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Blooming Pt. 1

Pairings: Jisung x Reader, ft. nct dream, lucas (honorary member of dream)

Words: 7.5K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, fluff

Synopsis:

Love isn’t as easy as it seems, Park Jisung is an advocate of that. A blooming relationship that has prematurely ceased can be re-sparked years later, or can it? Will Jisung be able to overcome his fears in order to succeed in what he deems love?

Part 1 | Part 2

Freshman Yr.

Hey Jisung,

I know that this is kinda random and I only have the guts to do this now because I probably won’t see you again but here goes. I think you are a really sweet and cool guy and I wish I had gotten to know you better, probably because I had a big crush on you... I just thought I would send this to you because I know it’s nice to know and it’s probably a little bit of a confidence booster. (I also kinda wanted to get this off my chest). Sorry for the essay and you don’t have to respond to this if it’s awkward … I hope you stay safe especially with what’s going on right now

You held your breath, panicking at the loading sign on your phone. Welp, it was too late now.

You were pacing back and forth in your living room, nail very much in your mouth as you bit them anxiously.

“I just sent it.” You breathed out, “Oh my god, I just sent it.” At this point you were nearly in tears you were so nervous.

“That’s good. It’s like one a.m. though, so don’t be too worried if he doesn’t answer right away.” You nodded into the receiver, and although your best friend couldn’t see you, she still understood your silence.

You had called your best friend earlier to ask for her advice about the guy you had told her about months ago. It was the last quarter of school for this year and you finally had the courage to confess to him.

Your best friend Megan was a little bit more experienced than you and she laughed when you had told her you wrote drafts, and you promptly sent it to her.

“He’s not writing back.” You told her, staring intently at the screen, refreshing it every few seconds as if that would make him answer.

“Well of course not, you literally sent it ten seconds ago. Besides I told you, it’s late, he might just reply in the morning.” She sighed at your panicked state.

“Oh my god! He read it.” You bit your lip, staring at the numbers below your text.

“Oh.” She giggled, “Cute, he has read receipts on like you.”

You barely had time to comprehend what she had said when you gasped out, “Oh my god. He’s typing, he’s typing! There’s bubbles.”

She laughed, “Wow, that was fast.”

You weren’t exactly paying attention to her, focused very much on the bubbles that were still there. Then suddenly they stopped.

“They stopped.” You felt the need to relay everything to her.

“That’s fine, he’s probably just reading over it.” You nodded, trying to convince yourself. But you couldn’t because nothing ever came. It was almost 25 minutes later that you heard the familiar ding of your phone.

Hey Y/N! thanks for letting me know, it really is not easy but rip coronavirus really is kinda messing with everything. i think you’re a really nice person and if circumstances would have allowed, i would have wanted to get to know you more too. everything is kinda hectic rn and i wish you the besttt and stay safe too!!

Immediately you called Megan again. “It doesn’t look good…Listen to what he said.” You read the text, heart dropping with every word you read.

“What are you talking about? That’s a good thing. Y/N he said he wants to get to know you better too. That’s sweet. I think he’s just keeping it open though, cause there’s not much you guys can do anyways.”

“Yeah.” You tried to not let out how dejected you were, but it was clear to her.

“Hey don’t worry about it. If he doesn’t like you then he’s not worth worrying over.”

“Right.” You pouted despite what she said making sense. “Look I’ll call you later, I’ve got to go now.”

“Okay, Y/N, don’t stress too much about it, okay?”

You hummed back, mumbling out your goodbyes.

The moment you hung up, you threw your phone on the bed, falling next to it. You sighed, trying not to overthink everything.

That’s why you confessed now, so that if you were so badly rejected, you wouldn’t have to see him again. Right?

You groaned, closing your eyes, hoping that sleep would make you feel better. Or perhaps you would wake up and find that this was all a dream.

You woke up and of course with habit, the first thing you did was look over at your phone. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, grinning at the screen.

You weren’t thrilled that it was in reality a dream, but on the other hand things had become very real very fast.

NOTIFICATION

Park Jisung 5:18 a.m.

oh, are you still going back to school next year?

You smiled at the text, heart immediately choosing to beat faster than you would’ve liked. With a glance at the clock you realized it was 8:07 a.m. and you couldn’t stop yourself from replying the moment you saw it.

yeah, i’m planning on living off campus tho… are you gonna live off campus too?

You panicked, staring at the screen, knowing damn well that he wasn’t about to reply at 8 in the morning. You had to restrain yourself from calling your best friend that very moment, you were in a happy mood and waking her up would not keep that.

The entire day you were buzzing, constantly checking your phone for new notifications. For the first time you understood what phantom texts felt like. Every couple of minutes you were sure that you felt a text, but alas it was your imagination.

It wasn’t until 4 p.m. when a real text came through, ringing loud and clear. You had turned your ringer on and off, making sure that it was working just in case.

yup! I’ll be living by the shopping complex in downtown. how about you?

Restraint was not easy for you, and you replied after a few moments passed. Megan had constantly told you to let at least a few minutes pass, but you couldn’t help it. Besides, read receipts were not in your favor.

Conversation seemed to come really easy to you, and after an hour of texting non stop he said he had one more final to take.

You understood and immediately felt bad, realizing that you had taken up precious study time for him. You wished him good luck and spent the rest of the night relaying every detail to Megan over the phone.

Little did you know that that conversation would be the last for a long time.

3 months later

It was time for a break. And what better way was there than a small kickback with your best friends after midterms?

“I brought the good stuff.” You were startled, laying on the daybed of your other friend, Camille’s room. It was the perfect spot for a kickback. A couple hundred feet from the main house, and completely stocked with all that you needed.

You sat up glancing at the armfuls of alcohol Megan had snagged, don’t ask how she got it.

You giggled at the thought, watching as Camille helped unload. “Let the games begin.”

“Truth or Dare Y/N?” You groaned, turning away from the both of them.

“You know I hate this game.”

Megan didn’t let up. “Camille has a pond.”

That was enough information for you. You took a glance out the window, noting that it was freezing outside. You were not taking a chance on her intentions. “Truth.”

“Boring.” She sang, but nevertheless had a question set. “Have you talked to that boy since the last time you called me about him?”

You grumbled to yourself, taking a shot and grimacing. “No.”

“Why not?” Camille asked, reaching for the bottle still in your hand.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know, I’m too much of a coward to text him now. But he could text me first too you know. Especially cause I took the first jump. It’s probably because he doesn’t like me.”

You sighed, staring at the bottle again, tempted to take another shot.

“I’m sure that’s not the case.” You missed the look Megan shot Camille, already coming up with a new idea.

In the end you caved, choosing that perhaps another shot could bring you happiness. But it just burned your throat.

“Megan truth or dare?”

“Dare, duh.” You watched the proud look on her face.

“I dare you to… snapchat that dude that sent dick pics to fuck off.” Camille said, watching Megan’s face contort into delight.

“Hell yeah! It would be my pleasure.” She giggled, and you noticed that she was feeling the alcohol as well.

You felt the need to roll your eyes again.

“Done. And blocked.” She tossed her phone in the middle of the group with satisfaction.

“I don’t know why you just didn’t block him right after he sent them.” You commented, chewing on a gummy worm.

She just shrugged, “I don’t know, it was kind of fun I guess. Anyways. Camille, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you really only see Carson as a friend?” Camille sputtered at the question, spitting out a bit of juice.

“No, I see him as a brother. That’s disgusting, besides he’s dating Bailee.” She shook her head, working to clean up the mess.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t like him.” Megan muttered, before dropping it and turning back to you.

“Y/N truth or dare?”

“Truth.” You mumbled out, not really paying attention.

“Come on, do at least one dare. It’s not fun if you only answer truth.” She whined, pushing another cup of jungle juice towards you.

You hesitantly sniffed the cup before taking a sip. A moment of silence passed as they waited for you. You let out a deep sigh, “Fine, dare. What do you want?”

“I dare you to text him.”

You froze, you knew that’s what she was going to say, but you were so out of it that you let it slide.

“You know I can’t do that.” You answered, wide eyed.

“It’s a dare.” Megan nodded at the window, insinuating the punishment.

“No, I really can’t. I’ll give you my phone though, but I can’t do it.” You dug the phone out of your backpack and tossed it next to hers, which she grabbed immediately typing in your password that she had memorized.

“Deal. I’ll just start it, then you can keep the conversation going.” You waved her off, choosing to drown yourself in as much alcohol as you could in hopes of forgetting that this happened tomorrow morning.

“Done. I just sent hey, with like three y’s and a smiley face. Not the emoji though.” Your mouth dropped at her.

“That’s so not me though. You know I use emojis, and I don’t do the all, heyyyy thing. He’s gonna know.” She just shrugged, sliding the phone back to you.

You sighed, staring at the empty screen, the other two returning to the game.

But it was three minutes later when your phone dinged, a text from Jisung lighting up your screen.

“Is that him?” Camille asked, peeking over at the screen.

“Yeah. I don’t wanna read it though, you do it.” You pushed it away, pulling your knees into your chest.

“I got you.” Megan paused. “See. Guys like the hey thing. He did it back, I don’t know what you were talking about, he’s totally into you.”

You grinned, crawling forward to see for yourself. The phone dinged again seconds later.

“Ooh, that’s hot. I like it when a guy texts in multiple bubbles, it shows they just text you what they think. They’re not planning it out or anything.” Megan commented, already typing in a response for you.

You watched over her shoulder, glancing at Camille who was doing the same.

“Is this good?” You just nodded back, sitting back on your heels to take a break.

“Oh, wow. That was fast. He texted back.” Although she sounded impressed, she frowned at the text.

“What? What is it?” You asked, panicking at her expression.

“Nothing. He’s just… dry. Was he always a dry texter?” She asked, handing the phone back to you.

“No? I don’t know, I didn’t think he was dry, we texted for like an hour straight that one time.” You mumbled, looking at the phone disappointed.

“Well he seems pretty dry to me. Maybe you should text him, maybe you were right, my texting was too different from yours.” You bit your lip and nodded, trying to come up with a response to him.

You didn’t know if it was because you were drunk, or that he could tell you were drunk, but while the conversation did get slightly better, he seemed dry to you as well. It was after twenty minutes of texting that you couldn’t keep the conversation any longer. You became frustrated at the dwindling conversation.

You had chosen to contact him again after three months of ghosting each other, and now he was making it difficult to carry a conversation. Maybe he really doesn’t like you. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Fine, you thought, you weren’t reaching out anymore. You didn’t want to be seen as pathetic, you could catch a hint. He just didn’t like you and was being nice. If he did actually like you, he could reach out to you.

This didn’t stop you from thinking about him for the month following the drunken incident.

2 years later Junior Yr.

“I swear if you’re late for this one too, I’m not setting you up on anymore blind dates!” You winced at the sound of your roommate cursing at you.

“I’m going!” You yelled back, slipping out the front door before she had a chance to attack you again.

You managed to close door without hearing what ever else she had in store for you.

Your keys jangled as you quickly tried to lock the bright red door, giving it one last tug of reassurance when you turned on your heel to find your car.

“Oof!” A body collided with yours, you were partially, well mostly at fault.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I should’ve paid more attention. It’s just, I was in a bit of a rush…” You trailed off, finally getting a good look at the other person’s face. “Jisung?”

He simply stared back with a blank look on his face, mouth hung slightly open. “Y/N?”

You hated how your heart quickened at the sound of your name from his lips.

“I-I… wow…” You stuttered out, not quite able to act as natural as you had hoped. “Do you live here?”

“Uh… yeah, I live next door.” He pointed to your left, and when you followed his finger sure enough it was right next to your apartment. You missed the way that he looked you up and down, gulping at the sight of you in years.

“Oh. Wow, what a coincidence, I guess.” You laughed out nervously, hands playing with your lanyard.

“Yeah.” He nodded back, not really making eye contact. Not that you were trying either.

“Well…”

“Yeah.”

There was an awkward silence between you two, and you cleared your throat to break some tension.

“I was actually on my way out, so… I’ve got to get going. But I’ll see you around.” You put on a fake smile that didn’t really reach your eyes, and shot him a wave before rushing off to your car. Once under the safety of your car, you sighed and tried to discreetly glance at the boy you hadn’t seen or thought of in years.

You shook your head, starting the ignition. It’s time to forget him, you told yourself, besides I’ve got a date waiting for me right now.

It wasn’t until Jisung was positive you could no longer see him, having driven off minutes ago, that he threw his head back and let out the deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. The blush he had been so desperately holding out finally came over his face, as he felt the heat burn his ears.

He had just begun to forget about you, from time to time, pausing over your conversation stream. Although it was torture, every once in a while he would read back all the texts, hating the way that they abruptly stopped. On occasion, mostly when he was drunk, but there were times when he was sober, he would even type out a text but fail to send it.

Jisung was never the outgoing type, he envied those who were. Those that could just strike up a conversation and carry on like it was second nature. But it was hard for Jisung. It took work and energy, and sometimes he didn’t have that. It was stressful and scary to Jisung.

It was a godsend when you reached out to him years ago, claiming so boldly your feelings for him. He wasn’t going to admit it, but then he had asked for his friends help in responding. It was Mark’s wishy-washy personality that had unbeknowingly sent your mind in circles that night.

It was Haechan’s straight-forward nature that had forced him to text you at 5 a.m. the next morning. He was tired of hearing about Jisung’s concerns as to why you didn’t reply earlier, complaining that if he was that worried just text her.

So he did.

And it worked.

It worked so well. That hour he had spent texting you had butterflies dancing in his belly. He had never felt happier or more connected than at that moment. It wasn’t until his alarm rang, notifying him that he had five minutes until his last final did he stop smiling.

He was more than disappointed when nothing came out of the conversation. Of course he knew that it wasn’t just your fault, after all he had a phone, he could text you too.

And he tried, he really did. Multiple times. But every text he drafted was soon deleted and so the conversation ran dry. That was until three months later, May 16th.

But you always seemed to catch him at a bad time. It was Saturday, but his professor had given him an extension on his paper and it was due at midnight.

Your first text came at 10:58 p.m.

It took all he had not to answer the text, and eventually he did cave. But as much as he wanted to focus on you he couldn’t, after all he had begged his professor to extend his deadline, he had to finish this.

Maybe that’s why this time you didn’t seem so responsive. Maybe that’s why this time it only took twenty minutes for the conversation to end.

Maybe that’s why, after it took him forty-five minutes to respond to your last text, you left him on read.

“What’s with the long face dude?” His best friend, and housemate asked, slapping his back passive-aggressively.

“Nothing. And I don’t have a long face.” He pushed back, shoving him softly out of the way.

“Who was that? At the front door?” Jaemin asked, shoving a cookie into his mouth.

“No one, just someone I knew.” Jisung muttered back, reaching out to steal one from the jar.

“Just someone I knew.” Chenle mocked back, leaning against the wall of the kitchen. “Right. We all could see the look on your face, that’s not just someone you knew.”

Jisung shrugged. “She was a girl I was texting.” He tried to pull it off nonchalantly, but it was evident to his housemates that it wasn’t nothing.

“Shit. Was that that girl you were talking to freshman year? The one you were head over heels for?” Jeno asked, grabbing a seat on a barstool, his laptop tightly in his grip. It was obvious he was working on something.

“Y/N?”Jaemin asked around the crumbs that filled his mouth.

“Ew. Gross. Have some manners dude.” Renjun said shoving Jaemin off the counter where he was perched, “And how many times do I have to tell you not to sit on the counter, that’s not sanitary. We have chairs for a reason.”

Jaemin made a face, but still moved to take a seat next to Jeno.

“Yeah.” Jisung frowned at the rest of the guys. “Did I make it that obvious?”

Renjun laughed, pulling a plate out of the cabinet. “You just talked about her everyday for a month. But no, not that obvious.”

“You should talk to her again, does she live close by?” Jeno asked, typing away at his computer.

“Yeah, she’s… uh… she’s our neighbor.” He rushed the last bit out, knowing that they would take advantage of the situation.

“Ooh! Our Jisung’s little girlfriend lives next door guys!” Chenle cackled out, “Guys, this is fate. And it’s our job to help out.”

Jisung scowled at him, knowing that Chenle meant what he said, “No. Guys leave her alone. Don’t make things weird. We’re going to be neighbors for the rest of the year, I don’t want to have to avoid her.”

“Avoid who?”

“Haechan, how many times did I tell you to give me that key back?” Renjun asked, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

“Too many.” Haechan shrugged, letting Mark close the door behind him. “You can have this one back though, I’ve got two more copies at my apartment.”

Renjun threw his hands in the air, “I give up.” He picked up his plate of leftovers, opting to sit at the bar next to Jaemin.

“Who are we avoiding though?” Mark asked, settling against the wall next to Chenle.

“Y/N.” Chenle said, giving Mark a knowing grin.

“Y/N? Wait isn’t that...?” Mark furrowed his eyebrows, sporting his signature confused face.

“Uh-huh.”

“Why are we avoiding her?” He asked, turning to Jisung, who had been awfully quiet.

“We’re not.” Jeno spoke up, finally shutting his laptop. “We just found out she’s our neighbor and Jisung doesn’t want us to do anything about it, cause he doesn’t want to avoid her.”

Haechan grinned, pulling out a glass and filling it up with water from the fridge. “So you still like her?”

“No.” There was an empty silence. “Yes.”

Jisung sighed at the commotion his confession caused.

“Well, don’t you think it’s our duty, as your friend, to help you out? After all, I feel like I am very invested in this budding relationship. I did help send the text that set things in motion.” Haechan boasted animatedly, accidently spilling some of his water, which he wiped up with this sock.

“No. I don’t think that it’s your duty. And please stay out of it?” He all but begged the rest of the boys. Much to his dismay, none of them looked like they were swayed.

Jaemin clapped his hands together standing up, “Okay, how about some neighborly cookies? Everyone likes cookies.”

Jeno rolled his eyes with a smile, but stood up anyways. “Sure I’m down, but no more of those peanut butter ones, those are shitty. Can’t we just do chocolate chip?”

Jaemin frowned, digging through the pantry cabinet. “You’re lucky we’re out of those. Chocolate chip it is.”

Haechan strolled towards Jisung, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “How about we get drafting then?” He snorted, “I think a nice love letter should do it.”

Jisung shoved him away with more force than necessary, “Get off me. And no. Stop it with the love letter thing, I was drunk and sad okay?”

Mark butted in before the two of them would really start fighting, “Actually I don’t think that’s a bad idea. I think she’d like that, like, slip it in with the cookies or something. Just say you’d like to see her again, and hang out.”

Renjun stood up, placing his dishes in the sink, “Dude this is why Jisung sent mixed signals in the first place, ‘i’d like to see you again’, ‘let’s hang out��. Can you get any more confusing than that?”

Mark frowned and cocked his head, opening his mouth to retort, but Haechan beat him to it. “Then what would you say Renjun? ‘Oh how beautiful your eyes compare to a midsummer’s eve. May I court you this evening?’”

Renjun glared at him. “You’re not funny. And no. I was going to say, just tell her it was a missed opportunity. That you’d like to take her out on a date now that you can.”

Jisung shook his head violently at the sound of that. “How am I supposed to do that? That’s way too straight forward, what if she says no?”

“Dude, she likes you. Remember? She sent you that text. And if her feelings aren’t there anymore then… well… I don’t know. But the chances are low.” Jeno tried to reassure him, not doing a very good job of it.

Jisung sucked a breath in, ultimately letting out a hissing noise.

“Trust me on this one Jisung. I make a mean cookie, we’ll just head over there later today and rekindle whatever you two have.” Jaemin cooed at the boy with a big smile.

“Right. Like I can trust all of you.” He muttered to himself, choosing to escape to the confines of his room.

“So… how was it?” Your roommate asked expectantly, a far change from the way she was speaking to you earlier.

You shrugged, “I dunno, he was nice I guess.” You shook your head. “I don’t know why you guys are all pushy on this stuff. Like I get it, but it’s weird trying to date someone that I’ve just met you know?”

Your roommate Alex just shook her head, waving you off. “Whatever, so did you like him or not? Is there gonna be a second date?”

You laughed at her, she was way too invested in your non-existent love life. “I don’t know, I think so. He was sweet and stuff, but like I said it’s weird.”

“Well, that’s the furthest you’ve gotten so far.” You sent her a glare. “I’m just saying. You always either end up leaving the date, or never seeing them again.”

“Shut up, I don’t-”

You were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Alex and you exchanged glances, you weren’t expecting anybody.

She stood up, grabbing the bat next to the door, that your mother insisted you bring, ‘just in case’.

You huffed, moving past her, “You know, you could just look through the peephole.” You leaned forward squinting into the door, only to find a group of boys that seemed your age.

“Who is it?”

You pulled back, tilting your head, “I don’t know, just a group of guys.”

You unlocked the door, peeking out through the crack slightly, and you were greeted very enthusiastically by the boy in front.

“Hi!” He grinned, showing off a perfect set of pearly whites. He was waving very aggressively with his free hand, the other seemed to be holding a plate of cookies. “I’m Jaemin! We’re neighbors.”

After his quick introduction he shoved the plate towards you, never letting the smile leave his face.

“Uh… hi?” You weren’t quite sure what to say.

Luckily Alex did, “Hi, I’m Alex and this is Y/N. That’s so sweet of you.” She smiled back, taking the plate from you. “Do you guys want to come in? We can crack them open right now.”

You stepped back, watching the trail of six- no seven guys just stroll into your apartment.

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself, closing the door softly behind the last boy.

“Hi Y/N.”

You looked up to see Jisung again, and you took a slight step back, startled at the sight.

“Jisung. Oh.” You barely let out.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to overstep or anything. The guys just wanted to meet you… all. They wanted to meet all of you… cause you’re our neighbors, and all…”

You blushed realizing that he had heard you comment, completely ignoring the way that Jisung was stumbling all over his words.

Haechan took no time in introducing himself, and taking the honor of introducing everyone else as well.

“I’m Haechan, this is Mark, Jeno, Chenle, and Renjun. You already know Jaemin, and I’m aware that you already know Jisung.” He grinned proudly after gesturing to each of the respective boys.

“Jisung?” Alex asked, eyebrows raised. You hadn’t told her about him. For one, it never came up, and secondly, it’s not like it was anything important now. That was years ago, you didn’t feel the need to inform her of every detail of your life, like him.

Haechan cocked his head, “Yeah. You didn’t know they knew each other?”

You furrowed your brows at him. “And how do you know that?”

Jisung shyly raised his hand next to you, embarrassed that he was outed for spilling the details to his friends. “Sorry, that would be my fault.”

You turned slightly, mouth dropping at his face, “Oh. I didn’t mean it like that. I..I- That came out wrong. I’m not mad or anything, I was just shocked.”

You bit your lip feeling guilty about the way he responded.

“Anyways.” Jaemin interrupted the awkward silence. “We just wanted to say hi and stop by. Maybe we can all hang out and stuff and be neighborly.”

He grinned, looking around at the group.

“Right.” You nodded slowly, “Thanks for the cookies, and it was nice meeting you all.” There was a forced smile on your face, but none of the boys seemed to notice or care.

Eventually the boys filtered out one by one, and you closed the door, sighing against it.

“They were nice.” Alex said, taking a bite in a cookie. “Oooh, and these are hella good.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, moving to sit on the couch.

“Why do you look like that? You don’t like them?” She asked, grabbing a glass for milk. “You and Jisung already know each other though. By the way, how do you know him?”

You rubbed your hand over his face. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, I have the rest of the day.” She sang back, taking a seat on the cushion next to you.

And so, now that Jisung was back in your life, you were left no choice to fill her in.

“Damn! That’s awkward as hell.” Her eyes were widened to the max.

“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t want them to feel super weird, cause you know, neighbors right? I just can’t believe my luck though.” You sighed leaning back, slouching down.

“Yeah, but do you like him though?” She asked, to which you whipped your head towards her.

“What?”

“Do you like him? I mean this could be really good for you. Actually it’s a win-win for everyone here. I can stop forcing you on blind dates and you can date the boy you’ve been pining after for years.” She shrugged like it was obvious.

“Okay, I have not been pining after him for years, and we’re not going to date just because I liked him two years ago. I mean, didn’t you get it from what I told you? He doesn’t like me.” You tried to shut her down.

“What are you talking about? Did you see him today? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.” You frowned at her observation. You didn’t remember it the way she did, every time you looked at him, which wasn’t that often, he was desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

“No he wasn’t.” You nevertheless blushed at the idea.

“Ooh, you’re blushing! Someone has a cru-ush!” She raised her voice, and you slapper her.

“Shut up, they’re right next door remember? They’re our neighbors.” She simply winked at you.

“And no I don’t.” You added as an afterthought.

The small restaurant was bustling with energy, something the boys loved.

“Dude, why haven’t we been here before?” Mark asked, eyes wide with excitement, smacking Haechan’s shoulder unnecessarily hard.

Haechan tried to move away from him, but to no avail.

“I told you, Jeno always said this place was pricey.” He muttered back, giving in when he realised Mark’s habit wasn’t disappearing anytime soon.

“We shouldn’t have trusted Jeno’s cheap ass.” Renjun snorted, “The prices here look decent.”

“Hey!” Jeno tried to defend himself. “I’m a college student, everything is expensive.”

Jaemin threw an arm over Jeno’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. “Let’s just grab a booth.”

As they trudged down the busy pathway, Jeno spotted a familiar face.

“Hey isn’t that Y/N?” Jeno asked, elbowing Jisung in the side. But Jisung was already aware of your presence, he had been the moment they stepped into the restaurant.

“Don’t point.” Renjun slapped the boy’s hand down.

“I wasn’t-”

“Shut up.”

“Wait… who’s that with her?” Jaemin asked the obvious, slurring his words at the end, as if just understanding the situation.

It seemed as if you were on a date, and Jisung’s heart dropped. It felt like his entire world came crashing down, like any and all hope he had in you went out the window.

Of course you would have a boyfriend, it’s been two years since you last talked, and it’s not like you were even an item. You texted for an hour.

Jisung closed his eyes for a second, but the picture was still searing in his brain. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he told you that he liked you.

“I guess we didn’t think about that. That she could have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I mean it has been two years.” Mark nodded, agreeing with Jaemin.

“Guys, not helping.” Renjun said between gritted teeth.

Jisung bit his lip, silently running over the image of you.

Is that your boyfriend? How long had you been dating? Was it after he ran into you? If he asked you out then, would that be him?

He had so many questions he wanted answered, but he would never get them.

Chenle pulled his arm roughly, trying to drag him into the booth. “Jisung you’re staring. Try not to make it so obvious.” He teased.

Jisung quickly averted his eyes, choosing to sit where he could watch you from his seat. His stomach felt queasy, maybe that was a bad idea. Suddenly he lost his appetite at the sight of you smiling so widely at something funny your date had said.

Mark glanced up from his menu, staring at Jisung who was now downing his water. He elbowed Haechan who was concentrating on the menu.

“Dude, say something.” He hissed at him, trying to get Haechan to lift the mood. But for some reason, today of all days, he wasn’t having it.

Haechan just shrugged, shaking his head, “What do you want me to do?” Then he went back to his menu.

Mark bit his lip nervously, feeling uncomfortable at the sight of Jisung so anxious. He shot a look at Renjun who understood and at least tried to spark up conversation.

“So Jeno, who’d you come here with again?” He asked, an attempt at diverting attention from the elephant in the room.

“Uhh… some girl…” Jeno mumbled back, blushing furiously.

“Jeno’s blushing!” Chenle shouted out, his loud voice carrying across the restaurant.

This had Jisung cracking a smile.

“Dude, not so loud.” Jeno groaned out, sinking into his seat. He turned to glare at Renjun, “Did you have to bring that up?”

Renjun shrugged, but sent a small apologetic smile. ‘Sorry’ he mouthed at the embarrassed boy.

You had Chenle to thank for alerting you of the group’s presence. You pulled away from your conversation with Lucas and craned your head to get a glimpse of your neighbors.

“Do you know them?” Lucas asked, following your gaze.

“Oh, yeah, they’re my neighbors.” You said back, tearing your eyes from their booth.

“Yikes, they’re kind of loud.” He chuckled, “That must be rough on you.”

You gave him a smile, accompanied by your own giggle. “Lucas, in case you didn’t notice, you’re loud.”

He let out a fake gasp, holding his hand against his chest, “Me?”

You laughed, “Lucas, on our first date you thought we had so many complaints about the ‘loud dude in the booth’ that they asked us to leave.”

He frowned, “It’s not my fault my voice carries. And I have a very pleasant laugh, they should’ve been happy to hear it.” He pouted, “But we got ice cream to make up for it.”

You bit your lip, holding back your grin at the memory. “Yeah and it was freezing out.” You paused watching his expression, “But it’s never too cold for ice cream, besides, I wouldn’t have gotten your jacket out of it. And by the way, I’m keeping it. It’s soft.”

He smiled widely, immediately agreeing with you. “I’m just gonna use that excuse to see you again.”

You returned his sentiment, it wouldn’t be all that bad to meet Lucas again. You seemed to enjoy yourself every time you met.

“Oh. Jisung, hey.” You let out surprised.

“Hi.” He smiled at you shyly, staring back at you.

“Hi.” You blushed at the awkward tension between the two of you.

You turned and locked the door quietly before facing your neighbor again. “I was just heading out.”

“Right.” He mumbled, retreating back towards his apartment.

“I was going to the bookstore to pick up some things…” You trailed off, watching his expression, “If you’d like to come…?”

You immediately regretted your offer, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment. “You don’t have to, that was-”

“Sure.”

You froze, quickly snapping your head to meet his gaze.

“I uhh… have some things to take care of too.” He stumbled over his words to accept your offer.

“Oh, okay.” You smiled shyly at your feet, a strange feeling in your stomach turning.

You nodded in the direction of campus, trudging forward slowly at first to let him catch up. Soon enough the two of you were keeping pace.

A few minutes passed before Jisung cleared his throat, “So what are you getting from the bookstore?”

You nodded to yourself, “I have a textbook I ordered. It’s ridiculous isn’t it? How insanely overpriced it is, and it’s not like it’s even possible to pass the class without it. I mean I’m paying enough for college, now I have to pay on top of that.” You took a breath and chuckled nervously, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to rant on you.”

Jisung grinned at the way you were so worked up, “No not at all. I totally agree. It’s a rip off, I mean why not just make it part of tuition, we’re paying enough as it is.”

You nodded, “Right? It’s not right to make it required, like I could totally pirate it online, but if the professors make our homework using the online site to turn it in, that’s not even an option.”

You sighed exasperated, and missed the look on Jisung’s face. He seemed to enjoy the way you raved on about something as simple as a textbook.

You paused at the sound of his laughter from beside you, and you turned to look at him with a smile, enjoying the sound.

It was a fifteen minute walk to campus, and another five to the bookstore. And before you knew it the building was looming over your heads.

Jisung jogged a few paces before you, reaching for the door. You paused, watching as he stood aside, holding the door for you.

You blushed, perhaps, as they say, chivalry isn’t dead. “Thank you.”

You reached your hand up, pressing your cold fingers against your burning cheeks, an attempt to chase away the color.

“So which class is it for?” He asked, looking around, and thankfully not noticing your heated face.

“Economics.” You replied, lifting your head in search of your department.

The two of you wandered around for a few more moments, not searching particularly hard for the book in question.

“Look, introduction to Korean Pop Music.” He laughed, pointing at the textbook. “Can you believe there’s a whole course on that?”

You smiled, looking. “I dunno, it seems interesting. Besides, there’s classes for classical music, and pop music, why not K-pop?”

He nodded back, giving you a glance.

“Here, economics.” You mumbled out, walking down the long corridor. You ran your fingers along the spines of all the books, stopping at the familiar title. “Jesus, 98 dollars.”

He frowned, sidling up next to you.

Sighing you reluctantly pulled the book off the shelf. “Ready?”

Jisung looked at you under heavy brows.

“You’re going to get it?”

“It comes with the online version. I mean I have to get the online portion, might as well get the hardcopy for free with it.” You nodded towards the check out, stepping towards the staircase.

He followed in suit, stuffing his hands in his pocket. He ran into your back after you stopped abruptly, suddenly remembering something.

“Oh, didn’t you have to get a book?”

Jisung’s eyes widened, “Oh yeah.” At that moment he reached out and grabbed what seemed to be a random book from the closest table, but you chose to ignore it.

He raised the book, and gave you a smile.

Your eyebrows shot up, “Introduction to the female reproductive system?”

Jisung suddenly turned very pale, as he tried to play it off. “Yeah, ummm… for my biology class.”

You grinned, nodding like you believed him. But you chose to continue up the stairs, unable to watch as his face contorted. While you weren’t looking he quickly flipped over the cover, gulping at the sight of the price.

“80 dollars?” But he shook it off, trudging after you.

“Anything else for you?” A boy around the same age as you was checking you out.

“Nope, that should be it.” You smiled, fumbling around with your purse to find your wallet.

“Economics huh? Are you a ManEcon major?” He asked, leaning towards you slightly, ignoring Jisung who had arrived nearby.

You looked up from your bag, “Huh? Oh, yeah ManEcon. You?”

Your hand was still deep in your back when he replied. “Same, I’m a Junior, I managed to switch in last year.”

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows, “Was it difficult?”

“No, I mean I knew I wanted to switch early on, so I already was taking the classes I needed.”

You nodded back, “That makes sense. Have you taken macro yet? I’m signed up this quarter but I’m a little nervous.”

“I had Zeggert last quarter, she was pretty good.” He smiled, nodding, “She likes it when people go into office hours, really tries to help.”

You cracked a smile of your own, “No way, I have Zeggert. Thank goodness, I’m definitely going to use her office hours a lot then.”

You took a moment to successfully dig out your wallet, sliding him your card.

“That’s good, well, I’m here basically all the time. So if you ever need help, you know where to find me.” He winked at you, returning the card.

You murmured out a quick thanks, and stepped aside to let Jisung pay for his books.

Jisung didn’t take long, and you noticed that he was particularly cold with the cashier, who in turn wasn’t nearly as friendly with him as he was with you.

“He was kind of flirting with you.” Jisung mumbled out, picking at the brand new spine of his unneeded textbook.

You glanced at him, stepping through the door that he once again held open, not knowing how to respond to him.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asked under his breath as you caught up beside him.

“What?” You shot him a puzzled look.

Jisung raised his eyebrows, “Your boy...friend?” He slowed his words, questioning them himself.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You let out, not pausing in your steps. The same couldn’t be said for Jisung.

He jogged slightly to catch up. “But your date…?”

“My date?” You asked, now choosing to stop and face him. You shook your head, confused, “What date?”

“The- the guy you were with at the restaurant Wednesday.” He studied the sidewalk intently, flustered at his confession.

“You saw me?” You leaned down slightly, trying to catch his gaze.

“I-uh… I mean I didn’t mean to watch you. But we just happened to go to that restaurant.” He mumbled, choosing to walk forward and escape the situation, but you quickly caught up.

“He’s not my boyfriend, I mean, we were on a date, but he’s not my boyfriend.” You felt the need to defend yourself, or at least clear things up. Although you didn’t know why you felt the need.

“Oh. A date.” He mumbled. He was overjoyed at the fact that you weren’t dating anyone, but couldn’t help but be disappointed at the mention of a date. From what he remembered, you seemed to be enjoying yourself then.

The silence grew until you reached your doorstep. It had taken Jisung fifteen minutes to decide, fifteen minutes to pluck up the courage he needed.

“How about a date with me?” Although he refused to meet your eyes, you felt the genuinity.

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WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh)

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot)

“another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU” - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise.

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now.. hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz)

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW) ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issues 4&5

its delphi time babey

I'm sorry but drift & co look like such fuckin nerds on their scooter things on the cover lmaooo

oh god. seeing the first page just reminded me of how horribly confused i was for this whole little arc the first time i read it. i was like ok, who are all these new characters, and also why does everyone look so similar

anyways now i now what's going on. i love first aid

love the running continuity of rung being the literal only psychologist on cybertron (except for fr*id but that's later). no wonder everyone's fucked up they all have to share a single therapist

ok i find it extremely funny that first aid was demoted from doctor to nurse, as if that's a thing that happens EVER - I mean it'd be one thing if first aid was a nurse practitioner (which i doubt is a position that exists here), at least that demotion would make sense, but like...the doctors i work with don't know how to do most nurse stuff (like BP, cathing, vaccinations, hell even using some of the thermometers - that's all stuff nurses/etc do), so demoting one to a nurse would be a disaster (just like promoting a really good nurse to a doctor would be a bad idea). anyways i know I'm being pedantic but it Be like that when you work in the medical field and read something that has medicine-related stuff in it

i love swerve giving ratchet the tiniest free drink ever lmaooo

is that skids being a rowdy drunk in the bg lmaoooo

unironically i love medical statistics. keep it comin

i love magnus’s giant sternal chestpiece thing. its like a bird’s sternum but without the massive pec muscles attached

i love magnus and rodimus’s dynamic so much

oh pipes....im so sorry but this fun space adventure is going to be not so much fun for you

ratchets ideologies are certainly interesting, and i liked seeing how they changed over the course of the story

drift: why would i be SCARED of the DJD, I've got a SWORD, two swords even,

hvbhajkhfbsdjkf pipes really said ‘oi, you two - what's this, then?’ that's the most british fucking thing, that's literally something i say when I'm doing an overexaggerated british accent, oh my god,

PIPES IS SUCH A TINY DUMBASS. ILY SIR BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

aaaand now you're covered in dead bodies, pipes. look at your life, look at your choices

drift epic sword moments

drift confirmed for the kinda weird guy who has katanas that he uses to like, cut up fruit and water bottles in his backyard while rodimus films him

‘i thought i heard...bickering’ lmaooooo

ah, so its covid

this arc is how i feel working in healthcare lmaooo especially now that i probably have covid

so rewind condensed the entire war into an 11 second long cringe compilation. nice

seeing the mechanical stuff past tailgate’s visor is so cool

poor tailgate, this guy is getting slammed with history from multiple sides. and like, bias is inevitable in ANY sort of recounting of events, especially controversial historical events, so poor tg just kinda has to take it all in and decide who to listen to

that’s...not really how immunity works, guys. also, you shouldn't be exposed to so much disease with proper ppe usage

is there even such thing as ppe in the transformers universe?? there are fluid- and contact-transmitted illnesses, so there SHOULD be

is there even OSHA in this universe??????? unbelievable

first aid, holding a giant fucking claw clamp: we haven't tried EVERYTHING............

first aid read a human wikihow article on how to jumpstart a car and took notes

i love tailgate’s ‘mom says its my turn on the xbox’ pose

tailgate has a point - he’s from pre-war times, where things weren't as grey so of course he would try to divide the two sides into ‘good guys’ and ‘bad guys’

CYCLONUS BE NICE DONT HIT UR FUTURE HUSBAND

go get some character development and then maybe you'll feel better

seeing the word quarantine is making me twitchy w/my possible month-long complete isolation quarantine on the horizon

drift pulling his swords on pipes and ratchet pushing down drift’s arms...lmao

poor pipes...even tho this is completely his fault, its still rough

also jesus, pharma and ratchet look so goddamn similar, reading this was so confusing the first time around

drifts idea of subduing pipes involves turning into a cool car and also posing with his sword

also. never gonna be over drift’s massive thighs. jesus man

ooof now drift has the rona. ouch

poor drift, his covid realization is getting overshadowed by pharma being flung around

first aid bustin thru w/the epic medical nipple clamps and some Big Boi Backup

ok that's an epic pre-beatdown speech from fort max right there, daym

im just gonna continue on w/issue 5 now for continuity’s sake. yay!

the cover of tailgate in magnus’s autobot school is so cute

and we open with an incredible shot of fort max str8 up ripping a guy in half. i mean, to be fair, he DID just give an epic speech about how much he was gonna do that, and he certainly followed thru

yeahhhhh, fort max is not doing so well atm

when he puts that dudes head in his chest vent thing and then snaps it shut....man

also i fucking LOVE when their faces are shaded all in black w/only the eyes/mouth fully drawn...fantastic stuff

ratchet: phew i am not equipped to deal w/this level of Fucked Up Mental Trauma. u good m8?

ratchet is already writing up a referral to rung for fort max as this is happening

drift is just laying on the ground dying like, oh hey yeahh I'm still here too

i fucking love when punctuation is drawn in story - like here where first aid has a little ? over his head....fav

ratchet holding drifts hand ;_;

ok tbh ambulon having switched sides 10 yrs ago is wild bc like, 10 years is barely any time for these guys, especially in a war that lasted 4 million years. that would be like a human switching sides in a war like, 3 months before it ends. probably. i sense some math bs, I'm just extrapolating here

all that mexican standoff shit is going down and first aid is just like But That's None Of My Business

ah so ambulon is an asymptomatic carrier

and there's first aid with the save! iconic

pharma calling ratchet ‘buddy’ hbvakjdsbfhkasdf

ooooh i love that they figured it out - and i love that twist, that transforming is what triggers the start of symptoms. remember when drift turned into a cool car? yep

s/o to Ambulon Transformers for helping me in my medical terminology courses, bc now ill always remember: Leg(tm)

also this explanation makes a ton more sense (in universe, at least) than the whole ‘i guess we as medical staff have been exposed to enough Germz that we’re more immune to this or something’ theory

ah, i love the meaningless (to me) alien robot medical jargon

drift and ratchet hhhhhhhhh

‘I'm too wide’ fort max L O R G E

also once again drift is forgotten in favor of a bunch of other dramatic stuff happening vbhjksdfbjhskdf

godddd i love tailgates little flashbacks where we see how Important and Special he is, complete with his ‘bomb disposal’ arm label...augh its so good!

and tailgate’s autopedia page even reflects his lies! like, did tailgate go edit that first thing upon waking up??? seriously, I'm fascinated by tailgate’s meticulous dedication to his fake life

also the fact that ultra magnus believes everything he read on autopedia is amazing lmao

ultra magnus: you think somebody would just go on the internet and tell lies?

fuckgin love magnus’s long ass name/title placard

tailgate hvbahjkdfbjhaskf i mean, he’s gotten the abridged version of everything else, of course he would assume that’d be the case here too...but not on magnus’s watch

magnus cant even say ‘fun’ hvukdasdbjfkjsadf i love my uptight law dad

love rung implying that upon questioning, he would easily divulge a patient’s name and maybe even information about said patient’s treatment while under him....love the disregard for patient confidentiality and hipaa in general

not that hipaa seems to exist here, at least not in a fully realized form

also i mean the above genuinely, i think rung’s tendency towards at least slight malpractice is very interesting

poor red alert....super bad luck that HE was the guy to get roped up in that overlord business

I'm glad that, at the very least, red alert was able to prove that he was Actually hearing something to rung, rather than get brushed off completely

god magnus and tailgate’s interactions are golden

also tg is much more sarcastic/quippy than anyone gives him credit for tbh

‘thought warfare,’ ultra magnus says with complete seriousness. god i fucking love this comic

now i can tell pharma apart from ratchet bc pharma has let his true Petty Bitch nature emerge and you can see it in his expressions

the whole ‘tarn is addicted to transforming’ thing didn't really go anywhere, right? i feel like i noticed that on my second readthru as well

also pharma is such an interesting character given the context of him like, trying to strike a bargain w/the djd to keep them from destroying delphi, but that arrangement inevitably kinda making him lose it as the situation escalates. he’s also just really entertaining bc i feel like he kins the joker or st and probably gets into really heated arguments w/people on twitter about just abt anything

‘sound bomb’ i love this comic

another important facet of pharma’s character becomes clear around this time as well - how he’s really into ratchet. i also choose to read them as awful exes tbh, it makes their dynamic even more entertaining

‘killmaster, with the wand’ is one of my favorite running remarks lmao

also, was killmaster even a character before mtmte? or, if he was, was he an important one? it would crack me up the most if he literally didn't exist at all, but any way you spin it is still funny

ratchet’s tiny humansona facing off against pharma is wild

‘I'm miles from anyone i truly care about’ brutal, ratchet, drift is dying like 2 floors away (im p sure)

SUDDENLY DRIFT IS HERE, ACTUALLY

oh don't worry first aid, that sure isn't the last we’ll be seeing of pharma

so like, did first aid save everyone by posting that data log to his wreckers fan blog or something? lmao love it

i love the pretty fucked up reveal of ratchet having stolen pharma’s hands. like, damn dude.

and that wraps up the delphi arc! our first true ‘arc’ of mtmte, and a fantastic one at that. short and snappy and fresh, with some very clever writing and cool new characters, and a lot of great plot threads to be picked up later. plus, we got to see the beginnings of drift and ratchet’s whole thing (and ratchet and pharmas whole thing). and the lost light gets some much needed extra medical staff, so everyone wins!

well, we’ll see how fort max feels about this all pretty soon.....

#lj rereads mtmte #love me some delphi

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BEFORE anything else, first I am going to introduce to all of you who am I. By the way guys I am GUIAN KYLE TAMAYAO LINGAT, the youngest son of MRS. OLIVIA TAMAYAO LINGAT AND MR. CHRISTOPHER MORA LINGAT. I am already 16 years of age my date of birth is February 9, 2004 please mark it on your calendar cause I am willing nor starting to accept gifts and gratitudes already, IT'S A PRANK. WHAT is the first thing that comes into your mind everytime you will hear the word music? Maybe for some you'll say hey lil boy your such an emotional one but for me guys music suits me within my soul it is my own avenue to release my unsaid thoughts.

I just want to show you my greatest hero of all time. THIS IS MY MOTHER OLIVIA MORA LINGAT, I may not show you how I loved you so much cause I am not that expressive type of person but deep within me I owe you my life, I am doing the best I could so that soon in God's perfect time I will gonna treat you wherever you want, we will gonna travel those countries you wanted to go to. I love you so much mom. I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT I AM A MAMA'S BOY.

As we go on into my life this is my brother the elder one, his name is LESTER IVES TAMAYAO LINGAT, 20 yrs. old taking up Bachelor of Science in Nursing at St. Paul University Philippines. This boy is a musically inclined person too like me, he is my model that's why I also loved music too, he knows how to sing play different instruments, during his highschool days he is also a radio broadcaster of our official school paper named "ANG BAGWIS", but the best thing is he is my partner in crime. Everytime I do thing's that is not abide by the law's of our parents he is the first one who will know it like for example when the time that I did not go to school for the reason that I have played DOTA he knows it already.

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Guide questions:

1. Where do I see myself 10 years from now? Is my learning at SPUP vital to where I'm leading to?

I see myself 10 years from now as a professional Social worker, cause I WANT TO have or to make a good communication between people to people and also to reach out their mental state cause I know that MENTAL STABILITY IS MUST! during this days wherein depression, anxiety, panick attack's is very rampant. So should I help in my own simple ways to fill the world with love not hate, understanding not misunderstanding, freedom not judgement. So we can make a world a better and brighter place again.

And I know that ST. PAUL UNIVERSITY PHILIPPINES is very suitable for the course that I want cause we all know that this school have a mission and vision for the community in for the whole world.

2. Was HUMMS the best choice after all?

I choose HUMMS or HUMANITIES AND SOCIAL SCIENCES for the reason that this strand is the most suitable one on what I want to become 10years from now. From the word Humanities and Social Sciences it is more focus about the people and it's community, focus also more on social issues that the country or the world was facing in, also it focus on the abide laws of the country and the world. So if you want to become one better choose

HUMANITIES AND SOCIAL SCIENCES.

3. What course will you take in college and why?

Bachelor of Science in Social Work, cause I want to help people by empowering their human rights for the reason that in this society that were living in 60% of the mortality rate is those people who are deprived by their rights as a human being not an animal.

4. what topic would you like to learn more about this subject?

I like to learn more on how can I be able to jive in the emerging and re emerging trends in technology in order for me to become updated in the social world.

5. What the corona virus has taught you about life.

The thing that I have learned during this pandemic is that I should value life, we should value life to the fullest of our ability because we don't know how long can we live in this worldly body, we don't know how long can we still make memories with our love one's, we don't know how long can we still continue life.

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BLOGPOST2 Techo-Grama

According to a study 90% if the world's population uses smart phones for their daily consumptions. Smart phones makes the lives easier and more accessible everywhere and anywhere. I choose to feature this one because base on my experiences while using this gadget or form of technology it makes my life more easier and accessable base on my day to day consumptions. It also makes us to connect into the world. It also gives us some sort of entertainment most specially that during these days we face the vast emergence of pandemic. Lastly, it gives us information such as news that we will gonna use for daily life.

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MOVIE CROMA

TITLE: "FIVE FEET APART"

PLOT SUMMARY

Stella Grant is a chronically ill teen with cystic fibrosis (CF). She’s been in and out of hospitals for lengthy treatments most of her life. A rule-follower and control freak, Stella is careful to take her medications on time and do whatever is needed to maintain her treatment regimen. Only then can she hope for a lung transplant.

She maintains a website through which tens of thousands of viewers follow her journey. Her friend, Poe, who also has CF, is a patient at the same hospital. They communicate frequently, but often via text. Individuals with CF must remain 6 feet apart at all times to avoid sharing life-threatening germs.

Will Newman is a new patient at the hospital. His wealthy mother has arranged for him to participate in clinical trials all over the world. Nothing has helped. Will’s problem is worse than Stella’s and Poe’s. On top of CF, he has a condition called B. cepacia, which will deplete his lung function rapidly. This condition makes him ineligible for a lung transplant and far more dangerous to other CF patients.

Will’s mother has signed him up for another trial at this hospital, but Will has given up on getting better. He’s days from turning 18. When he’s a legal adult, his mother can no longer force him into treatments. He ignores his prescribed medications and bides his time until he can leave the hospital.

Shortly after Will arrives, he lets his friends Jason and Hope use his hospital room for sex. Stella dislikes the way Will spurns the rules, and she ignores him. Despite their initial animosity, the two develop an interest in one another.

Stella convinces Will to give this new B. cepacia treatment a fair shot. She helps him set up his pills and creates alarms to remind them to take their medications and exercise together. They roam the hospital whenever they can get past Nurse Barb, but they’re always cautious to keep the 6 feet of distance between them.

Will learns Stella is still grieving the death of her older sister and best friend, Abby. Abby died a year ago in a diving accident. Stella blames herself; she was supposed to go on the trip but had a CF flare up and backed out. Stella’s parents have divorced under the strain of one daughter’s death and another’s chronic illness. When Stella develops an infection during her stay in the hospital, Will tries to comfort her in the way Abby once did.

Stella and Will attempt to “date” from 6 feet apart. She invites Poe, her friends and Will’s friends to a secret 18th birthday party for Will at the hospital. They enjoy the time until Barb catches on and shuts them down. Readers learn Barb watched a pair of young lovers with CF die years earlier because they ignored their 6-foot boundaries.

In an uncharacteristic act of rebellion against CF, Stella decides to “take back” a foot the illness has stolen from her and Will. She decides that if they’re very careful to keep themselves disinfected and wear sterile gloves, they can maintain a distance of 5 feet instead of 6. Stella carries around a pool stick, 5 feet in length, so she and Will can gauge their boundary.

Poe dies suddenly, leaving Stella to grieve for another person close to her. When Will and Stella escape from the hospital for a date one night, Stella gets a text saying new lungs have arrived for her. She doesn’t respond to the text because she wants nothing more than to be with Will.

When Stella falls through ice on a frozen pond, Will is forced to give her CPR. He’s afraid she won’t be able to accept the new lungs because he’s poisoned her with his B. cepacia. The doctors follow through with the lung surgery, but Will realizes he has to get away from Stella so she will have a chance to live a healthy life. He packs up and leaves the hospital.

Eight months later, Stella’s new lungs are working well, and she’s enjoying good health. Will and a friend are off to Italy when they see Stella and her friends in the airport. The girls are preparing to board the same flight. Will looks tired and carries oxygen while Stella is breathing well with her new lungs. They smile at each other from 5 feet apart.

CHRISTIAN BELIEFS

None

OTHER BELIEF SYSTEMS

Will tells Stella he believes there is nothing after death but the big sleep.

AUTHORITY ROLES

Stella’s concerned parents have recently divorced. Both feel burdened by Stella’s illness and the death of their other daughter, Abby. They get back together in the end. Will feels his mother is overbearing in her efforts to get him medical help, but he realizes she does it out of love. Barb militantly tries to keep Stella and Will apart. She witnessed a deadly tragedy years earlier when two CFers in love didn’t mind their physical boundaries.

Origin

Cystic fibrosis (CF) is an inherited disorder that causes severe damage to the lungs, digestive system and other organs in the body.

Guide questions

1. What life lessons can be learned from the movie?

It shows us that we should learn to value life and live our lives to the fullest because we don't know how long can we lived in this worldly body. It also shows us that love is the most powerful thing in this world, no hindrance can make a boundaries for two people who are in loved.

2. What part of the story told by the movie was the most powerful? Why?

For me I would choose the time when stella's friend poe died because of cystic fibrosis. Poe becomes the bridge for stella and will to become connected on each other and when poe died it becomes a mere reflection on the part of will and stella that life is a matter of choices whether we lived and take risk or die without doing anything.

3. Who was your favorite character in the movie? Why?

A. Stella, for the reason that she have shown an embodiment of a strong woman despite of the obstacles in life.

B. Will, for the reason that he have shown that even you are the loneliest and alone person in this world you can still be loved.

C. Poe, for the reason that he have shown that in this life we have living in it is our choice to live to the fullest with happiness in our hearts or die with nothing.

4. Did anything that happened in the movie remind you of something that has occurred in your own life or that you have seen occur to others.

Maybe, that part when Stella uplifted Will's mindset that he can do something to be cured from cystic fibrosis. In my own experiences my brother suffered from depression there are times that he wanted to give up everything even his life but I am the one who uplifts him I always tells him that he can and he will eve. though life sometimes become harsh on us always remember that in every storm there will always be a rainbow.

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TITLE: "COCO"

PLOT SUMMARY

In Santa Cecilia, Mexico, Miguel dreams of becoming a musician, even though his family strictly forbids it. His great-great-grandmother Imelda was married to a man who left her and their daughter Coco to pursue a career in music, and when he never returned, Imelda discarded all forms of music from her family's life before starting a shoemaking business. Miguel now lives with the elderly Coco and their family, including Miguel's parents and grandmother, who are all shoemakers. Coco suffers from memory loss and has become largely non-verbal, but Miguel is very close to her. Miguel secretly idolizes famed musician Ernesto de la Cruz and practices his guitar skills using Ernesto's old films. On the Day of the Dead, Miguel accidentally damages the picture frame that holds a photo of Coco with her mother and her father (the latter's face torn off the picture) on the family ofrenda, discovering that a hidden section of the photograph shows his great-great-grandfather holding Ernesto's famous guitar. Miguel, concluding that Ernesto is his great-great-grandfather, ignores his family's objections and decides to enter the local talent show.

Breaking into Ernesto's mausoleum, Miguel takes his guitar to use in the show, but once he strums it, he becomes invisible to everyone in the village plaza. However, he can interact with his skeletal deceased relatives, who are visiting from the Land of the Dead for the holiday. Taking him back with them, they learn that Imelda cannot visit, since Miguel accidentally removed her photo from the ofrenda. Miguel discovers that he is cursed for stealing from the dead, and must return to the Land of the Living before sunrise, or he will become one of the dead; to do so, he must receive a blessing from a member of his family. Imelda offers Miguel a blessing on the condition of ending his dream of becoming a musician, but Miguel refuses and resolves to seek Ernesto's blessing instead.

He meets Héctor, who declares that he knows Ernesto, offering to help Miguel reach him in return for Miguel taking his photo back with him, so that he might visit his daughter before she forgets him, causing him to disappear completely. Héctor helps Miguel enter a talent competition to win entry to Ernesto's mansion, but Miguel's family tracks him down, forcing him to flee. Miguel sneaks into the mansion, where Ernesto welcomes him as his descendant, but Héctor confronts them, again imploring Miguel to take his photo to the Land of the Living. Ernesto and Héctor renew an argument from their partnership in life, and Miguel realizes that when Héctor decided to leave to return home to his family, Ernesto robbed him of his guitar and songs after poisoning him, passing them off as his own to become famous. To protect his legacy, Ernesto seizes the photo and has his security guards throw Miguel and Héctor into a cenote pit. There, Miguel discovers that Héctor is his actual great-great-grandfather, and Coco's father. Héctor only wanted to go to the Land of the Living so he could see Coco again.

After Imelda and the family rescue the duo, Miguel reveals the truth about Héctor's death. Imelda and Héctor slowly reconcile, and the family infiltrates Ernesto's concert to retrieve Héctor's photo. Ernesto's crimes are exposed to the audience, who jeer at him as he is flung out of the stadium by Imelda's alebrije, Pepita. Ernesto is then trapped under a giant bell, recreating the circumstances of his death; in the chaos, however, Miguel loses Héctor's photo. As the sun rises, Coco's memories are fading; Imelda and Héctor bless Miguel, so that he can return home. After Miguel plays "Remember Me", a song that Héctor wrote for Coco, which Ernesto used as his number one hit, Coco brightens and sings along with Miguel. She reveals that she had saved the torn-off piece of the family photo with Héctor's face on it, and then tells her family stories about her father, thus saving his memory as well as his existence in the Land of the Dead. Miguel's family reconciles with him, ending the ban on music.

One year later, Miguel shows his new baby sister the family ofrenda, which now includes Héctor and a recently deceased Coco. Coco's collected letters from Héctor reveal Ernesto's plagiarism, tarnishing his legacy and allowing Héctor to be rightfully honored in his place. In the Land of the Dead, Héctor and Imelda rekindle their romance and join Coco for a visit to the living, where Miguel performs for his family.

Guide Questions

1. What life lessons can be learned from the movie?

The story showed us that the family is very vital part of the society, so we should be able to learn to respect, give importance to the memories we have with our family because not even death can replace those memories we have.

2. What part of the story told by the movie was the most powerful? Why?

The most powerful part of the story is when after a long journey of miguel, he finds out that ernesto dela cruz his not really his great great grandfather and his real grandfather was the guy that he meet and be friended in the land of the living and the piece "Remember Me" was not truly written by ernesto dela cruz rather it is written by hector his great great grandfather to become a lullaby for his baby coco, and coco is the grandmother of miguel and he calls her "mama coco"

3. Who was your favorite character in the movie? Why?

For me it is miguel for the reason that he did not stop to find his ancestors and bring back the light and happiness inside the family. Also he brings back he families trust towards music.

4. Did anything that happened in the movie remind you of something that has occurred in your own life or that you have seen occur to others.

The thing that strucks me the most is when miguel can still give importance on the things that his great great grandfather left to them and that is the song "remember me", on my part even though I did not see my grandfather through his things and memories that he have with his family I adore him a lot and he will not be forgotten.

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PLOT SUMMARY

In 1985, Queen prepares to take the stage at Bob Geldof's benefit concert Live Aid at Wembley Stadium. Back in 1970, "Freddie" Farrokh Bulsara works as a baggage handler at Heathrow Airport and lives with his parents and sister. Freddie goes to a pub to see the band Smile. Seeking them out after the show, Freddie is attracted to Mary Austin and learns that she works at the boutique Biba. Freddie finds drummer Roger Taylor and guitarist Brian May and learns that their lead singer, Tim Staffell just quit. Freddie offers himself as a replacement and impresses them with his vocal ability.

Freddie goes to Biba, encounters Mary, and they become a couple. With Freddie as the lead singer and new bassist John Deacon, the band plays pub gigs across Britain. Freddie urges them to think bigger and sell their van to finance a record album. As they work in a studio late at night, an A&R rep from EMI asks engineer Roy Thomas Baker for demos.

Freddie changes the band's name to Queen and his name to Freddie Mercury. They sign with John Reid, Elton John's manager, and land a U.S. tour. Paul Prenter, who is attracted to Freddie, manages Queen's daily schedule. An appearance on Top of the Pops gives Queen their first hit, "Killer Queen". Freddie proposes to Mary, but during the band's sold-out U.S. tour, he begins questioning his sexuality.

In 1975, Queen record their fourth album, A Night at the Opera, but quit EMI when executive Ray Foster refuses to release the six-minute song "Bohemian Rhapsody" as the album's lead single. Freddie conspires with radio DJ Kenny Everett to debut the song on his program. Despite mixed reviews, "Bohemian Rhapsody" becomes a global hit. Following a world tour, Freddie begins an affair with Paul and comes out to Mary as bisexual. She counters that he is gay and they break up but remain close friends.

Tensions arise in the band over Paul's influence over Freddie. In 1980, after a lavish party at his home, Freddie is attracted to a server, Jim Hutton, who tells Freddie to find him when he learns self-acceptance. Paul encourages Reid to persuade Freddie to go solo, but when the idea offends Freddie, Paul feigns ignorance and Freddie fires Reid without consulting the band. Despite the increasing strain, Queen continues to produce hits, with "We Will Rock You" and "Another One Bites the Dust", and their lawyer, Jim "Miami" Beach, takes over management. At a press conference for the 1982 album Hot Space, reporters exasperate Freddie with questions about his personal life and sexuality.

Freddie's relationship with the band sours further after the music video for "I Want to Break Free" backfires and he signs a $4 million solo deal with CBS Records. He records his 1984 album Mr. Bad Guy in Munich, engages in drugs and gay orgies with Paul, and starts to realize he's unwell. Mary, now married and pregnant, visits unexpectedly and urges Freddie to return to Queen and participate in Live Aid. Realizing that Paul withheld this news and has been a corrosive influence, Freddie severs ties with him. In retaliation, Paul goes public about Freddie's sexual escapades.

Freddie returns to London to reconcile with the band and persuade them to play at Live Aid at the last minute. With AIDS spreading worldwide, Freddie learns that he is infected. He reveals his condition to the band but brushes off their sympathy, wishing to make music and performing for however long he has left. The band embrace in solidarity. On the day of Live Aid, Freddie reconnects with Jim Hutton, Mary, and his family, and heeds his father's Zoroastrian maxim, "Good thoughts, good words, good deeds". Freddie and the band are in top form at Live Aid, performing "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Radio Ga Ga", "Hammer to Fall" and "We Are the Champions", and helping increase donations during the event.

The film ends with graphics explaining Freddie's death in 1991 at age 45, how the band hosted the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert in his honor, and that Freddie remained friends with Mary and had a loving relationship with Hutton for the remainder of his life.

Guide Questions

1. What life lessons can be learned from the movie?

It showed up that no matter high you go throughout your life if you forgotten where you came from there will be a time for your downfall.

2. What part of the story told by the movie was the most powerful? Why?

By the time when fredy mercury suffered from many circumstances in life but he still manages to live his life to the fullest of time that he have. It all showed up that in nothing is constant in this world except to your family even if you neglect them a lot of times in your life they will still accept you at your lost.

3. Who was your favorite character in the movie? Why?

A. Fredy Mercury why? because despite of the hardships in life he still manage to live it to the fullest he still manage to create a music that will depict his life story.

B. His Family they showed that even everything in your life has changed they will still be the one who will stay even at your lost they will never leave your side.

4. Did anything that happened in the movie remind you of something that has occurred in your own life or that you have seen occur to others.

The thing that strucks me the most is when everyone leaves fredy mercury alone and when he realizes that he have gone too far of his life and forgot where he came from he still manage to ask for forgiveness on the things that he have committed to them. Just like me I commit mistakes in my life but I can still manage to ask for forgiveness to the things that I have done.

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ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT LIFE IS MATTER OF CHOICES IT IS FOR US TO CHOOSE.

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY!

GodSpeed Everyone

A Dios•Fin•

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sethrine-writes · 5 years

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Daughter of a Devil - Ch. 1

Main Characters: Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words: 1032

Warnings: Silliness

Summary: Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a hoard of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N: With my love for the DMC universe rekindled, I’ve decided to bring back a fic that I wrote many years ago, edited to make it an even better experience. I am so, so excited to be able to start posting this thing!

Thank you to my dear friends for hyping me up and encouraging me into getting this thing going. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

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Chapter 1 - Don’t Touch (5 yrs.)

Being at the ripe age of five, your curiosity about the things around you was at an all-time high. Cognitively, you were understanding things much better, and you were taking an even more hands-on approach to observing everyday objects as well as just about anything that caught your interest.

It just so happened that your father was a demon hunter, and he had quite a few interesting things to play with around the shop.

“Daddy! What does this thingy do?”

At your question, Dante glanced up from his magazine, quickly reaching out and snatching the swirling, orb shaped object from your grasp. It was a bit of a souvenir from his latest hunt, something quite valuable that held quite a bit of power.

To you, though, it was shiny, and the inside of the orb changed colors and moved when you held it.

“Don’t touch, Squirt. This isn’t for little hands.”

You poked out your bottom lip as you watched your father place the orb back on its small pedestal upon his desk, looking down at your hands a moment later as you opened and closed them in observation.

Daddy didn’t know what he was talking about – your hands weren’t even that small!

Giving a little huff, you jumped down from your perch on your father’s desk in search of something else to look at, the cluttered and somewhat messy room full of opportune items for you to observe and mess with. The process of playing with such items continued for another half hour as, one by one, Dante took away everything you had found, proclaiming the same thing every time as he stashed the wonders away from your grabby fingers.

“Don’t touch!”

After the fifth or sixth item, the last one being what looked like a shrunken head with a glowing tassel hanging from its hair, Dante had apparently had enough of your defiant mood. He proceeded to pick you up, moving toward the couch and placing you right in the middle. He then crouched until he was eye-level with you, eyes slightly narrowed and lips pulled tight in a serious look.

“That’s it, Squirt. Time out. Fifteen minutes.”

Your lip quivered as he continued to stare you down, but your hurt expression didn’t change his serious one, so you looked away with a petulant whine and crossed your arms, angry pout in place to show your extreme form of distaste with your situation. Dante sighed, but said nothing more as he moved back to the chair behind his desk, taking up his magazine once more and throwing his feet up upon the wooden surface as he reclined.

You, in turn, proceeded to pout for the duration of your punishment, huffing as you attempted to entertain yourself. In that time, you kicked your feet, stared at the ceiling, blew dust from the arm of the couch, sat upside down, and did whatever else you could think of while being stuck by the law of your father. Being placed on the couch was a form of containment, and attempting to leave before Dante said otherwise promised a longer punishment.

You had learned your lesson after the first three times and knew better than to try to escape.

After what felt like forever to your five-year-old mind, Dante stood from his chair, his boots thumping against the wooden floor almost ominously with each step until he stopped before you and crouched once more. With a gentle hand, he reached out and tapped the underside of your chin to gain your attention, ensuring your gaze was on him.

“You understand why you were put here, don’t you?”

Defiantly, you shook your head side to side, but a firm look from your father had you shrugging then reluctantly nodding your head a bit guiltily.

“I was playing with things I wasn’t s’posed to. But I was just looking!”

“And touching, and shaking, and very nearly setting the curtains on fire, but hey, no big, right?”

His sarcasm had an adverse effect, and your lip was trembling once again as you fought off tears.

“I-I jus’ wanted to know wh-what those things were.”

Dante gave a sigh through his nose as his gaze softened, the smallest lilt of a smile reaching his lips. He reached out and ran a gentle hand through your hair, easing your near-breakdown to basic sniffles.

“I know you’re curious, Squirt, but you don’t need to touch Daddy’s things, or you might get hurt. Remember what happened to that lady that came in the other day?”

You sniffled as you wiped at the unshed tears clinging to your lashes, nodding at the memory of a very loud, very rude woman that messed with something hanging on the wall that she really shouldn’t have. Who knew there was so much blood in a grown-up’s neck?

“I don’t want you to get hurt in any way, alright? I know the things that I bring home seem cool, but they can be dangerous, too. Don’t touch them, unless I say otherwise. Got it?”

You frowned, but gave a reluctant nod of your head. Dante’s smile grew a bit wider as he ruffled at the silver strands of your hair, your small hands coming up to push him away with a grumpy whine. Even so, a small grin was slowly forming on your face.

“There we go, we got a smile, after all! So, you hungry? I think we got some pizza left from yesterday in the fridge.”

Your smile grew as you nodded vigorously; you had grown accustomed to eating pizza almost every other day and quite enjoyed anything that had cheese and pepperoni on it.

Dante stood then and moved into the kitchen, raiding the fridge for the treat he had mentioned, partly because it was past lunchtime, and partly to get on your good side, once more. Just as he pulled out the grease-stained cardboard box, there was a loud crashing noise that sounded quite similar to glass breaking coming from the front office. Silence followed for a few beats before the shriek of some hell-creature pierced the air, followed by your startled scream.

“Daddy!”

“Damnit, I told you not to touch anything!”

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante sparda #reader #Daughter of a Devil #devil may cry dante

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perfectlyimperfect9416 · 4 years

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If ya wanted to know 💁

From the time I was born - I was neglected by my biological mother.

I was sexually assaulted when I was 7. (Something I've never told my family.)

I was emotionally & mentally abused by family, and 'friends'

When I was in 3rd AND 4th grade, someone tried to abduct me. I was scared of black smaller cars for years. I told my parents, and they were pissed I went to a friend's house instead of going home. To an empty house. They were pissed I went somewhere safe.

Because of the abuse - I started self harming. In the beginning it was just taking a ton of tylonal. Like...half a bottle a day, and hardly eating. It turned to day drinking, to self harm, to not eating, to drugs to self harm again.

I got fed up. I left home at 16. The cops tried to get me to atleast go to school. But I could not find a damn reason to get off the drugs, or cutting.

I was physically abused from 16-17.

I had a miscarriage because of the physical abuse. ( Which is something I have only told very few close people in my life, I never told my sister when she had hers and she yelled in my face ' YOU DONT KNOW HOW IT FEELS'. I didn't tell my best friend for years. I never did, and never will tell my dad.)

I told the guy, out of respect, and he told me he'd kill me. He'd come to OUR town and shoot me.

I moved in with my grandparents, got smacked across my face by my grandmother.

I left her place, and not long after I got pregnant with my now 7 yr old.

I got into a relationship that I thought was going to be my last. And got pregnant with my now 5 yr old ~ we broke up when I was like..2-3 months pregnant.

I hardcore relapsed. I ate only as much as I had to for the baby. I was able to hide all my cuts from drs.

2.5/3 years later, as my heart healed, and I didn't feel like absolute crap constantly, I decided ' hey! How much harm could a new guy do? ' I must have asked too damn soon.

This guy was so physically, mentally, sexually, and verbally abusive. I still cringe when people say certain things. Or when people use certain tones. I can't even wear sweaters that are too high on my neck. I constantly have panic attacks. I still feel disconnected when it comes to sex. I hardcore relapsed then.

Then... I started talking to *you*, you just made it all go away. You made it easier. You're so kind hearted, no matter how closed off you are. You sat there when I got the call saying the previous guy was caught and I full out bawled having a panic attack and couldn't stop, you told me it was gunna be okay. That was almost two years ago. Its you - that has actually calmed some of my demons. It's you, and you alone that made me cry the last time I cut. We were just visiting, and I was so scared of your reaction, I was so scared you'd hate me for what I do to myself. I was so scared you'd leave. Yet - you sat there, and you stayed. You fucking stayed. You gave me a reason not to. And it wasn't for you, it was for my kids. It's been you that has helped me go into public and not freak out by a smell, a sound, a voice, anything. Its you that's actually treated me pretty damn good. Sure, like every relationship, we had ups & downs, but there was nothing we couldn't get through, nothing that couldn't have been fixed by sitting down and talking to one another.

And now.. well.. I fucked up. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't stop crying. I want to relapse...again. and I miss you. All day, everyday. I'm sorry.

And in reality, idk if the person I want to read this even will.. but if he does.. well...maybe now he'll understand a little of why I am the way I am...

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miraculousagentsofkrypton · 5 years

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Imagine an Alien Sister Pt 5

Arrival (14 yrs old) AO3

It had been three weeks since Kara vanished. That was the longest Alex had ever gone without Kara in her entire life. Her usual disappearances were a few days at most. Alex was lost, and starting to be convinced that Kara really wasn’t ever coming back. She didn’t know what to do without her. Kara was her sister, her best friend. They did everything together. Heck, to her parents, they were the same person. Kara loved tigers, so that meant, to them, Alex loved tigers. Kara loved to draw, and now her mother thought Alex was an artist. The list went on…

Alex had managed to stumble her way through the previous few weeks by focusing solely on schoolwork. She found she didn’t have the will or energy to deal with anything else, especially other people. Her parents tried many times to cheer her up, but everything reminded Alex of Kara. She just couldn’t escape the memory of her.

Alex was sitting in the kitchen when a call came from Clark. Her father picked up the phone, and his smiling face quickly turned serious as he listened to what Clark had to say. Before Alex could figure out what was going on, he rushed out of the room. Alex gaze after him curiously, but couldn’t find the energy to care enough to snoop.

Whatever Clark said ended up causing a strange flurry of activity over the next couple days. Eliza seemed strangely cheerful, reassuring Alex that she would love whatever it was, though they didn’t seem to want to actually tell her what was happening. They thoroughly cleaned the entire house, and the extra guest bed was placed in her room, which Alex was wary about. It seemed obvious someone was coming, but no one would tell her who, for how long, or why.

This was their room, where Kara and her had the privacy to be themselves, and though Kara hadn’t returned yet, Alex didn’t want some stranger coming in and messing up their space. Kara would return eventually. She had to. This stranger coming in and replacing her space seemed like disrespect for her sister, and made her disappearance feel more final. Alex. Hated. It.

After the preparations were complete, her parents sat her down with big grins on their faces, excited to finally tell her the news, and then said… they might be adopting a young girl around Alex’s age. At the very least she would be staying with them for a while. So Alex would be getting a sister.

NO. Nononono

Kara was her sister. Not some stranger. Kara was still out there, waiting to come back. They couldn’t just… just replace her!

Alex blew up at them before they could say anything else. She wasn’t going to stand for them replacing Kara so soon after she was gone! Even if they didn’t know that was what they were doing.

“You can’t just do that! You- you can’t just force this on me! I don’t want a younger sister! You didn’t even ask me if I was remotely ok with this! You - I - You just- UGH! I can’t even deal with this right now!”

The smiles slipped right off their faces, but Alex stormed up to her room before they could even get one word in in defense. She fell into the bed, punching the pillow over and over in anger. Gah! Why couldn’t they even consult her about this! Once she’d exhausted herself, she slipped her hand under the pillow, where Kara’s diary, also containing all her drawings, lay. She rolled over onto her back, and held it close. She hadn’t succumbed to the temptation to read it yet, knowing Kara would be pissed if she did, but it was the closest thing to Kara she had. Kara’s thoughts and feelings laid inside. This latest upset finally had Alex opening the cover, needing something more from her sister than just the thought of her. But before she could actually read anything, a soft knock came at her door. She snapped the book shut, stuffing it back in its hiding place.

“Alex, I understand that you are angry. We wanted to surprise you. We thought you’d be excited because you were always going on about having a sister when you were little. You’re within your right to be angry that we didn’t bring you into the decision, but she’s coming tomorrow. Please give this lost girl a chance, she’s gone through a lot and doesn’t need you channeling your anger at us through her.”

Alex replied with a terse, “Fine.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

Alex simply rolled back over, face down in the pillow, and silently cried.

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Alex spent the morning watching Kara’s favorite movie, the Wizard of Oz, and eating a tub of ice cream. Her mother looked on disapprovingly, but didn’t say anything as both her parents ran around the house finding last minute issues to panic about.

Kara said the movie reminded her of her own life, in a strange way. A girl, far from home, stuck in a strange, almost unreal world, finding a new family to help her find her way. Kara also loved singing along to the songs and purposefully annoying Alex with them at the randomest times. One time she started singing Over the Rainbow at the top of her lungs during a math test, which Alex was not happy about.

The movie was almost over when her father suddenly called, “They’re here!”

Alex just rolled her eyes as her parents rushed outside. She sunk deeper into the couch, sticking another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. She was not looking forward to this. Alex knew she shouldn’t hate this girl before she even knew her name, but she couldn’t help the resentment at the idea of her taking the place of the sister she already had.

After a couple minutes she heard the group come back into the house. Her father was explaining, “And this is the kitchen, where we store and prepare food.”

Why was he explaining what a kitchen is.

The next voice had her shooting straight up in her seat, spoon dropping from her mouth in shock. “I know what a kitchen is Jeremiah,” Kara’s voice said with a chuckle.

Kara.

“Speaking of, your english is amazing Kara! How did you learn?”

“Oh, uh, Kryptonian brains are very good at processing and retaining information, including languages. It wasn’t really that hard to learn.”

Why was Kara speaking to her parents. How was Kara speaking with her parents. They were responding as if they could hear her.

Alex felt herself turning towards the doorway as Clark and her parents stepped in, followed shortly after by her sister. Alex gaped at her. Kara stopped in her tracks as they locked gazes. She couldn’t believe her eyes, it had been far too long. Neither of them moved a muscle for a moment, too overwhelmed with emotions. She could see the same love, joy, and relief flash through her sisters eyes, as she’s sure flashed through her own.

Eliza 'introduced' her to Kara, “Kara, meet Alex, our daughter. Alex, this is Kara. She’s Clark’s cousin. She’s also from Krypton.”

Kara waved at her shyly, with a small hesitant smile. “Hey Little One.”

Alex broke. She shot up and across the room in an instant, pulling Kara into the tightest bear hug possible. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but she knew her big sister was back, and she cried in relief. Kara hugged her right back, with tears of her own.

Alex let out a watery laugh. “You’re here. You’re actually here. ”

As they pulled back, Alex worriedly looked over her sister, “Are you ok? What happened?” She paused, “Actually, what’s going on right now?”

“That’s what I’d like to know to be honest,” came her mother’s voice. It startled them, having forgotten anyone else was there. “Honey, are you crying?”

She finally took in everyone else. They all stood there staring at them, baffled looks on their faces.

“Oh, um.” She wiped away the tears. “Um...”

Kara came to her support as she floundered for what to say. “I haven’t exactly been… honest… with all of you. I may have just landed a couple days ago, but I’ve been on Earth much longer than that.”

“What do you mean?” questioned Jeremiah.

“We aren’t actually sure how, but my, I’m not sure how to explain, my, uh, spirit, has been visiting Earth for fourteen years.”

Clark interjected, “We?”

Finally Alex stepped in, “Kara and I. I’m the only one who could see her for some reason.”

“Wait, Kara as in your stuffed tiger?? As in your imaginary sister from when you were little?” her mother exclaimed in realization, “That Kara?”

Both of them nodded.

“But you haven’t even mentioned Kara in years.”

“I pushed Alex to be more careful,” Kara explained guiltily, “ I was worried about people thinking her crazy for talking to someone no one else could see.”

Jeremiah motioned between them, “So you’re saying you two have known each other for most of Alex’s life?”

“All of it actually.”

He pinched his brow. “Explain.”

“My connection to Earth was tethered to Alex. The first time I appeared here was during her birth.”

Her mother collapsed into the couch. “This is insane. Kara is younger than Alex, but you are saying you remember my giving birth to her. And you weren’t even physically there. And Alex was the only one that could see you for fourteen years.”

“Pretty much.”

“You kept this from us, your entire life. I can’t believe you didn’t trust us enough to let us into such a big part of your life.” Eliza sounded so broken at that thought.

Alex felt guilt rush through her, but argued anyway, “Well, to be honest I wasn’t exactly that good at keeping the secret as a little kid. You guys just never believed me.”

They paused. “Fair point," Jeremiah admitted.

There was silence for a minute. What can could anyone even say in that situation? Everyone was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the revelations and could probably use some time to work through what this meant, so Alex grabbed Kara’s hand and started tugging her upstairs. “Well, Kara and I are going to go to our room. She doesn’t exactly need a tour of the house. And you guys obviously need some time to think.”

They quickly left the tense situation, and Alex pulled Kara into another hug after they made it to the bedroom. When they pulled apart, Kara looked around the room in confusion. “Why’s it look so different?”

“Oh, to prepare for my new sister obviously.” Alex laughed, before returning to serious. “So what happened? I was so worried about you. You’d never been gone so long before.”

Kara rubbed the back of her neck. “Oh yeah, well, it seems the connection broke when I left the phantom zone. And it took a couple weeks to actually travel from there to Earth. But I made it, so here I am. In the flesh.”

“And I’m so grateful for that. I don’t know what I’d do without my big sister.”

“Technically you’re the big sister now Alex.” They both laughed, more from relief than any true humor.

Kara started searching around the room, exploring any changes, when she paused. “Did you take my diary you goober?” She said the words lightheartedly, but Alex noticed how she tensed.

She took it out from its hiding place under her pillow and held it out. “I never read it. Promise.” She blew out a breath to release some tension. “I just needed something tangible that reminded me of you, while you were missing.”

Kara relaxed, and she smiled at her. “ I missed you too. ”

Alex nudged Kara’s shoulder with a returned smile. “So if Mom and Dad are adopting you, that means we’ll be official sisters soon.”

“Eh, we’re already sisters in every way that matters. You’ve got that annoying little sister act down perfectly.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean big sister?”

“Oh, ha ha. We both know I’m the more mature one either way,” Kara shot back.

Alex stuck her tongue out at her.

“Way to prove my point.”

Alex simply grinned back, warmth spreading through her chest. Her sister was really back, and they were going to be just fine.

#supergirl #calvin and hobbes au #alex danvers #eliza danvers #kara danvers #jeremiah danvers #my fic #supergirl fic #danvers sisters

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jjkpls · 5 years

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The Seeker (Harry Potter!AU #5) (PG15)

> genre : angst, fluff

> pairing : kim namjoon x reader

> words : 1.8k

> warning : depression, language, mention of sexual intercourse

> Kim Namjoon (Gryffindor, 7th yr) has always been a largely appreciated prodig. But lately, he is haunted by a sort of illusory obsession. (there is not much to this it’s more like a prompt i’ve never got around to develop, i was in a weird mood, angst, fluff)

/The Harry Potter!AU Masterlist/

Namjoon is sitting at the desk he always occupies during his free time. His elbows dig hard on the wood, hands holding his head by the temples with effort. It's past 11 pm and that well-furnished head of his weighs too much for his neck to carry alone. It seems the latter is not carrying any of it anymore as you watch his eyelids, fluttering behind his thick glasses in a threatening slow pace. He is about to slump, face first, on the surface of the hard table, you can tell.

“Hey, Namjoon-ah.”

He jumps in fright, a loud thud echoing in the room as his knee bump hard against the table. You wince slightly, biting back an amused smile when he massages the painful spot with a grimace.

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“Didn't mean too.”

He shoots one of his dimples your way. The smile doesn't reach his eyes though and you hurt when you realize it. Those eyes are not what they used to be. Soft, and warm, and mischievous, they are now dark and severe. He carries the gaze of a mature man that would have been eaten alive by his own secrets. You're not hopeless that one day, the dead stare would show an unexpected glint of the light it used to hold. That's why, as you take a seat in front of him, you smile brightly at him, ignoring the uncomfortable squeeze of your heart.

He is back at his work again. His large hands, free from holding the temporarily reenergized head, are fidgeting around trying to make sense and order of all the papers, parchments and books laid messily on the table. In the process, a dozen of loose papers go flying in the air but you're quick to catch them and place them back on the table in an ordered pile without missing a glimpse of the inscriptions and annotations covering them.

“Have you made any new discovery ?”

“There's this thing I found in...” His long arms swing wildly around, the big ring adorning his left hand missing by a mere centimetre your eye, then reach for a heavy-looking leatherbound book he holds in front of your nose. “This thing. It's a journal though. Written by a dude that... well, just look.” In a swift motion, he's haphazardly opened the book, holding it up for you to peek at the unconventional and bizarre writing scattered, between creepy doodles, on the yellow pages. Over the book, you peer at his expression. Eyes trying to reach for his eyebrows lifted high on his forehead, cheeks puffed in utter annoyance. “The dude was batshit crazy.”

You pick up the book to flip curiously through the pages as Namjoon goes on about what he suspects the author was on, spreading out his unnecessarily extended knowledge on magical drugs in the process. When you struggle to separate two pages stuck together by a weird, slimy material, he finally is back on Earth and calls for your name, a new shade covering the annoyed edge his voice took moments ago.

“The thing is he mentioned something in one of his daily entries and I know it might be bullshit but after reading the entirety of it, I did feel like maybe-” He is stumbling over his words now, eyes staring at his slightly trembling fingers.

“What is it ?” You press gently, a soft hand placing itself on his.

“There's this moment when he tells of a visit to a lost village in Russia and he says that, there, a poor family allowed him to spend the night during a snow tempest. And -that's so weird because he doesn't even extend on that, he just fucking mentions it once like that's normal- he says that the parents were a loving couple composed of a wizard and a dementor. And they had children! A little girl and a baby. Can you believe it ?”

You remain silent, feeling too coward to utter a word. You're brave enough to hold his wide eyes though, even when the brief ray of excitement wavers slowly to faint into definite darkness. He smiles humourlessly.

“I mean, obviously I don't...” He mumbles, exhaling hard before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, ready to dip back in his lectures.

“Joon, it's okay. Maybe this is the hint of a beginning.” You cringe at your own voice. You're overwhelmed with love and affection and tenderness for this tall lanky sad guy but you suck at expressing it. You wish you were better because as you see the shaking of his fingers getting stronger, and your heart cries in pain, you can't imagine how bad it must be on him.

“Or more like an umpteenth disillusionment.” He says simply, tone low and composed, being back to his usual collected smart prefect role.

“Namjoon-ah.” You have to call him a few more times for him to finally look back to meet your concerned eyes. And the role, for the first time in a long time, sways and flickers until the corners of his eyes redden and they start filling up with tears. He bites on his lip, looking down in shame. Your heart, dying in your bosom, doesn't matter anymore as you raise in a panic over the table to awkwardly wrap your arms around him.

It takes longer than ever for him to calm down. When he seems to be feeling better, blowing his nose in the dirty tissue he always keeps in his robe, you can't help but observe him with growing anxiety. You can't help but wonder how long it will take for him to not be able to get back from those little outbursts of his heart. You wouldn't tell him, because he doesn't need to hear it and is not ready to hear it, but you don't believe he'll ever find an answer. Simply because there is no answer. No matter how smart and ingenious and prodigious of a wizard he's always been, smarter, more ingenious and remarkable and wiser grandiose wizards have been there before him. It's a helpless cause he is pursuing for reasons he's never unbosomed to you. Dementors are not sick and therefore can't be cured. Once they're gone, there is no coming back from that darkness, that foulness that, not only inhabit them but have become the real essence of their very nature. But for some reasons -those hidden secrets he's never confessed to you nor anyone else- he wants to believe that there is a way and wouldn't stop looking for it.

“I'm sorry I'm not of any use to you.”

“You're my old friend.” His voice is hoarse from crying, and probably from how far he dragged those hearty words from and your whole inside warms up. Then he is smiling, genuinely, with the two deep dimples of his cheeks winking with total heartfelt disclosure and you allow some hope to fill you up.

You two are too engrossed in your moment to notice the obnoxious interruption of a tall, excited Hufflepuff. It's Jung Hoseok, one of Namjoon's past closest friends. They've never really broken up but it's true that, since Namjoon's mind has been preoccupied with all those serious issues, you know it not to be so easy on him to spend time with them when he knows they won't understand. Jung Hoseok's mind is where it has always been though. Therefore without taking notice of the small hand of yours warming intimately the cheek of his friend or even the red tip of the Namjoon's nose, he starts,

“Namjoon! I've been looking for your ass everywhere, what are you even- Doesn't matter. Super important: do you remember that spell from two years back ?”

The prefect face decomposes right there and then. Your attention doesn't miss the abrupt change. You have no idea why and stare in confusion.

“No, I don't. I'll see you later.” He tries to dismiss but Hoseok, known for his persistence, stands firmly his ground.

“I didn't even say which one! Listen, the one to fuck in public-”

You gasp, staring at Namjoon's previously pale as death complexion turning a deep red. He prompts Hoseok to leave, even tries to kick him -ends up hurting his own elbow- but the other guy doesn't care the least. “You know, the one that turns you invisible and gets those clones- wait, not clones, I mean hollogams or whatever, to replace us! You know the one? What is it ?” He asks again, pressing him by taping on his shoulder like an impatient kid.

“Fuck off, Jung! I don't fucking know!”

Hoseok obverses him quietly, for the longest time, a nasty and ominous scowl on his face before storming out, muttering something about him being a selfish prick.

When the tension has diffused a bit, after his departure, you allow a chuckle, quickly followed by a throng of other ones to burst out.

“I'm so- Honestly, two years ago, I- I mean, I don't do this anymore.”

“What? You really used to have sex in public?” You stare at him with the widest eyes and he is quick to deny with his whole body, shaking his hands widely in the air.

“NO! No, no, no. I- I mean we were young and stupid and real curious horn dogs but-”

“I'm just kidding. You do you, Namjoon. As long as I'm not in the room.”

“I don't do this and I've never had, I promise.” Namjoon sighs deeply, pressing his fingers against his tired eyelids, bumping his glasses in the way. “This dude is sick! I grew out of it, right? It was two fucking years ago! But he- he is still- what a-”

“I would have never imagined this evening to end like that.” He is staring at you with a pitiful, desperate eye but you can't contain your laugh no matter how hard you try. He decides to just give up and starts packing his things, cursing at Hoseok between tightly closed teeth. You two don't really talk until you reach the dorms, you, too busy giggling in the neck of your robe and he, lost in unpenetrable thoughts. It's when you wave goodnight to him, ready to climb up the stairs that the cat seems to lend him back his tongue.

“Thanks again for tonight.”

“No problem, Namjoon.”

“For always, actually.”

You smile at him from above and wave again before leaving for your bed, head fuzzy with the strange, complexed peaceful comfort Namjoon always brings you.

#namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon drabble #bts drabble #bts scenario #namjoon scenario #rm #My writing

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b00bconnoisseur · 5 years

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60 questions for @not-my-brain

1. selfie.......Ugghhhh ok. Imma take one rn

Ok here u go (yes thats a bmth shirt)

2. what would you name your future kids?.....Ooo hmmm well when i was a kid i really liked the names disney, and mesiah. I didn't know at the time that mesiah was another name for god i think lol. I liked it cause of handlers mesiah. I still do. Ooo and maybe Tj too

3. do you miss anyone?......Yeah. My friends on Pinterest from a year ago. My friend lucas. Stan lee. Bob ross. My cousin who died from cancer some years ago. Snape. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Dobby. *continues to name every unfortunate death in hp*

4. what are you looking forward to?.......SE-YA next month!! Its the south eastern young adult festival at this college. You can have meet n greets with authors and alot of stuff its the besstttt

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?......DEFINATELY. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @sammchenry my friend lucas and @septembersbloom. ^^

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?..... What like...romantically? Or like a death? If romantically uhhh idk it took over a couple weeks but im ok now. Ive never had another relationship so idk. If death oof yeah idk maybe. Ig it depends on how much i knew them idk. Like when my nanny (great grandma) died i was sad for days (is that alot?)

7. what was your life like last year?.....Sucky af. Still is. But the highlights of my life last year was getting and making friends on tumblr, going to the tøp concert and going to warped tour, volunteering at the library, going to seya and meeting some of my favorite authors, reading, changing and improving my art, listening to all the bands i listen to now, getting into more fandoms, going to a friends house for the first time

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?.......Yes lol. Some years ago when i couldn't find smtn id be so annoyed and pissed id start crying. I dont now but still lol

9. who did you last see in person?.......Hm ig family doesn't count....? Wait do u mean a friend? If so uhh my friends rebekah, anika, and Judah at a TAB meeting at the library sometime last month.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?......I think so? Like i mean I can hide whenever i get my....time of the month from my mom (talking abt stuff like that with her makes me uncomfortable) and i hid a breakup. And other p big stuff too. So imma say yeah

11. are you listening to music right now?........*pops on earbuds after reading this* yee im listening to bitch lasagna by pewdiepie xD (do i have the best spotify playlist or what?)

12. what is something you want right now?.......To hug @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye but SOMEONE has to live so far away

13. how do you feel right now?........Happy that my earbud still works cause they got washed in the wash yesterday....oops. Its not my fault. I told my dad to remind me to take it out of my jacket pocket before they threw it in but noooooo he forgot

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?.......Uhhhhh fuck idk it was probably from my lil 4 yr old bro sometime last week. Other than him (hes my favorite sibling) i dont let them hug me too much

15. personality description.......Nerdy. Fangirl. "Emo". Tomboy. Hotsause obsessed. Book lover. Music lover. Black. Blue. Harry potter. Introvert. Fall. Sports. Values friendship. Loyal. Uhhhh i cant think of much lol

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?.......*sigh* yes. Yes yes yes. Theres some things abt me, or my life really, that i havent told anyone on here or my irl friends that i sooooo want to so bad but i haven't cause i feel like they'd feel bad and pity me and i don't want that

17. opinion on insecurities........I dont really understand this one. Everyones insecure abt something. Is this askin like if i think its ok or not? I say its ok. Im insecure about literally everything about me. My face. My personality. My socialness. My art. What i do. What i say. Basically my whole body. The things i feel good abt are my books, music taste, and my friends (ily fuckers)

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?.........Hmm this time around a year ago....idk its sorta the same but all the stuff i mentioned abt my year from last year didn't happen yet so nah tho my life sucks rn its better than this time last year

19. have you ever been to New York?........Nooo but i want too soo baddd i wanna visit @septembersbloom !! Im coming for ya soon gramps *does the eye watching thing* my dads been to nyc before tho cause he does construction and he had a concrete job to do there. It was a 23 hr drive for him

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?........Uhhh idk!!! So hard! Maybe.....the whole thats the spirit album by bmth ;)

21. age and birthday?.....15 yrs of age and September 27th 2003 (whats yours brainy? I'll put it on my calendar)

22. description of crush......Its weird idk im not sure if its a genuine crush or not but uh....They like hp :).Thats all u get

23. fear(s).......Losing my best friend @dirtysocke and my other friends. Death. Failure. Momo chasing after me then killing me slowly keeping my eyes open to look her dead in the eyes while i die

24. height......5'6 call me short and I'll fuck u up with THIS *pulls out trusty potato peeler named now steve* dont test me boi

25. role model......Hhhhhhhh so many! But uh gosh one of them is @superraedizzle (youtuberrrr) and vexx and bob ross and da vinci and aaaaaaa so many

26. idol(s)......First person that immediately comes to mind is @sammchenry cause he's super cool and he's really nice and his art's reallyyy good (if u havent seen it w-w-what are u even doin with your life?) And he has a great sense of humor and *continues to ramble about why samms the best*

27. things i hate.......Dabs. Transphobes. Homophobic ppl. Basically any hate on the lgbtq+ community. Bullies. The ship starker. Umbridge. Snape haters

28. i’ll love you if….....U you'll eat pizza, draw, and rp harry potter with mee

29. favourite film(s)......Fantastic beasts. Every hp film. Twilight. The maze runner 1-2. The hunger games. Spiderman homecoming. Kingsman: secret service. Into the spideyverse tho i havent seen it yet

30. favourite tv show(s)......Inkmasterrrrr. B99. The mick. The middle. Uhhh idk mostly ink master xD

31. 3 random facts........Ive never had shrimp. I had a beta fish for over a year once. Im eating pizza crust rn

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?.......G i r l s. I have all girl friends irl and one boy. And on tumblr it seems like i just meet girls? Likei agree with @cristal-kyd1280 its like alot more gals then dudes here. But i do have some guy friends on here too. But mostly girls

33. something you want to learn.......TO DRAW ANATOMY DAMMIT

34. most embarrassing moment........Every moment of my lifes an embarrassing moment. Idk of i can pick a "most" embarrassing one. But one time i i sent my crush (now ex bf) a hey fuckface and like some hearts or whatever for an ask game that meant like "i have a crush on u" "youre adorable" etc and said Hewo but i did it all anonymously. But he confronted me askin if i sent it cause im the only person he knows that actually says hewo lol. Then later on i finally admitted i really liked him and well y'all know the story after i think. Unless you're new

35. favourite subject.......A R TTTT OFC

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?........meet my friends on tumblr. Get into mtsu (college i wanna go to) and study art. And go skydiving

37. favourite actor/actress........favorite actor uhhhhhh probably thomas brodie sangster or tom felton and my favorite actress? Hmmm idk maybe evanna lynch (luna lovegood)

38. favourite comedian(s).......probably kevin hart lol he's p funny

39. favourite sport(s)........basketballllllll and football

40. favourite memory........uhhhhh idk?? One oh my favorite memories was when we went to see tøp in concert

41. relationship status.....single as a pringle

42. favourite book(s)......harry potter and the order of the pheonix. Harry potter and the half blood prince. Simon vs the homo sapiens agenda. Divergent. Maze runner. Twilight. Fangirl. Fallen. Red queen

43. favourite song ever.......TOO HARD DONT MAKE ME CHOOSEEEEEE

44. age you get mistaken for.........16 and 17 sometimes lol

45. how you found out about your idol........i was watching someone on yt and superraedizzle always poped up in my feed and my mom turned on one of her vids cause she always saw her vids too now ive seen most of em i love her. Id heard of vexx but never watched him and i was watching a collab from anthony miller art and shrimpy and i checked out shrimpys channel and was lookin at comments and alot of ppl said his art is like vexxs so i checked out vexx. At first i was like eh ok. Now i cant click fast enough when he posts a vid. And i actually fpund out about bob ross from my grandpa on jan 20 2017 when trump was getting sworn in or whatever. We turned on pbs and my grampa told me to look and bob ross was on and i was IN. I loved it. I even started watching full episodes on YouTube of the joy of painting after that. Wonderful man. My first painting i ever did i think was when i followed one of his tutorials xD (i didnt know it was popular at the time)

46. what my last text message says......."ok your turn"

47. turn ons.....uhh nerds ig idk um book lovers, music lovers, art lovers, potterheads, idk and nice ppl

48. turn offs......jerks. Homophobia. Idk ig whatever i said in things i hate

49. where i want to be right now......uhhhh idk wait didn't i already answer this? Ok this ones different ig so uhh with my friend lucas

50. favourite picture of your idol.....oh shit...favorite? Idk xD i have a fave of vexx but not of rae or bob. But heres pics of them any way

51. starsign......a libraaaaa boiii

52. something i’m talented at......drawing and speed reading. Thats about it lol. Oh and procrastina

53. 5 things that make me happy.......ooooo art, my friends here on tumblr, books, harry potter, and music ^^

54. something thats worrying me at the moment.....if my friend thinks im being annoying

55. tumblr friends......hhhhh so manyyyyyy. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @chinesewaffles2 @kingantlion @queen-baelin @sammchenry @septembersbloom and more

56. favourite food(s)......green beans, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla madelines

57. favourite animal(s).......basically any reptile. Puppies. Cats. Any animal really but my #1 are snakes

58. description of my best friend.....well she's a tiny bean (5 feet) and she has dark hair, she wears glasses, she doesnt take shit, she's in love with Josh dun, she's awesome, funny, nice (YES youre nice jackie) and shes the best friend ive ever had. Oh. And she has a weird obsession with spaghetti

59. why i joined tumblr.......well i heard abt it on Pinterest over a year ago but didnt want it. Then @mrfastbass-deactivated20181231 on DeviantArt said he got tumblr so i made one then followed him and figured id just post art and that's it cause i thought tumblr was boring as hell when i first got it. Now im p much obsessed with it

60. ask me anything you want.......go ahead brainy shoot. Give me smtn good

#my face #mutual peeps #not-my-brain #asks #60 questions

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

A/N: i wrote this like 5 yrs ago lmfao,,,it was one of the first fanfics i wrote too & ive finally decided to post it here so yeah.

AO3

[BASED OFF OF A 'Peoples Jewellers' commercial]

Tony enters the lobby of his magnificent tower. (No, Steve it isn't a big ugly building!) He was finally home from a long and tedious board meeting that Pepper had made him attend. ("Pepper, it's your baby." Tony had said. "I'm just the guy who makes the cool toys.") He waves to the woman behind the front desk, making his way towards his private elevator. As the elevator ascends to his floor he adjusts the coat to his well-tailored suit and putting his Aviator sunglasses on the top of his head. He taps idly at his StarkPhone, occasionally looking at the glowing numbers to see what floor he's at.

'Just eight more floors,' Tony eagerly thinks while stuffing his phone in his coat pocket. He's almost home. Home, huh? Who would have ever thought that he, Tony Stark, would have found a place to truly call home. Home is where the heart is, and his heart is at the Avengers's Tower (formerly Stark Tower) were he can find his friends, his partner for all eternity until death does them part, and his son are located.

His family.

A warm feeling came over him as he thought of his unique family. He couldn't wait to see them, even though he saw them four hours ago. Tony actually felt kind of giddy; he would step out of elevator--which needs an improvement because it's going much, much too slow for him, find himself at the communal living room, and he'll be greeted with the sounds of laughter and joy.

'Yeah,' Tony longingly imagines,'that'll be nice.' A small smile appears on his face, and he doesn't even try to hide it because he's that happy to be home.

Tony gets off the elevator at the communal living room. He strides in expecting the sound of laughter and joy but is met with silence. He makes a disappointed look while scanning the area before him. He huffs and puts his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"Oof!"

Out of nowhere something rammed itself on to his legs causing him to stumble back, arms flailing to regain balance. Once steadied Tony looks down and sees a head full of toffee brown hair. The head full of toffee brown hair is his seven-year old son, Peter, who's latched himself on Tony's right leg. "Hey, kiddo, what'cha doing there?" Tony asks, peering down at his son. Big brown eyes peek up, and look into Tony's own brown eyes. "Daddy," Peter mumbles while rubbing his left cheek against his daddy's leg.

'O-kay,' Tony dumbly wonders. He swings his right leg forward, Peter tightens his hold, and does he same things with his left leg. He continues his odd walk until he reaches the sofas and plops down. He reaches down, prying Peter off his leg. Tony sets his son on his lap and combs Peter's hair with his fingers. "What's up, bud?" Tony nonchalantly questions. Peter, in turn, fixes his red hoodie, smoothes nonexistent creases on his black shorts and then swings his legs back and forth which make his purple sneakers hit Tony's right leg. (He's just as twitchy as his daddy.) A small pout appears as Peter looks from his daddy to his lap.

Tony raises an eyebrow in concern. He grabs his son's chin and makes Peter face him. "Peter." Tony simply states. No longer is he amused at his son's antics, but he's now very worried. Peter is being quiet, and he's never quiet. He, much like his daddy, never stops talking, so when he isn't babbling on and on about something then that causes for concern. Before Tony can say anything else Peter asks,"Daddy, can we go to a jewelry store?"

'Wait, rewind. A jewelry store is what Peter's fussing about?' Tony dumbly thinks.

Peter grabs his daddy's suit coat and tugs. He really wants his daddy's attention right now. "Daddy! So, can we?" Tony lamely answers,"Sure, but why?"

"Because today is Father's Day, and it's Papa's turn!" Peter smiles brightly, similarly to how his Papa smiles.

Tony's lips form an 'O' shape because he completely forgot about Father's Day. He mentally slaps his forehead because today is Steve's, his partner/husband, turn for Peter to dot on for an entire day, last year it was Tony's turn. Both, Steve and Tony, thought that it would be easier for Peter to give his attention to one parent instead of two, so they traded off year after year.

Tony quickly stands up with Peter in his arms, marching towards the elevator. "Jarvis, ground floor." He easily commands. "Yes, sir," Jarvis smoothly responds back. Abruptly, something dawns on him. Where is everyone else?

"Peter, where's the rest of our rambunctious family?"

"Oh, Uncle Bruce is in his lab, Uncle Clint and Uncle Thor are in the gym, and I had asked Aunt Natasha to keep Papa out of the house until it's okay for him to come back."

Tony nods as he listens to his son talk. So, that's why he wasn't greeted with the sounds of laughter and joy because everyone was scattered around. The elevator dings and they exit. A black Nissan Maxima appears in front of the glass doors, and the valet steps out of the car. Tony nods in thanks in the direction of the valet. He straps Peter in the back of the car and situates himself in the driver's seat. (Happy is, currently, driving Pepper around to other meetings that Tony didn't need to attend.)

"Where to,Peter?" Tony looks at the review mirror and sees his son scratch the side of his head in thought. "To Peoples Jewellers!" Peter confidently says. Tony chuckles and sets his phone on the passenger seat. "You heard him, J." Jarvis relies,"Go two miles north." Tony grabs his Aviator sunglasses from the top of his head and places them on. He then opens the compartment and brings out Iron Man sunglasses which he hands to Peter. "Sweet!" Peter exclaims when he puts the sunglasses on, and off they went.

Tony and Peter soon find themselves in Peoples Jewellers' store. Peter hurriedly takes off the Iron Man sunglasses, handing it off to his daddy, who was taking his sweet time. Peter, on the other hand, rushes to the glass counter that holds the jewelry and behind it a woman with her hair in a bun sits patiently. 'Doesn't daddy know that Papa can be occupied for so long?!' Peter muses as he tugs his daddy along.

"Daddy, hurry up!" Peter impatiently orders. Tony laughs for a bit before he finally reaching his son. The woman greets them both and begins to point out to various jewelry that Papa might like. At the corner of his eye to his left he saw a heart-shaped locket on a silver chain. It's decorated to look like the American flag. Peter gasps and points a finger at the patriotic-looking locket. "I'd like that one, ma'am." Peter politely requests. The woman gives him an unsure look. "Are you sure, sweetie? We have better ones than that one." Peter shakes his head furiously. "Thank you, but no thank you. That's the one! I'm sure of it!" He happily looks from the necklace to his daddy and smiles widely.

Tony returns the smile and looks at the woman. "Ring it up, please." Tony stares the woman down when she made no movement to get the necklace. He raises an eyebrow in challenge; the woman scurries to get a bag and the necklace. Tony had a satisfying shit-eating grin on his face, and a look that says,'I win.' He crosses his arms which hides his credit card (Starkcard) in his right hand.

The woman places the bag gently on to the counter. She looks from Peter toTony with a tight smile. Peters oh's and from his hoodie pocket he brings out a wad of cash that clatter when dropped on the glass counter. Peter grins boyishly at the woman. The woman gives an uneasy smile to Peter, and then looks at Tony. Tony flashes his card and sees the woman sigh in relief.

After the payment of the necklace the two Stark-Rogers' men leave triumphantly because Papa will love the gift they -Peter- just got for him.

As they returned home they see Steve, wearing a blue v-neck shirt, gray pants, and black and white sneakers, sitting on one of the many sofa's in the communal living room. He's sketching in his personal sketchbook. Peter smiles so big that it makes his cheeks hurt. He runs toward Steve screaming,"PAPA!" Steve looks up in time to see Peter launch himself; he swiftly sets his sketchbook down and catches Peter, who's laughing happily.

Tony stands to the side and watches the scene in front of him: Peter laughing with joy, and Steve smiling lovingly at Peter. 'Yep, definitely nice to come home to this.' Tony fondly concludes. Tony can't take it anymore, so he darts forward and wraps and his arms around both Peter and Steve; he successfully kisses them both on the top of their head.

Peter looks at his Papa with curiosity,"Papa, why are you back so early?" Steve chuckles and says,"I can go shopping with Aunt Natasha for so long, bud." Tony and Peter give Steve a wide smile. The loving moments shatters in a matter of seconds due to Steve.

"Peter, what's with the bag?" Steve suddenly asks. Peter squeals and runs to his room yelling,"I'M NOT READY YET!!" Tony and Steve both share a bewildered look. Steve looks at Tony with a raised eyebrow. "Tony, why did our son just run away yelling that he wasn't ready?" Tony shrugs and drapes himself on Steve. "It's a surprise, babe." A light chuckle from Steve makes Tony smile softly.

"Is it a good surprise?"

"Yes, my dear Captain."

Steve presses a chaste kiss on Tony's lips. "Alright, I'm trusting you on this." Tony bats his eyelashes at Steve. "You don't trust me?" A quirk of Steve's lips show his amusement of what Tony is doing. "I do trust you, but when it comes to gifts Tony, honey, you stink at it." Tony gives mock gasp. "I'll have you know that I'm a fabulous gift giver!" Steve snorts and nuzzles Tony's neck. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling." Tony rolls his eyes and huffs before getting a sly grin. He leans down and whispers in Steve's ear huskily. "I think you know what helps me sleep at night."

But, before Steve could reply Peter comes rushing back in. He squeezes himself between both his fathers. A crudely wrapped box is handed to Steve. "Oh, what's this?" Steve asks in faux surprise. Peter giggles and waves his arms around. "Open it! Open it!" Tony nudges Steve with his shoulder. "Don't keep our kid waiting, Steve."

Steve unwraps the Captain America paper with careful precision. He holds a black box with silver, cursive writing on the top that says 'Peoples Jewellers'. He opens the box up and sees the patriotic heart-shaped locket Pete had picked out. Steve gently takes the necklace out and dangles it in front of his face. He pops is open and sees Tony's face on the right and Peter's face on the left. He encloses the locket in his left hand; he grabs Peter and Tony and gives them both a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank you so much! I love it." Steve cheerfully declares.

Peter looks between his fathers and smiles. He looks to Steve and gives him a toothy smile. "Happy Papa's Day!"

Epilogue:

The night rolls in and Peter's sent to bed. He gets hugs and kisses that could last him a lifetime, but he'll get more tomorrow which he'll gladly accept. In their room, Steve hands Tony the locket and asks him to hook it up. Tony readily complies.

Steve promises himself that he'll never take off the locket unless it's truly necessary that he should because in this heart-shaped necklace contains the photos of what he considers to be his home.

His reasons for living.

His happiness.

And, his family.

#marvel #steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #captain america #spider-man #iron man #superfamily #peter is their son #stony #steve x tony #long post #fanfic #i wrote this during the hype of superfamily back in 2014 lmfaoooooo #fluff #my writing

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winteriron-trash · 6 years

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(I Am) A Little Wicked [Chapter 3]

A/N: Happy Thursday! I’m posting at 3 am because I found out I got a 98 on a fucking hard Regents, and I’ve been through the roof all day. Humblebrag, much, self? Anyway, there’s a 5 yr time-lapse from the last chapter, because I’ve gotten past all the scene setting junk. A focus of Tony on this chapter, but Maria features. Don’t worry, I promise we’ll meet Bucky next chapter. And it’ll be really cool, trust me. But anyway, lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag list as usual, and much love to my muse @lovinthepizzalife . I’ll get this on Ao3 as soon as Ao3 stops being a dick to me...

Playlist | Summary/Warnings | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“Look at you,” Maria smiled, running her hand over Tony’s face. “Growing up so fast. Already going to college.”

Tony smiled, tugging at the edges of the oversized MIT hoodie. “Thank you, madre.”

Maria kissed Tony’s cheek. “Make some friends, ‘Tonio.”

“And why should I do that?” Tony’s voice was bored and annoyed, but he wore a playful smile.

“Connections are always worthwhile.” Maria reminded him. “MIT is filled with influential people.”

Tony nodded. “I’ll take the jet home every weekend, I promise.”

“Of course.” Maria kissed Tony’s cheek again. “Keep in contact, and let me know if you need anything, tesoro.”

“Mhm.” Tony hugged Maria. “Goodbye, madre.”

Maria gave Tony a final smile and watched him leave. That was her boy.

Tony hated college.

The subjects went mind-numbingly slow, the people were assholes, and the teachers belittled him. He was starting to regret letting Maria convince him into going.

So naturally, Tony was a loner. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it wasn’t like he needed friends. But it wasn’t going to help his public image. Maria would be disappointed in him if she knew. She always harped Tony about making sure what the people saw something they could love and adore without question. A wolf in sheep’s clothing and all.

And sure, Tony agreed with that. Wholeheartedly, even. If he hoped to even try to make Maria proud, Tony had to be like her. He had to prove to her he was worth more than Howard ever had been. Prove to himself that the media was all wrong. Tony wasn’t Howard’s son, wasn’t his pride and joy. He wasn’t the mirror image of Howard, wasn’t going to be the man Howard Stark was.

No, Tony was Maria Carbonell’s son first. The son of a woman who was stronger than the man who tried to control her, a man whose mask only hid an empty shell. And Tony had to make her proud.

“Hey.”

Tony glanced up, jerked out of his thoughts. “What?” Tony said, just a tad too harsh. He’d come to the library to be alone and study.

The guy standing next to Tony didn’t seem deterred in the slightest by Tony’s reaction, only smiling. “Hi. I’m James Rhodes, but everyone calls me Rhodey. Mind if I sit here?” He gestured to the seat next to Tony.

Tony blinked, then put on an easy smile. “Sure.” Tony dragged his books over and out of the way.

“This has gotta be weird for you,” Rhodey sighed, sitting down. “Everyone here is like, three years older than you. And assholes.”

“You said it, not me.” Tony glanced at Rhodey, giving him a small smirk.

Rhodey laughed. It sounded genuine, all in all. Even if Tony wasn’t really expecting much. Most people who’d tried to befriend him so far only saw the last name. If the whole point of making connections in MIT was for it to be beneficial to Tony, then Tony was well aware most weren’t worth the brainpower. Even so, Rhodey did sound somewhat genuine, so Tony didn’t immediately push him away.

“Tony, right?” Rhodey asked. “That’s your name?”

“Yep.” Tony nodded. “I don’t go by some weird nickname derived off my last name like ‘Stark-y’. Because that’d be weird.” Tony sipped his coffee.

Rhodey laughed again, throwing his head back. “Man, I didn’t pick the name. Even my mom calls me that. Nobody calls me ‘James’.”

“Well, that’s good.” Tony decided. “Because ‘James’ is boring. And you don’t look like a James. It’s too… boring.”

“Child genius, right here, ladies and gentlemen.” Rhodey teased, grinning.

Tony smacked his arm, having to hold his lips closed when he smiled. “I haven’t had coffee yet. Shut up.”

“Coffee fuels all genius, doesn’t it?” Rhodey wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes.” Tony looked him dead in the eye. Rhodey only shook his head and chuckled. So maybe not everyone at college was an asshole.

“Hey, Stark.”

Well, there were still the assholes regardless.

Tony looked up and put on an easy smile. “Hey, Justin.”

Justin Hammer gave Tony a nasty smirk. “Nice to see your sorry ass made a friend.”

“And I didn’t even have to buy him out like you do.” Tony tilted his head to the side and offered the sweetest smile he could muster.

Justin baulked but didn’t back down. “He must like you for your personality. The way you’re so like your father,” He sneered. “I just hope you don’t end up in a pool of your own blood like him.”

As contrived as the hoops Justin had to jump through to bring it to Howard like he always did were, it still pissed Tony off. Not necessarily the mention of Howard, but the comparison. He gave a slight glare, throat tightening.

“Hey, fuck off.” Rhodey cut in. “How’d you feel if someone brought up a traumatizing event in your life, asshole? That’s just sick.”

Justin blinked, taking a step back. He opened his mouth, but Rhodey glared him down. He and his lackeys stormed off, mumbling to himself.

Rhodey shook his head. “That’s sick. You know you don’t deserve that, right?”

“It’s fine. It was years ago.” Tony cleared his throat, fiddling with his pencil. Maria’s words about shedding a tear for the cameras rang loud in his head.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s just not right, you know? I don’t care how sick you are, that’s messed up.” Rhodey glared at Justin from across the library.

Tony smiled. “Thanks.”

Rhodey definitely wasn’t an asshole. Tony made a mental note to kick anyone’s ass who touched him. Rhodey probably befriended Tony to take him under his wing, but Tony was well aware the opposite had just happened. Rhodey was under his protection, and anyone who hurt him would learn what a Carbonell was capable of.

Even with Rhodey, Tony was glad to be home for Christmas break a few months later. It meant less class, more sleep. And seeing his family, which was nice.

“Afternoon, madre.” Tony kissed Maria’s cheek as he walked into the house, bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey, Smitty.” Tony nodded to Maria’s favourite business partner. At least for the underground business, anyway.

“Nice to see you, Tony.” Smitty gave Tony a bright smile. “How’s college going for you, kid?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “If I wanted to be surrounded by alcohol, drugs, and stupid teenagers, I’d go to a crack house.”

Smitty laughed. “Good to know you aren’t hanging around that crowd then, kid.”

“My ‘Tonio would never be stupid enough to befriend such lowlifes.” Maria made a distasteful face.

“Of course not.” Tony nodded. “You raised me better.”

Maria smiled. “Oh hush.” She touched Tony’s arm. “I need you to come to a business meeting I have with Mr Hammer, tesoro. Tomorrow afternoon.”

Tony hummed. “Is it about the money he’s been trying skim off the top?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “He mentioned bringing his son to the meeting, so I thought it’d be only fair if you came too.

Even on his break, Tony had to deal with seeing Justin’s squirrely little face. “Sure thing.” Tony gave Maria another cheek kiss and headed up to his room. At least this time he’d be seeing Justin on his terms. “Nice seeing you, Smitty.”

“You too, kid,” Smitty shouted after him. Tony smiled.

“Mrs Stark,” Hammer started, fixing his tie. “While it’s a pleasure to see you, I’m not quite sure to what I owe the occasion.”

Maria tilted her head to the side, smiling with her lips. “It’s just a small business matter, concerning Stark Industries and HammerTech.”

Hammer mimicked Maria’s tilting his head to the side. Tony sucked on a lollipop, sitting on the living room couch and watching. Justin Hammer sat in a chair, watching as well. Tony hated having Justin and his father in their living room, but he supposed it was necessary. “What about it? Should we call a board meeting?” Mr Hammer asked.

“No, of course not, dear.” Maria gave her best press smile, sipping tea. “No need for such a fuss. It’s just a small thing, I’m sure we can clear it up without a problem.”

“And what would it be?” Mr Hammer tilted his head to the side.

Maria set her teacup down, touching her pearls. “You know, so often people tend to underestimate me. Even five years into taking over Howard company -God rest his soul- I’m still doubted.” She crossed her legs. “I suppose I don’t blame them, social prejudices and all. But,” Maria’s eyes narrowed just a tad, “I’m very good at what I do, Mr Hammer. I always know what goes on in my company, inside and out. And I especially know when someone is scamming me.”

Mr Hammer blinked a few times, clearing his throat. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to say, Mrs Stark.”

“You know exactly what I’m saying.” Maria leaned forward. “I gave you a generous business deal, and you took advantage of it.”

Mr Hammer’s face went from blank to shocked, to offended, then finally to a cocky smirk. “And how do you plan to fix that? I’m sure you don’t have any evidence of illegal actions, otherwise, this wouldn’t be such a casual meeting.”

Maria cocked an eyebrow. “I believe you’re mistaken. I don’t the law to rectify these sorts of things.”

“Are you threatening me, Mrs Stark?” Mr Hammer outright growled.

“Only if I need to be.” Maria didn’t flinch.

“And just what do you think you have to threaten me with?” Mr Hammer demanded. “If the business deal falls apart, you’ll lose just as much.”

Maria glanced around the room, eyes falling on Justin. “You have a lovely son. I’m sure he’ll be a wonderful heir to your company.” Maria picked up the teacup, taking a sip.

“You’re threatening to hurt my son?” Mr Hammer stood up, taking a step back.

“Am I?” Maria tilted her head to the side. “All you have to do is keep the business deal clean on both ends. I don’t think that’s too hard.”

“If you think you can threaten me into compliance,” Mr Hammer hissed, “you should know, I won’t let a woman tell me what to do. You wouldn��t hurt Justin. You’re bluffing.”

Maria pressed her lips. “I never said I would hurt Justin.” She glanced at Tony, smiling with all her teeth. “Did I, ‘Tonio?”

“You didn’t.” Tony sat up.

“And I don’t plan to.” Maria studied her nails. “I can’t speak for ‘Tonio will do, though.”

Maria gave Tony a single look, and that was all Tony needed. Tony stood up, wearing a feral grin. He sauntered over to where Justin was sitting. Justin was sitting still, glaring at Tony. Waiting for the bluff.

Tony stood right next to Justin, bending over so his mouth was right next to Justin’s ear. “Hey Justin,” Tony whispered in a soft purr.

Then he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and slammed it into Justin’s hand.

Justin screamed, staring at his bleeding hand, that now had a knife pinning it against the armrest of the chair he was sitting in. Tony pulled the knife out just as quickly as he’d put it in.

“Who’s in a pool of their own blood now?” Tony murmured in Justin’s ear, then threw himself back down onto the couch, twirling the blood-soaked knife between his fingers while he sucked the lollipop in his other hand.

Mr Hammer stared at his bleeding son with a look Tony could only describe as pure horror. He only managed to look at Tony for a brief moment, the toothy smirk Tony gave him scared any eye contact away instantly.

“I’ll… look into fixing the problem,” Mr Hammer said, tugging on his tie. “Justin, let’s go.”

Justin stood up, looking white in the face. He cradled his bleeding hand to his chest, stumbling out of the house to follow his father. Tony watched the door slam shut, still smiling.

“Thank you, ‘Tonio,” Maria said as soon as they were gone. “You make me so proud, figlio.”

Tony put the bloody knife down and gave a genuine smile. “Anything for you, madre.”

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