#I can't wear nice clothes (the last time I was allowed to buy clothes was 3 fucking years ago) I always have to wear my cousins old ones
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i WILL have waist length hair by next year . no matter what
#im still angry she made me cut it in april#a trim would have been fine but she made the hairstylist cut so much#like I said 4 inches to her and then she was done but now she had to come and tell the poor lady to cut more#actually think the hairstylist was on my side bc it really did not look like she cut that much#it makes me so ANGRY like why does she feel entitled to control every part of my appearance#I literally don't even feel like a person anymore#saw this tiktok of a brown girl cutting her hair to her chin bc she was never allowed to cut it bc long hair is considered a sign of beauty#and like. that's kind of messed me up ngl. bc while I feel bad. at least her mother wanted her to be beautiful...#I can't even explain it but#I can't wear nice clothes (the last time I was allowed to buy clothes was 3 fucking years ago) I always have to wear my cousins old ones#even for sixth form I really thought id be allowed to buy some new shirts or trousers or anything but guess what. nothing#there is nothing in my school wardrobe that hasnt been worn by 3 people before#and like I can't style my hair differently than what I always do and im even judged for new outfit combinations#she never gets me hair stuff even though I have the least manageable hair in the fucking universe#and the only makeup im allowed to wear is what she gets me (tinted moisturiser that is actually awful)#and then I look at my cousin and I have honestly never felt worse#bc she literally goes out w a face full of makeup and she can get highlights in her hair and wear whatever she wants#its crazy. and I can never say anything about it#its so fucking embarrassing as well#I just have to act like I don't care abt these things#when we go to Azerbaijan for my cousins engagement im the only girl in the family who isn't wearing a dress#bc she just had to insist that 'oh Alisha doesn't REALLY want a dress' and I just looked at her like. what.#so now im wearing the ugliest trousers and weird smock type shirt imaginable god I feel sick thinking about it.#lmao I can't stop crying abt this literally the stupidest thing in the world to cry about#my ammi would never do this to me
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I know that you already answered about Reader not really having household chores, but one can imagine being a housewife as a coping mechanism in serial killer AU......
We just stay in this creepy crawly fuckhouse too long, it reeks of blood and rotten meat and bourbon and we just can't!! Begging the guys to just let us have your way, cleaning everything, burning our hands with bleach and cleaning supplies, forcing Soap to take baths with sweetly scented salts.
Ghost found out about your little hobby and calls you their adorable house wifey....you're scared and afraid and the only thing that allows to keep your mind away is cleaning and cooking and maybe even knitting((( boys getting out of their last hunt, all burly amd sweaty and covered in blood and their little pet wifey is right here, welcoming them in a clean house with ahaky hands. Ghost drops us to his lap like a cat, scrubbing our head while Soap tries to feed us, talking about how perfect their last victim was screaming.
Murder den is too clean, so now they have to drag another victim inside and gut them!! Putting our housewife skills to good use
love a good housewife kink
she needs something to do while they're "gone" all day, she'll go insane otherwise! and it's not like they give her much freedom, there isn't much around to do but cook and clean
but oh my god... the way their obsession with you would become even more deranged if they thought you were trying to take care of them.
you clutching at ghost's hands, nearly scrubbing his hands raw with how harshly you're washing away the blood. meticulous enough to get under the nails and the cuticles, in the grooves of his callouses and scars. he's just staring down at you like you're anointing him. you refuse to let him touch you if you don't get to make sure his hands are clean, and he pretends to barely tolerate it when secretly he loves the whole process
johnny could watch you cook for fucking hours. the way you hustle and bustle around the kitchen, making sure everything is being prepared at the exact right time so it's not too hot or cold for serving, or how focused you get when decorating something you've baked. he buys you a frilly little apron, makes you wear nothing else besides it and jacks off to the way your ass moves when you bend over to take cookies out of the oven.
knitting or crocheting for them :( would take a while for them to trust you with the hooks, but they would eventually. trying to discreetly figure out their measurements without asking - making larger items of clothing takes longer and therefore distracts you for longer! one day they find a whole stash of hats and mittens and sweaters and scarves :( all the gifts you've made for them :( they reward you so nicely for being so good to them <3
also - ghost keeping you captive on his lap and hand feeding you your homemade meal while he and soap talk in gruesome detail about their crimes... yeah that does it for me. you get all wiggly and whiney and he just shushes you, brushes a hand over your head and kisses your hairline, gives you another bite of food when you open your mouth to complain
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LFT 27
Sanji shook Zoro's shoulder. He had shit to do but didn't want to slip out of the room like this was some walk of shame.
“Huh?” Zoro grunted, cracking his eyes open. “whatcha doin'? Come back to bed,” Zoro lifted the blankets in clear invitation. It did, in fact, look inviting, to spend a day lazy and warm in bed, maybe some slow soft sex, but Sanji really hated to waste the day doing nothing.
“Can't the best time to hit the market's is first thing in the morning, but I'll see back on ship,” Sanji informed him apologetically. He had a job to do after all. “Or you could join me?”
“No, I'd rather sleep in more, its to early to be up,” Zoro huffed and dropped the blanket. “You left your hair alone, mmm I like it, you should wear it like that,” With that, the green haired man fell back to sleep.
Sanji rolled his eyes and walked out the door and towards the markets patting the notebook he tucked into his slacks last night before leaving. He had to make sure the ship was well stocked, who knew how long until they had the chance to resupply when they entered the grandline. With the Luffy ate, it was best to be overly prepared.
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Usopp finally was able to do his own shopping. Yesterday, Nami had dragged him into helping her. But he got a nice lunch out of it. His new backpack was empty and ready to be filled with everything he could ever need for the Grand Line. He wouldn't be caught unaware! He would become a great warrior of the sea just like his dad. He wouldn't let Luffy or his crew down.
Usopp stopped at the store after the store, seeking out only the best stuff. Soon, his once empty backpack was stuffed to the brim. He even bought new papers for his blueprints. He wanted to make Nami a better boa staff, even if he wasn't sure how to. He'd figure out the details later. He was brimming with ideas for new ammo. He couldn't wait to cozy up in the galley and draw up all the new plans. To sit under the shade of Namis trees and work on them, to test his skills in battle…from far away, very, very, very far away.
“Goggles! I need new goggles. I can't believe I forgot those! A mighty warrior of the sea, a great sniper, needs only the best goggles!” He hurried off…well more like waddled off with his heavy load to find the best goggles for the job.
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Nami opened the curtain of the expensive clothing boutique dressing room. She had come back like she said she would, this would be a great place find clothes she liked before she went eles where to buy them cheaper. Just because they were more expensive didn't mean that the quality was thire.
“Well how do I look?” She stroked a pose as the clerk gushed and raved about her beauty, nothing that Sanji hadn't already said before. Then, in front of her, he wasn't subtle in his endveros to get her to buy the clothes. “Hmm nah I don't like any of these.”
She didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed about the massive pile of clothes she left behind. She, of course, slid a small bottle of sparkly blue nail polish into her pocket while the man was distracted. Couldn't have her skills getting rusty now that they were on their way to the grand line.
“Hmm where to next? I don't need map drawing items, I've plenty of ink and parchment,” As Nami walked past a different clothing boutique, she spotted the cutest outfit. It was a yellow sweater with a sliced mikan with the word written underneath. It was accompanied by a cream skirt with a mikan pattern. There was also a pair of thigh-high stockings in a soft orange. Nami had very rarely allowed herself to buy clothes, to busy saving every last belli she had to buy back her village. Now, however, now she could buy clothes!
#one piece#fanfic#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#black leg sanji#ussop#god usopp#nami#cat burglar nami#lust filled thoughts
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Could you do "i can't lose you again" with rosekiller, I would forever be indebted to you🥺
i'm cheating and using these both together :) this one is a little long so i'm adding a cut sorrrrryyyyy
I Stayed There
“You will not believe who I ran into today,” Alice says, kicking the door closed behind her, nearly toppling over with the number of shopping bags hanging from her arms.
“Why did you buy so much food? Are you planning to feed an army?” Barty asks as he jumps up from the couch to rush over and pull some of the packages from her laden arms.
“We’re having a party tonight,” Alice says, not looking at him as she shimmies the bags off her wrists and onto the kitchen counter.
“Since when?”
“Since,” she pauses, humming at a jar she’s pulled out of a bag as if she didn’t realize she’d bought it.
“Al?”
“Hm?” Alice hums, looking up at him like she’s just remembered he’s in the room.
“Since when are we having a party?” Barty prompts her gently. He’s used to having to follow Alice’s train of thought, which she frequently loses.
“Oh! Since I saw Evan at the grocery store,” she wiggles her eyebrows at Barty.
It’s like he’s been transported back in time to that place he tends to haunt when he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts. When Evan told Barty he’d found someone. When he told Barty he was happy. When Evan left him there in that restaurant. When Barty realized he’d been living in a fantasy of his own design thinking the boy he’d loved, loved him back.
He can hear the glass shatter in his hand from gripping it too hard, feel the shards embedding themselves in his hand, see the blood dripping onto the white table cloth as Evan and the waitress fuss.
“Bar?”
Barty realizes Alice has been staring at him while he’s been lost in the memories like he has been the last five years.
“So… I’m confused,” Barty says, shaking his head as he puts a bag of crisps away in the cabinet.
“I sort of said we were having a party thinking I could get away from him faster, but then he just looked sort of pitiful, and I invited him because I felt bad.”
“You invited my ex-best friend, who I used to be in love with and broke my heart, to a party, because you felt bad for him?” Barty asks. Alice shrugs at him, folding up the empty grocery bag. “You’re going soft, Fortescue. Stop hanging out with that Frank bloke.”
She shoves him hard.
“Go take a shower and wear something nice. I’ve invited everyone, they’ll be here in,” Alice looks down at her watch and grimaces, “a half hour.”
“For fucks sake, Al!” Barty grumbles, but allows her to push him into the bathroom before he slams the door in her face and calls loudly, “Some best friend you are!”
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Stupid Evan and his stupid strawberry blonde waves that fall right above his stupid pierced ears. Stupid Evan and his stupid freckles, especially the three on his top lip that make Barty want to sink his teeth into it. Stupid Evan and his stupid ability to make conversation with literally anyone.
“You’re staring,” Regulus whispers and Barty jerks his head to see grey eyes piercing his.
“Staring at you now, Reggie,” Barty smirks, tapping Regulus’ nose. Regulus snarls and grabs onto Barty’s finger, bending it backward faster than Barty can blink.
“Okay, okay, stop ouch!”
Regulus’ eyes glint mischievously, but he lets go of Barty’s finger. “Are you going to talk to him, or just attempt to burn him with your brain power alone?”
“Do you think he’s still dating her?”
Regulus shrugs, “Dunno. You should ask.” Barty sighs exasperatedly and Regulus rolls his eyes at him. “You’re the one who wants to know.”
“Yeah, but you’re supposed to be my best friend.”
“You have three other best friends you could ask,” Regulus says, gesturing to where Dorcas, Pandora, and Alice are locked in an epic beer pong battle.
“Reg—“
“You are so fucking whiney. How many of these have you had?” Regulus points at the glass of cheap white wine that Alice had forced into Barty’s hand two hours ago.
“I dunno. Four, or five glasses? It’s not like it has any alcohol, really. Why does she even buy this shit? It’s gross. Ugh, why does everything have to suck so badly?” Barty laments.
“It does have alcohol, and you always turn into a giant whining bummer when you drink white wine,” Regulus says, taking the glass from him and pouring it into the vase of the fake plant sitting on the end table next to him.
“Oi!”
“You didn’t like it anyway, but you’re right, it is disgusting. She could at least buy something that isn’t so flabby.”
Barty rolls his eyes and then glances back to the kitchen where Evan is in some sort of discussion with James, which seems to be hilarious judging by how he’s doubled over, wiping tears from his shining blue eyes.
Stupid Evan and his stupid gorgeous smile. Stupid James for being nice to him.
“I’m going to go distract my boyfriend now so you can go tell Evan you’ve been in love with him for about thirteen years,” Regulus stands up, but Barty grabs onto his wrist quickly.
“Wait, wait, Reg,” Barty says, his voice wavering. “If he’s- if they’re still together… I can’t take that kind of rejection again. We haven’t even spoken in five years and that was all me. He tried but I just…” he trails off, staring pleadingly at Regulus.
“So, apologize,” Regulus says, pulling Barty off the couch. “Apologize for ditching him. Tell him you miss him and that you want to be friends again.”
Barty swallows. He wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole as he follows Regulus over to where James and Evan are now taking shots of Apple Sourz.
“Babe, I need you,” Regulus says as he and Barty reach the kitchen.
James looks at him seriously, “Are you okay?”
“Alice told me that the cat downstairs is a stray that the residents leave food out for, and I want to take him home.”
James blinks, “You want me to catch a cat?”
“Yes.”
James purses his lips before raising a shot glass to his lips and throwing the bright green liquid back.
“Alright, let’s go. What are you naming it?” he asks, patting Evan on the back in goodbye before stepping out of the kitchen with his boyfriend.
“Salem, obviously,” Regulus says, winking at Barty before pointing at Evan and mouthing, “fix it!”
When Barty looks back at Evan, he’s tossing back another shot, refusing to look at him.
“Hi,” Barty mumbles, staring at a few freckles he can spot on Evan’s exposed collar bones.
“Oh, are you speaking to me?” Evan asks, and there’s something sharp in his voice that doesn’t belong there.
Barty looks around, exaggerating the movement more than necessary, “You’re the only one here aren’t you?”
Evan stares at him, face blank, the spark in his eyes dulling, “What do you want, Barty?”
“Can’t a guy say hello to the only other person in the room without being accused of an ulterior motive?” Barty asks. The twenty-three-year-old version of himself cringes in his mind.
Evan sighs exasperatedly before rolling his eyes and moving away from the countertops and out of the kitchen toward the living room where the rest of the party seems to finally be slowing down.
“Wait,” Barty says desperately, and Evan stops in the opening between the two rooms. Barty takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I have something to tell you,” Evan says excitedly. His eyes shine like the stars above them, just visible through the few overlapping branches of trees covering the patio of the restaurant. His excitement leaches out of him, warming Barty through to the tips of his toes.
“Yeah?” Barty grins at him. He holds onto his highball, nervously running his fingers through the condensation forming despite the chilly autumn air.
“You know how I’ve been a bit, well, much about finding ‘the one’ lately?” Evan asks sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. The dim lights of the candle on the table and the hanging lanterns above their little corner of the patio illuminate his face in soft, warm light. He looks so beautiful like this—happy and light, as if all his problems have completely disappeared for the evening. Barty wants to reach across the table and take his hand, but for now, he’ll just grip his glass, perhaps a bit too tight.
“I do.” Barty smiles at him gently. Evan has been a bit obsessive about finding someone to fall in love with and marry because apparently, twenty-three is the age you’re supposed to do that. Now is the time they’re supposed to settle down and start a family. At least, that’s what Evan’s parents say, so Evan, being the people pleaser he is, has been determined to show them he is the perfect son.
It’s been hard to watch Evan go on date after date with beautiful women who fit his parents’ idea of “the perfect wife.” Months and months of cheering Evan up after not being able to find a girl he clicks with has made Barty cynical and more than a bit jealous.
But this past month Evan hasn’t gone out much. He’s stayed home at his and Barty’s shared flat playing video games, eating pizza, building blanket forts, and watching movies. They’ve fallen asleep in the mounds of blankets and cushions on the floor too many times to count, and Barty thinks Evan has finally realized that what he’s been looking for all this time has been right in front of him.
“I found her,” Evan says, grinning broadly.
There’s a dull buzzing that fills Barty’s ears. Evan is still talking, gushing by the looks of it about whoever she is. But Barty can’t hear him. He can’t hear anything over the waves crashing in his head.
“Barty?” Evan's voice pulls him from his reverie. Barty opens his eyes, and Evan is staring at him. Despite his anger, concern laces his features.
“I’m…”
What does he say? What do you say to someone who you’ve ignored and blocked on every single social media platform for five years? What do you say to the boy who left you in a moment of the past and moved on with some girl he loved?
“It’s been so long,” Barty manages to mumble.
“And whose fault was that?”
“You left me no choice.”
“How? That doesn’t even…” Evan lets out a groan and lifts his hands in exasperation. “You blocked my number. You put up a wall between us. You cut off all contact and gave absolutely no reason.”
“It doesn’t matter. You moved on. Just went on with time and your life and just left me there and-“
“Barty! I didn’t leave you! You left me!” Evan shouts.
“Don’t raise your fucking voice at me,” Barty says darkly, glaring at Evan. “You couldn’t see me right in front of you. I was right there. I was right there. I’m still right there, just stuck at that table forever, right where you left me.“
“You’re literally not making any sense, Barty.”
“You kept looking for the perfect girl, the perfect wife, as if I wasn’t right in front of you.”
He watches Evan swallow slowly, staring at him with wide eyes.
“And then you stopped! For a month you acted like… Like you realized what you meant to me and I thought that I-” Barty’s voice cracks, “that I meant the same to you. But I didn’t. I guess I didn’t.”
Evan doesn’t say anything. He just stares, as if he’s seeing Barty for the first time.
After a few moments, the wall Barty has so carefully built, keeping him in the past, keeping him from moving on or feeling any of it, seems to crumble. He sniffles, rubbing his wet cheeks with the back of his hand.
“Sorry. I’ll just go,” Barty says quietly, trying to move past Evan, but he puts up a hand just in front of Barty’s chest. His fingers are shaking, and he leaves a few inches between them like he’s unsure if he can touch Barty.
“I didn’t know that’s how you felt,” Evan says quietly.
Barty shakes his head, “It’s fine.” He tries to move around Evan again but this time the other man presses his hand against Barty’s chest.
“I can’t lose you again.”
Barty swears he can feel the moment stop in the space between heartbeats when Evan’s eyes move between his eyes and his lips, and back up again.
It’s like the past blurs with the present, and where he’s been stuck for five years unpauses as Evan leans in to kiss him.
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♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes
♜: Shoulder rubs
♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
For Sierra and Shay (you know why I sent that last one 😉)
Ah my precious human (and non-human) dumpster fire disasters I love them dearly and I know you do too... they got long so once again they're below the cut!
"Is that my sweatshirt?"
"Correction. Our sweatshirt," Sierra replies.
"I didn't realize communal property extended to my clothes."
"I did the laundry this week, so yeah."
"No fair. I can't steal your stuff on my week."
"You could, but it would be kind of funny." She chuckles at the thought of Shay in one of her t-shirts; it would look like a crop top on him.
Between her chronically broke bank account and landlords' (unfortunately still fully legal) refusals to take on a vampire with a criminal record as a tenant, she and Shay had finally decided the most practical option was sharing her place. A one-bedroom apartment isn't a lot of room for two people, but with a coffin of home earth replacing the dilapidated college-purchase futon in the living room, they're making it work.
They're splitting the rent fifty-fifty, Sierra buys food (as the only one who actually needs it) and Shay takes care of utilities. They trade off on the chores. Pete made them a literal actual chore chart for the fridge.
He sure does love his spreadsheets.
"Well, I'm not going to fight you for it," Shay says, grinning and reaching past her to the blood shelf in the fridge.
"I'd hate to have to reset the 'Days Without Incident' board," Sierra says. They literally have one of those too, courtesy of her and Shay's tendency to ruffle each other's feathers and say things that set the other off. If they make it to seven days, it's cause for celebration.
'We haven't murdered each other yet' seems like a pretty low bar for roommates, but Sierra thinks that in this case, it's actually a pretty good one. They're living (or maybe undead, in Shay's case) proof that humans and vampires can co-exist.
And in a world where that's becoming increasingly important to prove, 'we survived another day together' might be one of the most valuable statistics they have.
She's pretty sure, somewhere, Pete has all of this on a spreadsheet.
...
"Isn't it a little weird to be visiting a graveyard after hours?" Pete asks, glancing behind them at the chained gate.
"Well, I sort of wanted you all to meet him, and Shay can only come at night. Besides, unless they've changed their tactics a lot in the past couple years almost no one patrols this place. My high school friends and I used to come out here when we wanted to be sure no one would catch us drinking or smoking." She shrugs. "Now it feels kinda weird knowing I could have been sitting on my dad's headstone that time Javy convinced me to try my first cigarette."
Shay laughs, a sort of harsh sound that echoes off the stones. "Okay, you have to admit, that is pretty funny."
Sierra stops in front of a rough-cut, unassuming stone. It's probably from the ranch; her dad was the first generation not allowed to be buried in the family plot on their own land, but his family clearly wanted to leave a piece of his home with them.
It's like some inverted theory of home earth. Sierra kneels down, tracing the letters cut into the stone.
"Hey dad. It's me again. I brought friends this time. Well, better friends than I used to bring." She swallows, feeling warmth running down her night-chilled cheeks. "This is Pete, and this is Shay. Pete's my hunting partner. And Shay's a vampire but I think you might have liked him." She shrugs. "If it counts for anything, your brother doesn't actively hate him."
It's supposed to come out as a laugh, but it's more of a choked sob.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Stoker. Gotta say, you've got an awfully nice grave. Take it from someone that means something to." Shay lays a hand on top of the headstone, and this time, Sierra does laugh.
She knows what he's doing, but she doesn't mind. She'd rather laugh than cry, she thinks her dad would approve.
Pete just shuffles, clearly not as comfortable with the whole joking in the presence of the actual dead thing, but he takes a sprig of mesquite bush he'd found on the ranch earlier and lays it on top of the stone, tied around with a thin bit of red string. Apparently that's something from his family.
"Okay. We have two more to visit before we leave." Sierra leads the way to a pair of low graves with simple small stones at the heads, in a weedy, neglected corner.
"Who's here?" Pete asks.
"These were the graves of the vampires I staked." Sierra traces a finger over the stones. "When they died in a gang war, they were unclaimed and ended up buried here." Their ashes are scattered somewhere in the desert now, but it still means something to her to see the place they should have been laid to rest.
"Most hunters believe, on some level at least, that killing a vampire is simply freeing their soul. Like those stories about ghosts who are only trapped because they have unfinished business, and solving it helps them cross over." Sierra says. "But I didn't know that then. I didn't care about giving them peace, or freeing them. I just wanted them dead because I thought they were monsters."
"So what do you think? Am I a tortured soul you're doing a disservice to by letting me live?" Shay smiles a bit, fangs showing. "Would we both be better off if you freed me?"
"I think you could say the same thing to justify killing a human," Sierra replies. "As long as this life is what you want, I have no right to take it from you."
Pete taps Sierra on the shoulder and then points toward the entrance. "Lights."
He's right, a car is coming, and the way the road curves is going to send those lights right over all three of them.
"Okay, let's get out of here."
...
Sierra parks in the lot of the library and glances at her passenger. The sun has been down for at least an hour, but Shay still looks nervous about getting out of the car.
"You still want to do this?"
He just nods.
Cody has been supplementing the LAPL's "Human Library Books" program with his suggestion of "(Non) Human Library" since they got the event off the ground. Robin's gone to almost all of them. Uncle John says Emma has gone a few times, when the events are in the evening late enough for her to feel comfortable going out but early enough she doesn't have to run her club.
But it's Shay's first time.
"I'm pretty sure half of the agency's going to be here. If anyone tries to harass you or pull something we'll deal with it." She's heard stories of people 'checking out' vampires only to try and poison them with garlic or expose them to UV light. There's a security process now, to make sure they're not carrying stakes or any other harmful items, but that doesn't mean someone can't get disturbingly creative.
"I'm not worried about that." He shrugs. "I just...I don't usually tell people about my past. Before I turned. They either pity me or start looking at me like somehow being an addict was worst than being a vampire." He tugs at the cuff of a sleeve. "If they ask what it's like to be me now, I can answer anything, but if they ask how it happened or what that was like..."
Sierra reaches across the car to rest her hands on his shoulders. The tension in his muscles is vibrating like an idling engine, and she rubs her thumbs into the back of his neck, hoping to ease it.
"You told me. And Pete."
"Yeah."
"And we don't treat you any different."
"Well, to be fair, I don't think it was going to get worse than handcuffed in the back seat of a Camaro."
"You are never going to let that one go, are you?"
He laughs. Halfhearted, but still real. "Nope."
"My point is, the people coming here, if they're being genuine, want to understand other people. They're not coming here to judge you. They're coming to learn what it's like to be you."
"Okay." He opens the car door. "Maybe you're right. I mean, I got to ride up front this time."
Sierra slaps his shoulder. "Okay, go on, get out of my car. I'm right behind you."
...
"I don't think I fully realized what finding out I was a Stoker was going to involve," Sierra mutters, tugging at the flowing skirt of her gala dress. "Apparently I'm expected to represent my family name by showing up to this shindig in an evening gown."
"Well, you are basically ribbon-cutting this program," Pete says, adjusting his own tie. "It was your idea."
"I threw it at Maira and ran out her door. Figuratively. I had nothing to do with the past two years." She swishes the extravagant skirt around her ankles. It's not terrible, it's only ankle length and the slit side allows her both freedom of movement and access to the stake holster on her thigh, but she still doesn't have to like it. "They just want me here because I'm the legacy name with a connection to it. I'm going to trip over this thing and make a fool of myself."
"Well, that would certainly liven things up around here," Shay says.
"Stop it." Sierra slaps his arm gently.
"Okay, go on, they're waiting for you." Pete says, tapping her arm and pointing her toward the stage.
She doesn't trip on anything, or mix up the notecards on the podium, but she's still glad when her speech is over and the actual party gets started. Even if she's not much for the dancing that picks up once dinner is over.
At least John convinced their DJ to include some Tejano in the mix. If she closes her eyes she can almost see her parents dancing to it playing on the Camaro's radio, in some empty field.
She's still in her seat, watching Pete tripping over his own feet trying to keep up with Saanvi, one of his fellow forensic accountants, when Shay pushes his own chair back from the table, stands up, and holds out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"
"Do you know how?"
"Do you?"
"Fair point. I know line dancing." Sierra motions to the room full of people. "And this is not it."
"Then it's perfect. Neither of us knows what we're doing and I think we're both coordinated enough to avoid stomping each other's feet."
The current song ends just as they step out onto the floor, and the new one is slower and softer. Sierra curses under her breath. She could fake her way through something high energy and upbeat. She's not good at calm and graceful.
She settles for sort of leaning into Shay's arm and swaying, moving incrementally like she's trying to keep the floor from creaking under her shoes.
It's actually not terrible, once she catches onto the rhythm and the music's tone, and eventually, as it grows louder and stronger, her steps gain confidence, until by the last few powerful notes she feels confident enough to spin out to the end of their connected grip and then whirl back to finish the song how they started, leaning against each other but not quite touching.
She looks up, wiping back an errant strand of hair that's escaped her neat bun, to see there's a circle of several feet of space all around them and most of the other people on the floor have stopped dancing.
Shay seems to have realized the same thing.
"Are they all watching us?"
"A vampire and a Stoker sharing the dance floor, as partners no less. This is probably real life 'Beauty and the Beast' to them," Sierra says.
Shay chuckles, and Sierra leans into his shoulder as the song ends.
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Lenny stood there on the eerily quiet, empty sidewalk. He only wanted one drink before his date, you know, to still his nerves and all. So why the actual fuck, is he staring death right in the fucking eye?
Earlier that night…
Usually after a good gig, he would hang around, sign a few autographs, some small talk with a few of his adoring fans who would often buy him drinks, thinking that it would keep him for a while longer, they're usually right.
But tonight after the gig he was gonna meet Midge, so he scribbled down his name down a few times and kept the small talk short not wanting to get drunk without her, limiting himself to a singular drink.
He wanted to meet her at her gig but she said it was a shitty gig with a club full of ‘horny middle aged misogynistic assholes who live with their mothers’, so she's gonna meet him here, have some drinks, and if the drinks go well enough maybe dinner. And if dinner goes exceedingly well, they'll share an innocent kiss goodnight and go their separate ways. But, if he's lucky (which he often isn't but a man can wish, can't he?), and he means really fucking lucky tonight, then the innocent kiss turns to a more bluer shade, with significantly less clothes and messier hair, and maybe waking up to the sight of kiss swollen lips in his new, shiny apartment the next day. Maybe springing extra for dinner might not be such a bad idea he thought.
He took a drag of his smoke, "Mr Bruce?" A softer voice interrupts his thoughts.
"Lenny please. Mr Bruce ‘s my mother." He quipped as he tapped off bits of ash into the ash tray, turning to match the voice to the face. It was a blonde, short haired, curvy woman in a rather tight fitting red dress with a low cutting neckline, that left very little to the imagination.
She chuckles at his quip, laughing more than it should've been, "Well, Lenny," she drawled on his name, "I'm Linda,” she introduced with a flirtatious smile, “you were, really funny tonight." She shifts closer to him, he could smell her perfume, smell was the wrong word, suffocating, or drowning would be more accurate.
"That was the plan." He breathed as he not so subtly shifted away from her, please get the fuck away from me.
“Speaking of plans,” she said, dragging her finger across the rim of her drink as she took the seat next to him and leaned in, "do you have any plans tonight?-"
"Yep." He quickly replied, turning away to take a sip of his drink, allowing his nostrils to take a break.
"And tomorr-?" She continued.
"Yep." He fired, paying no mind to her or her unwanted and unwelcome advances.
"What about-?"
Will Midge smell this on me? “Yep.” He answered.
"How about some day…" She continues as Lenny ponders, who am I kidding? Anyone with a working nose within a 10 feet radius could smell this shit.
“Look lady,” he cut her off before she could continue further, just wanting this interaction to end before Midge arrives, wanting to avoid any misunderstandings that could possibly happen, "I'm sure you're nice, but I'm really not interested." He snapped at her politely, stubbing his smoke out, well if you could snap at someone politely.
He quickly polished off the last of his drink, threw down his drink ticket and walked out, he'll just meet Midge outside of the club, the street outside was surprisingly quiet, which he finds that he doesn't really mind it actually, plus it's not like it's freezing out, it's a rather nice night, with soft gentle breeze and everything. Maybe they’ll walk to the restaurant rather than take a cab, only if she’s wearing the right shoes of course, the last thing he wants is her getting hurt.
"Hey." A rougher voice shouted clearly, Lenny turned his head, now facing a rounder man but before Lenny could respond, the guy clocks him right in the fucking jaw, "That's for disrespecting my girl!”
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Hey! What the fuck man! It was your girl who came on to me!-" The rounder man swung at him again before he could explain, but Lenny dodges this one by a hair, feeling the air move across his face.
"Hey! At least let me finish!” He exclaimed, either the man didn't hit him hard enough or hit him too hard, 'cause immediately after, he thought of at least 3 good gags about coming and finishing he could say, but then what kinda kick would Mr Punch First Ask Later get from it.
"What's up your ass? I’m just standing here waiting for my friend!” He heard his jaw click as he yelled in disbelief, rubbing the welt that was already forming.
Lenny has never been the greatest fighter, although he’s been in a fair share of fights over his years, it’s usually for things he saw coming, but this one, was not his fault, and shit, could this guy pack a punch. So in con-fucking-clusion, yeah no, there’s no chance in hell he could win this one.
Then the guy pulled out a pipe of sorts outta the club's garbage, man is he fucked. "Sorry, I'm just doing my job." The guy explains, 'his job'?
Ok Bruce. When the guy starts swinging, run. Just run. Even if it’s the completely opposite direction to where Midge is, she’ll understand, hopefully, assuming her type isn’t a limp corpse-
And before Lenny could finish his thought, the guy swung at him at full speed pipe in hand, but before he could bolt the fuck outta here he heard a familiar voice shout behind the man, "Hey, Nicky!" She greeted with a tone laced in friendliness and familiarity.
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So Daniel runs the household, pretty much. He keeps the home tidy and welcoming, cooks, takes care of the puppies, etc. I suppose he's the one who takes care of the accounts and stuff, and budgets the money? Did he learn that in school or was it something he just picked up in his married life? They seem to be well off from Terry's "business" (o_O!!!), but does Daniel ever worry about how to stretch the money? Do the Silvers ever go through hard times financially in their marriage? Where they've got to count every penny? I mean, nine pups and there is Mama and Daddy too. Eleven people!! Also: does Daniel sew? For some reason I remember you mentioning something that implies it or you stated it directly idk lol. I can definitely picture him patching up Terry's coats ("Really, Terry? Missing cufflinks AND another button missing??" or "Is this a BULLET HOLE? You'd best explain that RIGHT NOW Mister!!!" *angry pout*) and fixing up some hand-me-downs for the younger pups ("I'll make it look as good as new honey, don't worry!" or "Sammy, would you like some more ruffles on your dress? Maybe a nice satin ribbon? My girl's going to be the prettiest at her Prom!" <333)
A life of crime and penny pinching? Aw, Nonnie, no. Why have a life of crime if you're still poor? Both the Don and Lucille grew up poor, though, and Terry too, so Daniel will have been taught many skills some of the children in omega school would have "the help" know about. Sewing is one of these skills, as is home repairs. If you can do it yourself it's simply quicker and no one will care that it's done well as much as you and there's no one to snoop. Also with clothes, especially at the time, everyone had stuff made, and being able to tweak ready made stuff was one of these life things like setting up a basic wifi now. You could have it done but honestly, it comes with the territory of being online. But the bullet holes are a cursed menace, doesn't Terry understand he can't send laundry out like that? And the blood, per Dio! Terry'd better understand Daniel regularly performs miracles.
They're both good at accounting. Terry urges him to get some more money saving tips for daily life, and Daniel will urge Terry to curb enormous impulse buys because "you never know when you'll get the chance to splurge". The money is not going anywhere, my love. Daniel indeed was schooled in accounting and he takes Terry's accountant to task by telling Terry what to ask about. There's discretion fees, and there is overtaxing rich people fees, and those last soon somehow disappear. Also maybe it's better to tip smaller amounts more often, Terry, your people switch from famine to feast and back all the time that's no way to live.
As for the pups - Samantha and Yasmin often pool clothes, Eli destroys everything which means Robby often looks the smartest of them all because he needs everything new. Gianni doesn't mind wearing out Robby's old things, until he shoots up, Anthony is inconsolable at always wearing hand me downs (no matter how well altered), so for his birthday, he always gets one set of specially tailored clothes at a real tailor! And a new haircut! Luna is so much younger than her sisters that hand me downs don't read that way, and when she's old enough, her sisters love taking her out and dressing her up (Anthony would love to come but no boys allowed, argh, pups can be cruel. Sammy always brings him something though. Yasmin decidedly does not). And the other two are so little everything by now is new again.
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So I was talking to my therapist about how my roommates have started drinking my caprisuns. I can't leave them downstairs anymore because of that. I told her I don't want to say anything because my mom use to threaten to fuck me up for eating her food. Even going as far as punishing me for eating her icecream. By trying to make me eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner.
She thanked me for being mindful and not wanting to act like that. But reminded me that those caprisuns are bought with my hard earned money and not theirs. That this is a roommate situation and it's not like we agreed on pitching in to buy food together. I'm not living with a partner or child so it's different.
I struggle with saying anything to people when they eat or drink something of mine. I do get mad though. So I just decided to put the caprisuns upstairs. I'm not going to say anything this time. I hate that I have to do that. I just think it should be common sense that you didn't buy it so don't drink it. I pay to use the common areas. Just cause my stuff is down there it's not a free for all.
I always try to be like it's just food, but when she said it comes out of my hard earned money. It made me think that maybe I should say something. I don't want to rightnow.
Then we talked about my bad spending habits. How I find happiness in material things. I sometimes buy stuff when I'm depressed. I'm not a hoarder. Like I'm not buying anymore clothes, I got too many. But yeah I do kind of do it too much. I haven't found a balance quite yet.
Like buying these things is keeping me from being able to do things. So I have to kind of figure it out. I buy these things because I wanted them when I was growing up. The purses and clothes. Yeah, my momster did the bare minimum when it came to me. She made sure she always had nice things and me, well it was more of eff me.
So it's more of me appeasing my inner child then anything. But I want to save money as well. She told me not to beat myself up about it and at least I know why I'm doing it.
Hell I even wanted a job at 16 because I got tired of not being to have the things I wanted. She ofcourse told me no, because then the disability money would stop coming in. They tried to cut me off at 16 and she fought them.
Also it was so bad, that during the colder months in california. I didn't really have any winter clothes, so I started wearing sweat pants over my jeans. This was when I was in highschool. Also that one time in 9th grade I was failing PE. It was because I didn't want to wear the PE clothing because it was cold.
You know who bought me sweat pants to wear? My fucking teachers did. She or my Grandmonster should have done that. She was still getting money for me dammit.
Then the last year of school I needed a new back pack. She took the one a friend of hers' had bought for me. I did have a small bag, but it wasn't big enough to fit anything in it. Then I went all 4 years of highschool in the same sweater til it got holes in it. She was living large while I was struggling and couldn't provide for myself yet because I was a minor.
Also just in general not being able to have nice things. I don't think you should spoil your kid rotten, but you know if they want something like a game, a purse, or a whatever. Let them have it and if you can't afford it just tell them. Or it can be used as a reward for doing chores or whatever.
My bitchster (that's my sister) always had stuff. She had a DS, got her own snacks, had lots of nice clothes and got shit every year for her birthday. I was 10 when she was born, I could have gotten shit too. But nope just wasn't the case.
I use to always think as a kid when I wanted something like a manga book, more clothes, a purse, shoes and even a portable gaming device. I need to be an adult to have those things. I just thought kids weren't allowed to have those things only adults. I realize as a kid I shouldn't have had to think or feel like that. Especially when bitchster was getting shit handed to her left and right.
But then again my brothers also had stuff as well. It was just me who didn't get what I wanted. But then I also had friends whos' parents cared about them and let them have those things. So I knew something was wrong.
I will find a balance. Like I said no more purses, I have plenty of those now. No more dresses, I have enough of those as well.
Also momster went and bought herself a 3DS when super mario came out at the time. Then bitchster got a 2ds for her birthday. I didn't get jack shit. Also on my 18th birthday, I was basically told I wasn't getting anything because I was bad all year. Fuck her.
So in short I will be trying to find a balance. Next session we'll becoming up with some tools to help me make better decisions when I want something.
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soap | bakugou x reader
You change your body wash to the same one Bakugou uses and the fact that you smell like him has your boyfriend feeling all hot and bothered.
F!reader
Warnings: 18+
Genre: smut
Word count: 1.2k words
Author's note: first post here lol I have a bunch of ideas and I can't just sit still and not post them >_< enjoy !!!
You and the girls of A1 were all forced to move to the common room for a few minutes. The sprinklers in your guys' part of the dorms had a malfunction and maintenance had to go to each room and fix every sprinkler.
"You guys wanna eat a snack while you wait?" Sato asks, pulling out a cake from the oven. The girls' mouths began to water as a sweet aroma wafted in the air.
"Where's Y/N?" Bakugou enters the room with his same old scowl, his hands inside his pockets as he marched over to the common area where al lthe girls are.
He scans the room but the corners of his lips only tug down deeper when he doesn't see you. He huffs, turning to sit at the counter with Kirishima and Sero instead.
"She took a shower after the sprinkler broke since she says she was busy studying that she forgot to wash up," Mina explains, "she'll be out in a bit."
True to Mina's words, you finally enter the room and join in on the girls. Kirishima lightly taps a hand on Bakugou's shoulder, motioning his head to silently say 'your girlfriend's here'.
The blond's vermilion eyes scan the room, brightening when he finally sees you amongst the girls. You looked beautiful, as always. Tonight you looked fresh. You were smiling and chatting with the girls and as much as Bakugou didn't want to interrupt your fun time, he just had to hold you. He didn't get the chance to, given that today was a very busy day for the class.
"Oi, Y/N." Bakugou calls over, unintentionally making a few other heads turn to look at him with the same questioning look you have. The blond tilts his head towards a secluded area and you get the message immediately, excusing yourself from the girls.
Once in private, you don't even get the chance to speak as Bakugou pulls you into his arms, breathing in your scent. "You smell nice." He mutters, his voice muffled as he presses his lips between your shoulder and neck.
You chuckle, "I bought the body wash you use. I realized I really like the smell of it when I showered in your room the other day." Bakugou's body freezes, "So I just had to run to the store a while ago and buy myself a bottle."
"You could have just asked me for one, dumbass. I have a shit ton in my room." You chuckle again, pulling him closer for a hug. You breathe in his scent, pouting that the smell on his body is greater compared to yours. Is it because he's been using this body wash for a long time?
"Hey, dumbass." Bakugou calls out, his arms around you becoming tighter.
"Yes, love?"
"What you're wearing right now."
You look down at your clothes- pink silk pajama sets, The upper is the usual button up with a small pocket on the upper right with black accents. The pants are plain with black stripes at the end.
"I bought it last week, remember when I came back with a few bags? Mom gave me extra allowance after I told her I needed more PJ's. Why? You like it?" You ask, tilting your head to the side to get a better look at your boyfriend's face.
"It has..." his hand slowly runs down from the small of your back, to your bum, cupping both cheeks with his big hands. He pulls your body closer to him, your hips hitting his. "...very thin fabric, doesn't it, love?"
Your heart drops to your stomach at the feeling of something hard poking in between your legs. Bakugou pulls his face away from your neck, showing you just how red it was.
"Our classmates are a wall away." You whisper, moving your head from side to side to check on whether your classmates came to check on your guys or not.
"Yeah? Well I'm a hair's width away from losing my cool. You caused this, you take care of it." He pushes all the blame to you and you can actually notice how hard he's currently panting.
You let out a sigh, slowly trailing your hand down from his chest, to his stomach and finally, on the bulge of his sweatpants. Bakugou lets out sharp and shaky breaths, pressing his forehead on your shoulder as you continue to fondle his hardened member.
You smirk at your affect on the boy. He's usually so strong and brave and he just loves to put up a front, but whenever you're alone with him, everything he shows his classmates just comes crashing down and he turns into this clueless boy who doesn't know how to act properly.
"Bakugou." You whisper seductively in his ear, nibbling on it as you push your hand inside his pants. The grip he has on either side of your hips tighten, his hips rocking forward, as if begging for more of your touch.
"Shit, Y/N-"
"Shhh, we wouldn't want to get caught now, do we?" You tease him quietly, softly running your nimble fingers up and down his length. "But, ngghh-"
You press your thumb on the head of his cock, his teeth sinking softly onto your shoulder. You can feel the wetness of his precum smear all over the head of his cock.
"I said quiet." You whisper, flipping the two of you around. Now his back's on the wall as you push him against it, quickly getting on your knees.
You push the hem of his shirt up, pressing it on his lips. The look on his face- blush spread across, teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows. It has your own core dripping wet.
"Q-quickly." He whines, making you chuckle. Who knew the great Bakugou Katsuki would be begging?
You take the head of his cock in between your lips, giving it a soft kiss as you look up at him. Slowly, you begin to take half and as much of his member inside your mouth. Such a desperate baby, such a big cock.
You place your hand on his hip while the other plays with his balls, fondling them softly as to create a stimulation. Bakugou's hands busy themselves by pushing his fingers through your hair, tugging on it making you moan. The vibration caused by your voice causing Bakugou's eyes to roll back.
You bob your head several times, each time you notice how your boyfriend's hips start to buckle and shake. "Ngghh- Y/N- c-cumming.." Bakugou stutters out, bitting hard on the hem of his shirt.
You pull him out, popping the end as if it were a lollipop. You run a hand down his sculpted abs, gaining his attention. His dick is pressed beside your face as you look at him with lust-filled eyes, "cum for me, love."
That pushes Bakugou over the edge, making you chuckle. You watch him with a smirk as he shoots out hot white ropes of cum onto your hair and face and you didn't even have to do anything.
"Love," you fake a pout, "I had just finished showering."
Bakugou pulls out his phone from his pocket, smirking as he open the camera app. He takes a picture of you and how dirty you look right now, on your knees, cumm all over your face and hair while you wear a sheer silk pajama set that shows off a good outline of your hardened nipples.
Once he has enough pictures for himself, he pockets his phone back and pulls you up to your feet. "Then why don't you shower in my room. After all, you like the scent of my soap so much, don't you?"
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btl eren maybe does stuff for her than give physical gifts (the first birthday they shared together he convinced her not to tell levi where she was after school so he could take her on adventure), but he finds out porco and a few guys have rings and jewellery and plans on going all out. BTL mikasa although she loves looking pretty, she loves eren way more so doesnt mind what he gives her, and prefers the little outings instead
the answer to your question is yes I will write Mikasa into the clothes I can't buy bc they're sold out and I will do it proudly!! 🤧🤧🤧 also seriously nothing tastes better than drunk fast food and i stand by that.
Eren refuses to admit he wants to stand out, it's unacceptable to admit that. Because to admit it means he cares more than he should, more than a friend should, it means he wants to be different from all the other guys, wants his own place in Mikasa's heart carved right out just for him.
He watches her beam at the Tiffany necklace Porco bought her in disgust. It's a gift completely disproportionate to both their relationship and the amount of time Mikasa has actually known the asshole. It's been probably six months at best, sure they run in the same social circles sometimes, but that doesn't equate to friendship.
And now here the bastard is grinning at Eren over Mikasa's shoulder while he gets a nice long hug.
He resists the urge to curl his lip up and growl.
He thinks, in another life he'd run him through with a sword.
As it is, all Eren does is clench his knuckles a little tighter around his beer.
Yes, Eren Yeager wants to stand out from all these assholes showing up to her birthday party, the club Eren had rented out for the night, filling it with their friends filtering in and out, strobe lights and too loud music, he already has a mild headache. Clubs haven't been his scene in a while, lately he's preferred bars but for the birthday girl who loves to dance he'd organized a night out.
It had been mostly a good decision on his part, mostly because when she's not dancing she's tucked under his arm, and tonight, out of all nights is the night to have her in his grip because she looks like sex personified.
It's really not even fair, she's wearing pants and all, and yet still she looks delectable. She's wearing a pair of high-waisted shock purple pants, shiny in hue, molded to her ass and legs but flaring out into bell bottoms and the tiniest little black crop top that barely holds her perky tits in. She looks like a 70's fantasy come true, her hair perfectly coiffed into some cute half up half-down hairstyle, part of it tucked into a matching purple butterfly clip. She's wearing the tallest high heels he's ever seen her toddle around on and he has to say he doesn't mind being her own personal railing for the night, not when her legs look so fantastic. Her ears are adorned with pretty cuffs and more earrings than he can count, all of her piercings sporting something with a black choker to finish off the look.
It pleases him that he's almost 100% sure it's the choker he bought her last year for her birthday.
So of course, she looks fucking edible which is about the only thing making up for the fact that Porco is here along with all the other assholes who want to get into her tight purple pants.
Eren won't allow it, not tonight and he crooks his fingers as her as Porco releases her from his hug.
Immediately she's back in their booth cuddled up under his arm, all smiles, "Thanks again Porco, that was really sweet of you."
Eren winks at the douche canoe, his hand finding Mikasa's waist and stroking at the exposed skin of her stomach, "Yeah thanks Porco, so nice of you to drop by."
The blonde boy looks murderous and Eren wiggles his fingers at him in a gesture of goodbye, leaning down to kiss Mikasa's cheek, she's so freaking cute tonight, hot too, but her sweet smile really takes the cake sometimes.
"Do you like your party baby?"
"Yes!" She professes drunkenly, she's a little tipsy and Eren thinks it might be time to cut her off the bellinis for the night, he doesn't want the birthday girl throwing up all over her beloved heels.
She gestures at him to lean down, indicating she wants to tell him something and he does so dutifully in the dark lights of the club, base booming. She whispers into his ear her secret, and he decides as soon as he hears it that no he needs to outdo all the other fuckers here.
"This is the best birthday gift ever Eren I love it, it's a great party."
The party might be good, it might be fun, but this isn't really what the night is about, at least not for him. It's about Mikasa, and him and Mikasa, and selfishly, he wants to be the last one on her mind, the last one she sees, who's she's thinking about at midnight when it's all over, it needs to be him.
So he cups a hand to her ear whispering back, "I'm glad you're having fun but do you wanna get outta here Miki? I think I have something better in mind."
She nods exuberantly, her head bouncing forwards so fast she looks a little queasy for a moment, and Eren is worried they're not going to make it past the table.
She turns a little green for a second before it passes, her pallour returning to it's previous healthy glow and Eren gets out of the booth first, turning to help Mikasa next.
She's a little unsteady on her feet and it ends up with him very conspicuously piggybacking her while she holds her heels. Somehow, he manages to sneak her out of the club without much fanfare. It's honestly a shame she won't get to eat the cake he'd spent hours picking out, but oh well, he has a smaller tier at home she can eat for breakfast tomorrow, for now he has something better.
The bouncers look at him a little bewildered as he sneaks the very excitable birthday girl out but Eren just winks, before piggybacking her down the road towards the golden arches.
It's ridiculous and silly, but it's so very drunk party girl he knows she'll love it, who needs friends when Mikasa can have mcdonalds apple pie and Eren?
The birthday girl agrees because as soon as she notices them she starts squealing, "Ren, Ren it's Mcdonald's can I get a shake, and a McFlurry oh oh! And a Big Mac! I haven't had one of those in so long."
Yeah, Eren wins, Porco might have money and flashy jewelry but Eren has a brain and a twenty years of experience, and nothing wins a tipsy Mikasa over like all you can eat Mcdonalds and that's exactly what he intends to get her.
"Of course baby, you can have whatever you want, happy birthday my love."
She giggles, tucking her face into his neck, "Thanks Ren, love you."
"Love you too."
Eat shit Porco.
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I saw another comment today about Geralt being required to grovel an apology to Jaskier for his behaviour on the mountain, and promise to "be better" and it got me thinking about how that could go.
Factor in Geralt as the man who thinks nice thoughts for a lover who regularly invades his mind/who he has a complex relationship with; a man who made the decision he makes after Rivia despite just deciding to finally live for himself... just. Geralt, the selfless, dry humoured hero who thinks he's worth absolutely nothing and is regularly treated that way.
What if Geralt did give Jaskier that grovelling apology so many fans think Jaskier is owed?
What if Geralt's sense of self-worth is so low (read: non-existent) that he agrees that it was all his fault? Everything?
And after he returns, cap in hand, and admits all his faults, all his fragilities and deficiencies, he just... gives in to everything Jaskier wants.
He says 'yes' to every demand and makes none of his own beyond Roach not carrying two people because she works hard enough. After all, wasn't he the bad friend?
Want me to escort you to that competition? Sure. Want me to sit and listen to you vent about people I don't even know? Want me to talk at length about a monster kill even though it causes me pain? Okay.
Jaskier wants intimacy, so Geralt gives it without even thinking, because he's quite used to using his body as a bargaining chip in relationships.
Jaskier says that Geralt needs to wear better clothes in the evenings as an off-handed comment, so Geralt goes without some potion ingredients to buy himself a new shirt. He hides the resulting alghoul wound from Jaskier and walks at Roach's side until it heals.
He's desperate to make up for everything he said and did. Because he was such a bad friend and Jaskier is clearly his best friend and knows what's best. Knows him best. That would be the only reason Jaskier talked over him for years.
At what point would it be enough?
I can foresee Geralt treading on eggshells because last time he let his emotions out, everyone he loved walked off. He can't have emotions. He can't feel things. That's what other people are allowed to do, but not Geralt.
Jaskier is allowed to be self-centered, arrogant, emotional, loud, hurt, angry. But Geralt? No. He has to be the stoic, brooding hanger-on. His trauma is only acceptable when it's quiet.
But Jaskier wants Geralt to talk to him.
And he tries desperately to talk, but he has to weigh every word, because he isn't sure it's what Jaskier wants to hear. Whenever he's with Jaskier, he's constantly weighing up the reaction to what he's just said in case it was the wrong thing.
Does he need to apologise again? How much? What magnitude of an apology? He has to stop himself apologising automatically when Jaskier looks displeased, because he knows it needs to be meaningful and he's not sure what he's done. He knows Jaskier will tell him later, so he'll wait, his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched, to be told off.
How would Jaskier deal with that?
My unsympathetic headcanon is that he'd revel in it for a while, and then realise something is amiss. It's deeper than Geralt being sorry
Sure. It's nice to have Geralt's full attention, but not with that spooked/wounded animal tension he carries.
It's nice to have Geralt at his side in all the banquets, but not so much when Geralt has to meditate for a full day to regain some equilibrium (and then apologises for wasting time).
Jaskier realises that his friendship with Geralt has broken. Geralt used to be himself around Jaskier; grumpy, tired, dry. Relaxed enough to take baths and grump and growl (whereas the rest of the world got his tight, emotionless mask).
But now, the Geralt he spent twenty years with is buried; instead, here stands the man that Geralt believes Jaskier wants. A 'yes man' that is wholly convinced he doesn't deserve a single iota of anyone's kindness, patience or understanding, not even his friend's.
The act is exhausting Geralt and it's making him more distant, even when they're in bed together (which he then apologises for again; after all, hasn't he promised to be better? Not being better if Jaskier is remotely unhappy with something).
The damage of a one-sided apology over a conversation is huge, and the thought of it makes me want to wrap Geralt up and protect him from the bard.
#Geraskier#Jaskier#Geralt#rawrkinwrites#allow Geralt his trauma#I kinda wanna put this into a whole fic#the recent release blind-sided me and I felt for Geralt all over again#angst#one-sided apology#low self esteem#canon-typical
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Hello! There used to be a list about which characters have mentioned to have siblings/be only childs but I can't find it anymore ;; do you still have it or was I imagining it? If so, do you know what is there so far about each student's family life?
Riddle
Parents
Riddle lives with his mom, the status of his father is unknown. He has implied that his parents don’t get along.¹ Both parents are magic doctors, but his mother seems to be more well-known. To Riddle, she is extremely overbearing and planned out nearly every second of his life: controlled his education, his schedule, his diet, his clothing, the supplies he used, and which friends he could have. She put a heavy emphasis on studying and always being the best.²
1. Riddle Ghost Marriage voice lines
2. Main Story 1-19
Ace
Parents
Older brother
Grandmother
His brother is 7 years older than him and a Heartslabyul alumni.¹ He seems to have often messed around with Ace & make him angry on purpose, but it was all in good nature; they are very close. Apparently his brother was even more excited than their parents when they found out Ace got into NRC.² Ace has also mentioned his grandma a few times; she taught him about the Ghost Camera³ and warned him about magic blotting.⁴
1. Ace School Uniform PS
2. Ace Ceremony Robes voice lines
3. Main Story 0-19
4. Main Story 2-4
Deuce
Mother
Grandmother
He is an only child¹ and loves his mom very much. The entire reason he’s trying so hard to be an honors student is so that he can become a son she can be proud of. He once cried when she called him to tell him just that.²
The only time his grandma was mentioned was when he told a story of his mom crying to her on the phone, thinking she’d failed as a parent (during Deuce’s delinquent days).³
1. Jack Dorm Uniform PS
2. Wish Upon A Star 12
3. Main Story 1-13
Trey
Parents
Younger brother
Younger sister
His family runs a bakery. As the oldest child, he often had to take care of his little siblings (ie. ensuring they all brushed their teeth at night)¹. They all would pester him to bake them desserts,² but he cared for them a lot—one time his little brother really wanted to go to a live magift game so Trey spent his whole allowance to get him a ticket.³
1. Trey School Uniform PS
2. Ace School Uniform PS
3. Trey Wish Upon A Star voice lines
Cater
Parents
Two older sisters
Because of his dad’s work as a banker, their family had to move about once every two years, all over the world.¹ Cater hadn’t had any long-lasting friends because of this.
He has described his sisters as “unreasonable,” his dislikes in his profile are listed as “having to suck up to his sisters,” and when everyone was going home for winter holiday, he said he’d rather stay with Trey’s family.² In his voice lines, he mentioned that he can’t relate to Yuu feeling homesick because his sisters would just be waiting for him at home. His sisters rated everything by how cute it was, and if something “wasn’t cute” to them then Cater would have to redo it.³
They would get more excited about his birthday than he would, and buy him all kinds of presents he didn’t particularly like (such as stuffed animals, dolls, perfumes, soaps, etc). But they weren’t trying to be intentionally mean, and recently have started paying attention to what he really wants.⁴
When he was about 10 years old, his mom and sisters were always baking sweets. Cater was excited about this at first because it meant he could get lots of treats, but his sisters would make him eat everything. If he refused, they’d look so disheartened, and Cater couldn’t say no to that, so he kept forcing himself to eat. Because of this, he now hates sweets.⁴
1. Cater Scary Dress PS
2. Main Story 4-3
3. Cater Lab Coat PS
4. Cater Birthday PS
Leona
Falena (older brother)
Cheka (nephew)
Sister-in-law
Leona is a member of Afterglow Savannah’s royal family. His brother and his sister-in-law are the current rulers, and Cheka is next in line to the throne. Leona has constantly felt inferior and bitter that he and Falena are treated so differently based off nothing but birth order.¹ But he greatly respects his sister-in-law; she’s one of the only people he would never talk back to.² Cheka is very affectionate and clingy towards him.
1. Main Story 2-27
2. Ruggie’s Chat w/ Jack
Jack
Parents
Younger brother
Younger sister
Grandparents
Jack is the oldest in his family with an 11yo brother and a 7yo sister. He and his siblings are all very athletic; they used to play tag with each other for 6 hours on end.¹ Jack has said that wolf beastmen pick one soulmate to spend their whole life with, and his parents + grandparents are always at each others’ side, when they wake up, go on walks, eat, and go to sleep.²
1. Jack Happy Beans Day PS
2. Ace Ghost Marriage PS
Ruggie
Mother (deceased)
Father (unknown)
Grandmother
Ruggie's mother "became a star up in the sky" shortly after giving birth to him. His father went away for work and never came back, and to this day Ruggie doesn't know what happened to him.¹
He lives with his grandma in the slums of Afterglow Savannah. They were poor and struggled to find food to eat, but his grandma could make delicious food out of any ingredients they could find. Ruggie learned to cook from her.² He described her as very kind but also tough.
Ruggie seemed to have taken care of the other kids in the neighborhood too-- when everyone went home over winter break, he brought home leftovers from the cafeteria to feed his grandma and the kids.³
1. Ruggie Birthday PS
2. Ruggie School Uniform PS
3. Main Story 4-3
Azul
Mother
Stepfather
Grandmother
His mom fell in love with her divorce lawyer while separating from Azul’s biological father. She’s also the owner of the Ashengrottoes’ famous ristorante in the Coral Sea.¹ Because of their business, Azul grew up a foodie and was exposed to a lot of different foods from a young age.²
His stepfather is kind and honest, and very clever when it comes to his work. Azul respects him and they seem to have a good relationship. He taught him about law and contracts.¹
Everyone in the Ashengrotto family is a mage, but Azul’s grandmother is said to be especially powerful. She was known for helping those in need, and very “merciful,” just like Azul.¹
1. Azul Birthday PS
2. Azul Dorm Uniform PS
Jade & Floyd
Parents
Their parents started teaching them self-defense since they were little.¹ We don’t know many details of their childhood, but there was an interesting exchange between them—Jade once said “he made the right choice choosing Floyd as his partner,” and Floyd replied that “he’s glad Jade is the one that survived with him, too.”²
In Floyd’s Wish story, he brought up how their father told him to buy a nice pair of shoes when he went on land because “men who don’t pay attention to the small details get patronized” so your appearance is very important. Hearing this gave Idia and Ortho an uneasy feeling about Mr. Leech.
1. Jade PE Uniform voice lines
2. Floyd Dorm Uniform PS
Kalim
Parents
30-40 younger siblings
Kalim’s father comes from a long line of merchants and is supposedly the greatest one in the family. But despite how busy he is, he’s always wearing a smile. Kalim’s mother is the only one in the family who can use magic. She’s described as very kind, is always praising Kalim, and almost never gets angry.¹
Kalim doesn’t know the exact number of siblings he has, but he can put names to faces for all of them, and he often plays hide and seek with them in their house. He doesn’t come from a royal family (they’re just extremely rich), but some of his distant relatives are actual royalty.² One of his distant cousins apparently owns a tiger.³ His family has about 100 servants along with specialists like a personal doctor⁴ and a beast tamer.
1. Kalim Birthday PS
2. Main Story 4-8
3. Silver Lab Coat PS
4. Main Story 4-17
Jamil
Parents
Najma (younger sister)
His family has served the Asims for generations. His parents knew Jamil was a very bright child, but they insisted that he must always let Kalim be better than him, and would reprimand him for talking too casually to his young master.¹ Jamil seems to share a typical sibling relationship with his sister Najma. They often bicker with each other, but they’re on good terms. Najma used to bake him cookies for his birthday² and they would also get into fights because she’d tell him his cooking looked too plain.³ Jamil gave his VDC plus-one ticket to her during Episode 5.
Najma made her first in-game appearance during the Aleab Naria event. Their father had sent her to deliver a message in-person to Jamil, since he isn’t versed in technology likes PCs and phones and didn’t trust that a text would suffice.⁴
Najma claims that she and Jamil look nothing alike, but they tend to make near-identical expressions. She was relieved to see that he has a few friends at NRC because he never talks about them whenever he comes home.⁴ In one scene, Jamil reminds her to wipe her hands before eating and gives her a wet wipe, and she huffs at him to not treat her like a child. Trey notes how well Jamil looks after her, but Cater thinks he is a little bit overprotective.
1. Main Story 4-36
2. Jamil Birthday PS
3. Jamil Dorm Uniform PS
4. Aleab Naria 3-4, 3-5, 3-7
Vil
Eric (father)
Vil’s father is an extremely famous actor and goes by the stage name Eric Venue. Even the Leeches’ father is a fan of some of his movies.¹ Vil has mentioned that his dad would come home dressed in special effects makeup & costumes every Halloween,² and also used to read him stories about the Beautiful Queen.³
1. Vil Scary Dress PS
2. Vil Scary Dress voice lines
3. Scary Monsters 3-2
Epel
Parents
Grandparents
Aunt & Uncle (uncle is biological)
Male Cousin
Epel’s family lives on an apple farm that’s been around for generations. They all live in the same house. His village is also made up of farmers, and they often help each other out during the busy season and have big barbecues together. It feels like they’re one big family.¹
His relatives often send him apples from home since they have such an abundance of them. They seem to have some business struggles; Epel taught himself how to beautifully carve apples when he was young because many were blemished and wouldn’t otherwise sell.² He has also mentioned wanting to make a potion that strengthens weak apple trees to make his grandpa happy.³
Besides Epel, his grandma and great-grandma are the only ones in the family who can use magic.⁴ They ride brooms to pick apples that are too high to reach on foot. Epel wanted to help them when he was little so everyday he would get on a broom and try hopping up and down, and then one day it worked! Ever since then he’s helped with that task as well.
1. Epel Birthday PS
2. Epel School Uniform PS
3. Epel Lab Coat voice lines
4. Epel Ceremony Robes voice lines / Birthday PS
Idia & Ortho
???
The Shrouds are a noble family and famous for some reason, but Idia has said that being from a noble family isn’t all that great.¹ When he was worrying about being seen at the entrance ceremony, he expected people might gossip about how he’s from “the cursed Shroud family,” and that he’ll “spread misfortune to them.”² At another time, he mentioned that the audience would be apprehensive about what kind of “weird research” he did if he had to present his research on stage.³
1. Idia PE Uniform PS
2. Idia Ceremony Robes PS
3. Main Story 5-3
Lilia, Malleus, Silver
Malleus’ grandmother
Lilia was one of the Queen of the Valley of Thorns’ most trusted soldiers when he used to fight for the royal family.¹ In Cater’s Lab Coat story, they created mandrakes that reflected parts of themselves, and Lilia’s was said to “carry the cry of a tragic hero.”
He has watched over Malleus “ever since he had an eggshell over his head.” An infant Malleus once singed Lilia’s bangs by breathing fire and Lilia was so proud that he raised a glass of tomato juice to him.²
Malleus is the heir to the Valley of Thorns, a descendant of the king “who rules over all creatures of the night,” and his only living relative is his grandmother, the current Queen of the Valley. He spent much of his childhood alone in the castle. He used this time to learn how to play all kinds of stringed instruments. His grandmother is so busy that she shouldn’t even have spare time to write him letters, but every year on his birthday, she sends him one without fail, along with rose seeds from the garden by their castle.³
Long after Malleus had grown up, both he and Lilia took in baby Silver for an unknown reason. Silver thought he was his biological dad when he was little, and continues to refer to him as “Father.” They lived deep in the forest in the Valley of Thorns before coming to NRC. Apparently Silver was very easy to take care of; he would fall right to sleep after eating Lilia’s homemade food.⁴
At one point, Sebek also became one of Lilia’s pupils. He and Silver are the only two from their generation living in the Valley.⁵ When they were little, Lilia would have them undergo training like soldiers, but then he realized he should raise them more like kids, and started making their training more fun. He had them play tag in forests crawling with beasts, hide and seek in vast deserts, and “the floor is lava” in the mountains of needles.⁶
1. Silver Ceremony Robes
2. Lilia PE Uniform PS
3. Malleus Birthday PS
4. Lilia Lab Coat voice lines
5. Sebek School Uniform voice lines
6. Lilia Birthday PS
Sebek
Parents
Older brother
Older sister
Grandfather
Sebek’s mother is a nocturnal faerie and his father is a human who works as a dentist. They met when his mother had an appointment at his clinic. She was immediately charmed and courted him despite her surroundings being against her marrying a human. Now, she works at the clinic as his assistant.¹
Sebek greatly respects his mother and raves about how she’s extremely gifted with magic and has a strong sense of justice. His opinion of his dad, on the other hand, is much different—his dad seems very loving and often showers his children in praises, sweets, and gifts, but it drives Sebek crazy. He doesn’t understand how his mother saw any appeal in him.¹
Since his parents were often busy with their clinic, Sebek spent his childhood running off to visit his grandpa, or fishing and playing in the water with his siblings. Based on the fact that Sebek and Silver were said to be the only ones in their generation living in the Valley,² his siblings are most likely considerably older than him.
All we know about his grandpa is that Malleus also knew him, and mentioned that Sebek shares his hot-blooded temper.³
1. Sebek Birthday PS
2. Sebek School Uniform voice lines
3. Scary Monsters event story
No current info: Rook
Last updated: July 27, 2021
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full transcription of Marin's blog from Omega Mart!
huge thanks to @b0chelly for recording a scroll-through, which i typed this out from. (and warning for Omega Mart lore/story spoilers. second half is in reblog)
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June 26, 2018
Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee!
So 14 feels way different than 13. For real. I think it's because I was expecting 13 to feel different, but sometimes when you expect something it turns out the opposite ya know?
Plus, 13 is like, "I'm new to being a teenager!!"
14 is more like, "I'm becoming the person I want to be." At least that's how I want it to be. I wanted to start this blog as a record of all that.
I should ask Did you guys feel the same way when you turned 13 and 14?
But probably nobody's gonna read this because I'm just a weirdo in the weird dessert. I mean, I know my best friend Jesse is reading this (hi Jesse). Besides her, crickets.
But yeah, if you are reading this and you don't know me - I live in Seven Monolith Village, a teensy tiny town that you've only heard of if you're into aliens or homesteading. And I'm literally stuck. As in, I'm physically unable to leave. My first memories are of all the adults in my life (Charlie, my great-uncle/father-figure - Rose, my what? Roommate? Mother-figure? Pseudo-aunt? All of the above? and my mom, Cecelia. who doesn't live here) telling me that for some reason, there's something wrong with me that makes it so I can't leave a certain radius of where we live. I got older and thought that they were just exaggerating to keep me safe, but then last year I tried. And it was, let's just say not good.
Anyway. That part of my life sucks, but not everything sucks. This year is all about Marin Dram 2.0. Not new, but definitely improved.
And maybe someday, somehow somebody will read this and care about what I have to say. Somebodies, even. Until then, this is Marin Dram signing off and sending my lame contemplations into the void!
July 1, 2018
Things I Want To Do Before I Turn 20 (and some of these will never happen like are literally unable to happen but JUST LET ME DREAM
1. Kiss someone (who???)
2. Meet HTB (kiss him) (jk he would never) (plus meeting him would be enough)
3. Go to Paris
4. Go to Rome (or somewhere cooler in Italy, look up where is the best pasta???)
5. Go to Greenland (why not???)
6. Go to New York City
7. Go to LA (with a dream and my cardigan lol)
8. Go to the Grand Canyon (this isn't mine, but 9, Jesse is sitting right here and she went to the GC when we were 12 and she's like blah blah blah it's my favorite place in the world and you'll love it. I'm doing this so she'll shut up.
9. Live in a normal house with normal rooms → ideally 12 of them: living room AND TV room, kitchen, dining room, 3 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms, study/library.
-plus an upstairs downstairs
-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I got my own
-plus an upstairs/downstairs
-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I get my own room with an actual door. Very into doors.
10. Go to a mall (Jesse says there's a bunch of bonkers ones in Vegas)
11. Make friends who aren't Jesse (no offense, Jesse)
12. Get Cecelia (my "mom") to teach me about business stuff so I can open my own cool coffeeshop/bookstore someday
13. Learn to drive (ask Charlie to teach me, he's obsessed with his truck) (Jesse says she can teach me because she's Little Miss Mechanic and thinks she knows everything about cars but news flash Jesse: you're you get than me)
14. Figure out my signature style- like I want people to send me pictures of things and be like "this just screamed Marin" and for that to be true
15. Liquid eyeliner??
16. I'm stopping here because I just read over all this and want to die/cry because easily 3/4 of these are literally impossible?
17. Kill me
18. Bye
19. Lololol Charlie just came in and I was complaining about this, not being able to leave and stuff, etc and he said that I should visit new places by... reading books?? And I mean I like to read. But dude. That's the dumbest thing I've ever head.
July 30, 2018
Okay so this is what I want my life to look like:
I want a pink room. Not just pink... P I N K. Cool pink wallpaper (floral? jacquard??), pink carpet, lots of pink flowers everywhere, a four-poster bed with a pink silk canopy, lots of cool pink throw pillows. Like, so pink that
people think I'm being sarcastic! Oh, and BOOKS. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and some of the shelves have, like, STUFF on them that isn't books, like gifts people gave me, or things I've collected on my JOURNEYS. You know, normal stuff that people who live on normal places and do normal things have.
If I lived in in this room, it'd be in awhite three-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac (did you know "culs-de-sac" is the plural? Not "cul-de-sacs"? crazy) and I'd wear very classic girly clothes and my hair would always do what I wanted it to. It'd be one of those towns that people call small, but it's actually a city. just one with a kinda small, cozy feeling. Somewhere that gets cold enough to wear cute jackets but not so cold I have to to like, shovel my driveway. Not a non-place with like 100 people where you can't even go outside without going crazy.
August 2nd, 2018
I guess I should explain where I live, for all my avid fans out there! (lol) (hello??)
So like... I don't live on Earth. At least, not the Earth you think of when you think of EARTH. I live in some some weird off-brand version of Earth called the Forked Earth where there are aliens and magic wells of magic energy and everything is MAGIC but like the crappy kind of magic, where the sun never fully rises and some goo called "runoff" has made everything wacky and oh yeah, my mom is responsible for that and everyone here hates her!! LOL
Also, I can't leave! Like, literally can't! Rose says I'm a "special child of Source" and that's why but that LITERALLY explains tells me nothing, in fact it just raises further questions that no one can seem to answer! AHHHHHHHHHH
Anyway, the last time I tried to leave I felt. When I try to leave I feel like I'm being pulled back by something, like you know those old cartoons where someone's on stage doing something dumb and then someone offstage pulls them away with a giant shepard's crook? It felt like that, and when I opened my eyes I was back in 7 Monolith Village. UGH.
I know this sounds crazy!!!!! But believe me when I say that I am the least crazy person here. Also, """here""" is C R A Z Y. Runoff has made everything the bad kind of psychedelic and then people here actually DRINK IT! Not only do I not DRINK THE STUFF THAT HAS MADE THE WORLD INSANE, I also do not talk to aliens (or whatever Nula are) like Rose or believe crazy conspiracy theories like Charlie, so I believe that qualifies me as the most normal person in the Forked Earth, thank you for this honor, I accept this award with humility and grace!
September 4, 2018
I had the weirdest dream last night?? I was swimming in a pool full of cereal, and when I came up for air, my mom was pouring milk on my head like she was rinsing my hair. She had her hand over my face like I was a little kid and she was shielding me from soap getting in my eyes.
Anyway I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. I went to bed hungry and I need to take a shower? Lol
October 16, 2018
I was trying to hide this entry from Jesse, but JESSE IS A NOSY PERSON. She says that blogs are for readers, and if I wanted something to be private then I should "Just write in a fucking notebook and hide it under your bed like a normal person, Marin." I'm allowed to have secrets!! Anyway, I'm making her a freaking playlist, that's why I wouldn't tell her what I was writing about. but EVEN STILL! I'm allowed to have secrets!! But I have this blog because I wanna get my feelings out, I wanna see everything in my head typed out all nice in a way that doesn't make it look insane. You know? I don't know who I'm asking.) Because, it's not like I go to a normal school or have a normal life where I'm surrounded by normal people I can talk to. No one knows about me! I'm trapped in this crazy place and This blog is my only outlet to the world outside. I KNOW that's heavy but it's true! The point is: Jesse's birthday is coming up. The central consistent thing in pretty much my whole life is sharing headphones with her and listening to music. The soundtrack to my entire existence is her. I wish I had money and could buy her the best presents of all time, but I can make her the best playlist of all time. I want it to be so good it feels like magic. I want her to think I'm magic. I had another dream the other night. I don't remember much, just glitter. I must be crafting too much. Or looking at festival makeup tutorials. Or both.
November 12, 2018
WARNING- Weird thoughts ahead, lol.
I can never tell which feelings are normal, and which are me being a giant weirdo. But for as long as I can remember, I've had this feeling like every part of my body that's possible to have a ribbon tied around it, has a ribbon tied around it. It's so weird. I can't see the other end of the ribbons - how far they go. where they're attached, nothing. And sometimes it's fine, because sometimes I can hardly feel them. I can forget about them for days at a time, weeks, months if I'm lucky. But then other times I can feel them like, pulling at me. It's freaking spooky, to have something pulling at you from somewhere you can't see. I can't tell if it's pulling me toward whatever it is? Or if it's trying to warn me? Or if I'm just insane??
Does that make sense? Does anybody else feel that way? (she asks into the void)
So idk I guess this ribbons-feeling is why I'm really careful all the time. Like I'm just a careful person. Charlie tried to give me a hard time about it, and I can't be like "I don't wanna pull back in the ribbons too hard without realizing it and wreck something!" because he'd be like "WTF Marin, do we need to get you help?" But also, more and more, I want to be the opposite of careful. I want to take a pair of comically oversized scissors and cut the ribbons into so many pieces that nobody can even tell what they are any more.
I don't know why I'm such a freak, only that I am. I don't know why I can't leave 7 Monolith, only that I can't. But there must be a reason, even if I can't see it, and I feel like it makes sense that the ribbons-feeling is part of that reason, right?
There's just a lot.
January 15, 2019
Happy new year! Lol I forgot to write on the actual first day of 2019, but OH WELL!
I got this new glitter nail polish, thanks to the monthly makeup subscription box my "mom" sends me as an outlet for her abandonment guilt. It has like, every color glitter imaginable without quite reading as "rainbow" which is fine just not really what I was in the mood for and it's vaguely halographic and shifts into all these different colors depending on the light. I'm obsessed. Anyway.
I was putting on another layer because I chipped it like 20 minutes into wearing it, and all of a sudden I had this feeling like I recognized the glitter? Like I felt this thing way deep in my gut and for a minute I couldn't breathe. It's the closest thing I've felt to how books and movies make Christmas look. Like I was home, with family, cookies and cider and all that stuff. Familiar and safe. I almost didn't recognize that feeling. And it came from the nail polish. How weird is that.
I mean, I don't want to make it sound like I've had this awful Charles Dickens childhood - Rose and Charlie are the best ever and always there for me and I love them a lot. But things never feel like...home. You know?
My mom always says this cryptic stuff about how I'm "special" and I wanna strangle her because I'm not, but you try getting my mom to stop doing anything she wants to do. Rose told me once that one day, I would "lead the charge into a new era of existence and access" because I'm "of the Source" and I was like uhhhh okay?? Charlie mostly treats me pretty normal, except when I ask him questions about our family. my mom or any Dram. He knows that I want to know more about them and he's my only real entrypoint, but apparently he's like the black sheep of that whole family. He and my mom were close way back right before I was born, but now whenever she comes to visit he barely even looks at her.
So that's to say: nobody tells me anything, ever.
January 16, 2019
Okay this is so weird. I wrote that entry yesterday about glitter and then last night I dreamed about glitter. Then I woke up with purple glitter in my bed?? Like not a lot, so at first I thought it was from my nail polish, but it was just a handful of purely purple glitter that looks nothing like my nail polish. SO WEIRD!!!!!!
February 14, 2019
Rose has an old book full of "ye olde" style fairy tales, and I flipped through it for the first time in forever today.
Not so weirdly, I've always been drawn to the story of Rapunzel.
Rapunzel couldn't leave the tower, or else she'd break her neck and die.
Same.
February 19, 2019
I was reading this article the other day in one of the teen magazines my "mom" gets me a subscription to and it was all about body positivity, which is great, but it was basically just like "wear a crop top if you wannna wear a crop top! it doesn't matter what size you are! You go, girl!" And like, sure. Yes. I am all for that. But doesn't it seem like there are some steps missing in there? Like, I can physically put on a crop top and wear it outside. But how do I convince myself that everybody isn't looking at me and making fun of me in their minds? How do I unlearn the last almost-fifteen years? How do I get actually positive about my body, not just put on a crop top and fight the urge to cry all day?
It's the same thing like when my mom sends me brochures from the CEO camp she ten when she was my age (her dad started the camp for her, which is an insane thing just by itself, but she did all the work, which is even more insane) and she's like "Marin, you lack direction for your life" and I'm like, cool mom. Yeah. I can see that. What I can't see is how to get there from here.
March 2, 2019
This is what I want my life to look like, volume 2:
The walls of my room are covered in Polaroids of me and my friends. There are lots of mirrors in all kinds of shapes. hearts and moons and stars. There's a record player and a lot of vintage records by Billie Holiday and Lena Horne and Peggy Lee and Nina Simone. And Christmas lights! Everywhere! Lots of of pink and purple Christmas lights everywhere.
If I lived in this room, I'd have so many friends and be part of so many clubs. My best friend would have a collection of vintage cameras, and every place we go to that has a photo booth, we'd get photos taken. Every time I'd look at myself in one of those mirrors, I'd feel happy at what I see and never weird or sad. (Jesse hates taking pictures, so even when I actually do normal stuff with her there's no evidence. What even is a life supposed to be without evidence? That's not an actual question you need to answer Jesse, it's just a question)
Anyway, if I lived in this kind of room, my mom would probably be like, an art history professor at a liberal arts college. That's how come everything looks so cool, because I would know stuff about art. My mom and I would love to try new recipes together. We get each other new cookbooks for every special occasion, and right now we're working out way through a Moroccan one. Moroccan Mondays.
In actuality, there's a dust storm happening outside and my eyes sting.
March 9, 2019
Here's what I'm obsessed with lately.
Can. You. EVEN???
February 3, 2020
Omg I totally forgot this blog existed!!
I lost the password and instead of just resetting it I got in one of my super stubborn moods (Taurus moon lol) and just kept putting in guesses and jokes on me, it locked me out. Anyway, that's a boring story.
But my friend Ximena is really good at hacking and stuff, so she got me back in. Yeah you read that right - I have friends. Obviously a lot has happened since my last post. Ximena moved out here a couple months ago (X's family used to live here but they moved away a while ago) and she introduced me to Lora who I sorta-not-really already knew, and Jesse and I have been hanging out with them a ton. Jesse kind of more than me. Which is fine!!
Anyway I'm 15 now? If I lived somewhere normal I'd be psyched about almost being 16, because I'd get a car and have a Sweet Sixteen and eat a huge PINK cake, but I don't!
February 16, 2020
I read this fanfic the other night that was written in the second person so everything was like "you." "you're doing this" etc you know?
So... You go to a drive-in movie with Heartthrob Boy, and he spills soda on you by accident. And you take off your shirt ( you have a tank top on, don't worry) to clean it up, bit you're still all sticky and self-conscious about being sticky and HTB like... used his tongue to get it off??? AAHHHHH I'M DISGUSTING
but also I wonder if a boy will ever touch any part of me with his tongue
March 2, 2020
Hi I don't know if you heard but I have friends :)))
March 15, 2020
I think I'm so into painting my nails and doing my hair because those are things that always fit. I don't have to worry about places not carrying about a size 8, or places that carry XLs but when you read the measurements they're actually size 8s too and it's like jesus if that's an XL what am I
My "mom" was confused why I needed new pants because mine still look new, but I showed her the thigh holes and she was like "that's a weird place for a hole, how did that happen" and I realized that when your legs are a certain size, you just don't know about thigh rub and what it does to clothes. Pants could just last for years.
No matter what, I can paint my nails with a different color nail polish on every finger, and I can always do a braid crown. And I know I'm cute as hell, etc, so this is not a Marin Needs to Learn to Love Herself thing. It's just an UGH thing
April 17, 2020
So Rose does all these Source experiments on plants and flowers and stuff. Tbh, it's just one if those things I hardly even register anymore because it's just always there. She's explained to me a million times what Source is/does/means, but the way Rose explains things sometimes is just a LOT to take in and she refers to me as a "child of Source" but I kinda figure that's like "child of God" right? What else would that mean?
But anyway, it's really annoying because dried flowers are a part of my new aesthetic and I pinned a bunch of them up on my wall but I woke up this morning to a freaking jungle of very alive flowers. I freaked out. on Rose, and she Rose said she didn't do it and I was like WELL THEN WHO DID and she said that I did??
Which like. Obviously that doesn't make sense. I asked her what she meant and She just shook her head and said " It's happening. We should have known" which is some horror movie shit that she refused to elaborate on. I love to feel safe and normal!!
Or maybe it's not a horror movie at all. But maybe it's a superhero movie? Maybe there's some kind of origin story I don't know about yet, and all of this will be worth it once I figure out my powers. I wonder what my costume will look like. Lol.
April 23, 2020
Is it possible to die from longing? I know that sounds melodramatic, but I'm also kinda serious?? Because it seems like one of those things that could fester and get infected and kill you. It's like when you fall down and bang up your knee, and you need to put a band-aid on the scrape for a while, but THEN you need to air it out - but how do you know when you're supposed to do each one of those things? And if you do either one too much, your knee gets infected. What if I smother my heart with band-aids for too long and it gets infected? This isn't about anybody. I just keep having these dreams about someone I never expected to have dreams about and they're so intense that they keep leaking into my life and I wonder if I need to do something about them.
May 2, 2020
So Jesse's gotten really into metal music, and I tried to get her to play me something since, AS PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED, that's what we've literally ALWAYS DONE with music and each other, and she kinda looked at Ximena out of the corner of her eye and said like "I don't think it's really your thing" And it was the meanest thing anybody's ever said to me.
So later I looked up Zenion, the band she was talking about, and I listened to every single fucking song they've ever recorded turned up as loud as it could go with my own headphones that are better than hers anyway, and I loved it. And I didn't love it just because she said I wouldn't. I loved it because it was loud and weird and wild and when I listened to it it made me feel like it's not crazy when so feel stuff so hard it's like my heart's gonna vibrate out of my body. And I would have told Jesse all this and we could have shared it, but I guess she thinks just because I like HTB and glitter and stuff, I don't have the capacity for anything else.
She clearly doesn't know me at all. So much for any kind of whatever, why would she ever want to kiss someone she clearly sees as like a stupid baby.
May 7, 2020
The dreams are getting weirder and they're happening more. I'm getting scared to go to sleep. Not that the dreams are always scary (they almost never are, or not scary like in a typically scary horror movie way). I mean, I've only ever been me. I don't know what other peoples' dreams are like.
The other night in one I was jumping on a trampoline, which is something I've never done in real life. I told Rose about it when I woke up, and she said "do you even know how to jump on a trampoline?" and I said "Rose, it's not like riding a bike. You don't have to learn. You just jump." and then we got into this whole thing about how some things we just know, and jumping's one of them, and how that's so weird. Sometimes I really like talking to Rose about stuff.
May 19, 2020
So, it's prom season in the real world. If I lived somewhere normal, my prom dress would be pink with lots of tulle and silk flowers at the shoulders, and it would fit perfectly and trying in dresses would be fun and not anxiety-inducing.
But since there are only like 10 teenagers currently in 7MV, were not having a homecoming. Cool.
May 27, 2020
So, mom came to visit this weekend, and I asked her about her prom. She was Typical Cecelia at first, very "Prom is a waste of time and money, Marin. It's a night when lesser people play dress-up to engage with their aspirations of grandeur." And I was like eyeroll forever and just stopped talking. BUT THEN she actually talked to me like a human being. She was like, "I actually didn't go to my prom" and when I asked her why she said that she didn't have a date, and was very self-conscious about it. I almost passed out at her admitting that she's ever been anything less than perfect.
(gonna continue this in reblog)
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haru kato hcs
- what is it like to be dating haru kato?
omg excited about this cuz i want me some haru content. pretty boi needs tons of love and affection. we need more haru kato content. i demand it!
requested by @beef-tomatoes : can you do haru kato dating headcanons. here you have the frog man🐸 < |> /\ the frog man says: have a nice day💖😌✌
requests open
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first things first - congrats on getting this man to be your boyfriend because boy oh boy you gonna get the best domestic life ever
haru kato is a simple man with a simple life who knows his responsibilities so expect perfect husbando and waifu qualities
cooking for you is his favorite thing to do. he loves being able to alleviate your stress, especially after a particularly troubling day at work/university
he loves it when you cook for him too. it makes him feel special and his heart just soars. this man will not leave the kitchen just so he can watch you working your magic with ingredients and spice while wearing that dumb dreamy face. he holds himself back from sliding behind you and embracing you because you look so good with an apron for the reason he doesn't want to distract you but most of the time he just does it because you're too cute
if you know how to cook, he'll give you tips here and there but will leave you to your cooking majority of the time
if you can't cook, expect a full blown cooking lesson from him because he said he won't be able to cook for you all the time and he'll be damned if you always order take out or buy those just microwave packages in convenient stores
if your cooking turned out good, haru will eat seconds and thirds, complimenting you every now and then after gulping down what he was chewing. will definitely ask you to cook more for him and if you can't, he'll brush it off saying maybe next time but internally he was pouty because he wants more. probably thinking of marrying you already
if your cooking turned out bad, he will tell you it could use a little more work, offer himself to help you, but he'll still eat it because you made it for him aww. still probably thinking of marrying you
dates with haru is sort of rare. crime doesn't sleep and nor does he so most of your dates are at his place - just watching a movie and eating whatever he cooked
he always has to have a hand on you or an arm over your shoulder. gotta make sure you're really there
but if he does have time, he will take you out on a simple date that benefits both of your interests. haru won't say but he'll always lean more in your interests in dates because he feels so bad for depriving you of his quality time. this is how he silently atones, plys he buys you small and thoughtful gifts
remember when i said crime doesn't sleep nor does he? well, haru gets tired often. it was natural because of his field of work. haru will hesitate to go to your place because he needs some loving and some caring but doesn't want to be a bother so he calls you to ask permission before going
will want to sleep with you once he gets there but you force him to eat because he needs to he healthy to continue being a detective. he will grumble while you make him food but his heart is soft that you think about his well being
"my girlfriend is best girl" he whispers in a slur, trying to keep himself from falling asleep in the dining room while eating
will drag you to your bed after eating and will pull you down with him on the bed. haru will have his arms draped around you and snuggle in your chest. he will let out a content sigh if you snuggle back and run your fingers through his hair
haru just want cuddles with his girlfriend after a hard day at work. spoil him please
haru will be happy if he wakes up and you're still in his arms but will scoff if you are not. haru will stand up no matter how tired he still is and drag you back to bed to continue your cuddle
tell me haru won't try pranking you and feeling bad after it
head pats while saying "sorry babe, i didn't mean to, i'm sorry, yes yes, i'll be a better boyfriend from now on. come here and give me a hug"
whenever you two bathe together, he loves it when you clean his back because he can feel the stress go bye bye with your soft fingers
he washes your hair and he sometimes tries to make stupid hairstyles with your lathered tresses and you'll always rate them
most of the times you take baths together, it is nonsexual. he just appreciates you being there
but haru will slip in a few rounds whenever you two feel like getting it on
soft dom but probs hiding a few kinks
forehead kisses is his favorite because he gets to see your happy face looking up at him whenever he pulls away
haru is definitely a tease whenever you try to kiss him - lips, cheeks, forehead, neck - you can't reach any of them even if you go on your tip toes because he's tall. he won't bend down so you can kiss him because you look so adorable trying so hard to give him love and affection
he'll probably be the one to kiss you after a few minutes of teasing. he can't help it. you look so cute
gah his heart is full
when haru gets jealous, he is irritated. he will come up to you, an annoyed glare on his face, and taking your hand.
haru goer grrr my baby but i won't hurt you or anything because my baby finds it bad but i'm warning you -
when you're the one who's jealous, he finds it amusing
he smothers his grin when you get adorably protective of him
he teases you about it but hugs you after to affirm that this man ain't going anywhere
laundry days are messy, messier than when the two of you have food fights
you two keep throwing drenched clothes or bubbles or water at one another
haru is merciless with laundry throwing fights
expect a shirt thrown swiftly at your face with a resounding SMACK
this boy ain't losin to laundry throwing fights
you always stop by the precint whenever you can just to visit haru
he used to hate it because his coworkers always flock around you whenever you come by but soon grew to love it because you seem to enjoy being around them and you gain nee friends
he'll talk you through his work process and he's very proud whenever you go all ooh ahh so cool because he has an ego and loves that you are interested in his work as much as he does to yours
he tries to be professional whenever at work but he'll sneak in a few kisses if he think nobody is looking. but not you tho, you kiss him whenever you want and wherever you want
someone is always looking so he gets teased quite a lot by his coworkers and he gets all blushy and tsundere aww
hugs with haru are always tight knit. the reason? because he loves holding you, that's literally it
did i mention piggy back rides? no? well, haru doesn't do them unless necessary like you're super tired or got a sprain but jump on his back and kiss him on top of his head and nyoom you are now on a piggy back ride
haru is a huge fan of discounts and coupons so you always have to help him find the best item there is that is discounted or you have coupons for
you gave him a small notebook to keep all his coupons and his face just goes (⊙o⊙)
hand holding in the market while shopping. he won't let you go until you're at the cashier because last time he let you get some items alone, he ended up going to the intercom to call for you
"y/n where are you? i just told you to get a soap and find me at the dairy section."
but he don't mind tho because it's a good excuse to keep you close to him
arguing over which product - any product at all - is better to buy. sorry to say this but haru wins all the time. you swear, this man has a sixth sense for which items to buy
arguments with haru is . . . well maybe that's for another time
but silly arguments with haru is common. fights over who gets to clean the dishes, who makes the bed, which movie or series is better, which cop movie superior, which food to eat, who is the big spoon - but they're all fun snd games
haru will make sure to win as the big spoon tho because again, he has a hidden ego and his heart swells when he sees how tiny you are compared to him
getting drunk with haru is always a rollercoaster. he's a rambling drunk? well, you're the agree with everything drunk
"the floor is too cold. why is it always cold? i just want warmth and peace" cue haru sliding on the floor with a red face because of the alcohol. he's very at ease with you so being stupid and childish is norm for him
"yes, yes, i agree, the floor is always cold. bad floor, you're making haru sad" then you slide with him on the floor
haru turns to you "you don't make me sad"
you turn to him "yes, i make you happy"
you two are just a pair of drunk lovebirds
patch him up when he gets hurt in his work
he won't feel much pain if it's you who's patching him up
he doesn't why but that's that
kiss his boo boos he likes them he's an actual bab for you
haru will always bring you to work/university. it doesn't matter if he is late as long as gets you there
actually it matters that he is late. he just never tells you so you won't tell him to stop. that's why once you're out of sight, after you exchange goodbyes snd kisses, you bet your ass he's speeding through the streets to get to the precint in time (got tickets from speeding but he hides them from you but you'll find out eventually lmao)
since he is a cop/detective, of course he had a gun. he won't bring it to your place but whenever you're at his place or at the precint, he'll allow you to hold it, with him supervising of course, and he'll probably teach you how to fire a gun in a range
will catch you whenever you suffer the recoil of pulling the trigger
will pull a cheesy line like "falling for me now, huh?"
when daisuke joins the precint, haru is less than thrilled
since you always visit him and he became partners with daisuke, that meant you have meet to this rich bastard
and he doesn't like it because
1) he's rich af
2) he's somewhat arrogant
3) he doesn't want to admit it but daisuke is handsome
he is 101% fuming when he sees you talking to daisuke than him. his mind reverts back to all those times you always talk to him in the precint when in reality you were just talking to daisuke for 3 minutes
haru is overdramatic and
insecure
he's scared that you'll leave him for daisuke
daisuke has everything. money, looks, fame - he can't even buy you something extravagant. he's still saving up for your birthday, doing overtime and stuff while still buying you small gifts when daisuke can just give you the whole world with a snap of his finger
it'll eat him up alive
he just wants to spend the rest of his life with you but maybe you'll be happier with daisuke?
when you learned this, you just burst out of tears because
this baby is sad and scared of losing you
so you did something to make him assured you only want him and planning to be with him always
haru has always insisted that you move in with him after a year of being together
and then you show up at his place with your stuff and saying "I'll grab more of my stuff tomorrow so help me move in"
haru has never been so happy and excited that he cooked a whole feast for the two of you
you two gets stomachaches the day after
so you stay in his bed the whole day being lazy and snuggling
haru turned off his phone when daisuke was calling him because duh he's spending precious time with his lovely girlfriend
in conclusion, haru kato is whipped for you
oh, by the way, you and daisuke partnered up to mess with haru and now haru has one less braincell because it decided to be best friends with the braincell that always has money in its disposal
"she better be happy i love her"
haru loves you vewy mooch
#haru kato#haru kato x reader#haru katou#fugou keiji x reader#fuguo keiji#balance unlimited#anime#daisuke kambe x reader#daisuke kambe#the millionaire detective#the millionare detective balance: unlimited#fuguo keiji balance unlimited#haru katou x reader#haru katō#x reader#anime x reader#fuguo keiji x reader
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Sparkle
Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle)
Pairing: N/A
Warnings: It’s so fluffy!
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: thank you @rmtndew for the edit of Sy in glasses :D More Sy and Wispy? Why yes!
Henry Cavill Master List
“Uncle Sy,” Annie giggled at her uncle, as he pulled a face. “Sit still.” Her voice going firmer.
Beside her, Willow had her hand on her hips shaking her head at their uncle. “Uncle Sy, we need you to stay very still.”
“Fine, fine.” He gave in sitting statue straight, still as could be.
“Close your eyes, please.” Annie instructed.
Doing as he was asked, Sy closed his eyes and leaning against the couch to support his back. Cross legged on the floor, a mound of pillows under him, he fought the smirk that kept threatening to creep onto his face. The two little girls painting the floral scented mud, clay, paint? Whatever the cool, thick stuff was onto his face. Around his beard, across his cheeks and forehead. Sy felt the soft brush that Aimee had handed them against his skin.
“You know Sy,” Aimee's voice greeted him, yet his eyes remained closed, “this stuff is actually pretty good. It might even help brighten that complexion of yours. Tired and sunburned was so last year.”
Snorting, Sy shook his head, both nieces scolding him for moving while they tried to apply the mask. Directing him to pucker his lips, Willow stood in front of him, a glob of lip moisturizer on her brush, she slapped it on spreading it thickly against his red chapped lips. The girls were taking good care of their Uncle Sy.
At least they wanted to do it at home this time. Sy was unsure of the product quality, but the service was far better and cheaper than when he'd taken them to an actual spa. Now that had been a sight, the look on the woman's face when the giant, bearded man in boots strode into the salon with the two little girls in tow. Despite the initial shock, Sy had to hand it to them, those ladies were magical.
He'd left feeling like his hands, feet, and face had been kissed by angels and butterflies. Hell, he'd even let Willow and Annie pick out a polish for his toes. Sitting in the chair chatting with the woman painting his toes, while his nieces had watched from their own pedicure chairs, Sy learned that men coming in to dote on their daughters and nieces wasn't really all that uncommon. He, however, was one of the first to ask for Pompeii Purple toes. The shade had really brought out his eyes.
In his sister's living room, Sy chuckled when Willow announced that he absolutely needed to trim that scraggly beard of his. In their life time, neither of his nieces had ever bore witness to their uncle without his beard. He liked it too much to part with it. Besides, the women loved it. Clearing his throat, Sy opened his eyes, a mocking frown on his face.
“Don't you dare touch my beard, understood bub?” He smirked. Willow nodded and Annie, standing just out of sight giggled. “There will be no cutting of my beard, until I say so.”
“Oh come on, Sy.” Aimee teased from the kitchen. “You could use a trim,” she winked at Annie.
“I would prefer to do it myself, thank you sister dearest.” He winked at Willow, a near impossible task with the clay beginning to set on his face.
“What if we just make it pretty?” Annie piped up, shuffling into the room with a hairbrush and bows in her hands. “Can we?”
“Please, Uncle Sy.” Willow pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.
Playfully grumbling, Sy waited a minute or two. Letting the little girls get antsy before agreeing. Under some conditions. Nothing but a comb and some pink sparkly bows went into his beard. If they so much as tugged the wrong way, Sy was combing it himself. His beard was his pride and joy, right after his Wispy. He'd worked hard over the years to grow this bad boy.
“Gently,” He reminded them, lifting his chin for Willow to gingerly take the comb through his thick beard.
Climbing onto the couch behind him, Annie sat with her legs crossed gently rubbing a hair brush through his growing curls. A full out pamper day wasn't entirely bad. Enjoying his “spa treatment”, Sy winced when he heard Aimee giggling like a child on too much sugar. He knew his sister well enough to know that this was not going to be good.
“Aim, what in the hel-ck are you doing?” Sy asked glancing at his sister. Her phone poised as she giggled and shrugged.
“I thought ma might like to see. Maybe fire one off to the boys. You still in touch with the Major? Show him what retirement does for ya?”
“You wouldn't dare,”
“Send one to the Major? No. But I would send it to ma and everyone else we know. Come on Sy, you're adorable. You should let me share this on that mommy blog, it would be a hit.” She laughed. “Former Army Captain attacked by Girl Scouts.”
Sy replied with a grunt. More than one single mother, and a few not so single, on that damn blog Aimee was part of had themselves hot and bothered for the youngest Syverson. Every time Aimee mentioned her brother, at least one woman would ask if he was seeing somebody or how he liked children, who weren't his. Sy liked children fine, but he had no interest in taking on any to parent.
“Leave Uncle Sy alone,” Willow pouted, as she put the last bow into his beard. “Don't be mean, mommy.”
“I wasn't being mean, baby girl. Uncle Sy and I were teasing. Now, why don't you finish up those bows and help him wash his face. You can't leave the mask on too long, remember.”
“Oops,”
“It's okay bub,” Sy pulled away from the hair styling by Annie. “You ladies clean up a bit out here and I will go clean my face off.”
Striding down the hall, Sy could feel the clay on his face hardening and drying. If nothing else his pores would be flawless for a few days. Chuckling as he went, he could hear Annie and Willow in the living room. No doubt discussing their next plan for their uncle's beauty treatment. If he had to, there was a lovely yellow nail polish that he'd been eyeing in the box of tricks. It may not be the right season for yellow, but it would surely make the hair on his big toes really pop.
In the bathroom, he grabbed a wash cloth and turned the taps. Allowing the water to reach a nice, warm temperature he began scrubbing the dried clay away from his face. The bows in his hair and beard were a sight to behold. Admiring the handy work, Sy stood for a few seconds looking at the man in the mirror. The one grizzled, gruff, hard as nails and fearless Captain was reduced to a soft and gentle giant.
He loved spending the time with the kids, allowing them to have their fun, before Uncle Sy packed up and drove back across town. It was no wonder people were forever asking him when he'd have his own. Ah well, it was better this way. Sy enjoyed the company of the kids, but all the time and he would be even more grizzled and cranky than he was when he was stationed over in the desert.
Being home had it's perks, like getting to be with his family whenever he wanted. Having sleepovers with the kids, whenever Willow decided that he was lonely in his house. Or how she was forever trying to set him up with any woman they came across, while he had her out. That one was less and less cute, especially as she had somehow been targeting only married women lately.
The last thing Sy wanted was to get his ass kicked by some woman's husband or wife, for hitting on their wife because some kid said she was pretty. Shaking his head, he finished checking himself in the mirror to make sure he had all of the clay off.
Cleaned up and refreshed Sy joined the girls in the living room.
“Ladies, what's next?”
“Lunch!” “Make up!”
Laughing at their very different ideas, he nodded to Annie. “I agree lunch is the much better idea, make up can be after.”
“But mommy said we could go out for lunch. You can't go out unless you have a proper face on.” Willow pouted. Annie sighed. Her cousin had a point.
“Girls,” Aimee spoke, she was about to do everything in her mom power, to get Sy out of this one. As amused as it would be, seeing her brother go to lunch in a full face of make up.
“No, no she's right.” Sy nodded in agreement. “Aim, why not let Annie do your make up and Wispy can do mine. Then we'll all be ready for lunch, hel-ck, I'll even pay. Treat all of my girls.”
“Yeah!” The cheers went up from the girls.
Aimee, rolling her eyes and making a mental note to kill her brother later on. She would never forgive him, nor forget. Some day, she would get him back. This is when she should suggest wearing their best dresses – Sy included. Instead, she'd pay him back when he least expected. Maybe the next time, she'd insist they go for lunch wearing some over the top princess costumes.
Sy chuckled, what did they have to lose? At 11 years old, Annie was more than capable at putting together some make up. Willow was eccentric with her colour palate, but Sy wasn't worried much about that.
“Mommy, please. Please, we can all do our make up and go for lunch.”
“I hate you,” Aimee whispered passing her laughing brother, sitting down on the floor. “Okay, girls, let's get to it. Then we can make Uncle Sy take us for the best lunch, we've ever had.”
“Drive thru at Burger King isn't that fancy,” laughing, Sy nudged his sister with his elbow.
“Oh, but Sy if we have our best faces on, we need something better than cheap burgers in a bag. I was hoping maybe we could go to Janet's.”
It was Sy's turn to roll his eyes and stifle a groan. Of course Aimee would insist they go inside to eat. Saturday was the busiest day of the week for the small diner. Whatever, Sy was man enough to take it. With more confidence than anyone had ever seen, he would walk into that diner, head high, and his beard bows sparkling. The things he did to keep these children happy.
If it meant buying a hundred ponies, wearing full make up, and walking across a floor of legos – Sy would do it all to see these kids smile.
“I love Janet's!” Willow squealed dancing on her tiptoes, nearly poking her uncle in the eye with the eye shadow brush she was using. The hot pink creme shadow she had chosen for him was really going to pop with his dark beard. “Uncle Sy, please. Please can we go? You said that you would take me there the next time we went for lunch, you said that I could have a big sundae and...”
“Sy?” A sideways glance at her baby brother, Aimee puckered her lips for Annie to apply some lipstick. Offering the kids ice cream as a meal wasn't a crime, but it would explain why they sometimes came home bouncing around like mad hornets in an old coke can.
“Wispy, you're not supposed to tell your ma that I let you at ice cream as a meal.”
“Sorry, but can I?”
“Maybe for dessert, you can Annie can shade a giant sundae.” Aimee reasoned.
“Fine, but the next time we go....” Staring at her uncle, Willow pouted.
“Whatever you want, bubs.” Smirking at his sister, Sy conveniently pointed to the blush in the bag, asking Willow if she thought the orangeish colour would work for him. “Whatever you want.”
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// Day 8 //
// Wind //
The wind swept through Marinette's hair. Her new second-hand convertible gliding, seamlessly.
She pulled up to her boutique in downtown Gotham. Business was booming and her newest line sold out almost immediately. She had to order extra fabric almost every day just to keep up with demand. Not to mention her commissions.
Luckily, her new notoriety earned her enough money to buy a second-hand car to carry any materials she finds while 'browsing' fabric and fashion stores (which is usually a lot) and to hire a few new employees to take on the floor designs, whilst she worked on commissions.
She entered the shop and flipped the open sign. Marinette sat behind the counter and pulled out her sketchbook, she could design while working the register, so she would usually be the one on 'desk duty', unless she had to actually assemble her commissions.
The bell rang and a tall man wearing all black walked in. He was about Marinette's age and definitely easy on the eyes.
"Where can I find the owner?"
Marinette smiled, "Right here."
An incredulous look passed his face, "You're MDC?"
"Is that such a shocker?"
He looked at her as if analysing her movements, "I just pictured you… Older."
She squinted her eyes, "What can I do for you?"
…..
As it turns out Marinette was commissioned to make a dress for the man's (who she learned was named Damian) sister.
It would be her birthday in 4 months and a surprise ball organised by his family was going to be held in her honour (pfft rich people). Damian was tasked with getting her dress.
Marinette was given a picture of the girl to know what would suit her, her measurements (rich people apparently have their family members measurements on hand) and the theme of the party, 'Space', not vague at all.
Every once in awhile, Damian would come around to see her progress, make a comment or two and generally be a pest.
Soon, he started to come by once a week, then every day.
He'd play it off as being a diligent client, but none of Marinette's other clients would even stop by until the fitting. Sometimes never.
Marinette, despite her reluctance, became (dare she say it?) fond of Damian's lack of filter. It was refreshing.
What she didn't realise was that Damian was becoming quite fond of Marinette, himself.
…..
An envelope was dropped on her desk, two months before her original deadline (she easily finished in half the time she needed, with maybe a tiny bit of Ladybug luck on her side).
"What's this?" She said picking the envelope up and carefully ripping the tab.
"An invitation."
She looked up curiously at him, before reading the contents,
Dear Miss Dupain-Cheng,
You are cordially invited to the Birthday Ball of Cassandra Cain-Wayne, as Damian Wayne's date.
As you know the dress code is black tie and the theme is 'Space'. Usually, in these invitations, a list of trusted and capable boutiques and designers would be included. But, due to your chosen profession, I assume you can make the necessary arrangements.
Please be aware that paparazzi and press will be covering this event.
We sincerely await your response,
Alfred Pennyworth,
On behalf of the Wayne family.
P. S. We have heard many brilliant things about your designs and we can't wait to see the outfits you make. We wish to make a formal request for you to be the official designer and consultant for the Wayne Family.
"You want me to be your consultant?"
Damian tutted, "And designer."
Marinette read the invitation again before a teasing grin broke out on her face, "You also, want me as your date."
He controlled his face into a composed look, "I may have gotten used to you in the past two months."
She poked his shoulder, "'Gotten used to'? Oh c'mon, Damian. You at least tolerate me, you even want me as your date, that could qualify as liking. Or dare I say it," she gasped overdramatically, "Friends."
Damian tutted, "Maybe, I want to be more than friends."
She smiled at him, "Maybe I do, too."
…..
The night of the ball arrived and after sending Cass' dress, shoes and accessories over to the Manor with Damian, Marinette got ready.
She was careful to make her dress less extravagant looking than Cass', she didn't want to show-up the birthday girl.
Her off-the-shoulder dark blue bodice was complimented by a skirt covered in hand-embroidered constellations. She wore her hair in a low bun decorated with a star hairpiece.
Marinette also put in long chain earrings, one with a star and one with a moon, that were complemented by a choker like chain with dainty stars and planets. Her shoes were gladiator-style silver heels.
Pleased with her outfit, she walked outside her apartment to find her new boyfriend waiting by a limo.
Once he saw her, his back unconsciously straightened, "You look lovely, Marinette."
Marinette looked at Damian's tux, it looked like your average black tie outfit, except if you looked closely enough you could see tiny stars and planets embroidered into it, camouflaged subtly into the tuxedo with its perfectly matching colour, "You clean up nicely yourself, Damian," She straightened his bow tie with a smirk, "Nice tux."
Damian grinned, "Y'know, I got out from a boutique downtown. You might know it, bright colours, amazing clothes, the owner's pretty cute."
"Oh? That sounds like I have a competition, Damian. Do I need to fight a girl for your heart?" She teased.
He held her hand, "You wouldn't need to because I'm head over heels with this girl. Nothing you can do or say could change that."
She smiled softly and lightly pecked his cheek, "Not even this?"
"Hmm, actually try that, again."
She rolled her eyes, playfully, but still kissed his cheek, or at least she tried to. Instead, Damian moved his head at the very last second and captured his lips on hers.
When they pulled apart, slightly out of breath, Damian whispered as a smile tugged his lips, "You have the most convincing argument I've ever seen, Angel. I might just have to reconsider this boutique girl."
Marinette grinned, "Hmm? Well, maybe another argument or two would fully convince you."
…..
After a few more kisses, the two realised that they should leave, lest they be late. They pulled up to the Manor courtyard, that was currently being overrun by tabloids and paparazzi.
Damian exited the car and held a hand out to Marinette. This action alone caused a gasp and whispers to ripple through the crowd, 'Damian Wayne arrived with a date?'
Marinette placed her hand in his and let him help her out. The paparazzi ooh'd at her dress before clamouring for an interview with Damian and his new amour.
"Damian, who is this lovely lady?"
With his hand in hers, he answered, "My girlfriend Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
"Marinette! Who are you wearing?"
"It's actually a dress I made myself, I own a boutique here in Gotham."
More questions came.
"How did you two meet?"
Damian answered, "Well, I actually commissioned her to make my sisters dress for this evening, which you'll see later. And I just kept bugging her until, I guess, I grew on her."
The crowd aww'd.
A brash voice broke out of the crowd, "How do you respond to the rumours about how you're the father-to-be of the product of a drunken one-night-stand?"
Marinette's face fell. She knew that voice.
Damian frowned, looking into the crowd for the speaker, "Well, I'd say those rumours are false."
"You bastard!"
A heavily pregnant, sausage haired brunette ran out and slapped him in the face.
Marinette knew this woman. The one and only, Lila Rossi.
"How could you abandon me and your child? For some hussy!"
Damian's demeanor changed from calm to extremely pissed, "Ma'am, I've never met you before in my life. I don't know who the father of your child is, but it's not me. Now, it would do you well not to speak of my girlfriend like that, she is a very respectable woman and I don't appreciate the way you speak of her."
Marinette's eyes narrowed, "You may never have met her, Damian, but I have. She's Lila Rossi. Remember that liar I told you about, from Paris?"
He nodded, suddenly with a scowl on his face, "The one who willingly got akumatized?"
The reporters gasped, they all knew about the horrors of what happened in Paris. The city was under siege for 7 years and after 3, it was made into a No Man's Land. Nobody was allowed to leave or enter the city without permits, and those were only given to the initial evacuees, those who were most vulnerable, like the elderly, mothers and babies, the sick.
Nobody was allowed to leave or enter after that, except military personnel, until Hawkmoth was defeated.
The city itself was ravaged with gangs and was split into territories, wherever the military didn't have control over. It was a massacre and over 30% of Parisians who stayed died of disease, starvation or they were killed and couldn't be revived by Ladybug's Lucky Charm (including Marinette's parents). Everyone else was just killed and tortured over and over again, unable to escape the cruel cycle. Then the impossible happened, the heroes of Paris found Hawkmoth and the Final Battle began.
They say, very few Parisians were actually alive during the fight and can remember in full detail what actually happened. The only thing the world knows for sure is that Hawkmoth died that day, disintegrated by Chat Noir's Cataclysm in an insane attempt to take his miraculous while his powers were activated after the Butterfly Brooch had already been retrieved. He didn't stand a chance.
There was still another year before Martial Law was lifted and the City of Love was free, although few call it that anymore.
The dead were counted and mourned and many survivors couldn't bare to stay in their hometown after the heroes announced their sudden (albeit well deserved) retirement. Only about 40% of the city's original population still lives there. The survivors have been known across the globe to be some of the toughest, most resourceful people alive, it actually became commonplace to put 'Siege Survivor' onto resumés and CVs.
The Siege had a traumatic effect on the entire world, but especially the Parisians, and to hear that Marinette was one of those few, really put everything into perspective for the reporters. And to hear that someone willingly helped Hawkmoth was truly an insult to the dead.
Damian glared at Lila, "Miss Rossi. You are truly a disgrace. When your baby is born, I will take a paternity test to prove it's not mine and I would encourage you to grow up and stop trying to live your silly fantasies with your lies and start living in the real world. You have another person to take care of now and I hope you can realise that."
Lila smirked, "Please, I'll be putting this brat up for adoption the second it comes out."
From across the courtyard, Bruce Wayne shot up and ran over to his son.
"Did I hear 'Adoption'? Oh hello, Marinette, Cass looks lovely tonight."
Marinette grinned, "Thank you, Bruce. I hope she likes the dress."
He smiled and shook his head, "She loves it. I bet she'll insist on wearing it for the next hundred parties. Now, what's this about an adoption? Asking for a friend."
Lila stared at him in bemusement.
The newspapers and magazines certainly won't run out of things to talk about. I mean what did they expect from a Wayne party.
…..
After escaping the drama (and Bruce) Marinette and Damian entered the Manor, so they could take their seats.
As soon as all the guests and (legitimate) reporters arrived, a young woman walked down the grand staircase, wearing a dark blue ball gown covered with stars. She wore spiralling silver heels and a simple pendant. Her dark hair was woven with a golden star hairpiece.
Cass looked absolutely stunning.
Damian nudged Marinette, "You absolutely outdid yourself."
She grinned.
…..
Throughout the night Marinette danced with her boyfriend over and over, laughter emanating from the two of them.
Towards the end of the night, Cass got on stage to say a few words. And few it was.
"Thank you all for coming, tonight. Thank you, MDC, for this lovely gown. Have a good time."
The Waynes smiled at their family member's antics.
…..
A few months later, Marinette sat beside a huge pile of clothes in Dicks room, while Damian sat on the couch.
"Dick, sweetie, I am the family designer and consultant, I swear to fucking God if I find one more disco outfit I will throw hands."
Damian snorted and she turned on him.
"Don't think I won't come after you, Wayne. Black on black, really?"
Bruce walked into the room. "Keep it down will you," He whispered furiously, "The babies are sleeping."
After being plastered on the cover of several magazines for the wrong reasons, Lila couldn't find anyone to adopt her baby. Luckily for her, serial adopter Bruce Wayne offered to adopt the baby, on the condition that she agreed to a closed adoption and wouldn't even think about the Wayne's and Marinette, again.
Surprisingly, the baby turned out to be babies. The twins were born 5 minutes apart on different days. Two girls.
They already had Bruce wrapped around their fingers. Although nobody was surprised.
Marinette grabbed the rubbish bag and threw all of Dicks clothes in there.
"Hey!"
Marinette glared at him, "We're going to give these to a charity shop. And then you need a brand new wardrobe."
Bruce sighed, "I'd argue but it's true and it's not like we can't afford it."
"Hey!"
…..
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