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cr0w-covered0n-m0ss · 1 year

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Its 4:11 am i have not sleept and English is not my first language so if something is wrong or too much of a occ I'm sorry, i just had to make something of this, again it will make no sense and I'm still learning how to properly write and narrate,if you have a tip or something i would really treasure it

Even a Watcher is being Watched

-"BECAUSE IM ME"- Those simple words came out of the mouth of the dirty blond boy muffled by his closed teeth,he was angry, not at "tim" for confronting him, no no, he couldn't anyhow, he was mad at himself.

He was mad that not even he, a watcher, A god, being of chaos, creator of the so-called "Death games", that he as powerful as can be is still a cursed soul.

When grian first noticed was on the first day, on the first game, when he accidentally killed scar, although grian didn't tough of it for the first few days, it become more and more clear how no matter how much he tried to keep scar safe, it will bounce back, to the point in where it was a red and green duo, the duo that destroyed its own home, in where grian was forced to kill that same man, the man he screamed at to put some clothes on and be more protected, the man who'm he promised loyalty to, and the man he loved most, just that; kill him with his own fists, on the remains of his desert, close to a grave.

He never will forget the pain it caused to kill that man, the man who didn't hit grian even tho he was "betraying" him.

Pain knowing that Scar was willing to let grian take his life away from home.

The blood on his knuckles, the phantom feeling of his hugs, of grian's fist against scar's face.

Thats why even if it was for 10 seconds of that pain, he could not take it and decided to take his own life.

The second time was also to that cat-loving-guy, he told him to not be together again and that "everything that happend before does not matter now".

At that point he understood that those events where part of his curse, like Jimmy's,just that not so obvious, yet again on his ignorance,thinking that he could break it on a heartbeat,but no. He hurted the brunette and himself with those lying word's, and not just Scar but also his teammates, mostly Mumbo, who he made sure to take out the "game" taking once again the life of someone he loved with his whole heart.

The feeling was more bearable now, and that made grian feel sick.

The thrirth game was one of the hardest

As someone might think, being the soulmate of the person you first loved and abandoned is not a easy thing.

He tried to be as cold enough, to drive Scar away but it didn't budge, he just forgave grian and continued to be at his side, that something grian never got happy for.

And yet again he managed to hurt Scar one more time, on the search of something, someone else, he found a second-fake-soulmate; He and BigB called themself's "secret soulmates" even tho the secret part did not last more than a few days before Scar overheard them, hearing how grian was with someone else, doing all the things he wished grian to be with him.

Yet never said anything directly, just that one chance for grian to be truthfull with some "cookies", a painful reminder for the avian of what they used to be, and a reminder of the fact that he should not be griving over the thing he destroyed.

Not to mention the death of his secret soulmate, and his own soulmate being because of grian's own recklessness.

On the forth game it was more easy to deal with at least on the beginning it was, he got to see scar over the distance, and got a small group "bad boy's" he was happy for a while, even played as a watcher making more boogie's, to not "being sastificed with how fast the kill was made"

Grian's was feeling a little bit better over his curse, even Tim was having improvment's not dying first.

He even forgot about it, everything was going as good as it could, alies and enemy's not being that apart, for both good and bad. He made shinenigans and even a few good moments with his teammates.

That until that day, the day grian killed both of "his boy's", one was not his fault or so grian says to not get over the fact that both curses are coming back.

The other one was also an accident, people knew him too well, they knew that he could not get over a button unpressed. Yet it backfired for Lizzie pearl, and himself

Once again killing one of his teammate, close to his death.

And to no other than the "canary of death" the so-called "Death omen" even, his almost brother, bestfriend and also someone he loved and adored.

He could not forgive himself for doing it again, and for being sickeningly happy for it.

Grian never understood how his watcher's feelings and his more "humane" feelings could co-exist and yet they did, creating even more wilt on his already dying heart.

#cr0w talk #grian #desert duo #limited life #grian angst #watcher grian #grian fic #third life #last life #double life #gtws #idk how to tag this #writing

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fairytaleliving · 2 years

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Power Ranger! Yuu

This shit came to when when I was watching RPM

can you imagine yuu being a power ranger and being transported to another dimension

yuu probably wouldn’t be too surprised bc its fucking power rangers and god knows what happens there and im pretty sure dimension hopping is something that’s canon

the thing that makes yuu panic the most is the fact that it means their team is down one ranger and they need to find a way back bc oh god another monster is roaming earth

i like to imagine yuu being a red ranger too which makes it works jason where are u when i need you

in my head it would make sense for yuu to morph during the first overblot but my other brain is like

yuu doesn’t know if their usual attacks would help against overblots so they wait

i like to imagine this would go two ways when it comes to the plot or at least the twst universe as a whole

1)the power rangers don’t exist at all so ppl are confused on who this person in red spandex is

like the Great Seven has Maleficent would they really need the power rangers

so when a typical power ranger type enemy appears and yuu morphs everyone is like what the fuck since when did yuu have magic

the other thing i think of is

2) the power rangers do exist have existed in history but they haven’t been seen for hundreds if not thousands of years

like yuu’s presence had awakened a being that was the original enemy of the old power rangers and they storm nrc demanding where the power rangers are

and yuu has to morph bc theres its their duty and they need to protect the ppl around them

everyone is in awe bc they thought the power rangers stopped existing but they have one in the flesh right in front of them

crowley has to make sure this doesn’t and spread to the public bc who knows what would happen if it did

it’s very hard bc 1) nosy teens and 2) how tf can u keep monsters attacks a secret

either way its just a mix of awe and fear in both scenarios

yes ace clowns yuu whenever they say “It’s morphin time!”

Ace: you do realize that saying that wastes time?

Yuu: I don’t see you saving the world with the loud mouth of yours so be quiet

god and the zORDS THE ZORDS

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE ZORDS

imagine if they’re something like in power rangers samurai when theyre cute things when unactivated

but when the enemies supersize and the zords turn into those big megazords

bro ignihyde is about to have a field day bc what the f u c k

i like to think ignihyde would be interested in the morphers and zords and want to pick them apart

but yuu refuses bc that shit is important so they have to resort to trying to steal it

Ortho: Yuu can you please let us see it? Idia is going crazy about it

Yuu: Sorry but you know this is very complicated stuff

Idia, screaming from behind the computer screen: That’s exactly why I want to see it-

i also like to think that when yuu starts to hang out with the first years more they start to see resemblances of their other ranger friends

like not them being official rangers with their own morphers but have the personality of one having said morpher

its not based by hair color either bc theres no fucking way ace trappola is a red ranger

jack has the dependable second in command aura so he would be the blue ranger

ace would be the black ranger bc how much he rebelled against riddle during heartsabyul arc and how hes so adamant against the rules

deuce would be green partially bc comic relief but also bc hes kinda stubborn

white ranger sebek bc of the nobility and bravery he always has

yellow ranger epel bc i like to imagine that he is someone who ties the whole group together

i also like to imagine that instead of crowley refusing to find yuu a way home the other rangers would find a way home bc again dimension travel is a normal thing

that wouldn’t stop yuu from visiting from time to time but just not often and too long bc saving the world takes a lot of free time yknow

the other rangers pop in from time to time bc a land of disney? w o a h

yuu refuses to let twst ppl visit them instead until they decide its safe for them to visit

Deuce: Why won’t you let us visit?

Yuu: Monsters could attack at any moment!

Deuce: They can in Twisted Wonderland too! And we have magic!

Yuu:....good point but still no

This isnt mystic force deuce cmon

Nick isn’t the leader here yuu is

grim has decided to stay with yuu in the power ranger world tho so he’s allowed to do whatever he wants :D

okay brain rot over enjoy power ranger yuu and have your own thoughts i have class in seven hours

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #power ranger yuu #can you tell how much ive thought abt this #i even googled power ranger colors and their meanings

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stayxlix · 10 months

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hi hi hi🩵💗 I had a really good week actually! I hadn't been on my phone much bc I actually moved to a new flat!! Aside from that though, I totally agree that our minds work similarly bc I pretty much agree with anything u say haha😭💗 AND NOW DID YOU JUST SAY THAT MAYBE YOU'LL WEAVE SOME OF THE TROPE INTO OTDE?!?!?!?! I AM SCREAMING. i literally live for this trope and otde omfg I'm unwell. I feel like it really fits them, not only bc they are so emotionally tied but also bc I also the love that evolves from hate (well it's always there but i hope you know what i mean😭) is really strong and pretty much consuming, since both hate and love are really strong emotions, so them combined is a heavenly disaster and makes the relationship in result pretty much disastrous (in a good way tho)!

I would also like to say that you write the tension between lix and mc so well — it's so real and never seems forced.

BUT YES THE MOODBOARD IS VERY MUCH IN PROGRESS, IN FACT IT'S ALMOST FINISHED!!! for now, I decided to portray their relationship/the overall feel of the series rather than them as specific characters (or specifics of the story BC IT WOULD BE SO LONG AHAGWH) and I totally agree that the two colours could definitely fit our two mains, though I would say that Felix in otde is pretty much dark red coded and mc green but a vibrant one (but I also feel like a dark green or forest green could fit really well ANJW IDK??!?!) if that makes sense? I might look into some specific shades and then see🤔 (also, why do i feel like Vans just for some reason fit otde...)

ALSO you are not rambling!! I'm so glad you are sharing your thoughts on this too bc I wanna hear EVERYTHING you have on your genius mind💗 i'm so unbelievably happy that my asks make you giddy 😭😭 I always love LOVE LOOOVE to read your answers and really make sure to go through everything that you said, just to make sure that I didn't miss anything! No seriously I appreciate you sm and I'm so glad I've found you, your blog, and your beautiful story😭🩵

I AM ALSO VERY MUCH GLAD THAT YOU SHARED YOUR PLAYLIST, sorry for yelling but I listen to it veeeeery often (maybe too much for my own good...) and I'm still so happy that I could share mine with you! At first, I was pretty scared that you wouldn't enjoy some of the songs, since I wasn't sure what you like/enjoy and I haven't met many people who listen to crosses/ onlyoneof but now that I know you like it (and listen to it DAILY??!?!?!? OMFG) I'm so incredibly excited and giddy and ahahwbwbbw

I love you too, Alex😭🩵 thank you for enjoying my rants even if they are so long (especially this one💀) and responding! You always brighten up my day, and I really really really appreciate you sm! 🩵💗 you're really special to me too🩵 stay safe, and I wish you VERYYY good luck with everything! Stay safe and take care dearest, i love you and am sending another hug your way🩵

hi love🩵🩵🩵 i hope youre getting settled in at your new flat<3333 im no stranger to how much of a pain in the ass moving can be lol, so im very happy to hear that you had a good week despite how crazy busy i’m sure it was💕

(ITS TRUE I DID LET IT SLIP THAT I MAY OR MAY NOT BE ACTIVELY WORKING ON WEAVING IN SOME OF THE TROPE INTO OTDE) it’s just too good not to😭😭 and if we’re being honest i have been quite obsessed with the whole idea of it ever since you brought it up🤭 because let me tell you i am WEAK for any kind of love that evolves from hate (or maybe love that grows stronger from hate since, like you said, it’s kind of always there??) and that is exactly why enemies to lovers will forever be my number one trope.!!!!! well really just anything angsty but the two kind of go hand in hand i guess. and (maybe it makes me a bit of a sadist😂) but i absolutely crave love that begins with tragedy or heartache like don’t make it easy give me angry passion and raw emotion make me feel something😭😭. because it makes the bond between two characters that much stronger when they do eventually fall in love/realize their feelings for each other (okay i need to relax or this is actually going to be the longest reply anyone has ever written on this website😂)

ahhhh🩵🩵 it makes me so happy to hear that you like the way ive written the tension between mc/lix so far🥹🥹because tension between characters is something i always look for when im the one reading fics, so this makes me so incredibly happy/giddy/elated/all of the above ugh (giving you a forehead kiss rn🥹💕)

AND HOLD UP. DID YOU JUST SAY THAT THE MOODBOARD IS ALMOST FINISHED?!?!?!!?!?!!! i loveee that you ended up deciding to portray the overall vibe/relationship as a whole (even though though i don’t think it could ever be too long lol) and i am so very excited to actually get to SEE your interpretation of the story in a moodboard because i have a certain vibe/energy while im writing it and i am just suuper curious about how that might all be interpreted by someone who reads it (especially you my 🩵). AND I WAS GOING TO PICK LIX AS RED (specifically dark red YES) and mc as green!!!! i was going to include this in my last response i swear✋(but then i decided not to because i wasn’t sure if you might think the opposite and i didn’t want to put any kind of pause to your creative flowww) but come on, it’s us i should have known we’d have the same opinion lmao. (also your comment about vans made me chuckle, because it’s so random and yet, i can TOTALLY see it😂)

“I was pretty scared that you wouldn't enjoy some of the songs” omg don’t you ever be afraid to show me something!! i am always open to trying new things especially when it comes to music so i was thrilled to see a number of songs on your playlist that i hadn’t heard before. i promise.💕💕

i am so glad you don’t think my responses are too long (although you might change your mind after this one😂) but like you said, i just want to make sure i get to touch on every little detail because you have been so kind to me and you have put so much thought behind your asks and the playlist/moodboard are so much more than i could ever have asked for to come out of this, so i owe you that much at the very least😭💕and i am so so thankful that you stumbled across me and my little blog/story🥹 i have so much love and admiration for you and it just keeps growing<333 thank you for sharing your rants with me🩵 and for not giving up on me even though it might take me a day to respond🥹 (work sucks lol) but just know that you make me feel so special and seen and appreciated here🩵 i love you too, you take care of yourself, okay?? i wish you nothing but the best as you get settled into your new home and i am sending the biggest hug your way tonight🤗💕💕

#otde.feedback #alex answers asks♡#🩵

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOY

“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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see you saturday. - dream x reader

a/n: hello! this is my first fic i have written for this fandom so i hope you enjoy :) sorry if this is a lil rough (ill get better i promise), im just getting back into writing for pleasure for the first time in a couple months so i’m just testing the waters. if you would like more please let me know!! any who, here’s a little enemies to lovers bc im a whore for it enjoyyyy

NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI

word count - 5.1k

warnings (spoilers); irl! name used, slight angst, slightest of fluff, porn with mild plot, degrading, spit play, oral(female receiving) spanking, praising, vulgar language, choking, daddy kink, slight sir kink, unprotected sex, dream being mean, semi-public sex, sub!reader, dom!dream

summary: you’re in college and your roommate’s boyfriend completely sucks. afab!reader and mean dream lol

We can’t all be lucky with who our assigned roommates are. Well, correction, we can’t all be lucky with who our assigned roommate’s boyfriend is. You didn’t mind Mandy at all, but her boyfriend was the one who you did indeed not care for.

You weren’t quite sure why or when the hate began for clay, but it may have stemmed somewhere from walking in about to fuck your roommate on your bed. Mandy immediately apologized up and down, but Clay had no hint of remorse in him at all. In fact, he was almost proud it seemed. He had a smirk all throughout you ranting about how you sleep there and would prefer not to have their fluids all over your bed.

Ever since that day, it seemed Clay did whatever he could to try and get a rise out of you. Whether that was calling you names, bothering you while you tried to do work, or just literally breathing in your presence, it did not matter. Everything he did irked you. What also irked you was the fact that you were incredibly attracted to him.

He had this gorgeous green eyes that resembled the emeralds in that stupid game he loved to play. He’s tall, basically able to tower over you. Freckles painted his cheeks and he had a sharp jawline that you noticed was frequently covered in hickeys (thanks Mandy). He had dirty blonde hair that was a decent length, sometimes he styled it and sometimes it was messy. You imagined it would be nice to pull o-

No. You can’t think like that. No matter how fine you think he is, he is Mandy’s boyfriend. Also, he’s a dick, but you can see why she’s able to ignore that.

To add to your unluckiness, you and him shared the same lab. On the bright side, your professor typically assigned the partners, and you had yet to be partnered with him. That did not stop Clay from making obscene gestures at you during lab, or purposely bumping into you to ensure you got your measurements wrong. Of course you played the game as well, informing your professor on how he may have been using the wrong equipment or how you noticed him lifting his goggles for a millisecond, and then having your face painted with a big smile as the professor went over and gave Clay a lecture.

The tit-for-tat game the two of you played was one that you almost looked forward to. That is until you remember that he most likely does geniuely hate you, and it probably wasn't for fun for him, but more of a way to make sure your life is hard. You don’t let that stop you from having your fun, though. At the end of the day, are you really going to let this man ruin your fun in college?

* * *

Just like any other day, you came back from class, and immediately got into bed. All you wanted to do was take a nap, a nice long nap. You were about to drift off when the door to your room opened, and you heard sniffling. You sat up, looking at Mandy, whose makeup was clearly running and had a rather distraught look about her.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” You asked, quickly sitting up in your bed, worry clear in your face. Mandy turned and looked at you, evidently trying to form words, but her breaths were short and she was struggling to get the words out.

“It’s okay, take your time, okay?” You walked across the room and grabbed the box of tissues from off your desk, handing them to your roommate. She swiftly grabbed one and blew her nose, trying her best to steady her breathing. It hurt you to see her like this; Mandy was always such a light in your life, she didn't deserve to be crying like this. You wrapped her in your arms, hoping that would make her feel more grounded. You could feel the rise and fall of her chest start to slow; she was finally starting to settle.

It was nice in a way, feeling like you could help her.

She pulled her head back from your chest and looked you in the eyes. Her mouth opened for a second, almost as if she was about to say something, and then the sadness washed all over her face again. Tears slipped from her eyes as she looked to the side. It was clear that it was hard for her to look at you while she said what she needed to.

Finally, she spoke.

“Clay... he-he...um...” Silence fell between you both again while you patiently waited for her to finish, “He broke up with me.”

You mouth fell ajar, and you pulled Mandy back into your chest. “I’m so sorry, Mandy. You deserve a million times better than him.”

Her sobbing began to pick up again as you both just stood and held one another. As the afternoon fell into the night, you stood close by your friend. You held her as you watched a movie together, supplying her with endless snacks and tissues.

I think it was needless to say your hatred for Clay had just grown from a campfire to the whole forest. You hated the man. The way he made your best friend break down, supposedly not even giving her a reason. To add fuel to the fire, he also broke up with her over text.

He didn't make sense to you. They seemed so in love—everything was perfect. But you can’t question guys like Clay. It comes with the nature of dealing with a dick.

Mandy spent that night reminiscing the relationship, overall trying to find out where they went wrong. She even laughed a few times, thinking of the good memories with him. One thing she did bring up, though, caught you off guard.

She started off with a giggle before saying, “You know, I’m not sure Clay himself is what I will miss the most.”

You snorted before lifting your soda can to your mouth and taking a sip. “And what will you be missing the most?” You inquired.

“Oh, the dick, for sure.” You nearly choked on your soda, causing Mandy to laugh at you. “I’m sorry,” She hiccuped before continuing, “It was just really good! I mean, you’ve seen the size of his feet... and trust me he knew how to use it.”

You started waving your arms, trying to signal for her to shut up. Mandy just giggled in response, “Okay, I’ll shut up now. I know how much you hate him.”

If you were being honest, you had never want a topic to be switched more. Not because you didn’t want to know, but because you felt guilty about how badly you wanted to know. The last thing you needed was to be picturing Clay knowing exactly how to treat you, especially after what he had just done to your friend.

Alas, the topic did change, and silence fell amongst you two as you guys continued watching the movie. You tried your best to let any and all impure thoughts of your roommate’s boyfriend—you mean, ex-boyfriend, not flood your mind. Then, it hit you.

Tomorrow was your lab day with Clay.

* * *

You got to lab earlier than usual, so you could sit down first and know that you wouldn’t have to look up and see the man you despised. Student after student piled in as you were reading the lab procedure and mentally working out what you were meant to do. Last, but not least, came in your professor.

You looked up at Dr. Warren, who was settling in with his things and having students greet him. Your eyes couldn't help themselves, though, as they panned the room and landed on Clay. He, like you had previously been, had his head down, reading the lab. This allowed you to finally get a good look at him.

For the first time in however long you’ve known him, his jawline didn't have territorial marks on it. Somehow, that made him ten times prettier. Free for the taking, one may say.

No! You thought, prying your eyes away. You can’t think of him like that. You deducted it to you just being horny, and it having nothing to do with your attraction to Clay.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when your professor started reading out the names of the partners for this week’s lab. Name after name, and you still had not been called. Now that you think about it, neither had—

“Last, but certainly not least, Y/N and Clay. You two will be partners. Alright, get to work. I’ll be up here if anyone needs help.”

No. No, no, no.

Not him.

You glanced over to Clay, who already had his gaze locked on you, a smirk painted across his pink lips. He rose out of his seat with his things, approaching you in what may have been the cockiest stride you had seen.

“Hey, zit.” Clay grinned. There it was, one of his infamous nicknames for you. That one in particular was his favorite; it was obtained when you had the biggest pimple on your forehead and Clay thought it was the funniest thing he had ever witnessed.

You gave him a tight smile, before turning back to your lab. “So, lets keep this short and sweet and only talk when necessary.”

Clay scoffed at that one as he took a seat in the chair next to you. “I’m guessing you heard of our break up.”

You replied with silence, proceeding to tie your hair back and put your goggles on. Clay kept staring at you, as if trying to get you to meet his eyes. “It says we need .1 grams of sodium phosphate. Think you can grab that?”

Oh, he liked this game. Mostly because he knew he could get you to play it his way. He grinned at you again, showing his pretty teeth before saying, “Sure thing, doll.”

Doll. Your thighs almost instinctively clenched together. You finally met his eyes, like he had wanted. “I’m not your fucking doll. Grab the shit.”

You swear somehow his big smile grew bigger. He just raised his eyebrows before going and getting what you had asked of him. Once he got back, he placed the substance in the beaker.

The rest of lab was fairly tame, that was until Clay had gotten a measurement wrong.

“What the fuck!?” You exclaimed, grabbing the attention of everyone in the lab. Your substance, which should've just turned blue, was bubbling. It was even foaming over. The professor had moved faster than you had ever seen, sprinkling baking soda over the reaction, causing it to relax.

He looked over at you two before asking, “What happened?”

All you could do was look at Clay since he was the last one who put in the substance. “I-I-I don’t know. I may have grabbed the wrong chemical? I’m so sorry, sir.” He stuttered

Your professor nodded before stating that it happens, but all you were concerned about was how to fix the problem. Your professor adjusted his glasses before delivering the news, “Since you two had gotten so far, it would take impossibly long for you to get back to the place you were at, and the lab is nearly concluded. You’ll have to come in Saturday and start over. You both are dismissed.”

Saturday. This motherfucker fucked up, and now you have to come back on a Saturday.

You had no words as you began to angrily pack your things and rush out the door. Clay was rushing after you, though.

“Hey, zit! Wait up! I’m sorry, okay!” He exclaimed, slightly out of breath from trying to catch up to you.

You quickly whipped around, your blood still boiling. You felt like you were about to explode.

“Oh, you’re sorry? Clay, you ruin everything you fucking touch! Maybe if you took your head out your ass and realized how much of a dick you actually, then shit like this wouldn't happen!” You felt like you had just bursted at the seams, but you did not care.

Clay only scoffed at your words before replying, “I’m a dick? You’re the one who has hated me this whole time for absolutely no reason. It’s as if you were born to be a bitch!”

“I’m the bitch?! You’re the one who couldn't even be man enough to break up with your girlfriend in person!”

“Oh, so that’s what this is about? Because I broke up with your roommate?”

“You’re so fucking full of yourself.” You turned around, beginning to walk away.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Clay called out, because he was nowhere near done with you.

“See you Saturday, asshole.” You muttered under your breath, continuing your stride out the building. Before you could reach the door, Clay made sure to tell you more thing.

“Did she tell you how she cheated on me?”

Welp, that sure did make you stop in your tracks. You could feel your heart rate started to slow and the boiling of your blood begin to simmer. Turning to peak over your shoulder, your eyes were met with the view of a defeated Clay. He almost looked... hurt?

You didn't know what to say, or how to feel. Not knowing what to do with this new information, you turned back around and continued your walk out the building.

* * *

Saturday finally rolled around, and you weren't sure how you were going to face Clay. You hadn't talked much to Mandy as you were torn between truly wanting to be there for her and knowing that she had done something wrong. You also questioned if it was even your business to be mad apart, and if what was truly important was you supporting your friend.

Even though your mind was moving a thousand miles per hour, you still made it to lab, this time not as early as the previous day. Clay was already seated, his eyes meeting yours as soon as he heard the pitter-patter of your footsteps. You gave him a small smile before sitting next to him.

“Hey,” He greeted softly. You rolled your eyes instinctively before giving him a ‘hey’ back. Part of you wanted to be nice, wanted to forget the weeks of tormenting he had you endure, but you couldn't. You still had a grudge to hold.

Dr. Warren strolled in, given you both a wave before beginning, “I have confidence that the two of you know what you’re doing quite a bit. For the first two hour block I will be in my office grading labs, but once you two get to the part where you messed up last time, please come grab me and I will be at your service. If you have any questions, you know where to find me.”

He turned to leave the door, before stopping and turning back to you both again, “Y/N, please handle the measurements this time.”

You laughed before nodding, and Dr. Warren gave you a smile before leaving. You put on your goggles and began to go walk to get the chemicals you needed when Clay suddenly grabbed your forearm. You furrowed your arms, looking between his eyes and the grip he had on your arm.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Clay started, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You tilted your head to the side in confusion, not knowing what he w2as referring to. Clay sighed, before speaking again.

“For everything. For the names, the arrogance, all of it really. I kinda had to though.” The confusion on your face only worsened.

“You had to? What does that even mean?” Clay dropped your arm finally as you turned to him. He moved his body so that he was directly in front of you now. You looked up at him, trying your hardest not to think of how pretty those emerald eyes were. They actually appeared a bit more blue today, how interesting.

“I had to,” He began, a smirk appearing on your face, “because I see you.”

“See me?” You repeated. The smirk on his face only grew as he took a step towards you.

“Yeah, I see you. The way you look at me. Those thoughts that float around in that pretty head. I see how bad you need it. How bad you need me.” Clay’s voice dropped an octave with that last part, his words practically laced with want. He was still approaching you, until he had you trapped between him and the lab bench.

You couldn't lie, him having you like this had you aching, but you had a facade to uphold, “Remember when I said you were full of yourself? Yeah, that still stands.”

Clay’s chest rumbled against yours as he laughed. He put both his hands on either side of you as he began to lean in and whisper, “Oh yeah? Then why do you like when I do this?”

Before you could question what he was referring to, he placed and almost ghostly kiss on your jaw, and then another one, and then another. He started to trail the kisses down your neck, and started to suck. Marking you, just like how you wanted to do to him.

You didn't realize how you were leaning into his touch, but Clay did. He also noticed how your bottom half leaned into his, confirming his theory. Abruptly, he pulled away.

“See? You just showed me I was right, and you didn’t need to say a word.” You glanced up at him. He grinned back, because he knew what you wanted.

“Say it,” He commanded.

You shook your head. He should've known you were a brat. In retaliation, he brought his hand up to your neck, cutting off the airflow just right. This made you gasp, and you could feel the wetness building up in your panties. God, you wanted it. Clay’s eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips.

“Say it,” He instructed yet again. This time, he got a response.

“I want you, Clay.” The words slipped out involuntarily, but it was the truth.

“Oh, baby me too,” He whispered, before taking ahold of both sides of your face and capturing your lips with his.

The flames within both of you molded into a wildfire, the pent up need for each other pouring out. Your mouths moved in harmony, fitting together almost a little too perfectly. Clay started to press his body harder into yours, desperate for friction. He wanted the skin-to-skin, he needed to be as close to you as possible.

Clay’s hands trailed down your body, meeting the button on your jeans. He quickly pulled away before asking, “This okay?”

You nodded quickly, just needing his lips back on yours. Clay shook his head, “Words, love. Need ‘em.”

“It’s perfect,” You assured him, before connecting your lips with his again. Clay continued to unbutton your pants, sliding them down, and you kicked them off. Clay grips both your sides and lifts you, causing you to squeal. He placed you onto the lab bench, and you had never been more ready for anything in your life.

“Clay, please... mm... need it.” You mumbled. He chuckled deeply at you.

“Need what, princess?” He questioned, not giving you the contact you wanted.

“You, mouth, fingers, anything. Just need you, please.” You pleaded. He smiled before kissing you again.

“So polite,” Clay whispered before allowing his fingers to reach your core. He gasped a little, before meeting your eyes, “God, so fucking wet for me.”

You whimpered, nodding at his words. You loved when he talked to you.

He pulled your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers up and down your core, collecting some of your juices. His eyes were still locked with yours as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. He fucking moaned at the taste of you before sinking to knees and pulling you to the edge of the bench.

“God, taste so good, sweetheart,” He spoke before talking a long drag of his tongue on your pussy, “Always knew you were sweet at the core. And look how pretty this pussy is. What a fucking goddess.”

You shuddered under him at the feel of his tongue once he dipped back into your waters. It was all too much. You felt like you were floating as moans slipped past your lips when he started to rub your clit with his thumb. The sounds you were making were like chants of encouragement to Clay, as if telling him to pick up the pace.

He started to rub your clit faster, and changed the lapping of his tongue into fucking it into you. You looked down at him to find his eyes already looking back at you. You swear you could cum just from the sight alone of him between your legs.

For him, he didn't want to miss a second of this. Every moan, every look of bliss on your face, the way you mouth stood ajar; all of it he was engraving in his mind. Everything you did was making his pants so terribly tight that it hurt.

Your legs began to shake, and your breathing was picking up, all signs that you were getting closer. Clay pulled his tongue off of you and inserted a finger inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan. The new pressure alone made you crave his cock.

“Clay- I’m- oh god,” you sputtered out. You felt like your whole body was vibrating, you had never felt this euphoric.

“Not yet, lemme get another finger in-” Clay started, but it was too late. He felt your juices start to slow, and you began to see stars as your orgasm flowed through you. Clay immediately ripped his fingers out of you, and flipped you over on the bench.

“Did you just cum without permission?” He growled in your ear.

“I-I’m sorry, sir. It just-fuck it felt so good,” Tears started to flood your eyes as the pleasure continued in waves.

“No, dirty girl, sorry won't cut it. You’re going to be punished.” Clay’s hand pulled down your underwear and he started caressing your ass. You had a feeling you knew what he meant by punishment, “That alright with you?”

“Yes, sir. I need to be punished, I’m so sorry.” You choked out.

“Very well. I think you’ll get ten. After everyone, you will say count and say thank you. Understand?” You nodded quickly in agreement. Clay rubbed your ass, before lifting his hand back and spanking you.

“One! Thank you.”

He lifted his hand back again and struck you.

“Two! Thank you.”

Again.

“Three! Oh my god, thank you!”

By the time you got to eight, there was a beautiful sting and you were about ten times wetter than before. He lifted his hand for the ninth time, and if came down.

“Nine! Thank you, daddy!”

Clay had to pause. His cock jumped in his pants. There’s no way you just said that. He turned you back over and grabbed your jaw.

“What did you just call me?” He asked. One may have thought it was anger, but you could see the pure lust in his eyes. The once green eyes were nearly black with how blown his pupils were.

“Daddy...” You spoke almost inaudibly. He grinned at you before making a request.

“Open your mouth.” Without hesitation, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Before you could register it, Clay spit right in your mouth. Without hesitation you swallowed it, and Clay grinned even wider.

“God, you're such a dirty little slut,” He captured your lips once again, your tongues dancing in the filthiest kiss, “My slut. All fucking mine.”

You pulled back and looked at Clay again, “Are you going to finish my punishment, daddy?”

Clay shook his head, “No, no, beautiful. You’ve been such a good girl. I think I’d rather reward you.”

Clay steps back, and you groaned in protest. That was until he began to zip down his pants. Finally.

His dick was beautiful. The tip was an angry red and you could tell it needed attention. You reached your hand out and began to stroke him.

“Need it. Need it so bad,” You whispered, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the precum over it. Clay groaned and looked at where your hand was tugging at him.

“Let me give it to you then, baby.” He groaned, trying to pull your hand off. You didn’t let him, though. Instead, you spread your legs further part from him and lined him up. You looked up at him, and this time his eyes met you with something different. Perhaps, adoration?

“Please, please fuck me,” You pleaded, never wanting something more. With that said, he thrusted into you. You both moaned as he finally filled you to the brim. Your whole body rocked as pushed in. Clay buried his head in your shoulder and you wrapped you legs around him.

Clay stood still for a moment, you assumed so you could adjust. After a few moments, you were ready for him to fuck you, so you voiced it.

“Clay, you can move.” You felt him shake his head in your shoulder before he responded.

“Give me a sec, doll. You’re so fucking— oh my god,” He took a breath before continuing, “So fucking tight. God, I could fucking cum. Just gimme a sec.”

You throbbed at his words. You sat for a few more moments until Clay began thrusting. The pace was slow and steady, and it felt so nice. But, then he started to pick up the pace, and you knew you were fucked.

Clay’s breathing started to pick up with his thrust, low moans filling your eyes.

“So good and tight, so fucking good for me.” He moaned before laying you down on your back and placing his hands behind your thighs and thrusting harder and deeper.

The new angle allowed him to hit that spot within you, and making your eyes roll. You were chanting his name, probably babbling nonsense as well that you weren't aware of.

Clay’s eyes panned down to where the two of you were connected, watching his dick go in and out of you. He whimpered at the sight, taking a mental image of it.

Your body felt like it was on fire. Only he had every made you feel like this. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed over you with every thrust. Clay moved one of his hands from your thigh and started rubbing your clit, making your whole body jolt.

“Wanna make you cum, beautiful. Look so pretty when you cum.” He murmured, words of desire just flowing out of his mouth, “Been so good. Need to feel you come apart for me.”

You couldn't form words, your mind was completely jumbled. All you could do was feel, and the warmth in your belly started to grow.

“Need to cum, daddy. I’m-oh fuck,” You managed to say as you clenched around him.

“Cum for me, beautiful.” He instructed, and just like that you came apart beneath him, your whole body filling with euphoria.

Clay lifted you up and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your head up near his by your neck.

“One more princess, gonna give you one more,” He growled in your ear before sliding back into you. You sighed as he filled you back up again.

“You’re so deep,” You whimpered as Clay slammed into you, the slapping of skin filling the air. You're were so sensitive, almost flailing as Clay started rubbing your clit again. You shook your head.

“I-I can’t, Clay, too much...” You managed to say, the tightness already knotting in your stomach.

“Come on, pretty girl. I know you can. Look like an angel when you cum I need to see it. Think you can do that for daddy?” He breathed in your ear, his words shaky as he felt his own climax approaching slowly upon him. You nodded in response, “No, need words.”

“Yes! Yes, I can do it! Fuck, gonna cum for you,” You replied, your orgasm crashing over you, hard. You fell forward onto the bench, breathing staggered as your high ran through you.

Clay couldn't help himself, not with how tight you were gripping him. “Shit, fuck.” He groaned, knowing that he was about to cum. About to pull out, you managed to grab his arm, pulling him back towards you.

“Please come inside me, daddy. Need to feel it,” You proclaimed. Clay flipped you over once more onto your back, before slamming into you once again. His groans were mixed with whimpers as he desperately needed to reach his own peak.

“God, shit, fuck, cumming, I’m, fuck Y/N,” He let out as he poured into you, filling you to the brim.

The two of you were on top of the world, only for the high to come down in minutes. As you descended from cloud nine, you looked at Clay, who had his gazed locked between the two of you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to see what he was seeing.

He was watching his cum mixed with your juices ooze out of you. Just for show, you scooped up some of the mixture on your finger and brought it up to your mouth, licking it clean while looking Clay in the eyes.

All he could do was smile, “Oh, come on now. You’re quite the trip, aren't you?”

You nodded blissfully. There was one thing missing, though.

You leaned forward and capture the skin on his jaw between your lips. You sucked and bit and nibbled until you knew you had left a mark. Pulling away, you see Clay’s held tilted at you in a questioning manner.

“Just had to make you mine, is all.” You said shyly, looking away from him. He was quick to tilt your chin towards him and meet your gaze again.

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, and closed it again. You could tell he was searching for words.

“I’ve been yours for awhile, zit.” Clay chuckled, causing you to roll your eyes and playfully push him away from you.

Jumping off the lab bench, you started to put back on your clothes. You gazed over at the clock, realizing that an hour and a half had passed.

Shit.

You looked over at Clay worriedly, and rushed to pull you pants up.

“Alright Clay, I need you to grab the sodium phosphate.”

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seungmvnnie · 3 years

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Flipped

pairing; Chenle x reader

genre; enemies to lovers au, ‘American high school’ au, angst, fluff

word count; 10.8k

summary; ‘The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped.’ You had known that you were in love with Chenle, your next door neighbor, since you were 7 years old. Chenle wanted nothing to do with you. Until of course, ten years later he starts to realize that perhaps there’s more to you that meets the eye, unluckily just as you began to realize, perhaps Chenle was less than you had chalked him up to be.

warnings; insensitive language regarding illness, death, female reader, heavily inspired by the movie flipped, some scenes are near word for word from the movie, so credits to the movie for those parts, although parts of the main narrative differ, as well as scenes. A large majority of the characters are not similar to their real life counterpart.

tag list; @sunflowerhae @byunbaekby @mikasrecs(if you asked to be on the tag list and i didn’t tag you, i’m very sorry, i was terrible at tracking who was on it cause im an idiot)

a/n; Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetit.

It all began in the Summer before second grade. In Zhong Chenle’s eyes, it was the beginning of a decade of strategic avoidance, awkward encounters, and a lifetime worth of what he deemed to be, discomfort.

For you, it was true love.

The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped. It was something in those eyes, those dazzling brown eyes which bore into you. Or maybe it was something about his smile. There was something about him which made you realize that at 7 years old, you had met your soul mate. His family had just moved into your neighborhood, a long cul-de-sac of identical, modern two-story houses, the majority of which had the same identical clean cut lawns and typical nuclear well off family who owned the house and prided themselves on how their petunias were better than the house across the streets. That was except for yours, of course. Deemed the ‘embarrassment of the neighborhood,’ the yellow paint on your house was flaking off, the grass dry and grey and the fence encasing the yard, which had at one point been white was now a dull grey, not to mention falling apart in some places. This was attributed to the fact that your father simply did not have the time. As a painter, he had to work extra hard to provide for his family, especially considering your mother’s situation.

It was a hot summer’s day, the day Chenle moved in. You could remember the feeling of the sun on your face as you basked in its warmth, the pavement on which you sat almost boiling as the moving van pulled up to the house opposite yours. You had recalled that your father had told you to always be kind and helpful, which is why you had thought it appropriate to skip across the road to the nice looking family and offer a helping hand.

Little did you know, your help was unwanted. Chenle remembered watching the girl skip – skip? As if anyone had done that since kindergarten – from the odd-looking house across the way and when she confidently stated,

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Need any help?” He looked to his father for confirmation that this girl was strange. He noticed the judgmental look which was written on his father’s face as he surveyed the girl with the messy hair and grubby clothes, no doubt from playing in the unpleasant yard which she came from that juxtaposed with their clean, green yard. He recognized the exact moment that his father deemed them better than her, a switch in his face where he knew where she stood on the social ladder. Acting according, he too looked at the girl with disdain.

“There’s some valuable things in those boxes. Don’t touch them.” His father had scolded as you reached for one of the boxes that were stacked on their lawn.

“What about this one?” You suggested, reaching for another one. This was the moment that Chenle had realized that this girl could not take a hint. His father had pushed the box away with his foot before you could even touch it.

“Maybe you should run home? Your moms probably worried about you.” He sneered, staring down his nose on you. Resilient, you stared back.

“My dad knows I’m here.” You had replied simply, before turning to Chenle.

“Want to push one together?” You asked, pointing at one of the heavier ones. Chenle scrunched his face up at you, looking to his father for answers.

“I think your mom wants your help in the house, Chenle.” His dad had replied, not so subtly winking at him, as if to say, ‘escape from the crazy girl while you can.’

He seized the opportunity, turning on his heel and running towards the house, where his mother stood in the doorway, when the most ridiculous thing happened. Not only did (Y/N) (Y/L/N) follow him, but you grabbed his hand.

“Oh, hello! I see you’ve met my son.” His mother had called out, a small smile growing on her face as she observed the sight of the two 7-year olds connected by their hands.

Chenle, having no clue how to escape the situation, did the most mature thing a 7-year-old boy could do. He hid behind his mother.

Who did you think you were? He had been here for less than 10 minutes and he had some crazy girl trying to hold his hand.

Of course, for you, you really had thought you were being kind. The boxes on the lawn did look intimidatingly heavy but you were sure with the help of the cute boy stood next to them, you could help get them into the house. You hadn’t picked up on the fact that it had taken Mr. Zhong all of 10 seconds to determine that you weren’t worthy of their time and when he had sent his son inside to help unpack, you thought maybe it would be a good idea to chase after him, see if he wanted to play for a bit before he was stuck unpacking boring boxes. You had grabbed his arm to stop him from running into his house, when he turned around and moved his arm out of your clasp, grabbing your hand instead.

You could remember vividly, the way your stomach had flipped as he stared at you with those deep brown eyes, and you had been so sure he was going to kiss you. He had held your hand! At 7, you had basically considered that a marriage proposal. If his mother had not have called out to you, you were sure you were going to have had your first kiss at 7 years old. The way he blushed and hid behind his mother was adorable, he was so shy.

That night you lay awake, thinking of the boy who was walking around with your first kiss.

If only he wasn’t so shy, maybe he would have. That was the moment you decided, you were going to do everything in your power to ensure that Chenle would not have to ever feel shy around you. He needed to know; he had a friend in you.

While sweet in theory, the reality of the situation was, Chenle believed he did not need the help of, what his father had referred to the evening after you, your two older brothers and your father brought over homemade pies, ‘trash like them.’ He especially did not need the help of the girl who embarrassed him on the first day of school. Yes, you had thought it appropriate, upon seeing Chenle enter the classroom of Mr. Lee on the very first day of school, to run up to him and give him a huge hug, which he of course, had struggled against. That’s what had earned him the reputation of being (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s boyfriend, a reputation he did not manage to shrug off until freshman year of high school, and he only got rid of through dating Lee Chaeryong for an incredibly brief period of time, who was perfectly sweet, but he didn’t find her particularly interesting.

For a while, he found dealing with Chaeryong’s insistence yammering about nothing he cared about a lot easier to endure than the lovesick eyes you gave him. The plan was, he would walk her to class a few times, sit with her at lunch and eventually, you would lose interest, he could break up with her. It was all going smoothly, until his best friend, Park Jisung, suddenly decided to get a moral backbone for once and tell Chaeryong what Chenle was doing. Chenle reckoned it was just because of Jisung’s own crush on her, but either way, it had resulted in a very public breakup. A week later, you were back to obsessing over him, and once again he became, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.

3 years later, their senior year, brought a lot of changes, the main change of which being Chenle’s grandfather had permanently moved in with their family. Chenle did not know much of his grandfather. An old surly man, he spent his days sat in the armchair beside their front window, staring blankly out into the empty street. Chenle’s mom said he did that because he missed grandma, although Chenle would not know as much he had very little conversations with him. The second change in Chenle’s life was more superficial as everyone was talking about how much (Y/N) had grown between the summer of junior and senior year – your face had thinned out, and you had a much more of a mature air about you and for a brief moment of, what Chenle had deemed insanity, he may have mistaken you as pretty. Of course, the second you had sent him the same goofy smile which graced your face every time you looked at him, and murmured the same,

“Hi, Chenle,” the pit in his stomach from the tired repetition of ten years returned.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He had replied, a tight-lipped smile sent your way.

It is imperative to the justification of your side of the story that you understand that Chenle had never once openly rejected you, or even treated you rudely. You would talk to him when you could, and he would reply perfectly politely, which would only reinforce the idea that it’s not that he did not like you, he was just shy. On top of that, it was not as if you actively pursued him. You spoke to him like one would a friend as, how you saw it, everyone knew you liked Chenle, no doubt, including him. If he wanted to, he would ask you out. Other than that, you were content talking to him when you could.

Other than your looks, a lot more had changed in your life. For almost as long as you could remember, your mother had been sick. There had been a time, a very long time ago, where you could recall how the same scalic motif would echo from the piano which now lay dormant, the thick layer of dust that had blanketed it over the years rendering it inoperable. Your life had been filled with hospital visits to a woman you had never really gotten the opportunity to know and who no longer knew you. You often grazed your hand over the ivory piano keys, and tried to flick through the penciled sheet music which hadn’t been touched since the last time your mom had last scribbled on them but to you it was a foreign language you could only hope to understand.

About a week into September, you had been ignoring your English teacher’s in-depth analysis of some Shakespeare scene and letting your thoughts and eyes wander to where Chenle sat two seats in front of you. His black hair had seemed even darker that day, contrasting with the white t-shirt and denim jacket he was wearing. You were so focused on the way his head would duck down to take notes, that you barely noticed the teacher who had slid into the classroom and leaned to whisper something in your teacher’s ear. It wasn’t until your teacher had called your name and Chenle had spun to stare at you alongside the rest of the class, his brown eyes meeting yours, that you had snapped back into reality, the heat of your embarrassment at getting caught by Chenle warming your face. Funnily enough, you had forgotten about your embarrassment when your teacher had called you out into the hallway, where your tearful father stood. He didn’t have to say anything. You knew.

The next week all blurred together into a flurry of emotions which you purposefully tried your best to forget. The funeral was huge, groups of people from your school coming to show solidarity, as well as the entire neighborhood, including Chenle and his family. You could not bring yourself to glance at him, not with your father crying quietly next to you. You did not know whether to cry for the woman you had never met before.

Your school allowed you the next few months off school, but you had returned after only one month and that month was the quietest your house had ever been. Your father locked himself in his room for the first two weeks, and your brothers oversaw making dinner for the family, which essentially meant the whole family was living off frozen pizza for two weeks. Your dad eventually emerged from his bedroom, but when he did, he was like a man crazed. He insisted that you did a spring clean (it was September) of the house and get rid of the clutter which had gathered from the many years of neglect. You were in charge of sorting through all of the things your dad wanted to give to charity, and you had invited your friend Shin Ryujin over to help. More like she insisted. Ryujin had been new to town in freshmen year and had befriended you before she had known of your reputation as ‘Chenle’s stalker,’ and she had been a fierce friend ever since. You had both been folding a pile of old clothes when your eyes fell on your mom’s old music stand accompanied with that oh so familiar stack of written sheet music under a pile of old toys.

You didn’t want your mom’s handwritten sheet music to end up in a charity shop but your dad had insisted that no one was using it, and, unless you could think of someone else to give it to, it was going to charity. That was when, luckily, you remembered Chenle. He was a skilled piano player and singer, so much so, the whole school anticipated his performance in the Christmas Talent Show, which he had won for the past 3 years. Upon gaining your father’s permission, but against the wishes of Ryujin who had spent the past three years explaining how Chenle was terrible for you and you needed to, in her words, ‘Hoe it up,’ you made the journey across the road and knocked on Chenle’s door, clutching the music stand and sheet music to your chest. Luckily, he had been the one to open the door instead of his father whom you didn’t personally mind, but felt as though he may have disliked you.

It had been early before school one morning, when you had knocked on his door. He was barely awake, the sweatpants and loose t-shirt he had worn for his pajamas still clung to his body. He hadn’t expected to be opening the door to someone from school, let alone you, awake and bright eyed. On a normal day, your chirpiness would have bothered him to no end, but today was different. He hadn’t seen you since your mom’s funeral, and he found that he had wounded up missing your ever-present annoyance. He didn’t know how reassuring that lovesick, “Hi, Chenle,” could be. He couldn’t understand how, in your absence, he found his eyes straying to your empty seat, or when he sat at his desk which lay in front of his window, his eyes would wander to where he knew your bedroom window sat. He had realized, in the few weeks that you were off, that your presence was more comforting that your absence.

His dad hadn’t wanted to go the funeral. Apparently, he didn’t see the point. It was his mother who had pushed them to go, saying how bad they would have looked if they didn’t show their faces. His dad had argued that he didn’t care how he looked to a poor dreamer and the ‘crazies he calls family.’ The only reason they ended up going was because his mom had said she was going with or without him and apparently that would look bad to everyone else in the neighborhood. Chenle didn’t see the harm; sure he didn’t like you, but you were always nice to him and it was only respectful.

“Uh- Hi, (Y/N).” He said, eyes wandering down your body to where you clutched the sheet music and back up to your face. Your heart had flipped, a sensation you were now old friends with and usually attributed to Chenle’s warm brown eyes which traversed your face, his morning voice only making him more attractive. Little did you know, Chenle’s biggest concern at this moment was less checking you out and more checking if you were okay, and judging by the tired bags under your eyes despite your outwardly cheery appearance, you didn’t look okay.

“Hi, Chenle.” For once, those two words didn’t make him want to rip his own hair out.

“Uh, these are my mom’s. My dad wanted to give them to charity but, I don’t know, I thought they’d be better with someone I know... and well, you’re kind of the only musician I know.” His eyes flickered down to the sheet music you clutched in your arms.

“Oh- Thanks?” The music stand looked to Chenle to be at least 30 years old and the yellowing sheet music did not look too enticing, but he reached out his arms for them anyways.

“She wrote the music herself. You don’t have to play it but, I don’t know, I just really didn’t want to see it end up in the back of some charity shop. At least I know, with your talent, it’s in good hands.”

“Oh, well thanks.” You sent him an awkward closed mouth smile before turning on your heel but before you could make the short walk across the road, he called out to you.

“Wait-”

You spun around again.

“Yeah?”

He had stood up from where he had previously been leaning against the door frame, his brow now furrowed.

“Are you- are you coming back to school anytime soon?” He almost cringed as he uttered the words. He always felt bad being nice to you, it felt as if he was giving you false hope. However, for the first time, it came naturally to him as opposed to the fake smile he would give you.

“I’m allowed off until January but I’m coming back next week. It’s just so... quiet at my house. I’m kind of sick of it at this point.” His eyes scanned your face again, in the way that felt as though he could stare into your very soul if he looked hard enough.

“Well, I hope you’re okay.” The sincerity in his voice echoed the sympathetic look on his face.

“Thanks. I’ll see you next week, I guess.”

“See you at school.” He closed the door and looked at the music stand he had left leaning against the wall, which, unfortunately, became the topic of discussion that night at the dinner table.

“I think it was very nice of her to give you that stuff, Chenle.” His Mom had said, the clinking sounds of cutlery against plates underlying the conversation.

“I’m not using them,” He replied simply, as he moved the vegetables his mom had forcibly placed on his plate around with his fork.

“Oh, don’t be a dick, Chenle.” His sister nudged him, ignoring their parent shouts of, ‘language!’

“I’m not being a dick, they’re about 30 years old and I’m a piano player, I don’t use a music stand anyways.” He placed his fork down.

“Well, they’re not lying here and collecting dust. I’m honestly annoyed. Just because their house is all cluttered doesn’t mean our house has to be. You can go back and tell her you don’t want them.” His dad interjected, in that authoritarian manner he so loved.

“Dad, I can’t do that.”

“Eat your vegetables, Chenle.” His mom said, taking a sip from her way-too-expensive crystal wine glass. He rolled his eyes and picked up his fork again, purposely taking a bite out of the broccoli which adorned his plate.

“Why not? Are you scared of her?” His dad challenged, and Chenle couldn’t help but notice the broccoli which remained on his plate. Why did Chenle have to eat it but his dad didn’t?

“I’m not scared of her, it’s just- Her mom just died. I don’t want to be mean.” His fork stopped moving as his Father scoffed.

“Man up. You aren’t being rude, you’re being honest.”

“Chenle, vegetables.”

He groaned, shoveling as much of the vegetables into his mouth as he possibly could in one go before sinking down in his chair. He didn’t have a clue what to do. On one hand, the music equipment was of no use to him, so realistically, it would make the most sense to give them back. But on the other hand, if he gave them back they would just end up with charity and while Chenle didn’t necessarily like the girl, he didn’t think he could be that insensitive. Which was why he had deemed it an amazing idea to ask the paragon of good advice, his best friend, Park Jisung, at school the next day.

“Dude, just give it away yourself.” Jisung had answered assertively, from where he had perched himself atop his desk during their break, opening the cupcake that Chenle had given him. It had originally been a gift from Chaeryong who had long since forgiven him since the Freshmen incident, and every now and then when she got bored, would return to her phase of crushing on him.

“What do you mean?” Chenle asked, ignoring the way he could most definitely see Chaeryong staring at him from behind Jisung’s head, taking a sip of the strawberry milk he had bought from the school vending machine. Jisung rolled his eyes.

“I mean, if you give it away to some thrift shop first, she’ll never know, and you can tell your family that you told her. Boom, both people are happy.” Chenle chewed at the straw of his milk carton. He wasn’t necessarily wrong; in giving the stuff away himself, no one got hurt and he wouldn’t get called a coward by his family.

“Jisung, you’re a genius. Come with me after school? We’ll drop by my house and I’ll drive us into town.” Jisung nodded, cringing as he picked the love heart candy off the cupcake.

Unfortunately for Chenle, he hadn’t seemed to realize that, sat with her back to him was Ryujin, who had overheard the whole conversation, mostly because Chaeryong had insisted they eavesdropped on them to see if they talked about her. Ryujin had let Chenle away with a lot over the years; he had ignored you, laughed at you with his friends, talked about you behind his back and while she would discuss how much of a prick she thought he was with you, you never believed her, or blamed yourself, or make excuses for him. Which was why she deemed it a necessary evil to send you a text saying, ‘Want to go thrift shopping after school? I’ll buy you coffee?’

She knew you would never turn down free coffee. And it actually had turned out you had multiple boxes to donate anyways, although shopping with Ryujin was always an experience. You liked clothes shopping as much as anyone, but Ryujin was crazy. She could take 3 hours to go through one tiny shop.

“Ryujin? Are you done yet?” You had whined, the cardboard coffee cup in your hand had been emptied at least half an hour ago, and you had finished looking for clothes an hour ago. She was especially taking her time today, deliberating every item of clothing she saw and the dark lighting was starting to hurt your eyes, the musky smell of cedar wood and laundry detergent was inviting at first, but now made you feel woozy.

“My feet hurt.” You complained again, only pouting at the joke glare she shot your way. The bell which jingled every time someone entered the shop that you had learned to zone out the past two hours rang again, but this time, Ryujin’s eyes flickered up and rested on the person standing at the door. You furrowed your brow and spun to see who she was staring at, and there stood Chenle and Jisung, both looking positively ill.

“Oh- Hi, Chenle!” You waved, a small smile gracing your face. You cocked your head slightly to look at the two boys who had lost all color to their faces. Chenle still looked as good as ever, and the smell of his citrusy shampoo paired with his expensive smelling cologne cut through the woody scent of the shop, his chestnut brown eyes which lay beneath his messy mop of dark hair bringing butterflies to your stomach the way they always did.

“What’s wrong? You look as if you’ve seen a-,” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as your eyes had fallen down to where he clutched the oh so familiar sheet music and music stand. Your smile dropped, the butterflies in your stomach mutating into lead.

“What are you doing with those?” You asked, quietly, ignoring the way Jisung almost ran back out of the shop.

“I- uh- well...” He looked down, staring guiltily at his hands and the rusty music stand he clutched.

“If you didn’t want them you could have said, you know. You didn’t have to go behind my back to give them away.” You snapped, and for the first time in your whole life, looking at Chenle made your heart sink instead of flip.

“It wasn’t me! My dad said that he didn’t-” He stopped, as if he had caught himself.

“Didn’t what?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, and glance to the side, almost as though he was refusing to meet your eyes.

“He said he didn’t understand why our house had to be cluttered just because you only started cleaning up your house and yard now.” He mumbled, and your eyes widened, and you put out an arm to stop Ryujin, who you could sense was about to jump on the boy.

“I didn’t think a bunch of sheet music was going to destroy your house that much.” You replied, letting out a huff and gulping away the lump in your throat, refusing to cry in front of him.

“I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” He mumbled, staring at his hands in shame. He had never wished that the ground would swallow him whole more in his entire life.

“You should have told me. Give them to the shop, honestly. I don’t care anymore.” You pushed past him, resisting the urge to throw the empty cardboard coffee cup at him.

“(Y/N)!” He called after you and you turned again, blinking back the tears which were gathering in your eyes, the constant chanting of, ‘don’t cry,’ becoming a sustained pedal in your head and realistically being the only thing stopping the tears from spilling.

“What?”

“I- I’m sorry.” His chestnut eyes you loved so much stared at you in that sincere way that felt as though he could stare into your soul if he tried hard enough, but for once, you could see a corruption in the honesty, a sort of rotten core to what you had previously thought was a pure center.

“No, you’re not.” You mumbled, before spinning back round and dragging Ryujin out by the wrist who had to drop the clothes she had clutched previously in a pile next to the door, having been given no opportunity to replace them tidily.

At first you had thought you were upset, the burning sensation in your chest was mistaken for sadness, but when you brought your hand up to your eyes to wipe away the tears which now fell, the downtrodden feeling switched into anger very quickly. Not only did Chenle lie and act as if he had cared about you and your family, but he had the audacity to talk about you all as if you were a group of hoarders who couldn’t keep your yard presentable.

You slammed your car door shut - while you had previously loved your run-down little jeep, you supposed perhaps the Zhong family liked to comment on that too - ignoring the comforting words Ryujin was uttering as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“Are you busy on Saturday?” You asked as you gripped the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white, turning the key in the ignition.

“Uh- I don’t think so. Why?” Ryujin replied, eyeing you warily.

“How do you feel about gardening?”

It didn’t take long for Chenle to realize he had traded in his old problems with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for a whole set of new ones. You had returned to school the next week, and the way you constantly avoided him was simply a reminder of how much of a jerk he had been. Not to mention when he woke up on Saturday morning to discover you and Ryujin in your garden pulling up weeds, the guilt panging in his chest as he watched you toil away.

Then one day a week later or so, he was walking back from playing basketball from Jisung when things got weird.

His grandfather stood in your front yard, a pair of sheers in hand as he clipped at the hedges which had grown over your windows, conversing quietly with you as you worked.

He had only ever seen his grandfather in slippers - where the hell had those work boots come from? He didn’t even know his grandfather knew how to use sheers let alone would willingly help a random girl from across the street. The more he watched from his bedroom window, the madder he got. His grandfather had said more to you in the last hour than he had the whole time he had lived with them. Chenle wasn’t even sure if he had ever seen his grandfather laugh before, but there he was, laughing at something you said.

You had been struggling with hacking away the hedge when his grandfather had approached you. Ryujin had abandoned helping you a while ago, but you still appreciated the help she had given you originally. You knew gardening wasn’t necessarily her thing. You wanted to think that the reason you had decided to fix up your yard was not because of what Zhong Chenle thought of you, but to make your house better in this new pre-mom times, as your brothers had begun calling them. After what he had done with your mom’s sheet music, why were you meant to care about anything he thought? But sadly, you knew deep down you did.

“Are you pruning that Hedge or hacking it to death?” You heard someone call out, and you swung around to see a man whom you couldn’t help but recognize as being related to Chenle. They had the same smile.

You laughed awkwardly, clutching the sheers a little tighter.

“I’m Chenle’s grandfather. Sorry it’s taken me so long to come over and introduce myself.” He smiled again and outstretched a hand which you then shook.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Are you planning on cutting these all to the same height?” He gestured towards the hedges. You breathed in, looking at the hedges which you had previously been ruining.

“That was the plan, but I might have to take them out. I’m not very good at this, if you can’t tell.” You joked.

“Oh, these are Hicksii shrubs. They should prune up nicely.” He replied, pulling out a pair of gloves he had appeared to have brought with him, and reached out for the sheers you had been holding.

You eyed him wearily, as he cut at the hedge. “Listen, Mr. Zhong, if you’re here because of what Chenle said, I don’t need your help.”

He leaned back and looked at you sincerely.

“I don’t know what my little shit of a grandson said to you, but I’m just here because of the crime you were committing on these shrubs.”

The previous reluctance you had felt was immediately relieved as you let out a sincere laugh, not expecting his crude language.

You both worked together on the yard for weeks, and the whole time you worked, you talked. Mr. Zhong was incredibly kind, and it was honestly nice to know that there was someone in that house who wasn’t watching and waiting for your families next screw up. He told you how you had the same spirit as his wife who died a while ago; apparently you both had the same strong will. Although the conversation that stuck with you the most was a few days into working together and he had tentatively asked you about what was happened with you and Chenle. You had explained the situation while you painted the wood you had bought together to make a fence.

“Well, do you like Chenle?” He had asked, and your face warmed, your hand which held the paint brush stilling.

“I don’t know... It’s something about his eyes, I guess.” You looked down, embarrassed. It felt really weird discussing this with his grandfather.

“But what about him?” Mr. Zhong had asked, his hand still as well.

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing as you turned your head.

“Well - I mean think of it like this. Your father’s a painter, isn’t he? Well, a painting is more than the sum of its parts. You have to look at the whole landscape. A cow by itself is just a cow, a tree is just a tree, a beam of light is just sunshine, but when you put it all together - it can be something magical. Do you think Chenle’s more than the sum of his parts?” If he had asked you a month ago you would have said absolutely. Chenle was entirely more than the sum of his parts, in every conceivable way. But now you weren’t so sure.

“I- I don’t know.”

Meanwhile, Chenle was still struggling to apologize to you. He had spent all week trying to approach you at school, but when it came to holding a grudge, you were truly impressive. You always found a way to duck him, either turning in the hallway to walk the other way or having Ryujin exit through doors first when he tried to block them to confront you. And every time you were out in your yard, his grandpa was always there. It wasn’t until one day, on a cold Saturday morning towards the end of October, when his grandpa had gone into town to buy cream for his hands because all the yard work was starting to get to him, that he found his opening.

“It looks really good.” He commented, grabbing your attention from where you were watering the grass with a hose. You looked up at the boy whom you had dedicated your life to, who stood awkwardly behind the fence you had put up with his grandfather. You wished you could say he looked bad, but in a flannel shirt, black t-shirt and jeans he had never looked better.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, turning your back to him to continue your work.

“I- I’m sorry for what I did.” He piped up and you sighed before switching off the hose and turning towards him again.

“I don’t get it, Chenle. You could have just told me you didn’t need them. You didn’t have to give them away behind my back.” You looked at him, and for once, you were the one looking into his soul, not the other way around. You looked into those eyes, those dazzling brown eyes which bore into you that belonged to the boy walking around with your first kiss and you thought that perhaps his Grandpa was right. Maybe Chenle wasn’t more than the sum of his parts.

“I don’t know - It was dumb. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I shouldn’t have said anything about your yard either. It wasn’t right.” You let your eyes rest on his face again. You were sure - Chenle was definitely less than the sum of his parts. You shrugged.

“Maybe it was for the best.” You turned back towards the grass, turning the hose on again as if to signal, this was the end of the conversation.

“I- I guess I’ll see you around.” He said, hesitantly. You didn’t even turn to look at him this time.

“I guess.”

He spun to make the short trek back to his house, but not without turning back to look at you one last time before opening the bright red door of his house. Your acceptance of his apology was not all he had hoped for, but at least now he could watch TV with his family with a guilt free conscious. although the atmosphere between his grandpa and dad was nearly palpable, especially when his grandfather reached for the cream on the table beside them to rub into his hands.

“That girl working you too hard?” His dad slyly commented, ignoring the foul look his grandfather sent him in response as he rubbed cream into his hands.

“’That girl’s’ name is (Y/N). And no, she isn’t working me too hard.”

Chenle’s dad widened his eyes slightly, staring down into the brandy which he swirled in the glass he held.

“Do you not think it’s a bit, I don’t know, weird, that you have the time and energy to spend time with the girl next door but not with your own grandson?” He replied snippily, ignoring the way his mom interjected.

“-It’s okay, Dad-” Chenle began, but couldn’t finish as his father cut him off with a sharp, “No, it’s not.”

“Do you know why the (Y/L/N)’s hadn’t fixed up their yard until now?” His grandfather asked, more rhetorically than anything.

“Yeah. Because he’s too busy with his paint-by-numbers kit.” His dad answered, chortling to himself at his own joke, taking another sip of the brandy he was drinking.

“The illness Mrs. (Y/L/N) had was incredibly hard to treat, not to mention emotionally draining. Every penny they had went into hospital bills treating her, and even then, she had been in a coma for 8 years, and then unresponsive for another 5.” Chenle stared down at his hands, trying his best to zone out the argument, especially considering he had been the asshole who tried to give away this poor woman’s music.

“I don’t see what their vegetative mother has to do with their pride in ownership. Realistically, if she had looked after herself more, maybe they wouldn’t have been in this mess.” His dad had answered, once again laughing at his own joke.

“They don’t own that house, they rent it. It’s supposed to be the responsibility of the landlord, and it was nothing to do with how healthy that poor woman was, (Y/N)’s Mom had a blood condition that made her susceptible to strokes, and that’s what made her so ill.” Chenle’s mom sighed from where she sat next to him on the blue couch, before his father had the opportunity to reply and dig himself into a deeper hole.

“That poor family. We should have them over for dinner.” She announced, standing up, grabbing the still full glass from her husband’s hand as she moved into the kitchen.

“We are not having them over for dinner!” His father shouted from the living room.

“We should have them over for a sit down fancy dinner.” She replied, almost deliberately ignoring him.

“We are not - Hey!” He called out as he heard the buttons on the landline beep with each number his mother punched in.

“I’m sorry, I can’t here you over me inviting them over for- Oh hello, (Y/N), dear.” At the sound of your name, Chenle sank farther into the plush couch seats. He just wanted to watch television in peace.

“Shoot me now.” His dad mumbled.

“Careful what you wish for.” His Grandfather replied, not tearing his eyes from the tv and this time he was the one to ignore the evil look which was shot his way.

And so, dinner with the (Y/L/N)’s was in his imminent future, which only made things more uncomfortable at school. Much like when you had taken that month off in school, he found himself focused on the idea of you more than he had previously. He couldn’t get you out of his head, you and your poor mom. He thought he would apologize for the music thing, you would begrudgingly accept his apology, and you could live the rest of the senior year blissfully ignoring each other’s existents. While you had apparently stayed true to the plan, he couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted to find you in class. He had spent 10 years in the same class as you but he had never noticed how you automatically pulled your bottom lip into your mouth when you were focused on something or the way you smiled to stop yourself laughing when Ryujin mumbled some sort of snarky comment. In the same bout of insanity he had experienced at the beginning of the year, he may have mistaken your smile as being pretty. Except this time the insanity did not melt away into resentment, but instead grew into a roaring monster of butterflies anytime he saw you.

He was starting to think he was sick or something. It was like his whole life had been flipped upside down; in what universe was he the one with the clammy hands and racing heart around (Y/N) (/L/N), and she was the one ignoring him? He needed to talk to someone - and who better than the lord of advice himself, Park Jisung.

Luckily for him, him and Jisung were the first people in their home room class the day of the dinner; usually you were in early, but today you conveniently hadn’t been. “Dude, I need your help.” Chenle emphatically exclaimed, sitting down in his seat next to Jisung before explaining the situation.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? You hate her. You’ve hated her for 10 years.” Jisung blankly stated, and Chenle shook his head.

“That’s the thing, I don’t think I do. I can’t stop thinking about her.” Jisung rolled his eyes.

“You definitely hate her. Think about it, you just feel bad because of the mom thing. And you insulted her house, but I mean come on, it was a mess anyways.”

“It’s not her fault. Their family is in crazy amounts of debt because her mom had some sort of untreatable illness and she was sick for so long. Do you know apparently, she had been sick for like 13 years? It must have been torture on their family.” Chenle defended, the stubborn side of him which was declaring, it’s been a decade, why stop hating you now, losing out to this new need to defend you.

“Oh, God, really? Well then, there’s your answer.” Jisung replied, leaning back in his chair with confidence, as though he had just solved the world’s problems. Chenle’s eyebrows knotted together, cocking his head.

“What do you mean?”

Jisung scoffed, as if it was the most obvious thing since the last advice he had kindly bestowed on Chenle.

“You don’t want to be with someone with that in their family. Dude what if she infects you with it?”

Chenle wanted to hit him. He was certain, he had never before in his life been closer to punching someone and God did Jisung deserve it. How dare he say that? He wanted to tell him that it was much more complex than Jisung’s derogatory simplification of your mother’s illness, and just because Jisung was failing biology did not mean he had the right to be going around and saying things like that about you. He wanted to tell Jisung to keep his stupid opinion to himself, but despite this intense fury he felt searing up his chest, all he could manage was a stiff laugh.

“Oh. Yeah.” He mumbled, not looking at him in case the smug smile which had graced Jisung’s face flipped the switch which would erupt the burning anger in his chest.

You had been running late that day. You liked getting up earlier and beating the traffic to school, now more than ever, with the sullen mood your house had fallen into, although with the dinner with the Zhong family in your near future, the three boys of your house appeared cheerier. Your father was good friends with Mrs. Zhong and she had always been a good neighbor, and your two brothers were old friends with Chenle’s older sister. You were only one against the idea, but realistically, what harm could one dinner do? You had woken up and been ready on time, but when you climbed into your sturdy little jeep and turned the ignition keys, the engine made an unfortunate spluttering sound, that rather sounded like it was simply giving up.

You had taken a stab at fixing it, popping the hood and pretending as though you had a single clue about what to look for, but upon realizing there was no hope you started glancing worriedly back at your house. Surely one of the three people who all knew all to drive would know something about what was wrong with the engine. Biggest problem was, they were all asleep, and if you woke them up, you might have lost a hand. You were heavily considering risking the hand when, by some sort of divine intervention, a familiar voice called out to you.

“Need help?”

You started, spinning to see Mr. Zhong, the familiar and kind old face smiling at you. You hated how similar his smile was to Chenle’s; he was simply a reminder of who you thought Chenle used to be. Nonetheless, you smiled and nodded, gesturing to the hood and taking a step back.

“Please. It’s all yours.”

He worked in silence for a moment, pulling at the machinery inside the bonnet.

“How old is this car?” He asked, and his muffled voice could not disguise the astonishment in his voice.

“Uh, I think the last person to drive it was my Mom, so, that should tell you.” You half joked, awkwardly watching him work until he indicated to you to try again.

You climbed into the car and turned the ignition, and it spluttered again, but this time the spluttering graduated into the unhealthy purring sound you were used to.

You rolled your window down, and called a gracious, ‘thank you!’ out the window, but before you could proceed the short drive to school, the man stopped you, leaning against the side of your car.

“Wait a minute, I want to talk to you about something.” You uncomfortably clutched the steering wheel tighter, raising an eyebrow at him, as if to say, ‘go on.’

“You and Chenle? How’s that going?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in a similar fashion, although his was more teasing where yours was questioning. Your heart leapt as your face warmed.

“Oh - uh. I haven’t really spoken to him since.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised.

“Why?” You asked, trying to discreetly gulp away your nervousness.

“Oh, he’s just been speaking about you a lot more, is all. Have fun at school.”

Your five-minute drive to school was the most anxiety ridden drive you had ever experienced. What did he mean speaking about you more? He was asking about your relationship so would that suggest Chenle was saying nice things? Did Chenle maybe like you? Of course, the idea of Chenle having any sort of romantic feelings towards you felt nearly laughable at this point, but this glimmer of hope that had remained from the past ten years that maybe, just maybe, you had finally grabbed the attention of those sweet brown eyes simmered in your chest before you could push it away. He had treated you badly, you reminded yourself. You didn’t need him.

You stormed into school that morning, affirming that you did not need Zhong Chenle in your life, and if he did finally notice you, that was not your problem. But the little girl in you who had walked up to the door of your classroom to overhear Chenle say your name insisted on eavesdropping. And who were you to say no to her?

“... That’s the thing, I don’t think I do. I can’t stop thinking about her.” You couldn’t stop instinctual fluttering of your heart. Chenle couldn’t stop thinking about you. Chenle couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your previous conclusion that he was not more than the sum of his parts was thrown out of the window and replaced with schoolgirl butterflies.

“You definitely hate her. Think about it, you just feel bad because of the mom thing. And you insulted her house, but I mean come on, it was a mess anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Park Jisung was a self-righteous dick.

“It’s not her fault. Their family is in crazy amounts of debt because her mom had some sort of untreatable illness and she was sick for so long. Do you know apparently she had been sick for like 13 years? It must have been torture on their family.” You had never heard him defend you before, and you couldn’t help the small smile which grew on your face.

“Oh, God, really? Well then, there’s your answer.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t want to be with someone with that in their family. Dude what if she infects you with it?” Your previously elated heart dropped to your stomach as your face fell. Chenle wasn’t going to let him away with that, was he?

“Oh. Yeah.” He was. Zhong Chenle had the perfect knack of getting your hopes up, and just when your heart had warmed to him again, crushing it, and you were sick of it. You spun on your heel, making your way back out to your car without even thinking about it. You didn’t want to have to look at him.

You thought about the situation as you got ready for dinner that night. You were sick of this stupid game of cat and mouse, where you inevitably always ended up hurt. And thinking back on the past ten years, Chenle had never been a good friend to you. Ever. He gave away your sheet music, he insulted you and now he was talking about you with his friends as if you were some sort of plague just waiting to infect him. You were sick of it and you were sick of him. Zhong Chenle meant nothing to you anymore.

You had half an idea to march out into the hallway where your father was calling you and tell him that you did not want to go, and he couldn’t make you. You drew together pieces of this declaration in your head before firmly making your way into the hall, entirely ready to tell him where the Zhong family could go, but then you saw his face. He had shaved for the first time in a month, the clothes he wore was ironed and smart, and you could have sworn he smelled better than he had in a while. Your previously parted lips closed again and instead of communicating your desire to be anywhere but the Zhong house, the corners turned slightly, mustering up the most sincere smile you could. You could suck up having to sit opposite Chenle for your family - They had gone through so much recently, you thought maybe you could deal with him for another night.

Your plans to snub him was momentarily interrupted when you realized, as he stomped down the stairs into the entry way of the house, where your family awkwardly hovered, exchanging greetings with the Zhong family, he had worn your favorite jean jacket, white t-shirt and black jeans combo that used to make you melt at the knees. Like always, it made his dark hair seem darker, but you pushed back the bubbling butterflies. What he had done was unforgiveable.

“Why don’t I show you guys my room?” His sister had emphatically exclaimed to your brothers who glanced to your dad. He gave a disinterested shrug, and the three stomped up past where Chenle came from. “Chenle, sweetie, why don’t you bring (Y/N) up to your room? The adults can talk down here.” His mom suggested.

“No, Mrs. Zhong, it’s okay-” You began, but you didn’t get to finish.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, I know you won’t want to be stuck with the adults. Just no funny business!” You ignored the sly comment which Chenle’s dad mumbled under his breath about, ‘that being unlikely,’ and hesitantly made your way up the stairs, following in Chenle’s footsteps. His house was the exact same as yours - sure his stairs didn’t creak from years of you and your brothers abuse , and it was much sleeker - the black and white modern décor juxtaposed greatly with the warm, yellow tones of your own house, plus the fact they obvious could afford to have their carpet replaced with hardwood floors, but other than that, there was nothing spectacularly upper class about their house that would suggest they had any right to look down on yours.

His room matched his personality to a tee. With grey-white walls plastered with posters of his favorite musicians and athletes whom you didn’t recognize, the room was small but clean and smelt like him. That familiar citrusy scent you associated with him filled the air, and past you would have been intoxicated by him, but current you knew better.

He sat down on top of the checked black and white duvet cover, (little did you know, he was secretly celebrating the fact he had happened to change the Stephen Curry bed sheets the day before) and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You remained standing.

“Uh- Hi.” He greeted, a softness to his voice you didn’t recognize but nearly succeeded in melting the barricade you had placed around your heart. Nearly. You didn’t respond, staring down at your shoes as if, suddenly your vans were the most interesting thing in the world.

“You look really pretty.” There he was again, trying to get your hopes up only to smash them again. You wouldn’t let him. Not this time.

“I know what you and Jisung were saying about my mom. And I’m done with you, okay? You can stop this act now.” You blurted out before you could even stop yourself.

Chenle’s face fell, and his head jerked to the side, almost as if you had genuinely slapped him in the face. He looked like a wounded puppy. Why was it so hard to stay angry at him?

“I- Look, (Y/N), it was wrong what Jisung said, I know. I wanted to hit him.” You raised an eyebrow, which sharpened your features and nearly made Chenle melt, both from the radiating heat of your anger and the sheer attractiveness of the action.

“You didn’t say anything to him. You just agreed and laughed. Like a coward.” You replied, simply.

“Yeah - I know. It was wrong of me. I’m sorry, but look, I’ve had a recent... self-discovery and I like you, (Y/N). If you could just give me a second chance.” He pleaded, standing up to look at you sincerely. His honest, chestnut eyes did not hold the same rotten core you had seen in them a month ago in the charity shop, but you held your ground nonetheless. “Third chance, you mean. Realistically, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. We’ve lived next to each other for 10 years and we’ve had, what, two civil conversations?” Chenle was the one to look down at his feet now, focusing on the hardwood floors. You weren’t wrong - you didn’t really know each other. You relished in the silence as Chenle thought for a moment, before he mumbled,

“That doesn’t change how I feel about you, though.”

“Well it should.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his mother’s screaming for them to come to dinner. You had turned and left before he even had the opportunity to draw breath and he was left alone in his empty room, which grey walls that had previously been illuminated with the presence of you had dulled in the absence of your vivacity.

Dinner was a success for the most part, except for the torture of sitting across from you. He bore holes into the side of your head, but you were so skilled in acting as if he wasn’t there, he was starting to question his actual presence at the dinner table; if it were just you and him sitting there, he would have been convinced he was some sort of ghostly apparition.

“So, you paint, right?” His grandfather had directed toward your dad who nodded politely.

“Yeah, I always loved art and - well I couldn’t afford to go to college so I thought why not kill two birds with one stone and do something I love that I don’t need a college education for.” He replied, the bright look on his face when talking about something he loved was so similar to how you used to look at him that Chenle almost felt sick with guilt.

“And you make much money off of that?” His dad had commented, his knife and fork obnoxiously clinking against the plate. Chenle almost sunk down in his chair.

“I make enough.” Your dad replied, stiffly. He spoke how you spoke to him a mere 15 minutes ago.

“Didn’t you used to like art?” His grandfather had asked, turning to his Dad who shrugged, sipping from his expensive wine glass.

“I painted a little.” Chenle had never seen his dad so uncomfortable.

“No, I remember, you wanted to go to art school, right? But my daughter here talked you out of it.” His dad squirmed in his seat as his mother awkwardly laughed, avoiding the topic entirely and asking your dad another question about his job.

The more your dad discussed his ventures into the world of art, the quieter his dad got. He tried to plaster on a smile every now and then, but underneath, Chenle could tell he was sad. He thought about how his dad had always looked down on your family, and the countless times he had referred to your dad as being ridiculous, a low-life who needed to get a ‘proper job.’ He watched the man who had dwindled his life away and wondered, if he was simply angry at himself, as opposed to the kind family across the street. His father was a coward who didn’t chase what he wanted because he was too scared. Chenle swore to himself there and then, that he would not be a coward, like his father. He refused to become the bitter, jealous old man across the street. And so, late that night, after you had all left, he rifled through the papers on his desk and hatched a plan.

Patience and timing were key elements to Chenle’s plan - A month, to be precise. The day of the Christmas talent show. Everyone was excited to watch Chenle perform, especially now that it had been spread that he was dedicating his performance to someone in the audience. Pretty much everyone in the school who was attracted to boys were praying it was them. All except for you, who still hadn’t spoken to him since that fateful night in his bedroom and had resumed your strategic avoidance of him.

He nervously peaked from the side of the stage of the school theatre which had been transformed from it’s boring wood and red velvet into an explosion of tinsel and fairy lights, the excessive Christmas décor almost hurt his eyes. He stared into the audience past Chaeryong’s skillful dancing on stage, despite her optimistic glances towards him, as he clutched sheet music in his hands. He had enlisted Ryujin’s help to ensure that you were sitting in the very middle of the front row, despite her unwillingness. He had to promise her that if he broke your heart again, she had a free pass at kicking him in a very private place. His attention was only broken from the way you hid a laugh as Ryujin whispered into your ear, by Jisung frantically running up to him, whispering as to not to disturb Chaeryong’s performance.

“Dude! There’s a rumor going around that this mystery chick you’re playing for is (Y/N)?” Chenle simply blinked at him.

“And?”

“Is it true?”

“Yep.” Jisung threw his arms in the air incredulously, whispering as loud as their setting allowed him,

“What the hell is the matter with you! You have every single girl on campus wanting you and you want (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Chenle spun to stare out into the audience again, turning his back to Jisung. “Leave me alone, Jisung. You wouldn’t understand.” He whispered back, watching and clapping as Chaeryong took her bow, exiting at the other side of the stage.

“You’re right! I completely don’t understand! Have you flipped or something?” Chenle ignored him, breathing out slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

“This is it.” He mumbled, more to himself than Jisung, ignoring his friend who made a last minute attempt to grab him before he walked on stage.

The entire audience sat with bated breath, you included as he sat down at the piano, almost excruciatingly slowly. You stared at your hands, trying not to look up at the stage because you knew that he was probably about to sing some love song to Chaeryong, since his feelings for you had obviously dissipated since that night, and then they would kiss on stage and everyone would be happy for them. You included. Probably. If you were feeling in a particularly positive mood.

“Um, so I’m sure you all know, that I’m dedicating this performance to someone. Which I am, but I’m not going to say who. Yet. They’ll know who they are.” His smooth voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium, officially piquing your interest as you lifted your head up to look at him. He had already moved to face the piano, his fingers - which were unusually shaking - hovered over the keys as he examined the sheet music in front of him, pressing down the first chord.

Your stomach dropped, the familiarity of the scalic motif he played with his right hand causing you to audibly gasp. You hadn’t heard this piece since you were four. You raised a shaking hand to your mouth, ignoring the way Ryujin was almost definitely staring at you with concern. He had kept the sheet music. You had thought all the time, it was in the back of some shop, never to be played again. But here he was, playing your mother’s music in front of the entire school with pride, his skilful fingers dancing from note to note as if it were as simple as breathing, the music enveloping you in a blanket of comfort.

His playing ended too quickly, finishing with a short section you didn’t recognize and ending on a perfect and harmonious cadence. The audience tentatively applauded, the majority - as in everyone but you and Ryujin - more confused than anything, until he walked to the end of the stage, directly in front of you.

“My favorite color is red.” He stated, looking down at you in your chair.

“Wha - What?”

“I am the worst loser ever. Seriously, if you play a game with me and you win, I will find ways to blame you for making me lose.”

“Chenle, wha-” “You said you didn’t know me, right? I’m terrified of spiders. I love basketball more than football but I’m better at football. You couldn’t pay me to take science the second it isn’t mandatory anymore. I talk in my sleep. I’m crazy ticklish. I would literally die for Stephen Curry. I’ve been an idiotic dick, for lack of a better word, for the last ten years, and if you let me, I would love the chance to get to know you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face as you stared into those eyes - those once again dazzling eyes which bore into you, no evidence of corruption, the oh-so-familiar sensation of your heart warming to his words blooming in you once again, as if it had never left.

Your smile resonated within him and he questioned what the hell had he been doing the last ten years. How could anyone, ever want to run away from you?

“If you break my heart, Zhong Chenle, you have Ryujin to answer too.”

He chuckled, the sound of his laugh more musical than anything he could’ve produced on stage, and as you watched him, you came to the conclusion that Chenle was more than the sum of his parts, astronomically. You knew that Zhong Chenle was still walking around with your first kiss. But he wouldn’t be for long.

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"I miss him, y'know?"

Characters: ig!tommy, ig!tubbo, ig!ranboo (/p, best friends), ig!dream (/p, enemy), ig!awesamdude x ghosthybrid!reader

TW: Murder and it's kinda gory, blood, self isolation

A/N: WHY ARE THE ONLY IDEAS I GET SAD???

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It's always been that little bit tougher for you since Tommy got sent to prison, and the fact that he was sharing a cell with Dream made it way harder than it needed to be. The house you built with him, Tubbo and Ranboo was constantly silent now, the house upon the hill you chose before any chaos begun. The view wasn't the same, it was an old city in ruins. The prison was the only sight out of the main window, so you constantly insisted to the boys the curtain stayed closed. You occasionally attempted to visit Tommy, but Sam would only say no. You always had to leave him a note, a note you would rant on, a note you wouldn't even know he ever got. That's why you never went there anymore, you knew the answer would always be the same, so you just wrote a note and sent it by post, or most the time, the boys would take it down for you. You couldn't even have it within your sights, let alone be there. You had nothing to do now Tommy was gone, nothing but mope around in your room all day, reminiscing on things you used to to together.

Sure, Tommy had been in the prison for a while, but this was the first time you never left the house, let alone your room, in just over a week. You would sit there all day just staring out of your window, which looked over the field you all used to spend your days in, only ever looking away to make some of your now rare appearances to the boys to get food, a drink or to go to the bathroom. The boys had enough, they needed to get you outside, and weren't taking no for an answer. They headed towards your room, Tubbo pushing the door open and leaning in, Ranboo hovering over him as he did so.

"Y/N?"

Tubbo asked, you turned around, smiling weakly towards them, but also feeling guilty for ditching them for the amount of time you did.

"Do you want to go out for a walk with us? We agreed that you needed it after you've been in the house for over a week."

You looked shocked, unaware of the time you'd been in your room, away from your best friends, time where you haven't sent a single note to Tommy. You broke down there and then.

"Woah, woah, you good?"

Ranboo asked as Tubbo rushed over to hug you. As much as Ranboo wished he could, all he was able to do was use words, as your tears would burn him, which you understood.

"I'm so so so sorry guys, I never realised how much time I isolated myself for. I'm so sorry."

You managed to get out between sobs as Tubbo hugged to tighter, Ranboo still not being able to hug you as well.

"Hey hey calm down, it's ok. You're with us now, and that's all that matters. Now get changed and we'll go out for a walk alright?"

Tubbo said, releasing from the hug and drying your eyes. You nodded as Ranboo came to hug you, now able to do it without burning, before they both left the room. It took a bit longer than usual for you to get ready, but you got ready none the less. You grabbed a few things like your sword and some food before ghosting through your door and meeting the boys at the front of the house, ready to leave. They smiled softly at you before you slipped on your shoes and left with them.

The views and nostalgia wasn't pretty for you, but aslong as you were with your 2 best friends, it didn't matter. You decided to relax for a bit on the bench. Everyone was silent until you sighed.

"I miss him, y'know. Yeah, he's just in prison and stuff, but I still miss him. The house just doesn't feel right without him."

The other boys hummed in agreement, listening to every word you said, as you unconsciously rambled on about Tommy. You sat in silence for a bit after that, you looking over your now destroyed home, but being able to see the ghosts of everything, the complete buildings, the ghosts of your past selves being teenagers and having the time of your lifes. It wasn't long before you felt something on your forearm. You rolled up your sleeve, and threw your hand up towards your mouth on the brim of tears as you read what it said.

"TommyInnit WAS SLAIN BY Dream"

"No, theres- no..."

The boys looked confused, before seeing your forearm.

"That green bastard, I'll punch his teeth in."

You said as you stood up and grabbed your sword.

"Y/N no. He's too strong, he's not worth it."

Ranboo said concerned as he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You pulled it out of his grasp before jumping off the small cliff infront of you, thankfully not taking any damage due to your hybrid abilities. You could hear the boys calling out and running after you, but you didn't stop. You ran as quickly as you could towards the prison, ghosting through the walls before you were met with Sam.

"Oh, Y/N! Are you ok?"

Sam asked. You looked at him deadass in response before showing him your forearm. He stood in shock, but also knew what you were going to do. As you tried to run forward, he grabbed you by your arms, holding you back.

"Sam! Let go of me!"

You shouted angrily at him. When he wouldn't let go, you just ghosted through him and all the security and ran straight through the lava, knowing it wouldn't damage you, before being confronted by the worst scene you could ever imagine. Tommy's dead body, bedding out in the corner, Dream in the opposite corner, knuckled dripping with blood. Tommy's blood.

"You sick son of a bitch! Why did you do that?"

You questioned. Dream just sent you a smirk, before shrugging like nothing ever happened.

"I took your first 2 lives. Im not afraid to take your last."

You said as you shoved him down into the corner he was standing in, tip of your sword right by his heart. You knew enough to know that it would instantly kill him as soon as you out more force on it. Dream still had that smirk on his face.

"Was his fault really. Y'know, he was always just using you three. Never really liked any of you. That what he told me."

You had enough of this. He was trying to be manipulative with you. He knew if you fell for it he could save his own life. That's not what you wanted.

"Come on kid, join me instead, it'll be better for you. No need to say no."

You pretended to think about it for a second, before saying

"Suck it, green boy."

And you put more pressure on your sword, plunging it through him, and kept it there before you felt the similar tingle on your arm.

"DREAM was slain by Y/N"

You pulled the sword out of his chest, and held it by your side, suddenly turning your head towards Tommy's dead body, making sure anyone that walked in could see what you did to Dream, and you were the one who did it. You zoned out, remembering everything Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo did together. Tubbo and Ranboo. How would they feel about what you just did? How about Tommy? You were still zoned out as the lava started dropping down, Sam, Tubbo and Ranboo on the other side. They were all in shock of the scene before them. You were in front of Dreams body, sword dripping with his blood, looking at Tommy.

"Y-Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality, and whipped your head around. Oh no.

"R-ranboo, Sam, T-tubbo, I'm sorry, I had to, he killed him, I had to."

You stumbles on your sentences, as they all looked at you shocked. Sam was just frozen in place, the 3 of you noticed that, so the boys took the opportunity to reach in, grab you and get out of there. Everything was very different now.

It had been roughly a week since the prison events, and alot of people either hated you, or liked you, there was no inbetween. You thought everyone would leave you, but Ranboo and Tubbo stuck by your side the entire time. You visited Tommy's grave weekly, and left all his possessions alone. That was until the boys went out, and you felt lonely, so you went to go sit in Tommy's room.

"T-tommy?"

There was a ghost of the boy you once we're best friends with, sitting in the bed.

"Tommy? Oh, right, you're Y/N, right? My best friend from when I was alive? Sorry, I go by GhostInnit now."

You didn't care, you were just happy you could see him, and instantly jumped into him for a hug. You didn't know if it was your hybrid abilities that could make you see him, or if he was visible to everyone in general, but that didn't matter. You were just happy he was there.

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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 4 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I know I haven't been able to update as fast as you'd want me to but I'll try to fix that. Your comments and feedbacks are very much appreciated. Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: None really

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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to do something they liked. That was the only way Cassian kept from spiraling. Since sending the woman to her own house, Cassian had more than a few moments when he wanted to repeatedly slam his head against a wall. That’s why he spent most of his time sparring with Azriel. He won’t admit he was simping for that woman in his free time too. Or maybe that was always.

Now, sprawled on a couch in front of the TV, with nothing to do but stare at a blank screen, Cassian led his thoughts to the box he kept all unwanted thoughts locked in. He thought about Tomas, her ex-boyfriend. Funny, he thought. I know her ex's name but not hers.

It took him a little too long the other day to realise they didn't exchange names. Again. He once thought that maybe she was purposely not giving him her name. That maybe, for her, he was just a random stranger who happened to save her life. He snorted. Surely anyone would know the name of the person they saved or was saved by— stranger or not. He supposed he'll have to make do with pronouns for now.

After she left his home, it took every scrap of self-restraint not to beat this Tomas dude to pulp and let him rot in the same alley he had the misfortune of meeting him in. He may or may not have been the cause for some extra injuries. Cassian appreciated the woman’s attempt at mercy. He, however, didn’t trust Tomas at all. He was dubious about just handing him over to the police. Who’s to know he won’t frame him and the woman for absurd things? Anyway, he left a note in Tomas’s house saying something like “Step out of line, lose your favourite part of anatomy. Name it and have it for your meal.” He made sure he printed so that no one would recognise his writing. Yet, all this didn’t calm his nerves one bit. He presumed he’ll have to stay on guard for some time now.

Now, back to the girl. He sighed. He didn’t dare change the sheets in his guest bedroom. He didn’t even let Mor use the room when she came over last weekend— which he could bet created suspicion. No, that room was only open when he craved her scent. He even realised one of his shirts was missing. He shrugged it off thinking he would've left it somewhere and just couldn't find it. Once she came to his house, he was constantly thinking about her. So much that now he started pinching himself often. It was the only way he could stop thinking about her— by creating physical pain.

Cassian glanced at the clock on the wall. 2.30 in the afternoon. He walked to the refrigerator and checked his freezer compartment. Huh. No ice-cream. He sighed, grabbed his jacket and keys and headed to the mall to get an ice-cream with a pout. He’ll have to leave for Rhys and Feyre’s first anniversary only around 5.30 to prepare everything. He has enough time to get an ice-cream and probably hang out for some time. Good enough to stop thinking about her. Or so he thought.

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Nesta wasn’t sore anymore. Her headache was gone almost a week after the incident. Her nose didn’t hurt anymore. Okay, maybe a little bit. It didn’t hurt unless she bumped her nose against something. Today, her nose was dully throbbing because she hit her nose against a pillow yesterday. A very, very soft pillow and yet it hurt this much.

The man’s first-aid and medicines were really helpful.

It really wasn’t fair that he excelled at basic first aid too. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good. With black tattoos swirling over generously muscled arms and shoulder-length dark hair curling at the edges and gloriously tanned skin and hazel eyes with minute flecks of green and brown when taken a closer look at and dimples and—

A quiet “Who is it?” snapped Nesta out of her moping. She looked up to see Gwyn walking to her.

“Who is what?” she asked, feigning nonchalance. Gwyn's pursed lips and glare conveyed that her act wasn't enough.

“Who are you thinking about?” Gwyn clarified.

“What makes you think I'm thinking about someone?” Nesta retorted.

Gwyn sat on the chair next to her and started assisting with classifying the unceremonious heap of books on the table to be kept back in its correct positions on its own rack.

“Nesta,” Gwyn sighed, “Clotho assigned you this stack almost an hour ago. And you've barely finished a third of the stack. Normally, you'd finish stacks bigger than this in an hour. So there's clearly something.”

“It wasn't anyone,” Nesta mumbled.

As usual, Gwyn saw through her lie. “You were twirling your hair,” she said flatly.

Heat inched up her neck. “I was not!”

Gwyn murmured a “uh-huh” and they lapsed into an easy silence till they were almost over.

Gwyn's eyes lit up as it normally did whenever she got an idea. “Is it him? The guy you came with that day?”

Nesta scowled, “How do you know…” she broke off when she realised which 'that day' Gwyn was talking about. Nesta fought back a blush. “No, no, this isn't about him. We don't know each other. Much. Like, we've seen each other a number of times? That's it. Nothing else.” Cauldron, the first part was a complete lie. But at least the rest are true. Will Gwyn happen to know his name? Maybe I ought to ask her. Or maybe I shouldn't.

She should, she decided. She cleared her throat. “Uh, Gwyn? Do you happen to know his name?”

Gwyn frowned and asked, “He hasn't told you yet?”

Nesta shook her head and answered, “No, we, uh, forgot. I guess. We haven't really exchanged names.”

Gwyn nodded and smiled. “Well, he is—”

“Gwyn!” a voice called. “You can't expect me to come over to you and beg for you to help me. Help me only if you want to or don't work under me.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened. She abruptly stood up and mouthed, “Merrill. I gotta go. I’m so sorry.” She all but ran to Merrill, the very strict librarian Gwyn was working under.

Nesta sighed and continued her work. There wasn’t much left so she was able to finish fast. She picked her things and left the library with a word to Clotho, heading to the mall.

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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to also eat something they liked. So, ice-cream it was. After having his ice-cream, Cassian was aimlessly walking around the mall. Here, not more than a month ago, he met her for the first time. Almost a month ago. He huffed out a breath. The fact that he was pining for her this long blew his mind off. He—

“This is your fault— not mine. I’m not taking the blame for this,” he told her. They bumped into each other. Again.

Her lips quirked up. “It is kind of my fault. But blame this—,” she poked his chest, “— for making my nose hurt again.”

Just like that, his mood sobered. “How are you?” he asked.

She pointed at the cafe to her left. “Coffee?”

He nodded. Who was he to say no to her?

So they ordered coffee and talked about everything and nothing. He grinned and she laughed. He laughed and she smirked. He wouldn’t say he knew her well but he’d never seen her so carefree. Her laugh was like nectar for a starving man. Her eyes bright and welling up with tears from laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed this much,” she said.

Cassian put a hand on his heart dramatically and said, “I know, I know. I’m very funny.”

Her lips kicked up a notch. She straightened as if she just realised something. He was about to ask when she drawled, “So I just realised that we still haven’t exchanged names.”

Oh. Right. Of course. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Usually, when people meet, they start with introductions but in our case we’ve literally bumped into each other three times and still we don’t know each other.” He shook his head and extended his hand. “Well, hello there. I’m—”

His phone rang in his pocket. Fuck. He was going to kill whoever was calling him now. He was so close to knowing her name. He pulled out his phone to see an incoming call from Azriel. He apologetically looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry. I wish I could choose not to take this call and instead kill this idiot but I can’t. Just give me a moment, okay?”

She nodded and he picked up his call.

“What do you want?” he hissed.

“It’s 5.30 already, you idiot. We’ve got to get the things ready for the party. Mor already went to get the cake and you’re not even at home. Where on all earth and hell are you?” came Az’s faint voice.

“15 minutes only? Mother above, I’m coming.” he said.

Az’s “make it fast” was the last thing he heard before hanging up. “I wish we could stay here and talk forever,” he said to her, “but I have something up in a short while and I totally didn’t realise time was passing this fast. I’m so sorry. It was nice talking to you. Really. And I wish we could meet again. Though without the bumping part.”

He grinned when she smiled and said, “Bye. Have a nice day.”

“You too,” he called back. He didn’t want to think he imagined the subtle look of disappointment on her face because hell, he was a walking epitome of disappointment right now.

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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Therefore, I am

Tom Holland x Reader

Therefore I am by Billie Eilish

Synopsis; ‘Im not your friend, or anything damn. You think that you’re the man, I think, therefore I am.’

Requested by; Anonymous /// Tom Holland enemies-to-lovers imagine where y/n & Tom are kinda enemies & when they’re arguing one day she passes out. When she comes to, she sees him sleeping beside her on a couch at the hospital . A nurse sees that she’s awake & tells her what happened, including how freaked out her “husband” Tom has been. She’s all flustered because of Tom’s referral of their relationship & when Tom wakes up, they admit their feelings for each other & it’s all fluffy & cute

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“I'm not your friend or anything, Damn Holland!” You bitterly chuckled as you were once again getting into a fight with Tom behind the trailers.

Playing MJ was supposed to be the best thing in your life, but a certain British actor made it your worst nightmare.

Playing Mary Jane Watson was your dream role since you were a child, so when you got a call to audition for the newly made love interest in the new Spider-man reboot, you couldn’t have been happier. Michelle Jones was supposed to be a homage to the original MJ, and you couldn’t even believe that you had gotten this amazing role. But that didn’t go as planned. Especially when you didn’t get along with your co-star.

The little British boy that melted every girl’s heart almost made you sick to your stomach. You couldn’t even stand the small fake smiles he would throw at you every now and then on set, and his high pitched always happy voice made you want to throw a Starbucks in his face.

“I’m just trying to be nice Y/n! I don’t know what I did to you!” He tried to defend himself but your face twisted at his words, the way he made butterflies bloom inside your stomach making you even angrier.

“You should really get off your high horse. Not everyone likes you!” You threw your hands in defeat. “I'm not your friend or anything, Damn, you think that you're THE man, I think, therefore, I am. So don’t come at me. I’m not one of those 13-year-old girls who drool all over you.” You stammered before walking off towards the set your nerves never calming down as you tried to shove away the way he made you feel.

You chuckled as Jacob made a joke, Tom slowly coming up to the pair of you with a warm Starbucks in his hand.

"What was so funny?" He smiled as he finally glimpsed at your happy face, the way a smile looked on you making him smile for himself.

"British boy going to cry because he didn’t get to hear the joke?" You pouted. "It’s none of your business. Don’t you have tea to drink?" You questioned the anger rising a little higher as he stayed planted in front of you like a deer in headlights.

"Tom set is ready." A woman interrupted as he was about to reply, Tom, scrunching his face up and leaving with a knot in his stomach.

"You know he’s a really nice guy once you get to know him?" Jacob told you as the vibes died down, leaving an angry silence.

"That stuck up British brat?" You raised your eyebrows. "I’d rather be friends with Seb and Mackie thank you very much, at least they understand me." You eyed the script that was scattered on the table, slowly wishing for a Starbucks as Tom’s drink lingered in your mind.

Hours after your encounter you were still angry from your earlier conversation. Your hatred for Tom became so present that it was almost draining all your energy. Tom clouded your mind so much you could barely sleep, barely eat and your newfound habits always made you on edge.

“Y/n im worried.” Tom approached you in between a few scenes as you thankfully grabbed your Starbucks from an assistant. “You seem tired and all you eat or drink are Chai tea’s-”

“Wait a minute.” You bitterly chuckled as the grip on your drink became a little tighter. “what the hell are you talking about?” Your eyes went wide as you felt like throwing your drink in his face at his sudden comment. "Who are you to judge my habits. Mr. Im Spider-man"

“Y/n-”

“Ha- Get my pretty name outta your mouth.” You placed your hand up as he took a step towards you.

“Y/n-” He raised his voice a little so he could talk over you. “I think you hate me a little too much- It's scary-”

“Don't talk about me like how you might know how I feel” You raised your voice even a little louder. “Mr.Top of the world, but your world isn't real.” You angrily poked his chest. “Your world's an ideal- Not every girl around here his head over heels for you. So stop chasing me around Holland.”

“Y/n” Tom scrunched his face up as he thought of something to tell you, your words hitting him like knives as his feelings for you only bloomed, your words slowly breaking his heart. “Im not trying to flirt with you!" He lied. "And im sorry but you're the one acting a little selfish right now! I could say the same thing! Who told you I liked you? huh?” He said unsure as he knew very well his feelings for you were obvious.

"You did!" You screamed in his face as you remembered the first week of back and forth flirting, reckoning the day he got shy and stopped talking to you, making you turn into an angry grinch each time he tried to approach you.

"I-" he tried to speak again but the words failed him.

“Whatever you have to say I really couldn't care les-” You were about to shove your drink onto his shirt when you suddenly felt your head going dizzy, losing balance, your body quickly colliding with the floor before Tom could even realize what was happening.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you felt someone move around you. The white ceiling and bright lights slowly took you aback, you stare shifting to the green eyes that stared right at you with a bright smile.

“You’re finally awake.” The blonde woman smiled as she fixed the tubes that were planted into your arm. “Your husband here was really worried.” She chuckled to herself and your eyebrows folded in question while Tom who was sitting in the corner of the room wished he could turn invisible. “no matter how many times I told him you would be fine,” she clicked her tongue shaking her head as she continued smiling. “He still wanted to stay, never leaving your side.” She eyed Tom who’s cheeks had turned bright red, the brunette giving her an awkward smile as a response.

You slightly raised your head, still confused and desperately wondering who was that husband of yours she was talking about. But your cheeks went as red as Spider’s man suit when you met eyes with the one person you told yourself was your sworn enemy.

You didn’t say anything as the nurse took her clipboard and quickly read what was written on it, smiling at you once again when she looked up to meet your eyes.

“So, you passed away because of lack of sleep, dehydration, and bad diet-” She stopped in her words and turned towards Tom who was just blankly staring at the wall as he thought of the nurse calling him your husband. “A little birdie told me you’ve only been feeding yourself with Starbucks Chai tea’s” She raised her eyebrows towards you and you let out a large sigh accompanied with a fake smile.

“And your tension is pretty high- Your job must be really stressful... try to either take a break or find ways to relax” She added with a small smile and nodded before walking out of the room, leaving a trail of heavy silence behind her.

You watched the ceiling, too nervous to make eye contact with Tom who was awkwardly looking at the clock.

“Are we going to talk about this?" He wondered and you sighed as you placed your hand towards your face in desperation, wishing you could just slip away from the conversation by screaming at him and running away.

“What’s there to talk about?” You questioned and looked at him for answers. Tom eyed you with a puzzled face, his traits scrunching up as he did.

“Stop doing that!” You almost screamed towards Tom, folding your eyes as you tried to look away.

“huh?” Tom questioned a little confused by your sudden reaction.

“The desperate face!” You defended yourself and looked back at him. “Now you’re doing your confused face!”

“My what?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“The desperate face where you smash your lips together and sigh and you kinda look like a monkey but it’s cute and it makes my heart skip a beat and agh.” You groaned in frustration as you wanted to turn around on your side, Tom’s cheeks turning even redder at your comment.

The wheels in Tom’s brain turned around for a few seconds as he realized what was happening. You loved him so much you hated him. Every single mean word you said was just a way to cope with the fact that you were head over heels for him.

"You like me." He realized and your face turned towards his, your eyes becoming wide and face flushing as he blew your cover.

"I hate you. There’s a difference." Tom shook his head at your reply.

"Nah. I think your so in love with me all you can do is hate me."

"Nah" you shook your head in denial, trying to hide the blush that had crept to your face with the hand that wasn’t connected to the feeding tubes.

"I would say you even like me more than I like you- I doubt that though." He pointed towards you not realizing the words that had slipped out of his mouth.

"Wait you like me?" You raised your eyebrows as your eyes became wide open, Tom’s cheeks turning red as he realized you didn’t know. The tables turning as the situation reversed.

"I-"

"You like me!" This time you were the one pointing towards Tom. "And you-" you felt the anger rise even more as you thought back to the times he was ignoring you, grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it at him.

"Hey!" He defended as he grabbed it, realizing you would be needing it to rest your head.

"You ignored me! You pushed me away!" You almost screamed and Tom sheepishly stood in the middle of the room holding onto the pillow that you had targeted him with.

"You thought I didn't like you?" He questioned as he stood frozen on the spot, realizing why you were truly acted as you did.

"No! It felt like you played me!" You placed your free hand back to your face as a way to hide the tears that were going to fall. "You're telling me that ignoring all my messages was a love note?” You deadpanned as you felt the drugs the nurse had placed into the tube kick in, your head slightly feeling dizzy.

"Y/n- The reason why I ignored you was because- Because I didn't know what to say! I would see you every day on set and then I wanted to tell you I liked you- So much- But I didn't know how." He almost cried out as he mentally beated himself up for hurting you. "And with the whole movie filming and everything- I felt- overwhelmed." He sighed as he finally got the word he wanted "I felt seriously overwhelmed." he chuckled in disbelief and you placed your head down on the pillowless mattress, feeling too tired to continue the conversation.

"I'm sorry." You sighed as you looked at the ceiling. "I think I was overwhelmed too." You finally felt one tear strick down your cheek.

"Here." Tom walked over to you slowly lifting your head to place the pillow under your head. You watched from under as Tom delicately placed the pillow behind your soft hair, lightly dropping your head as the pillow was comfortably placed. Tom pressing a kiss to your forehead as he was back in front of you.

"Thank you." You looked at each other as you got lost in Tom's brown eyes, the rush of the fight before lingering in the air. A light ray of sunshine sparked through the window and his eyes light up like pools of honey under the warm light, making you smile.

"What?" He chuckled, his breath getting mixed up with yours.

"You're pretty." You giggled as the drugs kicked it making the filter of thinking slipping away.

Smiling at your answer, Tom played tennis between your eyes and lips slowly leaning in as the game lingered on.

Before you knew it, the gap between your lips closed and you were taken into a sweet kiss, every anger or tension that rose inside you during the past few months slowly disintegrating.

"I like you a lot." You giggled again before suddenly grabbing his shirt and kissing his lips again.

"And I think im in love with you."

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hermionegrangerfan123 · 3 years

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Today was the day. Draco was going to tell Harry that he has had a crush on him for the last six months. They were both 19 and it was in the middle of August. Draco and Harry had been working together for almost a year now at a coffee shop in muggle London. It was actually a total coincidence that they ended up working at the same place. At first Draco had hated it. Hanging out with his worst enemy, but then, one day, they started being nice to each other and they had been friends ever since. Draco started to have a crush on Harry when he started realizing how good he looked in his working uniform, how cute those dimples looked every time he showed off his signature smile, and those emerald green eyes shining in the afternoon sunlight. Draco really needed to get all this stuff off his chest or else he was going to loose it. So Draco got up two hours early and started planning his speech. He stood in front of his bathroom mirror until he was almost late for work. He hurriedly apparated to the ally way right next to work, and sprinted in the from door. Harry was standing right behind the cash register and looked slightly alarmed at Draco’s sudden appearance. It was a Tuesday morning so there were only two customers sitting in the back near the pastry displays.

“Hey.” Draco said breathlessly as he approached the counter.

“Wake up late again?” Harry asked teasingly.

“As a matter of fact, Potter, I’m not as lazy as you think.”

“Oh really?” Harry raised a challenging eyebrow at him and Draco blushed. Why was he like this?

“Erm- I was wondering if I could talk to you. In private.” Draco blurted. Oh gosh. Why did he have to sound like that? This was not going at all as planned.

Harry looked surprised. “Sure! Let me just take this person’s order.” As Harry was taking the order of a guy in his mid thirties, Draco started to go over what he would say in his head again. This is how he hopes it to be like:

Draco: Harry, I have something to admit to you.

Harry: Alright, what is it?

Draco: Ever since we became friends I’ve had a huge crush on you, and I have been wanting to tell you for the longest time, but I didn’t have the nerve.

Harry: …

Draco: …

Harry: The truth is that I also have had a huge crush on you for the longest time too.

Draco and Harry: *makes out in the back of store*

I know, thought Draco. It isn’t the most solid plan ever, but it’s going to be what I’m leading on.

“So, what did you want to tell me, Draco?” Harry ran a hand through his hair, and Draco’a knees almost buckled.

“Woah! You ok there?” Harry caught Draco as he almost sunk to the floor.

“Im fine. Im ok. I think I just need some water.” Good going loser. Shut up! I’m gonna do this.

Harry came back two minutes later with a little cup of water from the break room.

“Thanks.” Draco gratefully gulped down the water.

“No problem! But what did you wan to tell me? Something urgent?”

“I guess you could say that… look, I’ve had the biggest crush on you for six months, and I totally get it if you don’t like me like that. I know we are just friends, and that we were completely enemies seven months ago. Just please evolve me a chance.” Draco finished his rant and felt blush sneaking up his neck and into his cheeks.

“Umm—“ Harry spluttered. “I- just give me a minute. I’m going outside for some fresh air and to think.” Oh jeez. Draco had fucked up terribly. I told you that you’d houding have done it! One part Draco’s brain was saying. Shut up! The side of Draco’s brain repeated. He took another girls to go order, and was about to go see if the man in the corner wanted another coffee when Harry came bursting out of the back room and started walking toward Draco. Oh no. Draco thought. Now, right in front of this couple, he was about to be rejected by his long time crush. Instead, the opposite happened. Harry came up to Draco and stopped right in from of him.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Harry panted. And without warning Harry closed the space between them and kissed Draco passionately.

“Harry!” Draco gasped in surprise. Harry pulled back, obviously afraid that he had done something wrong. Then, he noticed the couple sitting right in front of them.

“Uhh- I’m soo sorry. I- we’ll get you two free scones for seeing that.” They just laughed and clapped before congratulating them both. Draco served the scones to the nice couple as they headed out. Harry sat down next to Draco with his favorite coffee. Harry just sat there staring at Draco with his face propped on his hand.

“What?” Draco asked. Quickly touching his upper lip to see if he had any coffee on it.

“Your just so beautiful.” Harry answered dreamily. Draco just laughed and leaned in for another kiss. This was easily the best day he had had in a long time.

#drarry #harrypotterdailly #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #coffee

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marswr1tes · 3 years

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what do you mean, "you love me"?

requested? yes / no

request: I wanna make a request for Leo Valdez pls anything angsty and lovey// Hi, about the Valdez imagine—I didn’t have anything specifically in mind just something angsty and romantic and stuff! I can’t find a lot of stuff on Leo and he’s my favorite // Actually an enemies to lovers Leo imagine would be rly cool now that I think about it

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

author's notes: hey ,, hey ,, how y’all doing....i’m so sorry i took a very long leave. after i got out of the hospital from being sick, my grandmother almost died from brain fluid leaking, and then i fell into a depressive episode, and a whole lot of shit happened so i couldn’t write. it’s honestly kinda pathetic of me though lmao, i should’ve gotten this out way earlier than i did. anywho, this is set around a week after july 4, you can decide the year x. also you'll have to forgive me if i got some things wrong, i haven't read the books in a while oops(i found the header here) ((ALSO THIS IS SO SHITTY AND SO RUSHED IM SO SORRY))

warnings: shouting/yelling, non-consensual kiss(but it's okay, because the person being kissed was okay with it)

tags: @stylishharry

word count: idk man i didn’t count lmao

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peaceful dreams. you finally had peaceful dreams. well, sorta. you were having a dream about the second titan war -which wasn’t peaceful, believe me- but in the grand scheme of all demigod dreams, this was on the more relaxed side. you were currently fighting an empousa with your friend, rose , but just as you were about to stab it, the scenery had changed, and your older brother jake loomed over you.

"y/n." he shook your body. "y/n, wake up." you shielded your face with your arms and rolled over.

“what is it now?" you asked him.

"it's chiron. he wants you at the big house, says you're in big trouble. i think it has to do with the prank you pulled last week." you groaned. last week, while everyone had gone to the cookout and firework show, you had "rickified" every cabin, except for yours. every single cabin,building, and any place you could stick pictures, had been completely covered in pictures of rick astley. and while it wasn't your best prank, you had a very fun time watching everyone think they had found the last of the pictures, just to be met with more. needless to say, chiron was upset. wanting to get in further trouble, you hauled yourself out of bed and to your suitcase. you then grabbed an outfit and headed towards the bathroom to change.

inside the big house, you were met with two unfriendly faces. one belonged to your favorite centaur, chiron, and the other belonged to your least favorite person to exist, leo valdez. there actually wasn’t a good reason you disliked the guy. for gods’ sake, you barely knew him! at first you thought it was his face, but after thinking about it-though you would never verbally admit it-he was attractive. anyway, there you were, in front of chiron and leo.

“so,” chiron began. “both of you are here for chores. first you’ll be cleaning the stables, then you’ll be cleaning the armor and weapons, then you’ll be deep cleaning all the cabins while the other campers are out, and then you’ll be coming back here to clean the big house. i’ll be giving you the list in case you forget, and come back here if you have any questions throughout the day. understood?” you nodded. leo slightly adjusted his tool belt before opening his mouth to ask a question.

“we’re doing this all together?” chiron nodded.

“of course. i couldn’t imagine why you wouldn’t be.” he answered. then you piped up.

“could we split the list in half and work separately but still get everything done?”

“while that could work and i suppose i’d be pleased with the outcome, part of the punishment is working together. i’m not blind, you two. i know you dislike each other. and anyways, wouldn’t it take longer to do on your own?” leo and you stayed silent.

“well then, off you go, children. and leo, dear, before you go, your belt please.” chiron said.

“my what?” leo looked back at the centaur.

“your tool belt? hand it over.”

and so you went, to the stables and to the arena, to the cabins and back to the big house, cleaning and organizing everything without a word shared between you two. or rather, leo tried to make small talk, but you ignored him and moved away. finishing up, you put the mop back in the closet, before you dusted your shirt off and headed off to your cabin to freshen up for dinner. as you grabbed your comb off your nightstand, there was a knock at your door. assuming it was rose coming to walk you for dinner, you ran over with a smile on your face. opening the door, that smile immediately dropped.

“go away.” you said. and then you slammed the door on him. leo looked hurt, but he got over it, and he knocked again.

“just go away, leo, no one asked you to talk to me.”

“i’m not leaving.”

“please just go.”

“no, this isn’t up for debate. i’m staying.”

“what the fuck is your issue? what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

“i- what?”

“is this some sort of sick game to you? is this funny to you, leo?” you asked angrily.

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, y/n?”

“the fact that you never seem to think of what’s going on through my head!”

“seriously, what on the gods green earth are you saying?”

“i love you, okay? i love you, i love you, i love you! and i’ve loved you since you camp to camp! i love the way you fix your hair, i love your smile, i love the way you jump around when you get excited, i love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about, i love the way you play with those trinkets of yours, i love the way when i rant about something you actually listen, even though i’m not talking to anyone but myself and even though we’re supposed to be enemies because no one has ever cared about me that much before. i love you and you don’t even notice. and that drives me up the wall.”

“what do you mean ‘you love me’? i see the way you look at grayson. i hear you giggle when they say something flirty to you. i see how flustered you get when they smirk at you. i notice these things, y/n, i notice. and i notice that i’m never on the receiving end of these actions. oh my gods, i wish you looked at me like that. like i’m the only one that’s for you. like the world could be ending but at least we’re together.”

“did you ever stop to think that i was doing it for you to be jealous? because funnily enough, i did. i thought i could distract my own jealousy and anger and pain by becoming obsessed with grayson. i don’t know exactly what i expected from it, but i know that i didn’t expect to imagine that me and grayson’s interactions were ours.”

“...did you really?”

“of course i did. and i meant every word of loving you too. i truly love you, leo. and it’s kinda weird i’m saying this because i know you’re not supposed to drop the bomb this early on-“

he interrupted you with a kiss. his lips were chapped and tasted a little like chocolate.

“i love you too, y/n. and i’m sorry about all the things i caused.”

“don’t worry about all that, because at least we’re together, eh?” he grinned that perfect smile of his.

“at least we’re together.” he said, then placing his lips back onto yours.

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la5t-res0rt · 4 years

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Wanted to ask about beetlelyds, sorry, I thought it was technically cannon? Like in the old comics after the show ended she grew up and married him. Sorry I’m an old school fan and have no idea why this whole thing is such a big deal. Wasn’t the actor like 20 too? I’m sorry if I sound very dumb. I’m not used to this new tumblr.

youre fine you are one hundred percent allowed to especially when you do it civilly as you have done here

first of all the biggest issue faced in the whole what is and is not canon debate is the fact that there are three (four if you count the limited comics run) publicized iterations of my media

i will go over each very briefly just kidding this is going to a long answer so i will spare the dashboard with a readmore

there is the movie which im sure you dont need me to explain the plot since youre an old school fan but basically the climax is that yes beetlejuice does go for the marriage angle in exchange for stopping the exorcism of adam and barbara and his motive for this is so that he can cause as much chaos as he wants on the mortal coil but his plan is thwarted when barbara rides a sandworm into the house which promptly eats beetlejuice sending him to bureaucratic death limbo

the end of the movie features the deetz and the maitlands happily living together with lydia havign a new appreciation for her situation and beetlejuice gets his head made real small which is very funny haha

so no in the movie they are not canon editors note the actress who played lydia winona ryder was a teenager while filming the movie she turned 17 the year it released

the next is the cartoon which i will admit has the most grounds for being considered canon but in the end the show is about a middle schooler and her best friend who is a ghost which in itself is a pretty iffy gray area sort of thing but for a childrens cartoon to work a friendship is better than the obvious enemy status they held in the movie

anyway in the cartoon they are potrayed to be very close friends with lydia being the person beetlejuice cares about the most and honestly if you were to watch it with no prior knowledge of the media and if you ignored their massive and obvious age difference than yeah you probably would read it as a romantic relationship

however lydia is a middle schooler and that is simply immoral

there have been writers for the cartoon who have been credited to say that a relationship is what they were trying to invoke but for obvious reasons they couldnt exactly move forward with that angle with them establishing that lydia is a child in middle school and a fully grown adult man dating a child who is in middle school is immoral and also illegal in the united states and in canada

this isnt a good argument for whether or not something is canon and i will tell you why with one simple name and that is luke weber

if you dont know who luke weber is he was a storyboard artist on the cartoon steven universe he is known for making a lot of self ship artwork of him and the character pearl

he worked on the show isnt his material canon no of course it isnt it wasnt put in the actual publication and also if memory serves he was eventually asked to leave the project after he drew art of the shows creator giving him permission to date pearl and calling them her otp and a lot of fans hated this because the most generally accepted interpretation of pearls character is that she is sapphic so a lot of people took issue however that again is just a widely perceived headcanon it is never stated what her actual sexuality is no one in that show is because it isnt a show about that its about wait im getting off topic sorry

what im saying is what can truly be considered canon is what you see on the screen and with the cartoon they are definitely the most friendly with each other and that is why so many people in the beetlebabe shipping community take so much stock in the cartoon because it is the easiest to read the relationship between the mas romantic although that is not what the show actually provides in black and white terms

interpretation does not equal canon and in this case no matter what anyone says the fact remains that in the cartoon itself they are friends good friends yes but friends all the same

it is definitely not a show about a grown man grooming an adult and if it were you definitely shouldn’t be stanning it the extreme because grooming a minor is wrong and it is apparently a problem in the fandom

anyway if the cartoon and the movie are both products of their time and there was more leniency on content bear in mind this was the same era as notorious animation powerhouse and known predator john k who was a showrunner on ren and stimpy and he maintained a relationship with a teenager which was an open secret that nobody really took issue with because in that time being a woman in the animation industry was tricky business and your career could be ended easily if you rejected advances luckily time has moved forward and the animation industry although still full of problems of a similar nature at least people are getting called out and punished for it

you can look more into that yourself its really upsetting though

as for comics i havent been able to find good scans of them and im not willing to purchase them but in my search i never found anything about the two of them ever being married in the cartoon again because she is a child i did find a cover where he appears to be getting married and hes asking lydia to get him out of it but im not sure where the comic actually goes all i know is she is standing off to the side shrugging and looking like she doesnt really care

anyway that brings us to the musical which is set in the modern day

in the original libretto lydia is described as thirteen but since they got an actress who was older in the updated librettos she is listed as 15 and the story is pretty similar to the movie the young girl befriends ghosts and they try to scare her family out etc etc

the major difference between the film and the musical are that lydia and beetlejuice are more like friends like in the cartoon

she summons him to help scare after the maitlands attempt doesnt really work so he shows up and they have fun terrorizing people together however she drops him for the opportunity to perhaps get her mom back but when no one will help she goes back to beetlejuice who tricks her into almost exorcising barbara

she agrees to marry him in order to stop the exorcism and he only wants to get married so he can be alive again and cause problems on the mortal coil like in the movie in the musical he states several times its a green card thing whihc obviously doesnt make it okay but still

anyway lydia tricks him and runs off into the underworld before the wedding can happen blah blah blah she goes back blah blah and she agrees to go through with the wedding to save her friends and family with a plan to make him go away for good

theres a very tongue and cheek song called creepy old guy which points out how wrong the whole thing is but everyone is going along with it in a very comedic matter and it includes the line

i cant believe some cultures think this kind of things alright

basically saying yeah this is very very wrong anyway they do get married and beeltjeuice is alive for like 6 seconds before lydia stabs him to death with bad art and he dies thus nullifying the marriage because death do you part etc

so in the musical no at the end of the show they are not canon because he is dead their marriage is nullified and they go their separate ways

anyway sorry about that i just need to make it very clear that these three properties are all very distinct from each other and basically all three are indeed canon since they are publicized material and arguing the validity of which one is pointless editors note all actresses who played with the exception of dana steingold were minors for the majority of their runs as lydia with sophia ann caruso the originator of the role turning 18 during the run and dana being in her late twenties presley ryan however was a minor the whole time and still is one

tldr no they aren’t canon but to the credit of some people in this fandom their interpretation isnt too far of a stretch thanks to the era and some of the writers wishing to imply a relationship between an adult and a child

i also need to address how this is all a big deal and i suggest you take a peak through my discourse tag and check out @leedia‘s blog to see some of the more harmful things done by beetlebabe shippers

the beetlejuice fandom is home to many minors after the musical came out since musical fandom is vast and the ages of its members varies and normalizing pedophilia is harmful to them not to mention the people who have been effected by sexual harassment at the hands of adults

both sides have victims of csa but one side continues to perpetuate the cycle by showing time and time again that this behavior is normal and easily romanticized in the name of coping and literally anyone who has ever been to a good and credible therapist could tell you that posting cp even if it is simulated cp isnt a really good way to cope and you can get mad at me for saying that its totally fine but and im going to remove my character veil here for just a second as a csa survivor myself i think its harmful to not only myself but many others ok the veil is back down

tldr again there is a lot of bullying and harassment going on with both sides having their own issues but there is one side whos issues run a bit deeper in my humble opinion

thank you for your question it allowed me to talk a lot you are welcome to discuss further with me in dms if you wish i honestly recommend giving the musical a listen because it is very fun and despite what some people say its very clever and if you get a chance to see a boot of it its visually stunning

one last note that i couldnt really fit in here but a large portion of the beetlebabes shipping community ignore the musical because it openly condemns the idea of beeltejuice and lydia having a relationship and a lot of the antis take issue with much of the writing and characterizations of the cartoon just a note that i think is important since were talking about canon

#discourse #long ask #i am so tired #Anonymous

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alabasterstoned · 3 years

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Tagged by: @aestheticslyrics 🌟

nicknames: Char, Charlemagne

zodiac: gemini (with a scorpio moon 🌙)

height: 5'8" (Victoria dni)

time: 02:30am

favorite band/artist: Nick Cave, AJJ, Kate Bush, Bjork, Nicole Dollanganger, Bloodhound Gang

song stuck in my head: None rn, I'm podcasting, but here's my current hyperfixactions:

In The Land - Nicole Dollanganger (Give it up for the milk carton angel. Soaked in vomit, tied up at the kitchen table.)

Snuff Out The Light - Ertha Kitt (Revealed to me in secret signs. The mark of the magician.)

Brutus - The Buttress (What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love? What's more wrong, that I too wish to be great or my mother wished she'd had a son? // Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex. My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex.)

The Heroine - Unwoman (So you're a coward, who could never love me. Or you have fallen to the enemy.)

last thing I googled: I dont wanna drop names but i was looking for a specific podcaster ao3 fic 🙃

last movie I saw: waaahhhh, this is hard. I actually hate watching movies and tv shows. Oh! It was The Monkey King 3!! This is my favourite of the franchise and y'all can suck my cunt if you think otherwise 😔

other blogs: @the-napoleon-of-crime (main), @hyerballad (pink) those are the only ones I use actively but here's my hoarded urls too, strap in: @divine---trash @graysons-graymom @blood-drive-time @worlds-greatest-date-tective @im-a-fountain-of-blood @dontbeatmeupbrett @thelambtonwrym @givegriffinanenema (this is related to an earlier question, scavenger hunt) @beckygrabthestrap @doflamingopisskink @bitchofdelphi - im stopping here this is a lot and theres like a quarter more 🤐

do I get asks: not really, i think my mutuals feel free to come into my dm's

following: 3907, im sorry if you interact with my blog a lot and I don't on yours. I genuinely never see anyone I know on my dash... 😢😢

average amount of sleep: 7-8 hours

what I'm wearing: army green joggers and smoothie pink strap top (my pyjamas are always like, some kind of joggers/leggings and a strap top)

dream job: the psychologist asked me this and I accidently said I could never imagine happiness deriving from capitalism. She was like ? And i was like... Botanist. 👄 This sounds like one of those and everybody clapped stories but I was just regurgitating all the shit i read on this site day in

dream trip: machu picchu is honestly the one for me, everywhere else is twos and threes 😔🏞️

favorite food: whatever the fuck the fluffy cream on chocolate gateau is, hot sticky toffee pudding (no raisins fuck you), white chocolate, lemon curd

play any instruments: euphonium, but only to pull bitches 😘

eye color: blue

hair color: bleach blonde (Hitler after reading 😔😳)

why did I choose this username: it was a fun play/inside joke with my ex-freind arkenstoned, from the prince of egypt line "walls of alabaster stone" I love it so I'm not changing it just because we're no longer friends ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

languages you speak: English, but I like to collect both how to say "I love you" and favourite term of endearment, from my friends who have different native languages. Szeretlek 😘

most iconic song: https://youtu.be/lTaXtWWR16A

random fact: The epaulette shark is the only shark that can walk on land but did you know she is also my favourite shark 😭😭😭 did you know she's the cutest shark 😭😭😭 the best shark 😭😭😭 oh no 😭🦈😭

describe yourself as aesthetic things: deer bleeding to death on the snow of a vast forest, underneath the ice, kneeling at an altar - looking away from the mirror but your reflection keeps looking at you, that long hard stare Judas gives Jesus in the 2000 version of Superstar - Jesus bloodied/pleading and reaching out for him - until Judas turns away uninterested, Tamsen Donner alone at camp with Keseberg standing in the howling snow - just outside her tent, 11yr old Janet Hodgson - possessed - using false vocal cords - describing dying of a hemorrhage in the chair downstairs, orange lava lamp

i tag: @imageofvoid @bagofghosts @anthropo-cene @here-queer-and-dastardly @unholyywine @the-vampire-squid-from-hell @urbansockmonkey @hlh-yo @justchernobylthings @sugar-coma @damn-antihero @theshortgirlintheredcoat and anyone who wants to say I tagged them/anyone i forgot!! 🎉🎊🎉

#tag yourself #long post

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ufonaut · 3 years

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Idk if its been completely comfirmed but i read an article about the gl series for hbomax and theres nothing about hal being in the series + the suspicious and recent pattern of comics sidelining hal gives me the very "oh no."

On top of that everything with teen lantern and even simon and jessica (for the hbo series) kinda make me believe theyre trying to push for a new gl "look" so to speak but to me it feels like the same thing with "whos gonna become the next batman?" Or with a new member of the superfamily but instead of having a established story or strong support for "passing down the cape" or whatever its a new person entirely and that honestly it just doesn't work with green lantern and if it did theres plenty of creative room with alien races like i dont see any of this really working out in the long run if thats what they're trying to pull with gl

Even with batman and superman it always goes back to bruce and clark and there's plenty of dynamic with hal to keep him as a present figure in gl, theres literally no substance outside of earth with the new lanterns nor do they have really any traction with lantern relations within their own corp or enemies like hal has with sinestro or the commentary about ethics/morality of law enforcing IN SPACE or literally how the guardians are inherently war criminals etc etc like i know im rambling but i feel like you would understand hence why im typing this because ive been sitting on this all day and tbh four human lanterns was more than enough like to the other human lanterns please leave the room its full

everytime i hear anything about the recent human lanterns im just like :/// where's the weight, the quality, like they keep looking forward but theres so much room for things they looked over on the past like give me more about kilowog or abin sur like please god who thought itd be cool to have a teen lantern like did they even think past "lets try to get as much representation with no substance into this all the while ignoring the opprotunities that this long loved dc hero has within its world of thousands of alien races, lantern corps, social/political intricacies, and hal jordan <3

1) i thought asks had a word limit

2) BUD WHERE HAVE U BEEN!!!!!!!!!!! the good folks at ufonaut hq (me) have been following hbo gl since its initial announcement in either sept or oct last year and hal has literally never been part of the plan, he & john are both being saved for the upcoming glc movie. that’s a fact that’s been said repeatedly in various statements from both hbo and dc, if you’d cared to listen

hbo gl seems focused on untold stories and literally every element of it is a dream come true to me. i can’t complain about the human - alien ratio of the cast because it’s nearly equal (alan, guy, jess & simon -- unnamed alien female lead, sinestro, abin & kilowog), the non-linear storytelling and every episode being set in a different time period is genuinely innovative AND. NOT TO MENTION. WE’RE GETTING THE FIRST LIVE ACTION ALAN SCOTT? WHO’S ALSO GONNA BE CANONICALLY GAY? DO YOU REALISE HOW HUGELY IMPORTANT THAT IS. DO YOU REALISE.

i’m sorry i get what you’re saying about feeling like hal is being sidelined and i’m assuming you know how i feel about the new gls & the guardians situation but as a fan of alan scott. i have to laugh. the original green lantern has literally been repeatedly erased or forgotten or cast aside so i don’t think you can really claim a character coming off a very successful solo run (that had two seasons and an interlude!) is being sidelined

i agree with you about certain aspects, definitely, but i would rather have hal in fewer stories that are actually meaningful & complex rather than have him as the no personality space cop he’s been written as for the vast majority of the modern era (with the sole exception of...last stories of the dc universe). my problem isnt necessarily the introduction of new lanterns but rather, like you said, the lack of substance & weight. i’m ecstatic to see a sinestro story without hal in hbo gl specifically because he IS a sufficiently developed character capable of carrying it by himself.

a lot of representation in current comics does feel empty and it is disappointing but, from a purely canon pov, hal is a straight white man and the most popular green lantern in the universe. he’s never gonna be lacking in appearances. i love him dearly, i do, but complaining about content like hbo gl when it’s giving us something as absolutely immense as gay alan scott in the 1940s simply isnt the way to go

when it comes to wildly mainstream characters like hal & the rest of the jl -- characters who’ve become synonymous with their superhero identities and who have starred in every story in existence -- my stance is mostly what mr keith giffen used to say in his columns at wizard mag dot com

#long post /#personally i just wanna see hal parallaxing again #anon #ask

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