#this chat has both made and ruined my day i'll be thinking about this for months now

[changingplumbob]

Random Ramblings

If this is somehow even more long winded than I normally am (yeah it's long), it's because I'm going through an IBS flare up that is kicking my butt.

BUT I wanted to get my thoughts out about some of my content warnings, because I'm very tired and have been shoving the same one in front of my Reece/Samir parts even if they might not reflect that particular part because I'm too tired to judge how spicy warrants a spice warning.

Where to start... If you haven't figured it out, all my grown sims are currently woohoo positive, as in they do not think that how much woohoo a sim does or does not have dictates how "good" a person is. Why? Because whoever made sex synonymous with shame is stupid and has ruined many a life (it was probably a dude, no offense dudes out there).

While I don't currently have any sims that are asexual, not all my sims feel the same about woohoo.

For example Charlie and Kaori would choose a good chat over woohoo most times. Not because they don't love each other, or are averse to woohoo, but because that's who they are together. Most days they tire themselves out as athletes and prefer to relax together

Cassandra and Rahul on the other hand love to have woohoo, particularly unprotected, three kids and still not done

Keira, who rolled the soulmate aspiration, chose to wait before she had woohoo. Her high school girlfriend (Morgan Fryes) cheated on her because she wouldn't woohoo. Even after meeting Marta (her now fiance) she wanted to wait until she felt comfortable being vulnerable around her.

Then of course we have my superstar Joey who is aromantic but allosexual (a mod did that, I didn't choose it). As soon as he became a YA he got a fwb. His philosophy is basically, oh she identifies as she? Can I hit it? I love you Joey that's why I call you a slut

Normally I just chuck up a sim spice warning if there are some screenshots taken during woohoo. Me being me, I don't feel like including pixel private parts in my published posts. Kudos to all you who do, it's just not my style. It's also rare that I'll write about anything that happens during a woohoo session, mostly I'll just write some foreplay then say it happened. That said, I do like to chuck in innuendo here and there if it feels like something my sims would say (any other writers feel like they know exactly what their sims would say at times?). I'm also not in a hurry to be classified as a mature blog, purely because that doesn't fit like 95% of my gameplay. Yes, I use wicked whims for my gameplay, but that doesn't mean I'm going to show you Luna being a lowkey pillow princess... shut up brain you can't just say that

Finally, on to my babies Reece and Samir. If there are spectrum's they are at the extreme end (also in my country the age of consent is 16 so any hijinks they get up before Reece turns 18 isn't percieved as illegal here). They both enjoy woohoo, like a lot a lot. Probably didn't help that there rotation had love day in it but they both also have high woohoo drives. They were flirty most of the time, so what would they do in that state? Sweet talk each other of course.

Now, if you weren't aware and you probably weren't cause it's been ages since their last rotation Reece and Samir also have a dynamic my other sims don't. Although on reflection Bob and Eliza have it as well, just to a lesser extent. Reece, chatterbox ego that he is, is a submissive. Samir, who barely says more than a sentence to anyone but Reece, is a dominant. When together they'll often lean into these roles, using both innuendo and statements of things their partner does that they're in to. Some people would probably label things that even use those words as mature, but it's a dynamic that exists people.

Now their chapter isn't me suddenly switching to speaking in 100% innuendo, but it has more than my average writing, at least for the first half you'll understand later if you read hence the sim spice warning. Looking back on it the chapter does not contain any screenshots mid woohoo, but the dialogue makes me want to put a disclosure above the cut, since I'm still not sure of all the rules around here, and my IBS is making it hard to focus right now.

Woohoo talk done? It's done! That's what she said... shut up brain, we're not twelve!

The other warning is about sim death. No one dies in the chapter but it deals with figuring out what happened to Samir's birth parents. Previously it's been established they were killed when he was 5 but the chapter and my Samir flashback pov short bit that I am low key proud of does involve mention of blood, death, dying etc. Me being me, I do not include any screenshots of dead, dying or seriously bleeding sims, it's not my aesthetic (don't act as though you don't love playing Until Dawn, the Quarry and The Dark Pictures Anthology which is full of gore... okay yes but gore does make me queasy for the most part, could never ever watch a saw film) and things aren't described in explicit detail. But death is death and grief is complex. It can hit you at unexpected times in unexpected ways.

So why am I bothering to put content warnings at all? Still sounds pretty tame. Yeah, probably, but as mentioned, I still don't know all the rules around here. Plus I would choose for someone to not read my story and avoid seeing something that upset them, than have someone grieving a loss see my dead sims bodies on their dash because I tagged it Sims4 every time. So if you see a content warning on my post, it most often just means viewer discretion advised. Not that you'll click and get flashed by my sims.

#upcoming #but not the next family #wow #This is longer than intended #Thanks for coming to my ted talk #but these thoughts have been in my head as I write #ramble ramble ramble #Is it time for more painkillers yet #oh nearly #Hoorah #Cramps are killing me right now #sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Guess if this gets labelled as mature then I'll know right

[despairforme]

congratulations on the 9 years with the spoon! any tips on sticking to writing the same character for so long without the fandom ruining them? genuinely curious!

[ ;O;//// Thank you so much anon! I'm super happy about having written him for 9 years. Thinking about all the time I've dedicated to my hobby, all the hours I've given him... Makes me happy. I'm living my best life!

I'd be happy to share some tips about sticking to a character. At least I can share what has worked for me. I can 5/5 recommend having such a long journey with a character. It's a commitment you won't regret! I'm not really sure what you mean by "the fandom ruining them", but I'll give my take anyway xD -

Picking a character that inspires you. I think this is the most important thing. I started writing Nnoitra initially because I enjoyed drawing him. He gave me a ton of inspiration for drawing, and I figured it might be the same for writing, and I was right. I'm always, ALWAYS inspired to write Nnoitra, because he is the source of my inspiration.

Writing them how YOU want, not how others want. Staying secure and confident in your portrayal is underrated. I've stayed away from discussing my portrayal (it's in my rules that I prefer not to discuss how I write him). Don't let people tell you how you should portray your muse. If they don't like the way you write them, they can give writing them a go themselves. If you disagree with popular fanon ect, then go your own way. Your muse is yours.

About mirrors / duplicates. How people deal with mirrors/duplicates of the same muse really depends on the person, I think. In my early days of writing Nnoitra, I used to block/blacklist all other Nnoitra writers, because I didn't want to see their take on Nnoitra. I was "possessive" of him, if that makes sense. Now, I'm happy to see different versions of him, and I enjoy writing with my duplicates. Seeing other people love him is wholesome to me! I wish I'd interacted with my duplicates a lot sooner, and chatted with them. Talking to duplicates and befriending them has made me more confident and comfortable, so I would personally recommend that approach.

Building friendships, navigating the community. Interacting with lots of different people, both new and old people in the fandom is important in order to get enough interactions and connections. It's pretty difficult to write a muse for many years if you don't build any rp-connections. Also, having long-term friendships with your partners is amazing. There are people on here I've known for 10 years now! It's wild! Staying AWAY from drama is also incredibly important. You don't want any negativity to be attached to your blog. You don't want to feel anxious when logging on. Don't engage with any drama. Don't comment on it, don't give your opinion, don't discuss it with anyone. You never know when someone might take something out-of-context, or how "big" even small drama can grow. If drama is going on in the fandom, I'd recommend just blacklisting it, or going offline until it dies down. If you're keeping your blog for a long time, remember that people can go back and find things you've written ages ago. Maybe that one friend you stuck up for 2 years ago really does turn out to be a scam-artist or a predator. Don't underestimate how petty people can be. They can go back and find your posts about supporting this person and bam, you're added to a do-not-interact list. Even if all you did was support your friend at the time. If you get anon hate in your inbox, block and delete the ask. You don't need that negativity on your long-term blog. IDK I like to think of my blog as a garden that I'm cultivating?? I generally keep only positive, nice things on it. Things that I can go back and look at with approval and happiness.

Branching out of the fandom. This is probably (imo) the most important thing. I don't think I would've been able to write for 9 years if I hadn't branched out of the fandom. Not because the fandom is bad. Not because it doesn't inspire me, but because the amount of plots really is limited. Having to work within the boundaries of the fandom, and with a limited amount of characters isn't sustainable for 9 years. I love canon interactions, but I can't base my whole writing on that. It's too repetitive, which brings me to my next tip -

Give yourself the plots you crave. Getting "bored" of a muse can happen if you find yourself more interested in something else. Watched a new fantasy-anime? Maybe you're really into this one pirate show. Maybe you're interested in a specific time in history. MAKE THAT AU!! I cannot recommend AUs enough!! If you want to write a pirate muse, instead of making a new muse, just make an AU for your current muse. I have over 30 AUs for Nnoitra at this point, most of them inspired from either shows I've watched or specific interests I have ( like my formula 1!au, since I'm a huge f1 fan ). Don't be afraid to reach out to people who might be interested in writing the AUs with you. Don't be afraid to write drabbles for the AUs.

A continuous story. Another tip I can give for keeping things interesting, is to have a "story" for your muse that you continue through the years. Like my Nnoitra's main verse. Everything that happens to him in that verse progresses the story. The muses he interacts with become characters in his story. I get to see him develop and have ups and downs. It's like watching your favorite show with your favorite character, and there is always a new season. 5/5.

Hope this helps! This is just some things I could think of on the top of my head. And, this is just from my personal experience! ]

#[ fjfjfj i'm flattered you'd ask my opinion anon! ] #[ don't know if any of this stuff is controversal or new tho xD ] #[ BUT YEAH this is how i kept my blog for 9 years pretty much ] #[ - runs hands all over my blog - my precious safe space uvu ] #toby post. ╱ out of character. #longpost //

[anarkali-disco-chali]

ok so yeahh let's continue.

So, one day I asked him for his Instagram password and he gave me. His name is pavan tho. So, like I insisted him to give me his password and yes he gave me and in return I gave him my password. I have nothing to hide so I gave. While looking at his dm, a text came from a girl she was the girl he broke up with, she texted,'' haan?? aagyi m ab bolo''. When I opened the chat there was literally nothing but just that last text. (like puri chat khali and ye ky h?)

I was like who is she?? and why is she texting you?? and why is she saying like this??

He said, well tbh I don't wanna hide anything so she was sending me her nudes and we had a sex chat. I was like oh okk- nvm. And didn't talked to him he did everything to convience me so finally I agreed.

So we were talking about that he said, '' you won't believe but I actually have had sex with a hoe''. My reaction was so shocked and idk what i was feeling. He said that was my past let it be naa trust me i won't do anything again like this.

So, after that during July things were wrong with me and my parents took away my mobile phone. I was like okay so I use to talk to him at night and early morning like 3-4:30 in the morning I use to wake up so early and he use talk for hours. We both have to wait so long to talk to each other. Later on I saw, he was losing interest with me may be because of lack of conversation.

Months were passing.. julyy... August... September....

And here it comes, one day he texted me,'' mujhse itna attach mt ho mujhe waise bhi e relationship ni chahiye''. I was all numb and replied,"ok".

And BLOCKED him*

The other day I shamelessly texted him like a 10 y/o immature child who has lost his favourite toy.

"Why are you doing this?? YK i can't live without you, you have became my habit and i can't even think living without you, if you had to do this then first point per he mujhe apne aap se itna attached ni karna tha. He started pointing at my flaws and made me feel that it's all my fault.

Days passed but ofc i can't even forget him, everyday all I hoped was just one text from him, later i saw him matching pfp with an e girl.

I was like ok-

I literally tried every possible way to bring him back and yeah one day he came back but things Weren't the same i was constantly trying to fix things and he was constantly trying to ruin it all.

And here it comes he left again. ik I was so stupid but I was(am) so in love with him.

Now, this time when he left I heard it from some of his friends that he has a real life gf and he's busy so i just stopped doing everything (trying to being him back in my life)

on 31 dec 2022,

he texted me again, I tried my best to not to fall again (being a sigma female chad) but somehow I again fallen for him and confessed what I feel. He said he was sorry for what he did leaving me for other girls. And said he won't hurt me or leave me ever again.

on 1 Jan 2023,

at night we talked for hours after so long.

omg take me back to 1st January lol

So, things were basically going right he told me about his exes how toxic they were (less toxic than him tho) but I was happy that he is back finally and I'll hold him a little tighter and not let him go away but things don't go as we want.

Jitna I tried to hold him,

utna he was trying to leave.

so, i stopped doing that. One day i.e, 11 Jan we had a little fight and that's when we parted away.

he said-

So, this was now about my self respect and I said aggressively,'' I'll never ever text you again, mark my fucking words ''.

I actually did it, omg i was so proud of myself.

I rid myself of toxicity and everything, now I'm healing but actually happy tho. I won't let him ruin things again. Now the thing is that the girl who use to gave him nudes was his gf and he never broke up with her. Like how can people be so selfish???

But deep down I still have a soft corner for him idk why may be because I saw a soft side of him that nobody saw even if that was fake-

We did so many stupid things together omg i swear.

IDC but I'm done with him.

(he never asked me for nudes or sex chat) the good thing about him. We weren't made for each other, just for a small part that left a huge mark on my life.

His birthday is on 27 Feb and i really wanna wish him but I want to stick on my words. (advice do)

#im cryin #im broke #i miss his voice

[shslpunkartist99]

Hiiiiii

What a... fuckin' year

It's a doozy, so.. y'know the drill

So I've been more quiet as the year slowly drew to a close. The holidays have become a stressful time for me now. It used to only be because of work (work is always hectic for the holidays), but after moving out a couple of states away from my og home, it got more stressful trying to visit family. My manager didn't help with it either, literally delaying in approving my time off, so I had to go broke buying expensive plane tickets. Had to work a shit ton, both to make as much money as I could AND because it was the standard (we're an entertainment place for all ages, so yeah. Hella busy).

The holidays themselves were.. not the best. You guys know I don't talk much, and the few friends I have know that I'm not a social person (I feel constantly guilty about that). I would be perfectly content sitting at the edge of the table with friends while they chatted away. Hell, I'd be content not talking to anyone for over a month.

This ends up including my family, unfortunately. I know family is important and I need to keep in touch with them, but it's difficult. Both of our lives are extremely boring and mundane: we work, we rest at home, we eat, that's all. None of us go out to travel. None of us do any exciting activities. It's the same day everyday.

I bring this up because my silence has gotten people close to me to believe that I don't care about them. I don't keep in touch, therefore I don't care. I "only think about myself", so I'm selfish. I "don't think about other people", so I'm a careless person.

So that, uh... fucked me up.

We made the most of it, them claiming they don't want the holiday ruined (even though I was already defeated day 1 out of 4), so it ended.. ok? But it still sucked. Especially since I ended up getting sick. Medicine only made it worse because haha, why would it WANT to help? (Had me puking after taking it. Hadn't puked in years). I'm still sick now (haven't had time to properly recover because I had to work to make up for lost time, and my job wouldn't have me go back to work until I got a doctor's note, and that's just added stress I didn't want to deal with), but at least I have today and tomorrow to rest up.

Now that the holidays are done and over with, things should go back to how they SHOULD be: answering you guys' asks more often, putting up more frequent content and ideas, actually keeping in touch with friends.. the good stuff. Work should slow down to a much easier pace after this week (starting this week tbh, the next "big" event isn't until the end of this month), so I should be able to manage my time and energy properly.

I'm not gonna make any big deal about resolutions or anything like that, but I do want to try and get a writing piece done every week or something. Whether based on an existing idea or something random. I want to get the flow going again. Art shouldn't be an issue. Streaming will still be random.

The main thing is also to socialize again. Kim, Shades, I missed you guys. Kinda left ya on read, and I know you guys are super understanding and stuff, but it feels very unfair that you guys do a lot for me, and I don't do anything back. I'm gonna regain focus and energy to properly return the favor. I'm gonna try to keep the same energy with my family too. As shitty as that visit went, they're all I got, and they're all going through issues as well. So if me messaging them a "Hey, how are you?" sparks some joy in them, then I'll do that. At least for my bro, who I feel has been going through the most. He deserves better.

I still got some recovery to do. Not just with the sick or the mental, but also taking care of my home and better habits. Haven't been cleaning or cooking lately because of depression, and it's starting to show. I need to fix that up. But I'm just relieved the year is over, and I don't have to worry as much about work or spending lots of money or traveling or any other shit going on. I can finally (hopefully) relax..

If it's seen as selfish to take care of myself.. tbh? I'm defeated. I don't care anymore. I'm barely holding myself together with cheap tape. But with things easing up, it should be better. Should be easier.

I might still be a lil quiet here still until at least the sick is gone, but I might do lil stuff here and there. Probably have the Punks take over a lil for fun. I've been thinking about them a lot, as well as the comfort characters Keith, Leroy, and Naomi (I've actually been having multiple dreams with her, which made me really happy. I'll talk about them one day. She's so cool).

You guys have made for a great year tbh. Helping me develop ideas and being interested in my silly gay characters and aus. Idk how many of you are here (or still here), but I wouldn't have a happy corner without you guys. Thank you so much. I hope you guys had a great holiday, had a good enough year, and will continue to have fun times for the current future.

♤♡◇♧Bloop♧◇♡♤

#Punk Posts #part of me wanted to make a video out of this but my voice might be going so

[the-trinket-witch]

Practically Perfect Vignette: Azul

(CW: talks of self image, low self esteem. Debatably OOC, but The ending is a set up for down the road.)

"I'm-I have to apologize, for sending those two out to interrogate you," Azul finally admitted, one day. "It was…unprofessional of me. I didn't know when a good time to say this would be but I am. I didn't trust that you were being genuine in wanting to actually be friends." It had been a long time since he had found it difficult to form words. "Thank you for proving your sincerity."

"I understand. If you've grown up on that proposition only ever being some cruel prank, who wouldn't want to make absolutely sure? I told those two, while you had…Overblotted: having that info itself wasn't the issue. To be honest, it just means I don't have to explain anything. I will have to catch up, myself, for us to equally know each other. I’m a bit at a disadvantage since you know more than me. No, my issue was just…how," Albert replied. He shivered at the memory.

The two had finished class, and had planned to spend the rest of the day with each other, their conversation carrying them wherever. It ended up with the two treading over towards Octavinelle and its sights from under the sea. 

"Jade's Shock the Heart: it's proven to be rather effective at extracting information. Of course," Azul turned towards Al with a teasing smile and a nudge, "the overly cautious and strong willed are in no danger of falling for it."

Albert's eyes narrowed, his cheeks puffed in annoyance. "We'll gets ya ta talk, Mista Eastwind, see? We gots ways of makin' ya talk," he replied in a mock-mobster tone, referencing a film he couldn't remember the title of. It incited a quick burst from Azul as they both made a seat on one of the benches in the hallway. But then, Albert seemed to deflate, "Can't really say it was a pleasant experience."

The answer brought Azul pause, brow knitting in concern. "It's not…supposed to hurt."

"No, no, it didn't physically, it's just… I don't like having control over myself taken from me. It felt like… those dreams where you fall or drowning, or a crash, and you know eventually you’ll have to impact, but that awful anticipation of when," Albert had turned his gaze to the nautical life floating by with a thud of his head against the glass. "They've probably told you already but: there's been one too many times in my life where things had gotten out of hand in the worst of ways. I don't think I can really help it anymore, trying to keep things in set parameters, or trying to think of every angle-"

"-Possible to make sure as little goes wrong as it can," Azul finished. "I know what you mean about that. My contracts are proof enough of that. Physical evidence with all the terms and conditions laid out." He let out another chuff, a smile in his voice, "And yet…"

"And yet it could all be laid to ruin with just one oversight. My apologies, again. Granted, I'd have liked to have had a place to go home to, once I was out of the infirmary," Albert finished in turn. "I think we both can still learn a little from each other about trust and control."

"Speaking of, I think I need to cut our time short-the change in weather has been so dry, I'll need to go for a quick swim to keep hydrated. I'm sure Floyd and Jade have made time to go, themselves. It'll be about an hour and I can meet back up with you in the cafeteria."

"If you're only going to be that long-would you mind if I came with? It's a little late for me to grab my swimming gear but we can still chat by the poolside," Al offered.

Azul made a poor attempt in hiding the hesitance on his face, "You don't have to; I'd actually rather you didn't. You said so yourself, 'you don't have your swimming gear'. I’d…I don't think you’d want to see," he motioned at himself with disgust. "Besides, it's only an hour."

"Have you already forgotten?" Albert smiled, "I've seen you at your literal worst. What you look like without all that blot cannot be any worse. Can I offer a promise that I won't say anything about it the entire time?" He extended a pinky with the offer. 

"I think that might be too much of a promise to keep, even for you. Keep turned around, if you absolutely insist. But, if you happen to see, I ask you have something prepared to trade. Something I don't already know about you," Azul mimicked his friend's gesture. 

"Deal." The two connected, making their pact, before heading out. 

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The two of them retreated to Azul's room, to the pool leading out into the surrounding ocean. It was still interesting to Al that some of Octavinelle’s dorm rooms were equipped with such. Of course it made things more comfortably private. Albert took to turning his back to allow his friend privacy while changing. He took the opportunity, himself, to take off his jacket and shoes. The sound of water being disturbed was his cue that his classmate hadn't immediately retreated. 

 Azul's head was all that breached the surface, his skin now pale grey. A dusting of purple crossed his cheeks; his attention he couldn't settle between Albert sitting off poolside or some random piece of tile. Part of him was regretting the offer anyway, but some miniscule ember burned inside. Something that wanted to be seen; maybe it was the desire to learn more about Albert? Would that new information be worth showing his natural form? He wasn't a fan of being in such a position, having to look up towards someone, even if he was proportionately larger than them.

"You don't have to sit all the way over there. I've already completed my homework if you need someone to go over yours," He sighed.

Albert almost didn't hear it with how dry the cecaelia's voice was; it was if water was the preferred medium for it to travel. The human was willing to accommodate, though, as the book snapped shut and Al shuffled back towards the edge. Azul watched him open the book and lay it beside him with an almost expectant look. The mer swallowed his anxiety and reached out to try grabbing the homework. His grip was stiff as he caught Al's eyes inevitably wander from his black and grey hand all the way back to his face. Azul froze. His skin prickled into spines with a dreaded anticipation. This is it-he's going to start laughing or running in terror. All Albert did, though, was prostrate at the edge of the water, dropping to almost eye level with Azul. A purple heat washed over the mer's face when he saw Albert's expression.

It was hard for Al to contain his emotions; he wasn't sure whether his face gave away his fascination? Adoration? Awe? 

"Oh wow. You look incredible. Is…is that bioluminescence? Do you have 3 hearts, then? Does each tentacle have independent thought? Do they get confusing? How-" Albert caught himself, having already rattled off so many questions. He smacked his head into the tile to hide an embarrassed shade across his own cheeks.  "That was beyond rude of me. I'm terribly sorry. You're not a damn zoo exhibit. Forgive me-it's just…Please don't take this wrong but…you look absolutely fascinating." 

As the last of his words fell out, his face only grew hotter. He groaned into the tile, hiding his head in his elbows with shame. He whipped his head back up, though, at the sound of Azul laughing.

 It was humorless, faint and dry as the rest of his voice. He hoisted his torso further out of the water, resting his head in his hands. His change in position only put more of his lower half on display. Indeed he had morphed to about twice his size, each aspect still proportionate to his smaller human frame. Even so, such a scale would make most folks feel small in comparison to the length of the 8 dark appendages floating behind him.

"Am I to assume this as an earnest attempt at flattery or an elaborate attempt at cruelty?" He whispered with a preemptive tinge of venom. "Well, here I am in all my chubby, awkward horror." His expression seemed braced for impact. He didn't expect the face Albert was making: frustration and hurt. "What?"

"I can't change how you see yourself, but dammitall, Azul Ashengrotto. Don't just dismiss me like that,” Al didn’t mean to sound like a scolding parent, even if his frustration forced words out before he could think. “Sorry-but now I have to wonder who told you that, for it to stick with you all these years. Because, since I have to spell it out: No, you're not awkward, or horrific. I’m not here to pity you, you don’t need it. I'm being genuine when I say you’re none of those, certainly aren't 'chubby'. Even if you were, then, hell, by that metric so would I. You have 8 extra limbs to account for, so that's quite a bit unfair to yourself."

Albert rolled onto his back and began rolling up his sleeves and pants in a huff. His look of frustration didn't lift as he fiddled with a few buttons and took his glasses off before laying back down. 

"What are you doing?" Azul had to distract himself from that creeping flutter in his gut. Something twisting at such an aggressive rejection to his personal description.

"Keeping my end of our deal. And showing you I'm not talking out one side of my face."

He thrust his legs up with a grunt, throwing himself backwards into the drink. Azul sank down to accompany him as he fidgeted with the last of his shirt buttons. Albert threw his shirt open for Azul to see. He pointed sharply at his soft torso and bound chest. Azul floated in, curious about the article underneath. They sat suspended as one put the pieces of the other mentally together. Albert locked hands with him to bring him back to the surface once the need for air called. He floated back towards the poolside to grab his glasses and brush back his now wet hair.

"There. Behold: Albert Eastwind in all his soft, feminine ‘glory’. I’ve told you I don’t like lying, because I wasn’t when I said I understood you. I know that exact feeling; looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing something completely different from what everyone else does. But you feel like you’re the only one who can see the truth."

Azul stared for a moment more. A pained sadness washed over his friend’s face. Something inside him tore; he’d never had someone sit in such a similar position as him, at least, that they were willing to admit. He also never had someone so aggressively refuse all of the negative aspects he’d internalized. A feigned smile cracked on his face.

"I'd say this was a fair trade. I actually wasn't expecting that out of you, Albert…Thank you."

"Well, since you've laid yourself out for me to see, I guess I figured I'd get this over with early," Al sighed. "I'd imagine most at least have heard of this form of you," Al gestured to the mer's being. "But outside of you, no one else knows about this." His hand retreated back to his own form. "I hope it's sufficient as something for your backpocket. I mean, our agreement didn't specify you had to keep our conversation secret."

"It didn't," Azul answered. His smile wavered at the bite of Albert’s assumption, but he steeled his resolve, "but we're also doing this in confidence as…associates." The word friend still felt too foreign on his tongue to use. He feigned offense with a return of his grin, “To think you would think so lowly of me, of all people, who’s been only gracious since we’ve met~” The thick sarcasm instilled a quick chuckle out of both of them. “It isn’t going to change your enrollment, not your grades, nor your accomplishments thus far. Not much right now as anything I could use 'against' you.”

“Thank you. Just…thank you,” Albert sighed. “I had a lot of time to myself to figure out who I really was. I can’t say I’d want to do it over again if given the chance, but it’s hard to imagine who I might be today if things were different.”

“And I am who I am today…because of this. All the teasing, the name calling, the isolation…because of this damn form of mine. And nothing can change that," The memories soured his mood as he retreated inward. Azul undulated around the rim of the pool, in a manner Al would have likened to pacing. "And yet here you are. Not teasing, calling names, but even enjoy seeing this? You do see why it's so difficult to accept that, don't you? What I wouldn’t have given to have had something, someone like that, growing up. But again, there’s no changing the past."

Albert sat quiet along the poolside, watching his friend 'pace' and justify his own skepticism. Everything in him sparked with frustration. Not at the mer doing laps before him, but at the individuals who put the words in his head that made him pace so. He didn’t want to let his anger show anymore than before, lest he somehow make his friend believe it had been incorrectly directed at him. Al had to let go an internal sigh at the thought of what he’d have liked to have done, if he could go back. How childish, he thought. Not just that, but then what kind of man would Azul have become without spite to fuel him to be who he was now. Would they even have this conversation? Would they even have become acquainted? 

He pushed himself from the side-and away from his pondering-as Azul passed by and reached out for one of the tentacles. The gesture halted the cecaelia in his tracks, beckoning him to turn around. The appendage curled lazily around Al's wrist for purchase. He could feel Albert give a soft but assuring squeeze and nuzzling it with his cheek.

"Then I'm going to even out all that negativity, even if I have to do it all myself."

"After everything I put you and your friends through? Don’t you think it a bit of a waste of kindness?"

"Not to me. Not if it's you."

Al's face had since softened, Azul could see, from frustration to almost a look of pleading. It wasn’t a facade, hiding some ulterior motive. All Azul's years of honing his ability to sniff it out couldn’t  find any. Seeing his associate look at him that way made the bioluminescent blush creep all the faster up to his face, once again. His mind raced wondering how he ended up this way-receiving such praise after so many years of rejection.  He dipped back under the surface to quell his emotions from spilling over. 

Al followed, still tethered by the black appendage. It had since curled further up his arm. The pool couldn’t hide the twist in Azul’s face as he tried fighting back tears. The sensation of hands cupping the sides of his face jolted him, but allowed him to see his friend floating down to eye level. Albert’s hands traveled to his shoulders, giving himself an anchor from floating back up. He didn’t say anything, but the expression he wore spoke for Azul as if to say, ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. You don’t have to believe me, but I’ll be here for when you do.’ He jetted forward a little to land a small kiss on his forehead. 

Azul wiped away some of the ink beading in his eyes, letting his hands rest on top of Albert’s. He gave them a squeeze in turn, meekly murmuring a ‘Thank you'. 

The two resurfaced, both never taking each other's eyes off the other.  Azul broke their silence, "It is bioluminescence. And technically three, in a loose term. And they don't have coherent thought behind their movement, it's hard to explain…"

"It’s beautiful. You're skin defaults to black, but I can see it fleck with blue and red once in a while. I…I wish you could see you the way I do. You’re like starlight. Can I just…" 

Al dipped back under water to trace along where the darker skin faded to grey, his touch seemed to send ripples of purple across his skin. He cataloged the effect under 'goosebumps'. Tracing further brought him back to one of the tentacles. While everything felt rubbery, it wasn't unpleasant, the water helped make it feel a lot smoother. He let it go as he broke the surface again, but before he could head back down, Azul stopped him.

"Wait. These they aren't intelligent on their own, but they can be independent, so when they get touched too much too often, they might…" Azul warned behind a hand to his mouth. "Get a…little handsy."

"That’s entirely my fault. If I'm being too forward I'll stop."

"It’s just… No one's ever looked at me the way you are; it's all a bit new."

"Well I love what I see: I love how you float like lace, I love how every color culminates to frame your face, I love the softness of your hands, I love you I-" Albert couldn't catch the words before they fell out of his mouth. His face grew alight with embarrassment. "I-I just said that…My apologies." 

He scrambled for the edge of the pool, but something snaked its way around his ankle before he could get out. Azul had taken hold with a tentacle, the appendage now glowing violet in patterns not previously seen. 

"Wait. What did you say?” 

"I’m sorry. I didn't say anything until now because…I assumed that wasn't something you were interested in. I've compromised our friendship enough, already. I should go."

He made another attempt at pulling himself out of the water,  but more black appendages came up to envelope him, yanking him back into the drink to face him. 

"No one's ever said that without it being some sick joke. I don't want to trust it, but…"

"A contract. I'll sign one, to ensure I'm only telling you the truth. I'll even bet my damn time magic, but I want to let you decide."

His call would be answered by the manifest of a small shining contract. A tentacle snatched at it to draw it up for both to examine it. 

"The terms: we aren't to betray each other; go behind the other's back. We help each other, regardless of any score. Last: we never lie to each other. Fair?" Albert asked.

"It does," Azul said in hesitance to such a sudden offer. "You've offered your magic, what would you ask of me, should I breach this?"

"Maybe… Forget everything about me up to that point. It'll be like we never met."

Azul took a moment to digest the terms; did he hear that correct? ‘You’ll forget everything about me’. They’d only known each other for a few months but then, why did he feel like it wasn’t fair to have all of that time possibly ripped away? He'd never felt a term have such personal weight before. Part of him wanted to tear the thing up and just hide away in shame. Who willingly loves an octopus? Especially one like himself? Another part of him wanted to just accept him at his word-that small child at the bottom of the Coral Sea, desperate for attention that didn’t line him up as a punchline. He steeled his thoughts with a shaky sigh. A flick of his wrist manifested a pen for the both of them. Albert signed, not once taking his eyes off of the mer. 

The pen sat in the cephalopod's hand, now, with an immeasurable weight. Did he really mean to rope him into this? Did he really not trust his associate, friend, enough to make him sign something that just felt increasingly petty? How childish, he thought. He exhaled and flicked his signature onto the paper. Azul rolled it back up and tossed it over the side of the pool. Once it left his hands he felt Al's reach up to cup his face again.

"Where were we? Oh yes: I love you." 

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #azul ashengrotto #practically perfect fanfic #my writing #oc x azul ashengrotto #Is he OOC? Maybe #BUT GODDAMMIT THIS BOY NEEDS SOME LOVE AND ENCOURAGEMENT

[idkimnotreal]

i think i was unfair to him when i caught him staring and all i wanted at the time was to confirm that he was gay, because it seemed unbelievable. so i laid a trap, i was waiting, i was not delicate. i threw him in the unforgivable cold sea. of feelings. naked, naked to me and only to me.

after i knew that he was gay, something like in the span of 3 seconds, i also knew that he was staring because he liked me. then i became self conscious and shy. that he did see. my body language, the way i shrunk in my chair. that's the picture of me: someone who knows a lot about the world, but who is never comfortable in it for some reason. and if we get into a relationship, he'll see that the way i acted then told him a lot about the person that i am, and that i don't want to be forever.

then the first time we talked... to his credit, he did create physical proximity. he sat next to me. it's like "hey, i don't know what happened, but i can't get you out of my head, so i'll just make it your move if you want to so i'm sure i didn't just waste a great opportunity". it's what he was trying to say, i guess. i don't think he was sure i would ask, "can i join you guys?" that day.

he had all reasons to be cold to me that day. and he was. he made no effort at all to make me feel included. he just said, "here's your canva link, do your part of the thing and that's it". this had very bad results for me. i'm already bad at making it into a group of people. no wonder, i'm autistic, so on and so forth. i was embarrassed in front of the class because i couldn't communicate properly with the group to say that i didn't want to do a presentation. the entire class laughed, and then when we sat down i became visibly nervous, i needed to stim so i started fidgeting with my backpack, on the floor between my legs, looking down (note: i was not nervous because i was embarrassed. i was nervous because he was next to me and it was too much). i apologised to them because i wanted to lay the ground for us to work together again, so i needed to make it okay right then, and i did it. but i was still nervous. that day, he was the first to leave the room; he left his friend sitting there and sort of just bolted or darted, i don't know, they usually even arrive late together (wait for each other outside the room) so i think that wasn't normal behaviour for him.

maybe what was going on in his head was the same thing that was going on in mine. i thought that i had proved to be a disappointment, that my inability to chat with him made him lose interest for sure, and that's why he wanted nothing to do with me and if i was the reason he left so soon and so quickly, that proved that. in contrast, maybe the reason why he was frustrated is because he saw that he acted cold when he didn't need to and that made me feel unwelcome and he had just lost me, without even trying. maybe he thought that at the time. i think we both thought we had ruined things.

then i added him on whatsapp, which he could see because my picture showed up for him (he has done the same now, just a week later). i did that on that same day. i'm not that easy to disappoint or discourage. i may be mad or frustrated or sad but i don't give up on people i like. i tried to recognise our gestures for what they were: the failings of two insecure young men. nobody's to blame for that. i wanted to make him feel welcome no matter what. in my arms, in my heart, in my eyes, because that's what a relationship is about if i want one.

it's odd to see if from third perspective. not mine, not his, but a 3rd one. he was still acting cold last tuesday, but he did try to include me in the group - he asked for my input sometimes, which he didn't last time, and he even asked about me at one point. yet he didn't smile at me. i guess it's easy to jump to the conclusion that he doesn't like me. but i don't know what goes on in his head. maybe his feelings are a lot stronger than i think, maybe it was a full blown crush or something. and i had no idea of that at first, so my actions might have been harsh. it's a good thing that he's not the unforgiving type, nor am i. i think i may have been a bit of a jerk, but i didn't want to. to expose him like that and make him feel like a failure, i hate that i might have done that. above all, i can't accept that he might really like me that much. it's strange. to have someone like me, it's like i can't understand it so it can't be true. the way i am to his eyes might be completely different to the way i am to my own eyes. in the movie "agora", hypatia seemed very aware of that, that she was not the image her student had created of her on a pedestal, but she that didn't seem to confuse her any bit, she just knew it. i, instead, am confused. maybe, in fact, i want to see what he sees...

i just don't want to hurt him.

[survivor-marieta-islands]

Episode 14: "AYE YO WHO STOLE MY ONE (1) COIN!!"—Zo

Trinica

I dipped out of the endurance challenge because A) I have ADHD and chronic pain when I sit still for longer than a couple hours, B) it's day-time for Hairie who, historically, NEEDS immunity, so there's just no way he doesn't win this unless Raffy can stay up all night, and C) I just don't care about immunity because I think I just royally fucked my game.

To be clear, I think Jinx royally fucked my game. She got on a call with Raffy and all of a sudden Raffy started with "oh maybe I'm gonna vote Arvin instead" so I just know in some way, shape, or form Jinx leaked the split vote plan I came up with to make it so hopefully Colin stood a chance of going instead of Hairie. Which made them switch to Arvin, which made Arvin leave. And Arvin leaving is whatever, right, like RIP prince but it's whatever. EXCEEEEPT after the vote Raffy and Colin were such little shits, like the braggy "that's why you don't mess with Old School" shit is sooooo obnoxious and if they're in FTC I'm campaigning against both of them lmao. And I am historically very good at poisoning a jury so WATCH OUT PALS.

Anyway, as I sat doing nothing for that endurance challenge for 42 minutes, I was crafting my responses to people. First plan is to talk to Jinx and figure out how badly she just fucked me over. Second plan is to get Brandi to realize Colin and Raffy never had any intention of working with us long-term/to the end and left her in the lurch as the only Hairie vote just now. Thank GOD I told her I was gonna vote Colin last minute tonight so she's not mad at me. If I can repair the Brandi/Hairie relationship and somehow guilt Jinx into voting with us, we stand a chance at getting most likely Raffy or Colin out next vote. I def can't pull Zo any more because I voted for her bestie Colin. So there's a lot of social maneuvering I'm going to have to do this round and I don't think it'll work tbh so I'll probably go next, especially if Hairie does win immunity.

As for Raffy, I think I'm going to tell him an absolute bullshit story that he absolutely will not buy LMAO but I'm going to admit to the Colin vote and say that right before tribal Arvin sent me cryptic messages about being "ready to play" and "huhuhu" and other Arvin-isms and said I should vote for Colin. And since Colin was going around saying I'll win if I make it to the end, I just straight-up didn't trust him and thought if anyone was going to get idoled out, I'd rather it be Colin who nobody seems to want to vote out and is in a really good position over Hairie, who can go at any time. Or idk maybe I just say I switched to Colin at tribal lmao he won't believe it but whatever

Raffy

Last tribal, I told Jinx the whole split plan because I thought Trinica was betraying Colin and I. I also called out Hairie and Trinica at tribal. This apparently made Trinica switch to Colin. Trinica never backstabbed. Hairie is just very smart and highly intuitive. In this vote, I want Zo because she has been pushing the Trinica v. Raffy narrative. I really wanted to win immunity, but I didn't and I am vulnerable. However, Trinica, Brandi, and Jinx seem to all want to vote Zo for some of her shenanigans this round. She tried to pin a non-men alliance on Jinx and Trinica even though it was just a Losers chat created by Jay for the challenge. But Colin doesn't wanna vote for Zo which creates complications. I also believe that Colin is trying to get me out soon based on what Jinx and Trinica are saying he's been doing. He created a F4 alliance with Jinx Brandi and Zo in the hopes to secure a path to the end. Well no way Jose. We are getting out Zo and you will have to play with me! Sorry this is a bad summary.

Trinica

Okay I take it back, it was absolutely Hairie's own damn fault that everything fell apart. Hairie I swear to God can you keep ONE THING!!!!! to yourself!!!! I decided the perfect plan to tie up a vote and you ruin it by going and leaking that I'm leaking to you! And for what purpose!? To brag that you know what's going on!? Like I'm ACTIVELY TRYING TO SAVE YOU and you're making it more difficult! I'm trying to hoist Hairie off the cliff he's fallen from and he's stabbing me in the hand while I'm doing it! It's the very definition of don't bite the hand that feeds you, my love! My headache!

Brandi

Did I buy something powerful? Ya. Did I use it to cause chaos in the tribe chat? SURE AS HELL DID.

Zo

AYE YO WHO STOLE MY ONE (1) COIN!!

Trinica

What if........I get the vote to split. I can't tell anyone about Raffy's idol bc it WILL get back to him and then he'll simply vote for me. I think Zo and Colin are also voting for me, so that's an issue. Raffy could also be fucking me over and voting me, so I need to prepare for that.

I'm turning people on Zo pretty easily because she leaked the losers chat Jay put us in, making it sound like an alliance that someone made, and claimed I was pushing Raffy when I wasn't teehee. So Jinx and Brandi are annoyed about that. But now Raffy is feeling overly confident and may not play his idol. I could get Brandi and Jinx and maybe Hairie to vote Raffy... me and Raffy vote Zo... and if Raffy idols it ties on me and Zo. It's a risk but may be the best thing to do ?

Zo

Ok so here’s the fun pickle that’s happening rn: The names on the street are Raffy and Trinica. There’s a solid group that wants to make a Big Move and take out Raffy and the other camp is gunning for Trinica. Ideally I’d like to keep my numbers with the olds and vote Trinica but when are we ever going to get a chance to vote out Raffy again? Decisions decisions y’all! At any rate this round is going to determine the final act of the game for sure. Whomever goes home tonight sets the tone for these last few rounds and I for one have my popcorn ready to watch it all unfold 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hairie

I WON THE IMMUNITY !!!! Finally a win!!!!

It was a long and hard battle fought ... went up against the best for 9 hours.

Priority is to keep Trinica safe. Thank you Trinica for waking me up by a single Skype call at 7am telling me shit hit the fan and the vote is on Zo.

Well there isn't much to say because I woke up with 0 messages from everyone except Jinx and Trinica.

Colin

i sat and stared at a wall for over 4 hours just to get third place. don't like that!

I don't really think i'm a target this round, even though I got votes last night, mostly because I finally had a call with Hairie, and because Trinica told me to my face that people want to take me to the end, implying my goat status.

and you know what?? she's so right. like I'm literally their goat rn

you know the best way to lose your goat? call them a goat!

Hairie, Trinica, and Raffy are the 3 big players left. it's final 7, if they make it to final 4 then we're all screwed. We will officially be the goat at ftc.

SO NOW i'm putting in the work to make a final 4 pact with Jinx, Zo, and Brandi.

I think we need to ride that out to the end. Those 3 gotta GO. I don't wanna vote with my heart anymore.

Raffy

I did make up with Trinica on a lovely call and Jinx and I had a good call reaffirming our loyalty. I do not think I have to use my idol, but if I leave then so be it. It was fate. I'd rather trust at this moment than live in painful paranoia.

Colin

raffy is going to be SO pissed at me

Trinica

I believe I've made it this far without a single vote against me! Would ya look at that! In other news I am most definitely heading out in the next round or two!

Raffy, when you read this later...sorry. If it helps, I went back and forth on this for like an entire hour before tribal. But I gotta stay true to my girl Brandi since I've already lied to her once in this game.

The reason I did end up voting for Raffy is becaaaaause I didn't think I was any safer with him in the game vs with him out of it. I was hoping he would play his idol tonight and I would just vote Zo, but it became increasingly obvious that he wasn't going to play it. And I could NOT leave in the game a challenge beast WITH AN IDOL who today told me that he wasn't going to the end with me. True definition of damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Zo

Queen stays Queen

#episodes

[manikrege]

Your late 20s might be a lonely time. Are you ready?

Do you remember breaking up with a bestie in school? The first time you had a fight that grew beyond a small quarrel or misunderstanding?

It was probably something silly, wasn't it?

Growing up, I always dreaded that kind of abrupt ending ... until I experienced something much more sobering.

Many times, the start of adult life will randomly fade out bonds that you thought were strong enough to stick together for life.

I say "randomly" because I have pals I connect with twice a year but I never find it difficult to catch up with them. It's as if we Zoom everyday. The conversation flows effortlessly & one of us has to remind the other to go to sleep.

But a few of my friends have been moving inches away every day, and now they're just out of range. Funny how they're technically just a text away but I'm finding it too heavy to start a new chat or reply to their DMs.

Mind you there is no "negative" reason in particular for this. Maybe in the hasty run to make it into the next stage of our careers, we had to choose different paths & adopt different mindsets. Or maybe we just missed a couple birthday wishes so it's too awkward to care again.

It's like I'm holding a 120kg barbell without gloves and I can feel the grip slipping as it rolls & heats up under my palms.

Friendships that die slow deaths leave harsh bruise when you're finally past them.

Because they ruin playlists, singers, songs, and entire genres too. All the special things they introduced you to.

Oh yes, it was the recent Friendship Day celebration that made me think of all this. While I did send & receive grateful wishes, it did hurt not being able to forward those messages to certain someones.

What took that thought forward was the cascade of more than two dozen confessions on Reddit by 25-30 year old boys talking about their loneliness.

The guys said that they're finding it hard to socialize & find their tribes, have never went out on dates, and envy the colleagues or peers who are supposedly settled into tight circles. They marvel at how so many people are getting married all of a sudden!

So I thought someone should address these stories. I've lived them too.

Yes, your 20s is a time when you start earning so the ideal goal is to have people with whom you can plan treks, go out for brunches, and chase those road trips goals you've been dreaming of since college.

But see that's the happy part everyone puts up on their Stories.

There will also come long dry periods after you graduate when the batch mates you promised to meet every year ... become stuck in an exhausting cycle of grinding too hard & then being too burnt to lift a finger.

You will go through this too.

I haven't yet used the word "busy" because one of the realities you'll learn to accept is that people can be 100% free & available & still not want to dedicate that time to you because God knows that one Saturday evening is the only time they get to breathe & watch a good show at length (Sunday is reserved for errands & classes).

Again this completely fine & understandable, in my opinion. Because I do it, too.

Understand that people do care but most often they just don't have the energy or the same priorities to reciprocate your efforts & love with the same intensity you would ideally expect from them. Also people express their love in different ways that might not fit your definition of what it means to care.

Bluntly put, it would hurt less if you tried learning to love & give without hoping for an ROI.

Your friends are just too caught up.

I don't know how to explain it but now I sorta need everything in my Google Calendar LMAO or I'll have no energy or interest in the activity.

I had this crazy back-to-back with a friend when we had to keep postponing our mandatory quarterly call for one or the reason. It became so irritating at one point that he sent me an official proposal on email asking for my appointment.

We both cracked up so hard talking about it & agreed how deeply embedded we are into our work lives. Not to mention the hundreds of other unbaked hustles we're trying to set up on the side.

Adult friendships are complicated & nothing like the ones you may have been a part of in school. Because your timetables & priorities were the same back then. Now? Not do much.

Our generation is chasing difficult goals harder than any before ours. Everyone's under pressure to start a blog, launch a Reel page, post LinkedIn Motivations, build their startup, create an NGO, and how could I forget - grow a YouTube channel too now. It's the influencer life or no life.

The problem is that for those of us going at a slower pace or taking detours, this hustle culture can us feel left behind. It can make us question our worth.

As if we're the only lost wanderer without any concrete game plan or a good team to execute it.

But I'm here to remind you (as I always do) that there is a SHITLOAD of time left for you to gather guests for your party.

It might be in your 30s. Or 40s. But you'll find them, I promise.

I guarantee you'll eventually find your zones. One tip to fasten that process would be that rather than randomly seeking out company, join hobby or activity classes. Even a sports or gym class if you can. Go where communities already exist. Because shared interests make it easy to bond.

There you'll meet quality people who speak to your heart and listen to its beats.

Who understand your rhythm & know how to vibe with it at a cozy distance. A distance that brings you warm soup like feelings of safety but also respects your personal space.

You'll meet folks you can cook brunch with on a Sunday morning. Folks who you can enjoy silence or simple things with.

Butttt.... And it's a big but.

Until that happens, you should start getting comfy with the person you're going to spend the biggest chunk of your life with - yourself.

When you start thinking of it less as loneliness & more as freedom, it'll almost get addictive.

I go for movies I WANT to watch. Head out to restaurants I WANT to eat at. Travel in the style I WANT with my kind of itinerary (or none). And I do get a lot of stares or looks of pity from all the people who've come there in groups or as couples.

I wish I could stand up & express how content I am to dine in alone or sit in theaters all by myself. Soaking in the ambience, one breath at a time.

This is not to prove myself. But so that when they find themselves without a group, they don't feel sad or awkward about it.

Yes sharing slices is always fun but that's its own kind of joy, and so is getting to finish an entire pizza a la solo.

Does that mean I don't crave companions or groups? That I never feel the need for having a girlfriend by my side?

Absolutely I do & I won't deny it.

But over the years, I've learnt to stop letting these be items that I need to cross out ASAP.

I know they'll happen at the right time & place. Or they won't and I'll still have lived a meaningful life.

But until that conclusion unravels, I'm growing fonder of my own company.

Strutting alone through Mumbai's soaked streets this windy rainy season, I'm moving as per my own breeze in no set direction.

And it has led to sketching out many good plans that were previously dependent on having co-passengers. Plans I'm actually looking forward to. Plans that won't be cancelled at the last minute because it'll just be me.

More than enough.

You're not "empty" waiting to be filled fully. You're not unlucky. Nor miserable. You have everything you need to discover & enjoy the planet.

And like so many others who've felt the same, your late 20s might as well feel like a lonely time. But it won't be that bad once you start befriending yourself first.

[leviathanswingman]

w-what did i just read what did i just fucking read

#obey me #belphegor #beelzebub #simeon #what does he mean he brought him back with him?? #like... did belphie- did he just pluck simeon off the bench and take him back home??? #did simeon just... stay asleep like an old man? #so many questions but most of all: belphie what in the actual phūck #also the fact that beel is SO CALM ABOUT IT?? #HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE? #HAS BELPHIE BEEN RANDOMLY PLUCKING DEMONS OFF THE STREETS TO SEE IF THEY'D MAKE GOOD BODY PILLOWS #this upsets me #but also cool to know that angels are probably... well cool ... was my hc.. nice to have confirmation of that #this chat has both made and ruined my day i'll be thinking about this for months now

[kissbentennyson]

I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

-

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

-

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

#proship dni #alternate bens x reader #ben 10 x reader #ben tennyson x reader #nega ben x reader

[togetherhearted]

I wanted to get out my comfort zone with this one. It's by far the longest short fic I've written.

It isn't a request but I saw @vikki-tikki-tavii 's prompt and I wanted to give it a try.

Prompt:Viktor visits a brothel with the intent to get cuddles.

"Pull my heart strings kind stranger"

Part 2:HERE

It was your first day at the brothel.You were against this at first, but you needed the money to live.

The owner told you the first client was about to enter and that you had to get ready.

You nervously bit your nails, ruining your scarlet nail polish. Even if you were in your twenties, you never had experiences in such acts. It was all new, and this made you a bit nervous.

Your heart jumped in your throat when the door opened and a young man; maybe your age; entered.

Judging by his clothes, he was from Piltover. You also noticed he had a cane with him, probably to stabilize himself.

"I've heard people can ask for anything here," He asked, looking at the furniture, you nodded; unsure about what to say, both afraid and mesmerized by his presence.

He went to sit on the large bed and got rid of his shoes before climbing under the covers.

He patted the empty space next to him with a smile "Are you more comfortable with being the big or the little spoon when cuddling?" "Excuse me what?"  You blushed at the question; you were expecting him to undress and use your body to please himself, not to ask for cuddles.

"I think...the little one? I'm sorry this is my first day and you're my first client. I'm not sure what am I supposed to do" The man looked at you understanding "No need to be scared. Come, I'll show you how to cuddle."

You got into the bed as he instructed you When his slender arms hugged you from behind and pulled you close to him, you felt your cheeks burn and your heart beat faster.

"My name is Viktor. May I ask yours?"

And you told him your name but you both didn't stop there. You went on, chatting about your daily lives.

An hour later your position has changed; you were facing each other. His head was resting in the crook of your neck while he was tracing figures on your back.

"It is almost time" He murmured bitterly."Yeah..." You weren't the type to  tbelieve in love at first sight but Viktor; with his charming personality made you want to run away from this place with him.

"Will...will you book me again?" You tentatively asked, "We can have another cuddle session"  You probably needed that, since you knew your next client wasn't going to be polite like him.

He looked at you and cradles your face tenderly; by Janna; here goes your heart  again "Sure. I'll come back to you."

And so he did.

#I hope it was fine! #As always silly sappy me put some romance in it #Viktor owns my heart... #Arcane #arcane x reader #arcane drabbles #drabble #short fic #viktor #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [six] // wanda maximoff

summary: after spending some more time with Wanda against your will, you begin to realise how she feels for you.

warning/s: none.

author's note: hope you like angst! because you got it 👀 also there’s only one more part left after this so be prepared!

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"You look like you're on a warpath."

I stopped speed walking around the place when Natasha appeared out of nowhere, stepping in front of me. She seemed entertained, before she realised I was probably actually on a warpath.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked, amusement replaced with concern in seconds.

"Wanda happened," was all I said, before walking around her and storming up to the Sokovian in question.

When she spotted me, she opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't give her chance to as I grabbed her wrist and began to drag her away.

"Sorry, if you'll excuse me," Wanda got out to the guests she was chatting with, before I yanked her away. She began to complain as I did, asking, "What are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!"

I ignored her and proceeded to drag her away, certain that steam would be coming from my ears if this was a cartoon. Finding a private place to talk, I let go of her hand and spun around with a glare.

"Your thoughts are very loud right now," she said playfully, clearly not reading the situation.

"Then you know that I'm imagining several different ways to murder you," I got out between gritted teeth.

She scrunched her nose. "They all end in you going to prison."

Something about that obnoxious smile she wore and the way her hazel eyes watched me with anticipation was making me angrier by the second.

"How can you do that?!" I asked with exasperation.

She quirked a brow. "And what is 'that' exactly?"

I locked my jaw. "You ruined my date! You kept getting into my head all day, you were rude to Elise, and you're just– you're oozing with jealousy when you're the one who broke up with me!"

She scrunched her nose for the second time, and whereas I would have once found that endearing, I know found it greatly frustrating.

"Oozing? Really? Who says that?"

I closed my hands into fists, trying not to get baited by her purposeful obliviousness. But she was already under my skin, and ever since she broke up with me, the anger had been bubbling away, ready to come out.

"You're such a bitch, Wanda!" I shouted at her without hesitation. "You don't care that you just ruined my chance at moving on! Six months has passed since you broke up with me – you don't get to be jealous! I had to learn to be without you because you gave up on us and that's on you! So, you don't get to be here and make me feel bad for having a chance at a date because you can't make up your mind about us. It's not fair!"

My shoulders relaxed as I got my thoughts out, the anger still present but not as heavy on my back. She was infuriating as I watched her. Barely fazed by my words, a small smile played on her lips. She did nothing to acknowledge my mini speech, instead waiting for me to say something else.

"Seriously?!" I squeaked, my voice rising with annoyance. "Nothing?!"

As if pulled from a daydream, she straightened up and seemed confused. "Huh?"

I groaned loudly, eyebrows raised with disbelief. "For God's sake, Wanda!" Running out of patience, I shook my head and glared harshly. "I want you to stay away from me. You don't get to be in my life like this. And just in case you don't understand what I'm saying, here's something you will. Otvali (fuck off)!"

Not bothering to wait for a response, I stomped past her and didn't look back. As I was walking away, a tear slipped from my eye and I whipped it away without question. She didn't get to do this to me, not again. It wasn't fair.

— 

Despite practically yelling in Wanda's face to stay away from me, she didn't take the hint. Instead, I proceeded to see her two more times in places I least expected it. To be fair, I don't think she did it on purpose. But she could have easily walked the other way and pretended not to see me. Instead, she thought it would be best to piss me off further.

The first time was when I was at a park with a new patient I was caring for. He was wheelchair-bound, so I pushed him around as we spoke to pass the time. We eventually stopped at a newspaper stand since he wanted to buy a few magazines, and that's when I conveniently got bumped into by the Sokovian witch.

"Y/N, hey!" she exclaimed when I turned to see who was there. She had a wide smile on her face, eyes shining bright under the sun. Admittedly, it took my breath away for a second, as I didn't expect it in the slightest. But then I remembered who it was and tried to ignore the way my heart rate sped up.

"Hello," I mumbled, before looking back to the newspaper stand with hopes she'd go away.

"And who is this beautiful young woman, Y/N?" my patient, Dayton, asked as he noticed her beside me.

I pursed my lips, trying to figure out the best response without earning more questions from Dayton, but Wanda decided to answer instead.

"We were girlfriends," she told Dayton with a grin, eyes glancing to me.

"Key word being were," I added quickly, shooting her a look, before looking to Dayton. "It's not a big deal."

"It may not be to you, but it's good to see you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said softly, grin fading into a genuine smile.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, hating the way her words had such an effect on me. Her stupid accent and her stupid smile and her stupid pretty eyes. Hated it all.

"Ooh, what does that mean?" Dayton asked, looking up between us.

"Nothing, Dayton," I told him calmly, before nodding to the stand. "Just buy your magazines whilst I talk to Wanda."

He shrugged and did as I said, leaving me a moment to stand back and look to Wanda disapprovingly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my voice so I wouldn't make a scene. Nothing was accidental with her.

"Just enjoying a walk through the park," she answered with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, enjoy your walk."

As I made an attempt to leave, she stepped in front of me suddenly.

"Wait, can we talk?" she asked, losing any sense of mischief.

"No," I deadpanned. "Now, can I leave?"

She frowned, eyes pleading. "Please?"

"I said no."

She sighed, glancing around with irritation. Her eyes settled on the flower stand beside the newspaper stand and I didn't have chance to question what she was thinking before her eyes began to glow red. Raising her hand conspicuously, red wisps of energy appeared and she levitated a single flower from one of the many bouquets, hovering it before me.

"For you," she said, and I ripped it out of the air, frantically looking around in case anyone saw.

"Very clever," I said sarcastically, before looking at the flower and shaking my head. "Stealing isn't cool, by the way."

I dropped the flower on the ground and walked away, my foot stepping on it as I did. She needed to get a damn hint.

—

The second time Wanda reappeared in my life was when Anna invited me to Sasha's home for a visit. I'd been once before, a few weeks after she'd moved in with her granddaughter's family, but not since then. This time, she'd invited me over again to catch up and I assumed it would just be me and her family; Oh, how wrong I was.

Sasha and her family were pretty wealthy, their house sitting on the outskirts of New York and on its own private land. She was a lawyer, hence the wealth, and her home was absolutely stunning with its high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and three floor structure. Even as I parked out front for the second time in my life, I was blown away.

As I got out of my car and locked it, I noticed another car parking out front – a taxi, dropping someone off. Curious, I waited to see who it was. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a familiar face exiting the taxi and paying the driver. When the taxi drove off, Wanda saw me and began to smile with amusement, joining me at the front door.

"The stalking is getting creepy you know," I told her when she stood by my side.

I knocked on the door using the giant knocker and waited patiently for someone to answer.

"I'd love to take the credit for this," Wanda answered, and I could see her smug smile in my peripheral, "but I was invited by Anna."

I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, both at Wanda's presence and Anna's secrecy. "Of course she did..."

The door opened to reveal none other than Anna Pivec herself, balancing on her cane and grinning at the sight of Wanda and I.

"Devushki (girls), you made it!" she exclaimed with delight, before stepping to the side. "Please, come on in!"

We both entered her home and watched as she closed the door before giving us both a big hug without warning.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, but wrapped an arm around her gently. "It's good to see you, too, Anna."

Anna laughed wholeheartedly before pulling away. "I'm sorry. I just missed you both is all. It's so good to have you here, together again. Just like old times."

I forced a small smile, knowing what she meant but also feeling a pang in my heart because it wasn't completely like old times, not really. Naturally, my eyes fell to Wanda who was already looking my way, a similar expression on her face. I wondered if she was thinking the same.

"C'mon, I'll bring you to the kitchen where everybody else is," Anna said, already leading the way. "They're excited to have you over again."

"You didn't mention Wanda would be here, too," I noted as she led us through the main hall.

"Oh, didn't I?" she replied, feigning confusion. "I must have forgotten."

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, ignoring the obnoxious smile that returned to Wanda's lips as we followed Anna.

She led us to the kitchen where Sasha and her husband were preparing some food for the supposed barbecue we'd be having. I'd met her husband the last time I visited, so it was easy to get reacquainted with them both as we met them again.

After a brief catch up, Wanda and I offered to help with the food, but Sasha insisted we take a break and hang out with the twins – her kids – whilst they cooked it up outside. So, I soon found myself heading to the living room with Wanda as Anna went to fetch the twins from their bedrooms upstairs.

I wasn't exactly keen on being left alone with Wanda, so I decided not to say anything and simply keep to myself as we waited for Anna's return. Killing time, I wandered around the living room and looked at the family photos hung on the wall. It was the same as last time, except now there were a few new additions, clearly from Anna, which made me smile without thinking.

They were of Wanda, Anna and I, back when I used to care for her and we'd hang out at her apartment. Some were in the apartment itself whilst others were from places we'd visited together on different occasions. I recognised a handful of them from when Wanda and I were just friends and a few more from when we were a couple. It was clear in the photos which were which, as Wanda was holding my waist and grinning from ear to ear, myself doing the same. For a split second, I almost forgot she'd broken my heart.

"Wow, we looked really cute together, didn't we?" her stupid Sokovian accent sounded by my ear, and I lost my smile when I felt Wanda's presence stood a little too close to me.

She was looking over my shoulder at the photos on the wall and I tried not to get frustrated, but she made it impossible.

"Yeah, we were," I agreed, noticing the surprise on her face at my words, but then I continued, "until you dumped me because you were too scared to stay in a relationship."

Her smile faded at my words and I left her standing there, instead going to the couch to wait there. I wasn't sure why Anna had kept those photographs of us, but I wished she hadn't. 

After what felt like forever, Anna finally returned with her two great-grandkids in tow. Alex and Marina, both seven-years-old, grinned adorably at Wanda and I, betraying their missing teeth.

"Well, look who it is," Wanda said with a bright smile, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. "My favourite set of twins."

Despite how annoying she was, I couldn't help but smile at the way she treated kids. She was always so good with them generally, way better than I was.

"G.G. said we could play Mario Kart," Marina said behind a nervous smile, looking between us. "Can we?"

G.G. was what they called Anna – short for 'great-grandmother'. I found it cute that they accepted her into the family so easily, like no time had been missed.

"I think we can," I said with a warm smile. "But I can't promise we'll take it easy on you."

Alex fist-pumped with excitement before running to the TV to set up his Nintendo Switch. Marina, the calmer of the two, motioned for Wanda and I to take a seat on the couch with her. Anna joined us, taking her place on the recliner, and watched with amusement.

Wanda and I had never actually visited them together, so it was refreshing to see how excited they got around her. Clearly she'd made an impression last time.

"For you," Alex said politely, holding out a controller to me.

"Why thank you," I said, accepting it. "So polite."

He seemed embarrassed as he did the same with Wanda, who hadn't stopped smiling since they came in. After handing his sister a controller, he joined us on the couch, forcing everyone to move up a little and making Wanda press closer to me at the end of the seat. I gave her a knowing look to which she smiled innocently, making me roll my eyes.

"You not gonna have a go, Anna?" Wanda teased Anna as Alex began to set up the game.

"The moving cars makes my head spin," the older Sokovian woman admitted. "You guys enjoy though."

Soon enough, the first game commenced and I was surprised at how competitive I was being, adamant on at least beating Wanda if not the twins. They, of course, spent all their time playing this, so Marina won Wanda and I easily. Wanda came in fourth, I came in third and Alex came in second.

"You just got lucky," Wanda said with a shrug, glancing at me.

"If you say so," I played along, a ghost of a smile on my lips.

"I'm being Toad this time!" Marina exclaimed as Alex set up the next round.

"I'll be Princess Peach," Wanda decided nonchalantly.

"She won't help you win," I said without thinking.

"We'll see, milashka (cutie)," she responded with a playful smile.

I nudged her in the arm, signalling for her to not call me that, but she only smiled wider as she looked back to the screen.

We had a few more rounds, Wanda winning none of them and Marina winning all of them, when Alex began to complain.

"It's not fair, you have to be cheating!" he said to his sister.

"I'm just better," Marina stated casually, making me laugh.

Alex rolled his eyes before looking to Wanda. "Did you used to play this with Pietro? Did he cheat, too?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise at the mention of Wanda's dead twin brother. I didn't think she'd tell the twins of him, but then I realised that it was only fitting to mention her twin brother to a set of twins that probably reminded her of herself.

Wanda smiled gently. "We didn't have these games as kids, Alex. But when Piet and I played other things, yes, he did cheat." 

Alex sighed, glancing at his sister with distaste before looking to me. "Did you used to play this when you were younger, Y/N?"

"Kind of... I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I used to play at my cousin's house whenever I visited," I explained. "And it wasn't a Switch. We had something called a Super Nintendo."

"Woah, you're old," Alex muttered with disbelief.

"Alex!" Anna scolded, making me laugh.

"It's okay, he's technically right," I said with a shrug.

"Milaya (sweetie), if you're old, then I'm ancient," Anna said disapprovingly.

"Right, sorry," I said, trying to stifle my smile.

We played another round and as Wanda and I were closing in on the finish line, my joystick began to veer left despite me aiming it to the right. I looked down in time to see red wisps of energy pushing it the other way.

"Yes! I won you," Wanda sang with pride, looking to me as her eyes faded from red to its hazel colour.

"You cheated," I said, eyebrows raised. "I just saw you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she played dumb.

"Wanda," I said, giving her a knowing look. "You sure it was Pietro who used to cheat when you were kids?"

She grinned. "Very sure."

I studied her closely, entertained smile tugging at my lips. "I'm just gonna pretend I let you beat me since you won't admit it."

She shrugged, nudging me in the side gently. "Suit yourself."

"You're supposed to let your wife win anyway," Alex said naively, and I almost choked on my own spit when he did.

"What?" I spluttered out, losing my smile.

Wanda was doing her absolute best not to laugh as her eyes glanced towards me, noticing my shocked expression.  

"Your wife – Wanda?" Alex said like it was obvious. "Our dad says he lets our mum win stuff all the time. It's what you do when you're married."

"I– we–" I paused, clearing my throat and suddenly feeling very warm. "We're not married, Alex."

Alex furrowed his brows with confusion. "But G.G. said that you weren't together."

"But that doesn't mean we're married," I said slowly, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Medovyy (honey), they're not together anymore, you're right," Anna started to correct him, though she looked like she was seconds away from laughing herself, "but I never said they were married."

Alex didn't seem to understand still. He pointed to Wanda's hands. "But she's wearing a ring."

Everyone looked down to Wanda's hands which were adorned by several rings on many of her fingers, though none were on her ring finger, so I didn't get what Alex was thinking.

"I always wear rings," Wanda told him with amusement.

"But–"

"That's her right hand, idiot," Marina said to her brother with a scoff.

"No, it's her left," he said knowingly, before raising his left hand in the air and pointing to her right hand opposite him.

Marina rolled her eyes, already fed up with her twin's antics. She stood beside him and motioned to his hands as she explained, "That's your left. It's her right. Like a reflection. It's not a wedding ring."

It took a few seconds for Alex to understand, but when he did, he began to get flustered.

"Oh," was all he said, before returning to his seat. "My bad."

Anna laughed at her great-grandson's embarrassment as I began to flush with a similar embarrassment in my seat. Meanwhile, Wanda was biting her lip to contain her own laughter, eyes teasing me as they glanced at me with amusement.

Today was definitely not going to plan.

—

After gaming with the kids for a little while longer, we were all eventually called into the garden to have lunch together. Sasha and her husband had barbecued a variety of chicken, meat and vegetables for us to eat which was delicious. It gave us the chance to hear everything Anna had been up to with her family and for her to catch up with what's going on in Wanda and I's lives.

Anna seemed a lot happier, the happiest I'd ever seen her, when she was with family. I was glad that she was fitting in and that it brought her closer to her late-husband and daughter. This was all she'd ever wanted and she'd finally gotten it. Despite tricking Wanda and I into coming, I was kind of glad to be there because even if I wouldn't admit it at the time, it was just like old times.

After having dessert and conversing for longer than we realised over some tea and coffee, Wanda and I decided it was best we leave.

"Remember to come by anytime," Anna said to us both by the front door. "You don't even have to call!"

I smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Anna. It was great to see you again. I had a lot of fun today."

"Me, too," Wanda agreed. "It's really good to see you so happy."

Anna sighed contently. "Spasibo (thank you). Both of you." Pausing with thought, her eyes flickered between us both. "I do hope that you resolve things soon. For both of your benefit."

Chewing on my lip, I chose not to say anything. Wanda seemed to feel the same, opting to stay quiet, making Anna breath out halfheartedly.

"Right, well... are you both okay getting home?" she asked, changing the subject.

After reassuring her that we were, we gave her a giant hug before bidding her a goodbye. Once the door closed, I awkwardly glanced at Wanda before heading to my car.

"Hey, is it stupid if I ask for a ride?" Wanda's voice said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her following after me, half walking and half running to fall into step with me. I refrained from rolling my eyes as I continued walking to my car.

"Didn't you get a taxi?" was all I said.

"Yeah, but my place is on the way to yours," she answered like it was nothing, finally catching up to me and grinning by my side when we reached my car. "And you're free, so..."

I narrowed my eyes impatiently.

"I won't do or say anything to piss you off," she added, putting out her pinky. "Promise."

As frustrating as she was, I wasn't a bitch, and we'd actually kind of gotten along today. With a dramatic sigh, I stepped to the side and motioned for her to get in the car. She wiggled her pinky, but when realising I wouldn't interlink mine, she lowered it.

A genuine smile fell on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

I simply returned the nod before getting into the driver's seat as she did with the passenger's seat. I put Wanda's address in the sat nav before setting off, trying not to overthink the silence that filled the car. Obviously, that was impossible, so I gripped the steering wheel tighter and glanced at Wanda.

"You can put the radio on if you want," I said uncomfortably, shifting around in my seat.

She tensed her jaw, looking (oddly enough) as uncomfortable as I felt, which was strange since she was content annoying me earlier. With a nod, she turned the radio on and some random pop music played quietly in the background, easing my nerves but not making anything more tolerable. It took about ten minutes for me to adjust to the silence when I finally got comfortable, focusing on driving and getting to Wanda's flat quickly.

Without warning, Wanda began to speak in Russian, but it was way too fast and incomprehensible so I had no idea what she was saying.

"Wanda, slow down, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to cut her off, but she continued to ramble right over me, making me roll my eyes. "Wanda, I don't understand you!"

When I looked to her between driving, she seemed extremely passionate and stern about whatever she was saying. I wished I understood because whatever it was seemed to be eating away at her. I tried to ask her to slow down, speak English, do something to help me out, but she was stuck in tunnel vision, speaking quickly and with sadness.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a minute, she stopped talking and took a deep breath. I furrowed my eyebrows judgementally, eyeing her with confusion.

"The hell was that?!" I asked with surprise.

She didn't reply, making me curse under my breath. At the next red traffic light, I looked to her properly, noticing the distracted stare she directed my way.

"Wanda, what was that?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She pressed her lips together, hazel eyes swirling with a mixture of emotions that I couldn't make out. I thought she'd answer me, but she still stayed silent.

"Seriously, Wanda, what?"

The traffic light began to go orange and I sighed with annoyance, figuring she'd lost her marbles. But then she finally spoke, my attention half on her and half on the road.

"Ya skuchayu po tebe (I miss you)," she said softly, without mischief or annoyance or anger or anything. Just sincerity.

She looked away after that, eyes drifting to her shoes, probably thinking I didn't understand. But I did and I knew it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but I felt my heart ache in my chest as I put my foot on the gas to make the green light.

When I finally reached her apartment building, I waited for her to say something, but she looked as lost in her thoughts than I did whilst driving.

"Wanda," I called quietly, getting her attention.

She blinked, realising we were at her place. Clearing her throat, she barely looked my way as she mumbled, "Thanks for the ride."

As she opened the car door and got out, beginning to walk to her building, I rolled down the passenger's window and called her name. She stopped, looking over to me with a raised brow.

My mouth felt dry as I said, "I know what 'I miss you' is in Russian." Her eyes widened, embarrassed that she'd been caught, and I continued, "You don't get to miss me."

It was harsh, but it was the truth. And I didn't wait to hear her come up with a response as I rolled my window up and set off again. She couldn't act like that when it was her fault we broke up. It wasn't fair on either of us.

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[whoseafraidofliloleme]

Invisible Chapter 13

Summary: YN YLN has always been third in Class 2-5, right behind Lee Su Ho and Kang Soo Jin but with both of them having left Saebom Highschool, this is her time to shine. That is until Han Seosangnim asks her to tutor Han Seo Jun. A guy who doesn’t even know she existed.

Ship: Han Seo Jun x Female Reader.

Word Count: 2489 words.

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Chapter 12.

Chapter 13:

From the high of the weekend. Monday was a different story. As Seo Jun looked at YN, Hyun Ji and Si Woo sat together eating lunch in silence. This was quite a departure from when the trio would sit with the group and eat. Loudly chatting, being annoying and just having fun. This whole day the three of them had been acting weird. Feeling someone tap his shoulder, he looked at Ju Kyung, she nodded her head in their direction.

“Something is definitely wrong with them. Hyun Ji and Si Woo just started dating but neither are acting like it. YN should be over the moon but she’s just upset” Ju Kyung said looking at the three of them sadly. Soo Ah, Seo Jun and Cho Rong all nodded their heads.

“It’s almost like we’ve gone back in time with Hyun Ji and YN being isolated from our Class but worse because none of us knows why they are being like that. At least before we could blame Hae Sung but who knows the reason this time.” Soo Ah sighed, she hated what was happening today. From the moment the YN and Hyun Ji stepped into class this morning, they looked sad and like they hadn’t slept all night. In YN’s case, she looked like she had been crying. When she saw Si Woo, he seemed just as depressed as the other two.

“Well, we’ve got to get to the bottom of this. I can’t handle YN looking so sad and not knowing who I should be beating up for it” Seo Jun huffed out. He was annoyed. After that cheek kiss, it had taken the whole of Sunday, a video chat with Su Ho, Ju Kyung screaming at him and Cho Rong writing up a whole plan. For him to finally be ready to ask YN out today. Only for YN to come in looking like she had found out her whole life was a lie.

Ju Kyung whacked his shoulder. Making Seo Jun yelp. Which made YN, Hyun Ji and Si Woo turn to look at them. Seo Jun saw YN give him a small smile. Seo Jun smiled back at her happy that he at least managed to make her smile once today.

“You know very well Han Seo Jun, that the last thing YN would want is for you to beat up someone. She’s stopped you from beating up Hae Sung enough times for you to know better” Ju Kyung told Seo Jun angrily. While he agreed with what she said. Physically hurting whoever made YN sad would make him feel better. Yet finding out what was upsetting her was the first priority. The second was making YN happy. And if he could get away with it, he would beat someone up.

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The day had gone by pretty quickly. Unfortunately, School and the antics of your class didn’t help, in taking your mind away from thinking about what you’d found out about Hae Sung.

You felt guilty about ruining Hyun Ji and Si Woo’s first day as a couple in school. They were just as upset if not more about everything. They didn’t deserve to have their day ruined by Hae Sung and his manipulations. You knew they were angry on your behalf. You loved them for it but they should enjoy being a couple today.

They had slept over at your house and the three of you had come to School together. You had made up your mind to send them off to just spend time together, just have a date or whatever but anything that didn’t involve you being the third wheel. Also so they could just relish in the fact that they were finally together after so many years of pining after each other.

That plan of yours was thwarted the moment, you saw Cho Rong and Ju Kyung dragging Si Woo and Hyun Ji into the classroom where you were with Seo Jun for your tutoring session. Seo Jun stood up and stood at the front of the class. Cho Rong told Hyun Ji and Si Woo to sit next to you. Silently they took their seats, looking at you with questions in their eyes. You shrugged; you had no idea what was going on. Cho Rong cleared his throat and you three turned to look at him. He was standing with Ju Kyung and Seo Jun. All three had their arms crossed.

“Uh what the hell is going on?” Si Woo after it had been silent for some time, with them just looking at you. Making you squirm, Hyun Ji looking away and Si Woo failing to keep eye contact with any of them.

“We should be asking you three that, today you’ve all been acting weird, and we would like to know why,” Ju Kyung said politely. You exchanged looks with Hyun Ji and Si Woo. The three of you nodded in unison. Hyun Ji opened her mouth to reply but you cut her off.

“I’ll explain but can you guys let Hyun Ji and Si Woo go. They were going on a date after school and well the reason for us acting weird is all to do with me anyway” You quickly say. Despite their protests. Cho Rong escorts them out of the classroom. Once he comes back you take a deep breath.

“Uh before I start, I just want to know, why do you guys, dislike Lee Hae Sung?” You ask calmly. Cho Rong lets out a laugh while Seo Jun and Ju Kyung look confused.

“I’ve got a list of reasons, but my main reason is that the guy acts like he is so much better than everyone. He treats everyone, apart from you YNie his best friend like dirt” Cho Rong proclaimed. You nodded your head agreeing. Hae Sung didn’t know how to treat people he perceived to be beneath him. No matter how much you lectured him on treating everyone the same. He just didn’t listen. You turned to Ju Kyung, nodding at her to speak.

“I haven’t been here long enough but every time I’ve seen Lee Hae Sung, he has either been shouting at you YNie or he’s being mean to our classmates. Oh, and the time he almost hit Hyun Ji. That was the worst thing he could’ve done. So, I just stay out of his way” You sighed, everything Ju Kyung said was true. Hae Sung had made the worst impression on her. Ju Kyung hadn’t even been at Saebom High School for that long, but she knew to steer clear from Hae Sung.

“I’ve got quite the story. Sometime after we first started at Saebom, Su Ho and I heard this guy shouting in a classroom and then that guy stormed out of the classroom. We went to the classroom to see what was going on. We heard this girl crying but we didn’t know what to do. So Su Ho messaged Soo Jin to come to that classroom, we waited outside till Soo Jin came. Later she told us what was going on. I hated Hae Sung from the moment I found out that he screamed at her girl and left her to tears” Seo Jun told you.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You had no idea that Seo Jun and Su Ho had called Soo Jin when they heard you crying. To think that would’ve been your first meeting with Seo Jun. You with your eyes red and puffy from crying. Well, you’d cried in front of him before and you already liked the guy. But as a first meeting, it would’ve been disastrous.

“Uh, that would’ve been an interesting first meeting, to say the least right.” Why would you say that? What is wrong with you. You just looked down berating yourself for even opening your mouth after what Seo Jun had revealed.

Ju Kyung and Cho Rong looked at Seo Jun confused. Seo Jun was thinking about what you’d just said when it clicked in his head.

“You were the girl, Hae Sung made cry that day.” Seo Jun exclaimed shocked. You just nodded your head before looking back down at the ground, fiddling with your hands nervously.

You could feel the tears gathering in our eyes. You furiously started blinking, you were not going to cry in front of Ju Kyung and Cho Rong. Not in front of Seo Jun again. You’d cried enough yesterday, how did you still have tears left to spill.

Seo Jun saw you with your head ducked down. The anger that had built up in him left instantaneously. All he wanted to do was comfort you. Be the shoulder for you to cry on again. He looked at Ju Kyung and Cho Rong. Whispered for them to leave. They left immediately. Seo Jun knelt in front of you. He took hold of your hands in his. This made you look up at him.

As you two gazed into each other’s eyes. A tear slipped out of your eyes. Gently Seo Jun wiped that tear away.

“Hey, let’s not cry. Lee Hae Sung is not worth your precious tears. It hurts me to see you cry Princess” You smile softly at what Seo Jun says. It’s been some time since he’s called you that. You’ve missed it. It was supposed to be patronising when he first called you Princess but since then it has become an inside joke between you two. That Seo Jun only uses to make you smile.

“Sorry, I always seem to end up crying in front of you,” You say sadly. It’s not that you hated crying or thought it was bad. No, you like any other girl who liked a guy. Just wanted to show him the best of you. Not your crying face. You wanted Seo Jun to remember how you looked in your pretty dress from the Ball. Not for your crying face to be what he remembers. Only because he’s seen it so many times before.

Unbeknownst to the two of you in the classroom. Ju Kyung and Cho Rong were outside looking at the scene before them. They couldn’t hear what was going on but seeing was enough for them.

“Do you think Seo Jun will do it?” Cho Rong whispers to Ju Kyung.

She looks at Cho Rong before looking back at the two people in the classroom. From the way Seo Jun was looking at you and how you were looking back with the same look in your eyes.

“Honestly I hope so but at this rate, they might just kiss, and I’ll take that as a win,” Ju Kyung says quietly. Cho Rong nods his head in agreement, turning to look back at the two of you in the classroom.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Princess. I’d gladly always be the shoulder you cry on.” Seo Jun tell you. You look at him in shock. You had convinced yourself that Seo Jun must hate you for crying so much around him. To hear the opposite from his won mouth you were stunned.

Seo Jun can’t help but laugh at your shocked face. You were just too cute for words sometimes. Seo Jun gets you to stand up. You do and he hugs you. Surprised you become still. Then you relax and wrap your arms around Seo Jun, hugging him. After what felt like hours to both of you. You let go of each other. You smile at Seo Jun, who smiles back at you.

“How do you seem to know the right things to say to me Han Seo Jun,” You ask jokingly. Not really expecting an answer, you’ve started to get your things and are packing up when Seo Jun’s answer stops you.

“Well, when I see your tears YLN YN I just say the first thing that I hope will make you smile,” Seo Jun says. Seeing that you’ve stopped moving. He comes closer to you.

You look at him, as he walks towards you. If this was a drama, there would be some sappy song playing in the background. Alas, the only things you can hear is your heart pounding furiously and the shouts of the boy’s playing basketball outside the classroom.

Seo Jun smiles at you. He puts some hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear. He smiles when he sees your face heating up. You were too adorable and if he didn’t ask you out now. He would forever be annoyed with himself.

“Uh, the reason we were all acting so weird today was that yesterday we found out some stuff regarding me and Hae Sung which made me rethink why I ever considered him my best friend.” you blurt out suddenly. The tension was rising in the room and in a panic, you simply told Seo Jun what had been going on today.

Seo Jun blinks. Processing what you just told him. Makes sense that it would be Lee Hae Sung as the reason for you being upset. It was always that guy. Just once Seo Jun wanted to punch the idiot. But he knew how much that would disappoint you. The last thing Seo Jun wanted to do was disappoint you by picking a fight with Hae Sung.

Sighing, Seo Jun started to pick up his things as well. You were waiting for him. The moment was gone. No, that moment was gone but Seo Jun was determined. He did not spend the whole of yesterday being screamed at, talking to and being given a whole plan. That he doesn’t ask you out today.

As you were walking towards to door, Seo Jun grabbed your wrist gently. You turned to look at him confusion clear in your eyes. He smiles at you, and you smile back still confused.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go out tomorrow. Not us studying outside of school. No. I Han Seo Jun am asking you YLN YN out on a date?”

You look at Seo Jun in astonished silence. You didn’t hear that correctly. You shake your head, look at Seo Jun holding your wrist. Your eyes follow his arm up to his face. You look into his eyes. Those eyes you could drown in. There is nothing but sincerity in his eyes. This guy you like is genuinely asking you out. You open your mouth to reply but no sounds come out. Taking a deep breath. You look at Seo Jun smiling at you. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you Han Seo Jun” In his excitement Seo Jun picks you up, spinning you around. You laugh, telling him to put you down. He does and then takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers you both walk out of the classroom.

Chapter 14.

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Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

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You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

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[the-trinket-witch]

Late Night Hurt/Comfort Incoming!

I know some folks don't like/use AO3, so I'll have to start eeking some of my drabbles/writing here once in a while. So, to introduce my OC, Albert, and Azul's relationship (before getting into it with the Tweels)

"I'm-I apologize for sending those two out to interrogate you. It was…rude of me. I didn't know when a good time to say this would be but I am. I didn't trust the idea that you were being genuine in implying you wanted to actually be friends," Azul said. It had been a long time since he had found it difficult to form words. "Thank you for proving your sincerity."

"I understand. If you've grown up with the proposition only ever having been some cruel prank, who wouldn't want to make absolutely sure? I told those two, while you had…Overblotted, that info itself wasn't the issue. To be honest it just means I don't have to explain anything. I do have to catch up, myself, for us to equally know each other; I’m a bit at a disadvantage since you know more than me. No, my issue was just…how," Albert replied. He shivered at the memory.

The two had finished class, and had planned to spend the rest of the day with each other, their conversation carrying them wherever. It ended up with the two treading over towards Octavinelle and its sights from under the sea. 

"Jade's Shock the Heart : it's proven to be rather effective at extracting information, of course," Azul turned towards Al with a teasing smile and a nudge, "the overly cautious and strong willed are in no danger of falling for it, though~"

Albert's eyes narrowed, his cheeks puffed in annoyance. " We'll gets ya ta talk, Mista Eastwind, see? We gots ways of makin' ya talk ," he replied in a mock-mobster tone, referencing a film he couldn't remember the title of. It incited a snort from Azul as they both made a seat on one of the benches in the hallway. "Can't really say it was a pleasant experience."

The answer surprised Azul, brow knitting in concern. "I-I didn't realize it hurt…"

"No, no, it's just… I don't like having control over myself taken from me. That felt like… those dreams where you fall or drowning, or a car crash , and you know eventually you’ll land, but that awful anticipation of when ," Albert had turned his gaze to the nautical life floating by with a thud of his head against the glass. "They've probably told you already but: I've had one too many times where things had gotten out of hand in the worst of ways. I don't think I can really help it anymore, trying to keep things in set parameters, or trying to think of every angle-"

"-Possible to make sure as little goes wrong as it can," Azul finished. "I know what you mean about that. My contracts are proof enough of that. Physical evidence with all the terms and conditions laid out." He let out another chuff, a smile in his voice, "And yet…"

"And yet it could all be laid to ruin with just one oversight. Granted, I'd have liked to have had a place to go home to once I was out of the infirmary," Albert finished in turn. "I think we both can still learn a little from each other about trust and control."

"Speaking of, I think I need to cut our time short-the change in weather has been so dry, I'll need to go for a quick swim to keep hydrated. I'm sure Floyd and Jade have made time to go, themselves. It'll be about an hour and we can meet up again for dinner in the cafeteria."

"If you're only going to be that long-would you mind if I came with? It's a little late for me to grab my swimming gear but we can still chat by the poolside," Al offered.

Azul made a poor attempt in hiding the hesitance on his face, "You don't have to; you said so yourself, 'you don't have your swimming gear'. I’d…I don't think you’d want to see," he motioned at himself with disgust.

"Have you already forgotten?" Albert smiled, "I've seen you at your literal worst. What you might look like without all that blot cannot be any worse. Can I offer a promise that I won't say anything about it the entire time?" He extended a pinky with the offer. 

"That might be too much of a promise to keep, even for you. If I'm to reveal something about myself, might I ask you do the same? Something I don't already know about you, in exchange," Azul mimicked his friend's gesture. 

"Deal." The two connected, making their pact, before heading out. 

The two of them retreated to Azul's room, to the pool leading out into the surrounding ocean. It was still interesting to Al that Octavinelle’s dorm rooms were equipped with such, of course it made things more comfortably private. Albert took to turning his back to allow his friend privacy while changing. He took the opportunity, himself, to take off his jacket, shoes and socks. The sound of water being disturbed was his cue to finally turn back around. 

 Azul's head was all that breached the surface, his skin now pale grey. A dusting of purple crossed his cheeks; his attention he couldn't settle between Albert or some random piece of tile. Once Al began making his way over to the side was when he directed his full attention. He wasn't a fan of being in such a position, having to look up at someone, even if he was proportionately larger than them, but it seemed his friend was willing to accommodate. He watched Albert prostrate at the edge of the water, becoming almost eye level with Azul. The purple blush only deepened when he saw Albert's expression.

It was hard for Al to contain his emotions; he wasn't sure whether his face gave away his fascination? Adoration? Awe? 

"See? Not bad at all. Is…is that bioluminescence? Do you have 3 hearts, then? Does each tentacle have independent thought? Do they get confusing? How-" Albert caught himself, having already rattled off so many questions. He smacked his head into the tile in embarrassment. "That was beyond rude of me. I'm terribly sorry. You're not a damn zoo exhibit. Forgive me-it's just…Please don't take this wrong but…you are absolutely fascinating." 

As the last of his words fell out, so too did he start blushing. He groaned into the tile, hiding his head in his elbows with shame. He whipped his head back up, though, at the sound of Azul laughing.

 It was humorless, faint and dry, like water was the preferred medium to hear it in. He hoisted his torso further out of the water, resting his head in his hands. His change in position further put his lower half on display. Indeed he had morphed to about twice his size, each aspect still in proportion to his smaller human frame, but it still would make most folks feel small in comparison to the length of the 8 dark appendages floating behind him.

"Am I to assume this as an earnest attempt at flattery or an elaborate attempt at cruelty?" He whispered. "Well, here I am in all my chubby, awkward horror." His expression seemed braced for impact. He didn't expect the face Albert was making: frustration. "What?"

"I can't change how you see yourself, but dammitall, Azul Ashengrotto. Don't just dismiss me like that,” Al didn’t mean to sound like a scolding parent, even if his frustration forced words out before he could think. “Sorry-but now I have to wonder who told you that, that it had stuck with you all these years. Because, since I have to spell it out, though: No, you're not awkward, or horrific. I’m not here to pity you, you don’t need it. I'm being genuine when I say you’re none of those, certainly aren't 'chubby'. Even if you were, then, hell, by that metric so would I. Plus, you have 8 extra limbs to account for, so that's quite a bit unfair to yourself."

Albert rolled onto his back and began rolling up his sleeves and pants in a huff. His look of frustration didn't lift as he fiddled with a few buttons and took his glasses off before laying back down. 

"What are you doing?" He had to distract himself from that creeping flutter in his gut. Something twisting at such an aggressive rejection to his personal description.

"Keeping my end of our deal. And showing you I know what I'm talking about."

He thrust his legs up with a grunt, throwing himself backwards into the drink. Azul sank down to accompany him as he fidgeted with the last of his shirt buttons. Albert threw his shirt open for Azul to see. He pointed sharply at his soft torso and bound chest. Azul floated in, curious about the article underneath. They sat suspended as one put the pieces of the other mentally together. Albert locked hands with him to bring him back to the surface once the need for air called. He floated back towards the poolside to grab his glasses and brush back his now wet hair.

"There. Behold: Albert Eastwind in all his soft, feminine ‘glory’. I’ve told you I don’t like lying, because I wasn’t when I said I understood you. I know that exact feeling; looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing something completely different from what everyone else does. But you feel like you’re the only one who can see the truth."

Azul stared for a moment more. A pained sadness washed over his friend’s face. Something inside him tore; he’d never had someone sit in such a similar position as him, at least, that they were willing to admit. He also never had someone so aggressively refuse all of the negative aspects he’d internalized. A feigned smile cracked on his face.

"I'd say this was a fair trade. I actually wasn't expecting that out of you, Albert…Thank you."

"Well, since you've laid yourself out for me to see, I guess I figured I'd get this over with early," Al sighed. "Seven, this is going to make things awkward between us from here on out…"

"Why would that be?"

"I'd imagine most at least have heard of this form of you," Al gestured to the mer's being. "But outside of you, no one else knows about this." His hand retreated back to his own form. "That'd be an interesting morsel for your backpocket. Our agreement didn't specify you had to keep our conversation secret."

"It didn't," Azul answered. His smile wavered at the bite of Albert’s assumption, but he steeled his resolve, "but we're also doing this in confidence as…friends." The word still had a foreign tang on his tongue. He feigned offense with a return of his grin, “To think you would think so lowly of me, of all people, who’s been only gracious since we’ve met~” The thick sarcasm instilled a quick chuckle out of both of them. “I don’t see point in holding that over your head. What do I have to gain in confusing people who only know you as Albert? It isn’t going to change your enrollment, not your grades, nor your accomplishments thus far.”

“Thank you. Just…thank you,” Albert sighed. “I had a lot of time to myself to figure out who I really was. I can’t say I’d want to do it over again if given the chance, but it’s hard to imagine who I might be today if things were different.”

“And I am who I am today…because of this. All the teasing, the name calling, the isolation…because of this damn form of mine. And nothing can change that," The memories soured his mood as he retreated inward. Azul undulated around the rim of the pool, in a manner Al would have likened to pacing. "And yet here you are. Not teasing, calling names, but even enjoy seeing this? You see why it's so difficult to accept such things? What I wouldn’t have given to have had something, someone like that, growing up. But again, there’s no changing the past."

Albert sat quiet along the poolside, watching his friend 'pace' and justify his own skepticism. Everything in him sparked with frustration. Not at the mer doing laps before him, but at the individuals who put the words in his head that made him pace so. He didn’t want to let his anger show anymore than before, lest he somehow make his friend believe it had been incorrectly directed at him. Al had to let go an internal sigh at the thought of what he’d have liked to have done, if he could go back. How childish, he thought. Not just that, but then what kind of man would Azul have become without spite to fuel him to be who he was now. Would they even have this conversation? Would they even have become acquainted? 

He pushed himself from the side-and away from his pondering-as Azul passed by and reached out for one of the tentacles. The gesture halted the cecaelia in his tracks, beckoning him to turn around. The appendage curled lazily around Al's wrist for purchase. He could feel Albert give a soft but assuring squeeze and nuzzling it with his cheek.

"Then I'm going to even out all that negativity, even if I have to do it all myself."

"After everything I put you and your friends through? Don’t you think it a bit of a waste of kindness?"

"Not to me. Not if it's you."

Al's face had since softened, Azul could see, from frustration to almost a look of pleading. It wasn’t even a facade, hiding some ulterior motive. All his years of honing his ability to sniff it out couldn’t  find any. Seeing his friend look at him that way made the bioluminescent blush creep all the faster up to his face, once again. His mind raced wondering how he ended up this way-receiving such praise after so many years of rejection.  He dipped back under the surface before the tears started. 

Al followed, still tethered by the black appendage. It had since curled further up his arm. The pool couldn’t hide the twist in Azul’s face as he tried fighting back tears. The sensation of hands cupping the sides of his face jolted him, but allowed him to see his friend floating down to eye level. Albert’s hands traveled to his shoulders, giving himself an anchor from floating back up. He didn’t say anything, but the expression he wore spoke for Azul as if to say, ‘ I didn’t mean to make you cry. You don’t have to believe me, but I’ll be here for when you do.’ He jetted forward a little to land a small kiss on his forehead. 

Azul wiped away some of the ink from his eyes, letting his hands rest on top of Albert’s. He gave them a squeeze in turn, meekly murmuring a ‘Thank you'. 

The two resurfaced, both never taking each other's eyes off the other.  Azul broke their silence, "It is bioluminescence. And technically three, in a loose term. And they don't have coherent thought behind their movement, it's hard to explain…"

"It’s beautiful. You're skin defaults to black, but I can see it fleck with blue and red once in a while. I…I wish you could see you the way I do. You’re like starlight. Can I just…" 

Al dipped back under water to trace along where the darker skin faded to grey, his touch seemed to send ripples of purple across his skin. He cataloged the effect under 'goosebumps'. Tracing further brought him back to one of the tentacles. While everything felt rubbery, it wasn't unpleasant, the water helped make it feel a lot smoother. He let it go as he broke the surface again, but before he could head back down, Azul stopped him.

"Wait. These things aren't intelligent on their own, but they can be independent, so when they get touched too much too often, they might…" Azul warned behind a hand to his mouth. "Get a…little handsy."

"That’s entirely my fault. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you worried about getting carried away? Or am I being too forward?"

"It’s just… No one's ever looked at me the way you are; it's all a bit new."

"Well I love what I see: I love how you float like lace, I love how every color culminates to frame your face, I love the softness of your hands, I love you I-" Albert couldn't catch the words before they fell out of his mouth. His cheeks grew alight with embarrassment. "I-I just said that…My apologies." 

He scrambled for the edge of the pool, but something snaked its way around his ankle before he could get out. Azul had taken hold with a tentacle, the appendage now glowing violet in patterns not previously seen. 

"Wait. What did you say?” 

"I’m sorry. I didn't say anything until now because…I assumed that wasn't something you were interested in. I've compromised our friendship enough, already. I should go."

He made another attempt at pulling himself out of the water,  but more black appendages came up to envelope him, yanking him back into the drink and close to Azul's chest. 

"I've never had this happen before. I don't want to trust it but…"

"A contract. I'll sign one, to ensure I'm only telling you the truth. I'll even bet my damn time magic. Let you decide."

His call would be answered by the manifest of a small shining contract. A tentacle snatched at it to draw it up for both to examine it. 

"The terms: we aren't to betray each other. We help each other, regardless of any score. Last: we never lie to each other. Fair? You've offered your magic, what would you ask of me, should I breach this?"

"That…You forget everything about me up to that point. It'll be like we never met."

Azul took a moment to digest the terms, did he hear that correct? ‘You’ll forget everything about me’. They’d only known each other for a couple of months but then, why did he feel like it wasn’t fair to have them possibly ripped away? He'd never felt a term have such personal weight before. Part of him wanted to tear the thing up and just hide away in shame; who willingly loves an octopus? Especially one like himself? Another to just accept his word-that small child at the bottom of the Coral Sea, desperate for attention that didn’t line him up as the punchline. He steeled his thoughts with a shaky sigh. A flick of his wrist manifested a pen for the both of them. Albert signed, not once taking his eyes off of the mer. 

The pen sat in the cephalopod's hand, now, with an immeasurable weight. Did he really mean to rope him into this? Did he really not trust his associate, friend , enough to make him sign something that just felt increasingly petty? How childish, he thought. He exhaled and flicked his signature onto the paper. Azul rolled it back up and tossed it over the side of the pool. Once it left his hands he felt Al's reach up to cup his face again.

"Where were we? Oh yes: I love you."

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My Brother is an Asshole

Luna Lovegood x Reader

Word Count: 929

Warnings: Bullying

Y/n Malfoy wasn't the type of girl you'd call your stereotypical Slytherin. She was very sweet and caring towards almost anyone she'd met. However she was probably the most ambitious person you'd ever meet. She worked hard and took no shortcuts to acquire everything she had.

She didn't take handouts from her family and refused to take the path they had laid out for her. She felt sorry for her twin brother, he fell right into the pressure that their parents applied.

Obviously he had been their favorite because of her refusal to follow their wishes. That affected her school experience at Hogwarts immensely. Draco had basically turned the whole house against the girl.

She was almost completely friendless at school. The other houses were skeptical of her because she was a Malfoy and Slytherin wouldn't accept her. The only friend the girl had was the most peculiar of the Ravenclaws, Luna Lovegood.

Y/n and Luna had a weird type of relationship. They never really had conversations they were just fine being near each other. Very little was ever said between the two besides hi and bye.

Y/n sometimes felt like a burden to the younger girl. After all Luna did have friends. She had Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley. She was friends with the Gryffindors that despised Y/n and her brother. To Y/n, it made no sense that Luna would spend time with her.

" Hey there Loony, why don't you do yourself a favor and stop hanging around my sister," Y/n's head snapped in the direction of the confrontation.

Draco and a group of Slyrherins had Luna cornered. The younger girl didn't seemed bothered at all by this. She just clutched her books and patiently waited for the group to dissipate.

Draco then slapped the books out of her hands before yelling at her," Don't you hear me speaking to you Loony. You're supposed to respond."

Y/n had heard enough for once in her life she was going to act like a proper Slytherin. She marched to the group shoving her way to Draco. When she got to him she punched him hard causing him to fall on the floor.

" I see you have nothing better to do than to pick on little girls Draco. What is Potter too busy or something?" The group around snickered at her comment while Draco scowled at her.

" We were only having a little chat," he said, getting up and dusting himself off. Y/n was not in the mood for Draco's bullshit. She grabbed his collar and slammed him into the nearest wall.

" I'm not dicking around Draco, leave her alone. If I see you around her again I'll make sure your life mimics a living hell. Keep in mind I'm your sister and I actually know exactly how to ruin everything you want to accomplish. Now run back to daddy Draco, I'm sure he has errands for you to run."

Y/n dropped Draco who gave her a dirty look before running off with the other Slytherins following him.

" I'm so sorry Luna, my brother is an idiot," Y/n started to bend down and pick up Luna's books.

" It's ok Y/n I'm used to the harassment by now. He's been telling me to stop talking to you for almost a month now," Luna said nonchalantly.

Y/n was taken aback by this. This had been going on for a month and she hadn't even noticed. It frustrated her that Luna never told her.

" Why didn't you tell me Luna? I would've stopped him the first day," Y/n said slightly angered.

" I didn't want to bother you. I could handle it, it's just some light teasing," Luna was speaking softer than usual. The eye contact the two shared was soon broken.

" Luna, you could never bother me. I'd have to be like them to be bothered by you. You're literally my only friend, I don't interact with anyone besides you. If my prick of a brother is bullying you, I think I have the right to know."

" I'm sorry I didn't know it meant so much to you," Y/n stepped in front of Luna stopping the girl from entering The Great Hall.

" Luna, I care about you. I don't want anyone hurting or bothering you," the Ravenclaw blushed at Y/n's words.

" Y/n I.."

" LUNA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN BREAKFAST IS ALMOST OVER," Ginny shouted from her place across the room. She marched her way over barely sparing Y/n a glance. " In a minute Gin, I'm speaking to Y/n," the blue eyed girl turned attention back to Y/n.

" Will I see you in the library tonight?"

" When am I ever anywhere else? Of course I'll be there Luna."

Ginny interrupted their conversation once again," Luna did you forget you're supposed to help Neville with his paper later tonight."

" It's ok Luna maybe another time then," Y/n spoke directly to Luna with a sad smile on her face.

" I'll help Neville finish his paper another time. Tonight I'll be hanging out with Y/n Malfoy in the library if you should have need for me," Luna smiled brightly at Y/n before walking off with Ginny.

Y/n felt her heart flutter as she watched the blonde witch walk away. She stood there until Luna was no longer in sight, shaking her head with a dopey smile on her face that spoke volumes. She would definitely have to figure out how to get Luna Lovegood to be her girlfriend.

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