.” He complains, turning you both onto your sides making you squeal.

“Oh, but you are.” You tease, scrunching your nose.

“‘M not.” He flips you over completely until you are underneath him and gently traps your wrists against the sheets. “I’ll show you.”

You hum and quirk an eyebrow up at him. “Will you now?”

He smirks and lowers his mouth so it’s hovering just above yours. “I will.”

He gives you a quick kiss before pulling back. “Though I have a question.”

You tilt your head and look up at him quizzically. “What’s that?”

He blushes slightly and looks away. “Do you think you could put that sexy little black number back on? I don’t think I had enough time to appreciate it.”

You laugh and free your hands from his light grip, wrapping them around his neck. “Kim Namjoon, you are the most adorable human I have ever met.”

He grins sheepishly at you. “And I’m all yours, right?”

Pulling him down, you press a lingering kiss to his mouth. “And I’m all yours.”

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[thanksjro]

Spotlight: Trailcutter - Trailcutter Threatens to Kill Several People For a Good Noodle Star

The Spotlight issues- the one-shots that focus on a single character in an effort to get readers interested in them (and sell toys, of course)- are a funny thing. The ones relating to MTMTE characters within the timeline of MTMTE’s events were written nearly a year after the events during which they are set.

The Spotlights as a whole don’t stick in my brain terribly well, and that’s probably because when I first read IDW’s run back in 2016, I went by publication dates instead of story chronology. I don’t think that really leaves itself for a properly cohesive reading experience, at least not in this particular case. It doesn’t help that a lot of the other ones weren’t super awesome reads, in my opinion. Spotlight: Cyclonus isn’t exactly my favorite thing, for example.

The Scavengers storyline gets interrupted anyway with the Annual, so I figure I might as well slot these in here as well. Really, I should have covered this between MTMTE #5 and #6. Well, technically, I don’t have to do anything in any order, but it’s what I would have preferred.

Anyway, let’s see what's up.

Looks like the Lost Light’s seen better days. It’s had a hole punched in the side of it, and Trailbreaker’s been asked to use his forcefields to keep the vacuum of space from doing its thing while all the Headmasters slap some duct tape on the rip.

No, they aren’t actually Headmasters in this continuity, but it’s not often Highbrow gets to exist in the story proper, so I figured I’d take advantage of that.

Rodimus, impressed by the quick response to the damage, decides he’s going to hold a little ceremony for the boys- not Trailbreaker though, because I guess nobody told Rodimus he’d pitched in too.

Soak it in, Highbrow, because this is the closest thing to main character status you’ll be getting this whole comic run. Be mindful up there now, because if Chromedome turns too fast he’ll take your head clean off with those massive shoulders.

Each of them receive a Rodimus Star, a medal with Rodimus’ face on it signifying that the owner has done something exemplary to earn it. It is in no way shaped like a star.

Trailbreaker, bummed out that he wasn’t recognized for the work he put in, decides to drown his sorrows at Swerve’s, which at this point is still technically not on the up and up and is running illegally. Unfortunately for Trailbreaker, the afterparty is also being hosted here, so he’s not actually escaped anything.

Off to the side, Chromedome and Brainstorm are chatting with Tailgate, who notes the theming of the award-winners’ names, and thinks it’s very funny. Chromedome explains that they’re actually nicknames, from when they all worked together.

Back at Trailbreaker’s table, he’s trying to keep himself entertained, when Whirl happens. Whirl, being Whirl, makes a rude comment about his face, claiming he has an expression he makes whenever he uses his forcefields. Trailbreaker denies this, but he totally does.

Whirl asks what’s eating at Trailbreaker, not that he really cares, and after a bit of hemming and hawing, finds out that Trailbreaker’s really bothered by the fact that he was the only one on the repair team that didn’t get a star. As it turns out, Rodimus has been passing these things out like hotcakes, because Whirl’s got one too. Pretty much everyone but Trailbreaker has a star at this point.

Whirl decides to cut out the middle man and yells at Rodimus to get his McDonald’s-looking butt over here and proceeds to cut to the heart of the matter.

Implying that Drift doesn’t already have twenty Rodimus stars for just existing.

C’mon Rodimus, just give him a star. You obviously ordered way too many if you’ve given one to Whirl by this point, and Trailbreaker’s obviously feeling low.

Whirl, not satisfied with this answer, decides to inflict his special brand of help on Trailbreaker, and decides that it’s time for a little self-improvement.

But y’know. Not like he really cares.

Totally.

The first step in the Whirl Self-Help program is to throw away your old identity while insulting/infatuating over Ultra Magnus.

Now the Spotlight subtitle makes a lot more sense. Trailbreaker/Trailcutter is one of the many characters within the Transformers franchise who suffers from trademark issues, which is why he’s got more than one name. We’ll see him flipflop between the two in MTMTE- or rather, other characters flipflop between them- OR RATHER Roberts flipflop between them.

As is, Whirl takes to the change immediately, probably because he himself has gone through the process in the past.

So, talking yourself up is the next step, but Trailcutter doesn’t really want to reinvent himself, per se; he just wants to be a little more than the guy who does forcefields. He wants people to see him for him, y’know?

Whirl thinks the answer to this conundrum is to get Trailcutter a gun.

They go find Brainstorm, who’s currently busy trying to figure out just what exactly the ship hit to punch such a big hole in it. They’ve brought in the big metal something, and he, Perceptor and a couple other nerds are giving it a good once-over.

As Whirl gushes over Brainstorm’s many inventions- lot of love coming from Whirl this issue- Brainstorm questions Trailcutter’s desire to get into traditional weaponry, seeing as he’s got some sweet stuff going on already, namely the forcefield thing and the magnawheels, which we’ll get to see in action later.

Trailcutter leaves to go take a depression nap.

When he gets to his room, he finds his roommate, Hoist, to be absent. Hoist is off on his own adventure, which is covered in his very own Spotlight. Of course, because Trailcutter is playing the buttmonkey today, he still doesn’t get left alone, as he receives a call from Swerve, who’s probably super jazzed that he’s not the most beat-down character on the ship for once.

Swerve’s supposed to be doing a sponsored silence in exchange for a Rodimus star, but he’s find it very difficult, thanks to the whole “cannot shut the hell up” thing. Swerve, much like everyone with teeth in this issue, looks like he’s got a retainer in, showing that little bit of artistic license off as he asks Trailcutter for a favor.

And on that note, let’s take a brief look at the artist for this issue, Matt Frank.

Frank’s only worked on a couple other things within Transformers, one of which being the second half of the Animated comic “First (and Second) in Flight.” His style is very different from our regular artist, Alex Milne. While Milne seems to prioritize the more technical aspects of the Transformers designs, even in the relatively streamlined looks for MTMTE, Frank’s art is much more simplified, almost soft-looking. Characters look as if their faces would squish if you grabbed them by the cheeks. There’s a lot of expression, almost to the point of looking straight-up cartoonish. While I’m not sure that this style would have worked with the more serious storylines of this series, I think it’s a shame that this was the only entry from Frank that we got to see. It’s a little funky in spot, but I like how emotionally open it feels, if that makes sense.

Getting back to the story, Trailcutter hangs up on Swerve and plugs in for beddy-bye, wishing that he were a normal dude and that everyone would just shut up about his forcefields.

See, I told you- depression nap.

Trailcutter, feeling that something’s up- both with the ship and himself- heads out to find a friend. What he finds instead is profoundly disturbing.

Clearly there is a dark evil at work, if Huffer’s smiling. He shouldn’t be able to DO that.

Trailcutter wanders around the ship, finding more of the same strangeness going on: everyone is frozen in place, even Rodimus as he yells at Rewind over those snuff films Red Alert found, firmly setting this issue for having happened right before issue #6.

Trailcutter heads back to his room, and is about to answer a call from Hoist- who is still on that mission from before naptime- when a laser blast explodes his monitor.

Zounds! Some Decepticons have snuck aboard the Lost Light, and they’re looking for trouble. Thinking quickly, Trailcutter pops out of his hiding spot to forcefield the pair… except he doesn’t, because something’s wrong. His forcefields aren’t working.

The art’s a little hard to follow here, but it looks like Trailcutter just ripped Whirl’s tit-guns off and used them to shoot that guy. Radical.

With the enemy fully distracted, Trailcutter jumps over a chair and bolts for the exit, using his magnawheels and showing us exactly why they’re called that.

They’re wheels that act as magnets. That’s why.

He hacks the door to the medibay and uses it to kill a man, crushing his head, then gets the other guy with a pair of resuscitation pads. Day’s saved! Good job, Trailcutter!

Just kidding, we still have another half of this issue to get through.

The guy Trailcutter just knocked out with medical equipment gets a call. Good thing Trailcutter’s good at impressions.

Turns out, there’s a LOT of Decepticons on the Lost Light at present, and they’re after something in the shuttle bay. Looks like Trailcutter’s got some work to do. Might as well set yourself up for success, huh pal?

Gee, Brainstorm, wonder how much of all this nonsense is your fault. I’m going to guess at least all of it.

Trailcutter stocks up on the heroic necessities, and heads over to shuttle bay 3.

Lockdown’s here, and he’s brought a third of the villain lineup from Transformers Animated with him. Trailcutter brings on the bravado, dumping the two Decepticons he took out earlier on the floor and asking just what the hell these guys think they’re doing on his ship.

Lockdown isn’t terribly impressed.

Trailcutter, what the actual, genuine fuck is that even supposed to mean?

Stealing Whirl’s little talking-up speech, Trailcutter frames himself as friggin’ death incarnate, again not impressing Lockdown very much. Honestly, Lockdown just wants to grab that big ol’ something the Lost Light ran into yesterday and go.

That big ol’ something, you see, is a Titan thumb, and Lockdown and his crew are in the business of Titan hunting. Trailcutter makes it pretty clear that he’s not going to let them take the thing, seeing as Lockdown and his goonies are probably going to use it for nefarious purposes, and so seals himself in the role of the hero for the evening. He informs the Decepticons of his claim to fame, even though his forcefields still aren’t working, then pulls a little magic trick by turning off the artificial gravity for the room, claiming it to be the work of his highly-specialized skills. He lets them go up… then lets them come back down, hard.

Then Trailcutter ramps up the psychological manipulation significantly, using his anime eyes to convince Lockdown that he’s planted a tiny forcefield within his spark, and that he’s fully capable of letting it expand until it rips said spark asunder.

Lockdown and company get the fuck away from Trailcutter as fast as they possibly can, completely terrified and also maybe just the slightest bit flustered by our forcefield specialist. Once they’re out of sight, Trailcutter allows himself a moment to reflect on a job well done.

ARE YOU FUCKING-

Roberts, please, we can’t keep doing this. The sad, proud smiles, I can’t take them.

Trailcutter plops down in the captain’s chair to take a load off, only to get spooked by the hand of Rodimus clapping down on his shoulder.

Later on, Hoist’s returned from his mission to their room, and Trailcutter regales him with his tale of derring-do. Turns out that everyone being frozen was absolutely Brainstorm’s fault, and the only reason Trailcutter wasn’t affected was because he was sleep-forcefielding.

Of course, we can’t just let the guy be happy, now can we?

Okay. I looked it up, and it turns out, the British use “snap” when they’re in a situation where they’ve got the same X as another person, i.e. two people show up wearing the same outfit to an event, or some such. It comes from a matching card game. In America, we say “snap” as an exclamation, like “wow!” or “Jesus Christ!” or “dangit!” Snap is a very versatile word in the States. So there’s your little culture lesson for the day.

Trailcutter, sinking back into his sour mood from earlier, decides to go get plastered, because he has a drinking problem, but not before he goes to make a threat on Rodimus’ life over a goddamn sticker. Thus ends dear Trailcutter’s Spotlight.

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[amarabliss]

Oaths and Hearts - 17 (Ignis Scientia/Reader)

So this is a crossover between FFXV and Dragon Age Inquisition.

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love…your friend…your king…Noctis has asked you to change it all…

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You felt distant from the world around you. Perhaps it was the ordered bedrest…or your trip to the Fade that was hazy and like a fog. No matter what you tried you couldn’t put all the pieces together.

You let out a long sigh staring across the city. Rebuilding was beginning and it was going to be a long road. Thankfully the citadel itself was mostly intact. Noct quickly motioned to have everyone set up a base there. Everyone eagerly agreed.

The first floor was converted into a hub and strategic center. Second floor a medical wing, and the third a place for recreation. Most of the kids who began returning with their families over the last few weeks roamed around there. Anything above the third floor was turned into temporary housing.

Lucky for you, your room had always been in the citadel, and that is where they put you. You stood up looking over the railing of the balcony at the dozers moving in to clear the roadways. Getting transportation running again was a priority one. It would allow assistance to be brought in and more importantly bring people home.

“I heard you’re supposed to be resting.” You turned seeing Tor walking over to you, “Forgive me, I knocked but you didn’t answer. I got worried.”

“Sorry, it’s hard to hear with all the banging down there.” Your hands rested on your belly, “He’s excited about it though, practically dancing in here…”

“I bet…all the more reason you should be sitting…and resting.” Tor waved his hand over to the chair.

“Did someone send you to check in on me?” You rolled your eyes as you walked back to the chair, he held still for you as you sat down.

“…not exactly…” He walked over to the balcony looking down at everything, “I’m kinda in a pickle and…well there’s only two people I can talk to. You just happen to be the only one available at the moment, Cor is busy with the rebuild.”

“I…don’t follow…” You felt your brow come together as he turned around looking at you.

“Noctis hasn’t had a lot of time to rewrite a contract…” He spoke quietly looking down for a moment, “As soon as his feet touched Insomnia soil everyone felt the gift of Kings leave them. Everyone but me…”

“…but that’s not possible…we were careful about the wording…” You shook your head, “We never wanted a division…”

“No, we didn’t, but I can’t help but feel…” He held out his hand flame igniting from his fingers began dancing around, “very protective of you and your child…and I didn’t take the second oath…”

“Then we amend the contract made with you.” You told him firmly, “Our allegiance is to Noctis…”

“Yes…it is…but my allegiance is also to Ulric and only he can release it because the tie is to him. His power is my power.” Tor frowned closing his fist extinguishing the flame, “We were desperate to get our home back…that’s why I volunteered…it’s why I became a Glaive in the first place…it doesn’t change that I will follow King Noctis’ orders, but I will have this pull in the back of my mind wondering if I’m truly giving a hundred percent to his orders. I will always wonder if I’m fully committed. I will always worry for Ulric.”

You looked away from him staying silent. You knew how felt…in a way…

“What is it?” You looked back at him seeing concern fall over his Galahdian features. There was something about them that put you at ease. The same way Nyx would.

“Nothing…I just understand what you’re feeling.” You put a hand to your face massaging your forehead.

“Divided.” He watched you nod as he took in a deep breath, “What do you do help it?”

“That’s kinda my pickle…” You let your hand drop looking at him, “You’ve heard where I and Ignis went a month ago?”

“Yeah…crazy shit.” He crossed his arms leaning against the railing, “You had like…an outta body experience or something?”

“That’s one way to explain…It’s more like, like waking up in a fractured world that preys on your dreams and desires, changing them into nightmares.” You shook your head, “I can remember a bit of it…arriving was cold…I saw faces I hadn’t seen in a long time, but I knew they weren’t real. Then the mastermind behind it all showed his face…his favorite thing is to choke people…”

Your hand went to your throat feeling the fading bruise. Dr. Reed had explained to both you and Ignis that during your sleep you suffered wounds. Some of which you both confirmed were things you experienced within the Fade. Some you both were still healing from.

You looked up to Tor’s face as you teared up, “And then he found Nyx in my mind and uh…I stopped fighting so much. Nyx always felt like home…”

Tor sighed grabbing the other chair placing it in front of you before he sat down leaning on his knees taking your hands in his, “We all miss him…all of them…”

You sniffed as tears went down his face, “Yeah…but this place made me question every feeling I had…everything I knew…everything I thought I knew…and I’ve done it before and I almost lost then…and now…”

Tor squeezed your hands again looking you in the eye, “I’m gonna tell something that I probably shouldn’t, but I don’t know if Nyx would have told you…but I hoped he would.”

Nyx sat at the bar spinning the beer between his hands, “If you look at that drink any harder, it might press stalking charges.”

Nyx smirked shaking his head a little, “Artorius…I didn’t think you were due back for a few weeks…what happen? You take care of the Empire all by yourself, with your bad comedy act so we don’t have to fight anymore?”

“Ha, if only.” Tor slapped him on that back, “Things got a little hot, our unit played it safe to get the intel back intact.”

“Good…I’ll drink to that.” Nyx raised his beer toward him before taking a drink.

Tor smiled and watched as Nyx put the beer back on the bar. He ordered a round before he spoke again, “So what’s her name?”

“What?” Nyx scrunched up his face and looked at him, “What are you talking about?”

“You look like someone killed you dog.” Tor winked at the bartender when she set the drinks down, “And everyone knows only a lady could make a man that miserable.”

Nyx rolled his eyes shaking his head, “Yeah, okay…whatever.”

“Man…wow, whoever she is, she did a number.” Tor took a drink staring at his friend for a long time, watching him shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Finally, he took a deep breath in, “Well, I-”

“She’s going out with another guy…” Nyx finally blurted out before sighing.

“…like she dumped you and …” He picked up his beer watching Nyx slowly deflate.

“We weren’t dating…” Nyx slumped until his face laid on the table looking at Tor, “We had an arrangement, that happened after a long night of booze and ranting…”

“And it became more for you than just good sex…” Tor shook his head setting his beer down with a thunk, “and you never told her…”

“I’m an idiot…” Nyx shut his eyes.

“Yeah…yeah you are.” Tor nodded a little smirking as Nyx’s eyes snapped open.

“Gee thanks asshole.” Nyx picked himself up wiping a hand over his face, “I really screwed up…”

“So, tell her.” Nyx gave him a side eye as he went on, “Tell her that you like her…maybe she’ll end it with the other guy, and you’ll live happily ever after.”

“She really likes him…and he’s good for her.” Nyx sighed thinking about it, “Really good for her…”

“And you’re not?” Tor punched him in the arm making Nyx wince and glare, “Don’t sell yourself short. What is it you always say…you’re the hero, right?”

“Not a very good one, when I can’t even take care of the woman I love.” Nyx sighed reaching for his beer.

“Whoa…the L word.” Tor’s eyes widened some, “Wow this is a bit more…complicated now.”

Nyx looked at him sadly, “…yeah…yeah, I love her. She sees me and not where I’m from or what I am…just me… She’s amazing, and smart, and god the way is able to pick up on what I’m thinking…we’re really in sync…”

“Wait…is this the chick you had to babysit for like a year?” Nyx nodded slowly as his eyes widened slowly, “The mystery girl…everyone has talked about her, but I’ve never seen her. No one really knows her story.”

“You don’t need to know.” Nyx got defensive looking at him seriously, “All you need to know is she save the king and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Tor stared at him and nodded slowly, “Alright, then my suggestion still stands. Tell her, tell her everything. We only get one life Nyx, and the way you talk about her…it’s obvious to me that she means everything to you.”

Nyx stared at him for a long time before running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, “Maybe I will…”

“’atta boy.” Tor patted him on the shoulder ordering another round.

“Nyx, sacrificed a lot for his people…all the time, but he was also the first to stand up for King Regis. He knew how to read people. He knew he could trust you.” Tor told you with smile, “Maybe knowing that he loved you and just wanted you to be happy and cared for…maybe…you can find comfort in that.”

“He told you that?” You sniffed wiping at tear away as he nodded, “He never said anything…”

“Would it have mattered if he did?” Tor tilted his head watching you carefully.

You sat there a moment looking down to your hands before you looked up at him shaking your head, “No…it wouldn’t have changed anything…I loved him…I did, but it couldn’t have worked for us. We’re too much alike.”

“Then everything you’re feeling, is just that place messing with you. I gotta go…you know act normal…” He smirked as you chuckled. Standing up he looked down to you, “But if you ever need anything…you’ve got my number…and I will stand by my oath to protect you and your child.”

“Thank you Artorius.” You reached up taking his hand before he was able to walk away completely, “For everything that’s been unspoken.”

He took in a deep breath nodding slightly, “It’s not my business to tell the world how royal bloodlines are carried on. For that matter, you man wouldn’t be who he is today if he knew his parentage all along. For that, I think we’re all grateful.”

You smiled thinking of Ignis, “He really is something isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is.” He smiled at you, “You have a good day now, and rest…I mean it. I won’t hesitate to warp up here and babysit you.”

“Don’t worry, I tire easily now…and Ignis comes home every night.” You told him with a smile, “If you see him, I would really like something salty if possible.”

“From Glaive to messenger…” He chuckled as he left. He joked but the request was compelling. Not only did he find Ignis and inform him of the request, he also found chips, pickles, and crackers.

“He was very insistent that I bring these home for you.” Ignis watched you open the crackers, “I trust this is what you wanted.”

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“It was, very much…I think Ulric is working out, cause my desire for salt is high.” You told him popping a cracker into your mouth before looking at him. He was smiling at you, eyes twinkling. You swallowed the cracker, “What?”

He took the crackers from you setting them down before he took your face in his hands, “You’re shining today.”

You flushed instantly, “Stop…I’m huge and bloated…”

“Heavenly and beautiful is more like it…” He caressed your cheek before he kissed you.

You stared into his eyes when parted from you. God…he was wonderful. You reached taking his face in your hands as you lips found his again. Every instinct inside of you ran straight into overdrive.

He pulled away placing his hands on your arms, “Perhaps we should slow down…I…wouldn’t want…”

His forehead rested against yours as you both took in deep heavy breaths. You stared into his eyes as you spoke, “I love you.”

His eyes brightened at the words, “And I you…forever…”

Ignis stepped away from you smiling as he did. He walked over to a duffle bag he’d dumped in a corner when everything settled down, “Ignis?”

“I didn’t want it to be likes.” He began searching through his pack, “I actually had a great plan, until circumstances tore us apart.”

“You are a planner.” You spoke softly as he finally pulled something out clutching it in his hand.

He walked back over to you slowly, “I love you. Deeply and with everything that I am…I never want to be parted from you.”

He took your hand in his gently placing a dark threaded bracelet with green and purple beads woven into it. You stared at it tracing a finger over each bead, “Ignis…”

“I love you and I want you to be my wife…if you’ll have me.” He took in a breath holding it as he took a small step back.

A tear fell down your cheek as you nodded looking at him, “Yes…a hundred thousand times yes.”

The breath escaped him as relief washed over him. He stepped back to you putting the bracelet on your wrist, “I know it’s not very pretty…but I…”

“It’s perfect.” You smiled up at him, “I will always wear it, until the day I die, and forever in the beyond.”

You hugged him tightly. He had no idea how much it meant to you. The brief moment you’d told Noctis you custom…he listened. For you a ring was a simple symbol of union…but a bracelet or necklace made by the one you loved was so much more. It represented the same thing, but also how much that person promised to work with you.

Most women wore bracelets and necklaces that looked like a toddler had made them. Men weren’t required to learn the craft of jewelry making like young girls, but their wives would wear it proudly knowing how long it must have taken to make. How much they needed to set their pride down to learn how to make it. In the end, husbands would get something very detailed and ornate.

Ignis was a detailed person. Perfectionist to a fault sometimes. His braids were tight and every bead was wrapped tightly and securely. Any woman back home would have been jealous, and woman here should be.

His smile brought you back to the present as he whispered against your lips, “You make me so happy.”

That night was blissful…and you finally felt like you were at peace. You watched Ignis sleeping next to you and it made you smile. He had a few new scars that he had yet explained to you. Running a hand through his hair he sighed letting out pleasant sound as he leaned into your touch.

You smile vanished as pain rippled through. An audible gasp escaped you as you sat up. It was enough to wake Ignis up, “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

You clenched your teeth gripping the sheets in your hands as you tried sit up with his help, “Oooo…”

“I’ll get the doctor…” Ignis began to stand up but you reached out stopping him.

“No…” You shook your head taking in a deep breath letting it out slowly, “No…this is normal…”

“Normal!?” He stood there looking at you in disbelief.

You laughed a little before you smiled patting the bed, “Yes…very normal…it will probably happen a lot more over the next couple of months, until it’s more frequent and regular…we have nothing to worry about.”

He sat down and began rubbing your back, “Will you at least see Dr. Reed in the morning for my sanity if nothing else?”

“Of course, I will.” You leaned over resting your head on his shoulder.

“Your gender…” he spoked after a while, “is undoubtedly so much stronger than mine.”

You laughed nuzzling closer to him, “Let’s not go that far yet…”

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[bobasheebaby]

Penny Prompts

1 “If I take it off, NAME wins.” “Sweetie, every night you don't kill him/her in his/her sleep, he/she wins.”

2 “Woman, you are playing with forces beyond your ken.” “Yeah, well your Ken can kiss my Barbie.”

3 “NAME, what did we say about being a nicer friend?” “Thank you.” “NAME, what did we say about being a gullible weeny?”

4 “I'm not signing a prenup.” “All right, NAME, listen up! You sign anything he/she puts in front of you, because you are the luckiest man/woman alive. If you let him/her go, there is no way you can find anyone else. Speaking on behalf of all men/women, it is not going to happen, we had a meeting.”

5 “What am I supposed to do?” “Err, keep your mouth off other men/women.”

6 “So you have a song stuck in your head. It happens to everybody.” “Well, I'm not everybody. I have an eidetic memory. I should be able to remember what song this is, but I can't. Something's wrong with me.” “I told you if we were patient, he'd/she’d figure it out for himself/herself.”

7 [Person a knocks on NAME’s door three times] “Who do we love?” “NAME.” [Knocks 3 times] “Who do we love?” “NAME.” [Knocks 3 times] “Who do we love?” “NAME.”

8 “NAME 's mad at me, and I'm not clear why.” “Okay, were you talking before he:she got upset?” “Yes.” “That's probably it.”

9 “Ignore them, NAME. They're just jealous because they'll never have a relationship as good as ours.” “Isn't this when he/she says "bazooka" or something?”

10 [looking at caller ID] “Ooh, looks like I'm gonna have sex tonight.” [answering phone] “Hey, baby...” “His/her right hand is calling him/her?”

11 “Doesn't he/she know you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?” “He/She doesn't have a boyfriend/girlfriend he/she has a NAME.”

12 “What kind of teenager did you think I was?” “Slutty.” “Easy.” “The word is 'popular'.”

13 “Once you open the box it loses its value.” “Yeah, yeah. My mom gave me the same lecture about my virginity. I gotta tell you, it was a lot more fun taking it out and playing with it.”

14 “Is that all you have? Shop-worn tidbits like ‘talk to him/her’ and ‘let it go’? Gee, NAME, life's given me lemons, what should I do?” “Well, you could shove them somewhere.”

15 “More Halloween candy. Didn't you just buy a bunch of it yesterday?” “Oh, yeah. That's gone. It's a rough month when Halloween and PMS hit at the same time.”

16 “I don't believe it. What's gotten into him/her?” “Oh, maybe a couple of virgin Cuba Libres that turned out to be kinda slutty.” “You didn't.” “Hey, you do your experiments, I do mine.”

17 “Come on, we are not old, boring people. We can do better than this.” “That's true. How late did we stay up last night?” “Almost 1 am.” “Damn straight almost 1 am. And we weren't even watching TV, we were watching Netflix like the kids do.” “Yeah. Is it a comedy, is it a drama? Nobody knows!”

18 “You gotta help me get my arm into my sleeve.” [Eyes closed] “Okay!” “Is that my arm?” “It doesn't feel like an arm.” “Then maybe you should let it go.”

19 “Who do I speak to about permanently reserving this table?” “I don't know, a psychiatrist?”

20 “Why would you buy peppermint schnapps?” “Because I like peppermint, and it's fun to say schnapps!”

21 “You wanna turn yourself into some sort of robot?” “Essentially, yes.” “Okay, here's my question: Didn't you already do that?”

22 “I would ask you to find some way to suppress your libido.” “I could think about you.” “Whatever works.”

23 “We cover ourselves in body paint and then we get on this big canvas and do our thing.” “Woah, that's kind of a big step for a guy/girl who only recently agreed to take his/her socks off.”

24 “He’s/She's only been here a day and a half, and I'm seriously considering alcoholism as a new career path.” “Hey, I talked to him/her for five minutes yesterday, and I've been half bombed ever since.”

25 [To NAME’s dog] “Bark once if you need me to call PETA.”

26 “NAME, that's not what boyfriends/girlfriends are for. Although you don't use them for what they're for, so what do I know?”

27 “Don't you dare knock!”

28 “Don't you think if a man/woman was living with me I'd be the first one to know about it?” “Oh, sweetie, you'd be the last one to know about it.”

29 “Good morning, slut!” “What?” “Oh, please! I recognise the walk of shame when I see it. All you're missing is a little smeared mascara and a purse with panties wadded up in it!”

30 “They're gonna get beaten up at that club.” “They're gonna get beaten up at Walgreens.”

31 “Holy crap on a cracker!”

32 “And then you put it back, compromising the rest of the onion rings.” “Aw honey, the buses don't go where you live do they?”

33 “What's up, buttercup?”

34 “And what kind of doctor removes shoes from asses?”

35 “Really still can't talk to me?”

36 “This is banana bread.” “This is a door knob.”

37 “Oh, I don't know. I don't want to manipulate him/her with sex.” “Oh, sweetie, that's what sex is for.”

38 “I'm a little low on cash.” “How much you got?” “Nothing.” “How can you walk around with no money?” “I'm cute, I get by.”

39 “And this is also not the right time. Do not propose.” “What?!” “I know that face. That's your proposed face.”

40 “Don't come to the hospital. We're headed home.” “Oh, that was fast. Did she sneeze the baby out?”

41 “NAME, will you marry me?” “Oh my god, yes!”

42 “Is this the stuff you want me to try on?” “No this is the stuff I want you to throw out. Seriously, don't even give it to charity. You won't be helping anyone.”

43 “If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?” “Well, not to steal from the bible, but turning water into wine sounds pretty good.”

44 “Oh, my God, you’re about to jibber jabber about jibber jabber.”

45 “I love him, but if he's broken, let's not get a new one.”

46 “We can't keep explaining everything. Read that book we gave you.”

47 “You know deep down inside, NAME’s a nice guy.” “The problem isn't what's on the inside. It's the creepy candy coating.”

48 “Um, you know it's kinda early. Do you wanna maybe come in for some coffee or something?” “Oh gee, its a little late for coffee isn't it?” “Aw, you think coffee means coffee. That is so sweet.”

49 “The thing about tomatoes, I think you will really enjoy this, is that they are shelved with the vegetables but they are technically a fruit.” “Interesting.” “Isn't it!” “No, I mean what you find enjoyable.”

50 “Do or do not do there is no try.” “Did you just quote Star Wars?” “I believe I quoted The Empire Strikes Back.”

51 “You can't let him/her get into your head.” “It's too late for me, my head is his/her summer house.”

52 “Well, while they're acting like teenagers we could do something grown up.” “Ooh, you mean like a museum?” “Yes, like a museum but anything else!”

53 “NAME’s being reasonable.” “Yeah, it's freaking me out. I'm gonna go.”

54 “Oh, my God, he/she won't stop.” “How does he/she keep coming up with new ways to be annoying?” “Nobody knows. That's why he’s/she's number one.”

55 “I love you.” “Who cares?”

56 “You're okay with an experiment where you have to answer awkward questions about your innermost feelings?” “Yes.” “Please can I do it with him/her, please.”

57 “Don't be like that. You two need to talk this out.” “Yeah, because you sound really funny.”

58 “I really thought he/she was going to say ‘let it go’.”

59 “Honey, you don't have to thank me every time we have sex, sweetie.”

60 “I finally realize I don't need to be famous or have some big career to be happy.” “Well what do you need?” “You, you stupid Poptart.”

61 “What are you saying? That I'm using my body to get dinner? That I'm some sort of Chinese food prostitute?”

62 “I was unstoppable. I was on fire. It was like my mind and my body were totally connected, like athletes must feel when they're in the zone.” “Again, it was miniature golf.” “Admit it, you're a little turned on.” “You can't be this proud.” “Why not?” “Because I beat you.”

63 “How do you not know how to use glue? Did you ditch pre-school?” “Yeah, but only because I was dating a second-grader.”

64 “Come on. How can you be sad when you're going home with all five foot six of this?” “You think you're five foot six? That's funny.”

65 “Look, I'm telling you I've done it. I clearly remember the cow standing up and then a cow on its side.” “Were you drunk?” “I was sixteen and in Nebraska, what do you think?” “I think you're the one who fell over.” “Well that would explain why the sky was also on its side.”

66 “I need to go back to dating dumb guys/girls from the gym.”

67 “We'll take you to the mall to get it done.” “Why? I can do it right here.” “Really? You have a piercing gun?” “No. All you need is a needle and an ice cube. I've done it, like, a dozen times.” “Oh, I don't know.” “Oh, come on. I'll be gentle. Let me take your ear virginity.” “This party's weird.”

68 “So is that it? Are we engaged?” “Yeah, I think so.” “All right.” “What's wrong?” “I'm not sure. It just feels a little anti-climactic.” “Yeah, it kinda does, doesn't it?”

69 “I promise next time I get married, it won't be a joke. It will be for love ... or money.”

70 “I don't understand, exactly how did he/she get any friends in the first place?” “We liked NAME.”

71 “Here, have some pizza, sweetie.” “You know I'm lactose intolerant.” “I know; I just need you to stop talking.”

72 “So, what do you think?” “I thought it would be a little more ... just more.” “I'm not even sure why we were out of breath.”

73 “I mean I was on fire. I was in the zone like an athlete.” “Sweetie, I beat you at this, too.”

74 “Well, I can't eat like a ten-year-old all the time.” “You're dating somebody! Who is it?” “What? What are you talking about?” “You only watch what you eat when you're afraid you might have to take your shirt off.”

75 “So I'm like a bran muffin?” “What? No, that's not what I'm saying.” “No, that's exactly what you're saying. I'm the boring thing you're choosing because I'm good for you.” “What does it matter? I'm choosing you.” “It matters a lot. I don't want to be a bran muffin. I want to be a cinnabon, a strawberry pop tart. Something you're excited about, even if it could give you diabetes.” “Sweetie, you can be any pastry you want.”

#big bang theory quotes #big bang theory prompts #penny #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #i live in covid 19 hell #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy

[kaffeinic]

Caffeinic | Bang Chan

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Barista!Bang Chan

Genre: Neutral // Slight Fluff // Romance

Warnings: Fem!Reader

Preamble: You’ve been going to the same coffee shop for the past four years. You’ve ordered the same thing almost every single day, and you never, ever skip on that part of your morning. So, when Mrs. Park hired a new barista and the once serene café was suddenly flooded with people every second of the day, you were less than thrilled.

It’s the day of the party, and you’re currently standing dead center in the middle of your bedroom, - which is completely covered from corner to corner in clothes and hangers - trying to find something, anything, that you can wear.

The problem isn’t that nothing looks good. You personally like your style. The problem is that you don’t know how to dress. You know that you asked to not go in the water, but should you wear a swimsuit and/or something beachy anyway? Should you just show up in something casual, like a hoodie or t-shirt?

This is the only thing you’ve been doing for three hours straight.

Growling in frustration, you carefully tip-toed out of the room using the tiny bits of floor that were still visible to avoid dirtying your clothes. It was then that you heard your phone vibrate from the other side of the room.

Turning back around with a sprinkle or two of colourful language, you made your way back to your phone, checking the text. It was from Junseok.

Hey! We decided not to go to the pool. Are you cool with just being at the apartment?

You squealed in delight. This essentially eliminated the inner turmoil you had been completely overdramatizing, causing a wave of relief to rush through your body.

Yeah, of course! Same time?

You replied to him, tapping your foot as you waited eagerly for his response.

Yeah. See you then!

You smiled from ear to ear and threw on a change of clothes, which consisted of a white sweater, ripped blue jeans, and a pair of white adidas. You styled your hair and threw a few items in your book bag - whose old contents were neatly stacked on your desk - and walked out of the front door.

Junseok’s apartment was within walking distance, so you took your time and enjoyed the sounds of birds and people chatting in the distance. It took about ten minutes to get there, give or take. Junseok’s apartment was pretty much the exact same type as yours, so you already felt a bit of comfort knowing the general layout of the place. When you arrived at the door, you could faintly hear pop music playing inside. You knocked, fixing your bag to lie better on your shoulder. Your friend - honestly, more of an acquaintance - greeted you with a smile.

“Y/n! I’m happy to see you! Come on in!” He was absolutely beaming, very proud of the party he had put together. There were already seven people chatting in various sizes of groups in the living room, and you could hear more people around the corner in the kitchen. You didn’t smell booze, and internally thanked Junseok for that.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You said, stepping inside and taking a better look.

“Just make yourself at home. The bathroom is upstairs-” He paused. “Wait. You said you lived in the neighbourhood; you probably already knew that.” He began to chuckle in embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, I hope you have some fun!” With that, he waved and walked off to speak to more of the guests.

You found yourself suddenly very uncomfortable. Apart from Junseok, you recognized no one. According to your memory, you haven’t ever been to a party like this. You awkwardly held your arms and moved towards a wall in the living room that separated it from the kitchen. You could still hear the buzzing of voices from around the corner. Most of the conversations revolved around gossip and/or dating. You began to notice that many people were in different corners of the house, making out unapologetically. You scowled in disgust.

You reached into your book bag, groping blindly for your phone. If you didn’t know anyone here, you would at least try to act like you knew people who wanted to talk elsewhere. You had your phone opened to the texting application, swiping up and down to seem like you were doing something. Getting bored, you looked up coffee art on Instagram.

Most of what you saw was latte art, but you found yourself drooling over the intricately designed cakes as well. Suddenly, you wanted coffee. Gee, I wonder why. You shook off the thought, continuing scrolling through the videos. You came across one from the Parks’ café and couldn’t resist watching.

You saw Mrs. Park at the counter, talking gleefully to the camera, explaining the types of coffee you could buy there. In the background, you saw that same head of curly blonde hair that greeted you when you would enter the shop. Chan was called over to the camera to show the cup of coffee he had just made. It looked delicious. Someone cleared their throat behind you, breathing on your neck.

You instinctively scooted away and gave a warning. “I’m not interested in you or making out with you in the back room. Go away.”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on it, but it’s good to know you’re not here for a one night stand.” Chan’s voice sounded playful. You looked up to see the man with arms folded, leaning against the wall next to you. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He wore a white hoodie with a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and boots. His hair was styled and he smelled of cologne.

“I didn’t expect you, either.” You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker.” Chan’s eyes widened and he took a moment to process your comment before laughing.

“I couldn’t let all of these guys pressure you into making out in- Where was it that you said? The back room?” He smiled gleefully and you returned the gesture. “Remember when I told you I had a friend that lived near you? It’s Junseok.”

“Wow. I only got invited as a favour to a friend.” You rolled your eyes, not entirely faking the pain.

“I didn’t say anything to him. He called me yesterday to ask if I’d like to come over tonight.” Chan moved closer and turned to face you. “Maybe it was fate?” With that, you giggled, immediately embarrassed that his stupid joke made you laugh.

“Jokes aside, I’m glad to see you. It’s... uncomfortable here.” You looked down, placing your phone in your pocket.

“Can’t say I’m not surprised.” Chan replied. “You’re more of a studious, introverted type. When I said I didn’t expect you to be here, I meant it.” He smiled at you again, making you forget everything else around you - even the loud sounds of melodramatic storytelling coming from the kitchen. You turned to face Chan.

“I honestly don’t know what I’m doing here.” You admitted, looking down. Chan’s hand wrapped around your shoulder.

“You don’t need to stay. I could take you back home.” He offered. You smiled at his kindness and shook your head.

“I think I’ll try to stay a bit longer. I need life experiences that don’t involve a textbook and laptop.” You said. Chan’s hand left your shoulder and returned to its original position in his pocket as he looked at you.

“You can be my lost puppy if you want to.” He said. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Your what..?”

“You can follow me around. Or not. It’s just an option.” He replied. You had a Eureka moment and nodded.

“What were you planning on doing?” You asked.

“I was going to swim, but it seems we aren’t going to the pool. I feel cheated.” He said, eyes narrowing at Junseok from across the room. “The only reason I came is because he said we would go swimming.” You laughed at his annoyance and looked back at Junseok. He was chatting happily when he turned to you and waved Chan over.

“Yo, come over here. I want you to meet someone.” He said. Chan looked at you and ushered you to follow him. You two walked up to Junseok to see a very pretty - albeit very snobby looking - girl. She smiled at Chan and waved.

“Hello.” Chan said. The girl all but made heart eyes at him.

“Hey there. I’m Kim Seoyeon.” She said. You looked down, immediately uncomfortable. Was Junseok trying to play matchmaker? You thought Chan was into you. He held out his hand politely and she shook it.

“You need a girl, bro. I think you’d like Seoyeon here. She models.” Junseok said. You could tell that he meant no harm, but it still hurt. Chan smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Seoyeon, but I have my eyes on someone right now.” Chan moved a bit closer to you, and your heart fluttered. Did he just reject her to try to make a relationship with you?

“With this?” She said, looking at you with disgust. “You’ve gotta be kidding. I’m way prettier.”

“No, you’re not.” Chan said. He looked at you and gestured you to walk away with him. Before leaving, he turned to Junseok. “Thanks anyway, mate.” Junseok’s eyes were wide with surprise from the last few moments that transpired, but he looked at you and frowned.

“But Seoyeon is more your type. Y/n is my-” He stopped himself. “Not your type.” It was at that moment that you understood what was going on. Junseok invited you because he liked you, and when he saw you chatting with Chan, he wanted to deter the two of you from getting too close.

“I’m sorry. I’m not interested. Maybe you could date her, if you really think she’s that pretty.” He said. Something told you that Chan had figured out what was going on, too. He didn’t seem happy about it. You looked around, then held up your hands.

“Hey, guys- I think I’ll just go home. It’s okay.” You said. Both of the boys looked at you with disappointment.

“No, please don’t leave. I invited you here.” Junseok said.

“It’s okay, I can see you at the university.” You replied.

“But, Y/n-” Junseok tried to argue, but Seoyeon cut him off.

“If she wants to leave, let her leave.” She said. Though you knew her ulterior motive behind that remark, you still were happy that she wasn’t opposed. Junseok looked defeated.

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” You said with a smile. He held the back of his neck, smiling.

“Bye!” You waved to him and Seoyeon and headed for the door. You heard Chan’s footsteps follow you.

“I said I would take you home, and it’s dark now.” He explained. “May I?” You looked up at him and smiled.

“You should go enjoy the party.”

“Snobby girls, no pool, an inevitable awkward conversation with my friend, and a lack of my favourite coffee addict? I think I’ll pass.” He opened the door for you. “Let’s go.” You stepped outside.

“Thanks, Channie.” You said. He smiled again at the nickname.

“Oh, I love that.” He walked toward his car and opened the passenger door.

“What a gentleman.” You said, taking a seat. He grinned and closed the door. When he sat down, he shoved his keys into the ignition and started the engine.

“Y/n?” He said. You looked up at him quizzically. “I don’t want you to think I’m looking for anything else on the side.” He said. It took a moment for you to process.

“I know.” You said. “It was pretty obvious.” You laughed at the situation. Chan didn’t laugh, but he did smile.

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“I-” He began. “I don’t know. For everything.” You two sat in silence for most of the ride, which was only a couple of minutes. You seriously could have walked home yourself.

When he pulled up into your parking lot, he didn’t say anything. After an awkward silence, you began to gather your things and open the door.

“Y/n, could I have your phone number?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, reaching in your bag for your phone. It was a new number that you weren’t too sure you had memorized. You definitely didn’t want to give Chan a fake number by mistake. You continued searching in your bag, but failed to find the device.

“Where’s my phone?” You asked yourself. Chan looked around the dashboard and the floor where you sat.

“Should we go back?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah.”

Fast forward a few minutes and you were back at the party again. You and Chan opened the door and looked around, but didn’t see it anywhere. Junseok and Seoyeon came up behind you with confused and/or concerned looks on their faces.

“What are you looking for?” The boy asked. You didn’t really look at him, but you replied.

“My phone. I know I had it when I got here.” You explained. From behind, unbeknownst to you or the two men, Seoyeon smiled devilishly.

“I could try calling it.” Junseok offered. You nodded, then stopped him after a moment.

“It’s on vibrate. Crap.” You muttered. Seoyeon fiddled with the device in her pocket, shutting it down. After a few moments, you and Chan gave up and left. After saying your goodbyes, you plopped on your bed, exhausted.

You went to sleep that night with a sinking feeling in your stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

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