Protective girl (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Inspires by @charles-eclair16 's fic

When fans go too far, yn wants to protect the one treasure in her life

or

in which we finally get to see the roles reversed

N.B: this is been in my drafts for so long, omg! Let me know what you guys think!! WARNING: not proof read, some swear words, might have messed up a date, don't focus on any dates mentioned, this is all fictional anyways. Hope you guys like it

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itsmeyn: charles always goes above and beyond for every single fan of his, he tries to take as many pictures and sign as many autographs as possible, but what happened last night was a fucking joke. He doesn't like what I'm writing cause he says that it was just a mistake and that it was fine, but it really isn't, it's so disrespectful and disgusting! He always wants to meet his fans and make them happy only to receive this insanity, him falling AND HURTING HIMSELF because some of you can't fucking wait and be organized like a human being! Charles isn't an animal in a zoo where you race to pet him! He is a human being, he is a son, a brother and a boyfriend! This wasn't just an accident, i have seen these 6 girls multiple times in multiple places! it's so obsessive and so so sick of you to follow him everywhere.... Charles won't speak up because he is Charles and he lives seeing the good in people, but I will tear everything and everyone for his safety, so for you 6 girls you will be hearing from court soon so better prepare a good lawyer you assholes!

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F1_updates_live: Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, YN LN, seen today arriving in front of the UK's courthouse in a red SF9 Ferarri. It had been quite a week for YN as she was seen hitting a fan after the said fan pushed Charles. YN took this fan and 5 others to court, no one knows on what bases but what has come out is that she has won the case which means that Charles and YN have restraining orders against the group.

username: OHH HEEEELLL YEAAAAAHH

username: yn doing God's work

username: yn serving justice

username: that's what we needed

username: hot girl shit

username: the car and suit combo is so fucking hot of her

username: I think this is too much, like these girls just wanted to see Charles

username: @.itsmeyn can we make them 7?

username: another one

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itsmeyn: don't blame me, love made me crazy

username: YN IS A FELLOW SWIFTIE?!?!?

username: if I had a nickel for everytime yn and I had something in common I'd have 2 nickels, which is not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

username: now I just want her to watch all the charles edits done with a taylor song

itsmeyn: who says i already don't 🌚

username: and I oop-

username: THIS IS THE SWEETEST AND CRINGIEST SHIT EVER!

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itsmeyn: congratulations to my baby, the love of my life, you deserve it and so much more ♥️♥️

username: FINALLY!!

username: idk how to react, ferarri has let us down too many times that all I know is lose

username: I don't see how he deserves it tbh, all of his results are shit for quite a while , he's only where he is cause he's driving a ferarri 🤷‍♂️

itsmeyn: oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the one in a formula one car, in a ferarri, that by the words of many professionals is at its worse era. I don't care about you and your opinion but don't state it as a fact, no one can do better with these strategies. I hate to keep saying this but when your own fucking team doesn't have the same dream as you it turns to shit. Even if charles is the only one in the car, it's still a team sport, not a one man sport. Fuck you and your tiny ass brain that can never survive one lap in a formula one car, it'll probably explode cause of all the bullshit in it before the first lap anyway. So next time you wanna talk shit maybe try to do fifth of who you're criticising is doing, I bet that'll shut you up real quick you dimwit.

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F1_updates_live: YN LN, Charles' long time girlfriend, seen today fighting Xavi in Bahrain due to his mistake on the radio which resulted in Charles losing his podium position.

username: good for her

username: charles is so lucky

username: I love how she always stands up for him

username: honestly, whenever charles or carlos ignore the strategies they win... I really wanna see more of that.

username: this is just Monaco 2024 GP all over again, yn was so fucking furious (rightfully so) cause Xavi's mistake costed charles a p1 in his home race.

username: this shit was so heartbreaking man

username: I think this was the first time we ever saw yn angry at sabotaging charles, like the most we saw was her holding his hand when crossing the street, making sure he eats first, playing with his hair when nervous, but I've never seen yn make someone literally cry until 2024 with Xavi being her victim

username: pffft, victim, he 100% deserved it

username: oh yeah, definitely. All my homes hate Xavi, like can you not say the strategy properly 😒

i need to chnage my username and or make a new blog. or maybe i should just be fearlessly honest about my life if on this blog. actually that might be the right thing to do. i just had sex with a guy and he just left and i was hoping it would make me feel less dead inside but it’s like i feel sadder like less dead inside but sadder somehow. like melancholic. god if he sees this im so dead. tbh i wanted him 2 stay the night and he didn’t and i think it just made me sad but like he has cats so i get it. i just feel like I’m hopeless like a real true lost cause. Not people who say they’re a lost cause for attention but sincerely and honestly cursed. I was also made to be a lover but given none of the abilities to actually be so. I need a cigarette so fucking bad right now but i need to get a t shirt first. Also remind me to talk about me and the guy at the end of my hall. I should probably just go to sleep but I can’t stop thinking about things I like literally don’t think I can sleep. I think I’ll stay up all night nd read and then go to work tomorrow and just b like oh well whatever , it is Saturday night after all. In my head idgaf but literally everytime I sleep with someone it makes me sad but like not even sad just LIEK broken . I feel like broken . Like and not LIEK when most people say they’re broken I mean like ACTUALLY broken. I guess I kill myself or I live with it though. Idk my mom drove her car into the fucking hospital last night and totaled her car but then like drive home 45 min it? She called me today sobbing to tell me about it. And like I just don’t understand there’s something she’s not telling me and I just know by the end of the year I’ll be attending her funeral. It’s such a long story I can’t even describe all the details but our relationship is like my own personal horror movie. And not in the way a lot o f people say they hate their mother .. I mean like she … it’s different I wish u could even know the things she did. I wasn’t allowed to have contact with her until I was 18. The way she is. It’s horrifying. I feel like I have such a love for life that no one can match. Like why can’t anyone understand the way i feel. I don’t care anymore but I care so much. I’m like a ticking time bomb at the point.!

hi! could i please req a obey me matchup?

im 5'2, she/her, straight i have long black wavy/kinda curly hair, a septum piercing, blue eyes, apart of the itty bitty community lol but i make up for it in ass. im very quiet around new people (i barely speak if idk you and pretty much go mute around large groups of people idk) but once i get comfy around you I'm very sarcastic, and cracking jokes all the time. i really enjoy cooking for people i care about, watching Disney movies with my kids, spending time outdoors and smoking the devils lettuce, well i typically smoke dabs but yk what i mean. i hate soup (it is a sad chunky beverage not a meal okay?) i don't really have an ideal date, as long as im spending time with my loved one i dont care what were doing. what attracts me to someone is if they're funny, loving and make me feel safe oh and my name is ivy

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MATCH-UP FOR IVY

— details ; obey me x no stated gender! reader ; match-up based ; obey me m.list ; she/her

— requests are open as of 23/8 —> 11 match-ups left

— a/n : hello hello sorry this took so long 🏃‍♀️ but like same i only drink soup if it’s really fucking good if not it’s a fat no from me 😻 also i fucking love your username.

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and for this particular soup hater i match them with … mammon !!

• i have so many ideas okay.

• he would love your septum piercing and would impulsively go get one just to match with you.

• this man would definitely 100% smack your ass in the hallways of the house because he’s like that.

• if you’re uncomfortable with it he’ll stop immediately and start apologising and overthinking everything. [ he’ll be contemplating the meaning of life and may even drop low to pray to whoever is in the celestial realm that you don’t hate him ]

• this man is so god damn funny so its a regular that you guys will be cracking jokes and have many laughing fits.

• and they’re LOUD.

• y’all are shaking , huffing and puffing down the centuries year old house.

• and causing everyone in there headaches but to be honest y’all are comedians so they’ll probably let it slide since they overheard your jokes and had a laugh.

• of course mammon is such a family man , disney moves or any movies or any activity with you and your kids is an absolute must for him.

• he religiously drops everything he’s doing and joins y’all for movie nights.

• oh god everytime you cook for him he melts because you care about him ?? hand in marriage rn.

• he probably finds it lowkey funny that you hate soup and describe it as a sad drink.

• depending on his mood , he may or may not tell beel , if he does … well just run.

• mammon will be laughing at y’all as you try to defend your opinion on soup and beel will be arguing on how its good.

• this man is already clingy as hell since he realised his feelings so spending them with him everyday would be no problem.

• he’s always with you anyways , barging into your room , texting you every second of the day , getting you to go out with him. [ as friends according to him 😒 ]

• he may not express his love through words but through facial expressions , gifts and gestures everyone can tell he loves you so much it genuinely hurts.

• he’s constantly saying things like “ the great mammon will protect you ! “ etc etc and he shows it.

• pulling you close in big crowds and quickly guiding you to a less populated area , starts holding your hand in public [ despite the numerous amount of times he still has a small blush on his face ]

mini scenario !!

“ man that damn photoshoot was tiring as hell ! plus i had to stay back for extra classes , today sucked and i’m drained .. “

mammon complained plopping himself down onto the comforts of the soft couch.

he laid his head on your shoulder , usually he wouldn’t do this but today he was so drained he didn’t have the mental strength to care anymore.

“ you hungry ? “

“ starving … “

“ i could cook for you , your favourite if you want. “

you offered , mammon immediately sat up straight and gave you a raised eyebrow.

“ i don’t see you in the kitchen other than when you’re for kitchen duty. “

“ that’s because you don’t see me cook. i only cook for special people and i’m offering to cook for you now. the deal is on the table for the next minute. “

“ … wait you think i’m … special ?? “

“ yeah is that not what i implied- oh my god please don’t cry. “

“ I’M NOT CRYING ! YOU ARE ! “

“ THEN ARE YOU PISSING THROUGH YOUR EYES ? “

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© 2022 cryptiles. please do not repost / translate my work and post it to other social media websites without permission , thank you.

You NEED to read this it's peak comedy from druckaddicts mobile(.)twitter(.)com/not_the_desert/status/1518206777493446656

screaming. the way there are so many words here but it feels like nothing was said...the socmed intern went to the deborah hassoun school of writing i see. no but okay, i really don’t get this recent insta effort? why weren’t they doing this before? i know they posted a few YT comments in ava’s defence during s6 but there’s always been zilch on insta - where the international fans are more likely to comment, where it’s easier to create burner accounts. i also don’t get why this comment of all of them inspired an essay like?? defend the cast from comments targeting their bodies (smth they didn’t care to do in s7 with lou lmao) & respond to racism, misogyny, transphobia etc, delete anything harmful and make it clear it won’t be tolerated but is it that serious when a teen says they’re only here for two ships. not to mention the Alt Er Love, Shut The Fuck Up vibe when people make actual critique of things (edit: or when they just straight up delete comments!! raise your hand if you’ve also had a commented deleted by the team 😑)

also “dr*ck lives for friendships being told” after s7 + the s8 trailer’s ‘you’re there for everyone!!’ framing. knife emoji x 100

Bechloe - Skype Night

Inspired by the Bellas performance of Love On Top!

Beca is isolating alone and is missing the Bellas more than she cares to admit. One skype call and a spontaneous burst into a song later and everything changes.Might continue it so lemme know your thoughts!]

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Beca's music career had been put on a temporary hold as she was made to isolate at home, her hand wrestling to the bottom of yet another chips packet as she flicked through the TV channel for the 17th time. "Well this officially sucks" she groaned to herself, tucking her legs in closer as she eyed a photo frame on the TV cabinet,  it was the Bellas graduation photo, looking back at it she wished she smiled more for the photo, she looked so grumpy, especially when compared to Chloe who her eyes focusing on Chloe in particular.

Beca hadn't seen Chloe in around 2 months which felt like agony seeing as she was used to seeing her daily, not that she'd ever admit it. The emptiness of her apartment was also driving her insane, she was in a position of wanting company but not wanting to ask for it, especially considering it had bizarrely became against the law for the time being, something she never could of seen coming.

See, everything went to crap when the Bellas graduated, a virus had taken the globe by storm, and university life had changed drastically, Beca was glad they had graduated before all the changes but it now meant she was isolating alone.

Fat Amy, who said she'd be Beca's 'roomie for life' received a 'dodgy' lump sum from her father so of course she was off living in a massive house somewhere and Chloe, who was her other potential roommate had gone and got herself stranded abroad whilst helping out at a vet overseas to gain more exotic animal experience.

Beca reluctantly removed herself from the sofa, dragging her feet across the wooden flooring as she made her way into the bathroom. She stared at herself in her mirror, her bottom lip tugging as she winced at the sight. Hair tangled, Cheetos dust staining her once white t-shirt and chipped black nail paint.

Tired eyes looked her reflection up and down, her hand lazily hitting the nozzle on the taps splashing herself with some cold water. "Okay Mitchell, you need to sort yourself out jeez" she said whilst waving her finger at herself in the mirror, pointing at herself somewhat sternly, then lightly smirking at herself for her own weird behavior. "I'm officially losing it" she admitted.

Feeling motivated to freshen herself up Beca jumped in the shower, warm water running down her body as she collected her thoughts. Stepping out the shower and feeling immediate regret as the cold air wrapped itself around her body, she shuddered, eagerly grasping for her towel as her wet hair now covered her eyes. She huffed, trying to blow the clingy wet hair off her lips as she blindly reached for her hair brush. Groans filled the bathroom as her hairbrush tore through the knots in her hair, her eyes watering from some particularly painful knots.

Fully clothed and nails now painted Beca had just finished on putting on her signature eyeliner. She sat in her bedroom, that was surprisingly still tidy, but that was because she had barely managed to remove herself from the sofa. She rarely socialized nowadays, other than her occasional skype calls with the group, but she always felt funny about joining calls, she was a bit awkward about having her webcam on and well, all of them insisted they have them on so she'd often opt out.

Beca however was eager to speak to Chloe, which was hard to do as she was a key worker at the vet she was helping out at abroad, with time zones and Chloe's long hours she was often exhausted so she rarely had the time and Beca felt weird reaching out to the others, she refused to come across as clingy but secretly felt sad whenever they left their skype calls. She even felt disappointed when Jessica left her.

Her hand moved to flip open her laptop lid as she adjusted her hair once more "I'll just call her, she'll be home" she mumbled to herself as her mouse hovered over the call button on Chloe's contact.

"Why do I feel so damn nervous" she said fidgeting as she stared at her username "Okay after 3, i'll click the damn call button" she moved her mouse up once more as she counted to three, pressing down on the green button as her own video filled the screen whilst a ringing noise echoed out her laptop speakers.

"Man I hate staring at myself like this" she muttered as the whole screen was filled by her camera.

A red circle, with a hang-up symbol filled the screen. Beca's heart sank. "Bad timing?" she wondered.

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Chloe's heart raced with excitement when Beca called. She was getting worried about her since she had been so far away, she would often flood her with texts making sure she was eating and drinking enough. She knew Beca was down about not being able to carry out with her record label work and she wanted nothing more than to be there with her, but she knew she'd been neglecting Beca lately, she just didn't have the time and the time gap only worsened things.

"You guys Beca is calling give me a second I'll add her!"

DontBelieveInLadders: [Quick AMBUSH her!]

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Chloe's icon flashed up on Beca's screen it was her wearing sunglasses cuddling a baby fox, a new photo it seemed. Beca now focused her attention on her laptop that was now ringing as it flashed up "Chloe Beale + 8 others" "Group call?" Beca wondered as she clicked the green phone icon.

"BECAAAA!" the group greeted in unison. "Oh sweetie you look so good!" Chloe said with a grin who was also visible on her webcam "And you've got your camera on! I'm so glad" she said excitedly."Someone made an effort" Fat Amy teased, taking notice of Beca's stylish yet casual appearance.

Beca looked away from her camera awkwardly "What? I always get ready pfft"

"You literally have no where to go" Fat Amy responded in a pitchy yet blunt tone "But thats okay Beca, self-care is important and Impress-Chloe-Care even more so"

Beca rolled her eyes "How long you guys been on a call for anyways?" her hands fidgeting with the items on her desk, just out of shot of her camera.

FlippingThroughBorders: {Oh we just started} Flo typed on the message box below

DontBelieveInLadders: {We're still waiting for Stacie and still setting up bits} commented Aubrey as she rustled around in the background for her physical webcam to plug in.

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Stacie laid in bed, browsing memes on her phone, her attention was diverted when Emily's text popped up {Heeeey hurry up and join the group skype call!} Stacie dangled over her bed and grabbed her laptop from underneath her set of bedside draws. She blew the dust off the top of it and opened it up "I've not used this bad boy in a while" she said as she turned it on, the battery flashing orange from where it was getting low.

As she opened up her search engine it flashed up with her old google tabs, an explicit site was restored and automatically started playing the last video she was watching. Stacie's eyes widened "Well that's quite the greeting," her eyes bulging as she looked the model in the video up and down before shaking her head and closing the tab. "Now is not the time for that" she laughed to herself as she launched skype and joined the chat.

"Hey you guuuuuys" she greeted with a toothy grin. The Bellas greeted their soprano cheerfully., Stacie's eyes focused on Beca "Look who finally learned that isolation doesn't mean isolating from virtual calls!"

Beca rolled her eyes again "I join in!""Occasionally" Emily countered."Or when Chloe is in the chat" Fat Amy coughed

"Aw poor Beca" Flo said into the mic now she had got it set up.

Beca began snapping her fingers rhythmically, gaining even more attention from the group. "I'm not doing this with you guys"

"Ba bah bah ba, ba" Beca hummed trying to drown them out

"What is she doing?" asked Emily"Ba ba bah da..." Beca continued "is that?" Aubrey raised an eyebrow "I recognize that arrangement, is that, Queen B?" Aubrey said enthusiastically as she leaned forward in her seat.

"Oh my god you guys are we going to sing?" Chloe said excitedly clasping her hands together as she bounced in her seat.

"Aw yeah!! lets sing together tonight you guys" Emily beamed"Okay legacy calm down don't ruin it before we've begun" Amy groaned.

The Bellas began snapping their fingers and harmonizing as they began to develop more of a beat for the song Beca was starting off.

"Here we go" said Fat Amy as the beat had been accomplished.  A grin slowly tugged at Stacie's face as Lily began beatboxing. "i'll bring  owowowo beat in"

Beca glanced away shyly as she sang into her microphone.‎"Honey, Honeyyy, I can see the stars, all the waaaay from here, can't you see the glow on the--"

"windowpane" the girls harmonized in unison

"I can feel the sun, whenever you're near, everytime you touch me I just melt away" Beca's eyes glanced at Chloe occasionally as she continued singing.

Fat Amy then jumped in with a solo "Everybody asking why i'm smiling now from ear to eaaaarr!" ("You can say love hurts") "Well I knooooooow-OHHH" ("It's gonna take a little work") Fat Amy said raising her fist passionately.

"Nothings perfect but its worth it, after fighting through my tears!" Stacie sang strongly

"And finally you put me first!"  (dah-dah) the Bellas all sang in unison

The Bellas danced together, doing hand gestures and performing together in perfect harmony. As the song continued Beca felt herself feeling more confident again, her heart feeling full as it felt like everyone was finally with her again.Her eyes closing as she found herself getting lost in the moment.

"Chloe its you, you're the one I love, you're the one I need!"

"You're the only one I see, C'mon Chloe its yoooooou"

Beca blurted out raising the octvave as they were reaching the end of the song "you're the one who gives your all, you're the one I can always call!" the girls continued the beat but stared at her. This was the version Beca would sing on her own, as she often would change song lyrics to fit how she felt.

"When I need to make everything stop, finally you put my love on top"

Chloe paused for a moment, failing to continue singing as her mind tried to grasp the lyrics that had just left Beca's mouth, her face reddening with slight tinges as started singing through her smile and teary eyes.

Being a supportive team the girls continued to hold off on teasing her, after all it was one of the Bellas standards not to let distractions interrupt a performance. Fat Amy couldn't help but smirk as she sang, she was itching to tease Beca.

The DJ was in her own world, snapping and swaying in her seat, singing with her eyes closed she hadn't even realised what she had said untilt he girls changed the lyrics themselves.

"Oh Baby I can feel the wind whipping past my faaaace" Beca sang

"As we dance the night awaaaay" the girls harmonized.

"And girl your look it tastes like a night of champagne"  (oooh) Chloe sang solo

"As I kiss you again and again and again and again" Aubrey chimed in.

As the song continued the girls began grinning, looking over at Chloe and Beca, then back to eachother as they all nodded, clearly on the same wavelength as the song progressed.

"CHLOE ,its yoooou" they sang raising the octave.

"you're the one Bec loves! you're the one Bec neeeeeeeeds"

"WAIT, GUYS" Beca yelled as her face went a shade of red she had never gone before.

"You're the only one she sees! c'mon Chloe its yoooou, you're the one who gives your all, your the one Bec can always call, when she needs you everything you DROP,  finally! you say your love out loud"

"Baby, you're the one that I love, you're the only one that I need!" Chloe sang loudly with a cheeky wink as Jessica and Ashley dominated the top notes.

"C'mon Beca its yoooooou" the Bellas sang in harmony

"When I need you everything stops, finally you put my love on top" the group then faded out to a stop.

The girls all cheered and celebrated as they finished the spontaneous arrangement of love on top. "Crushed it" Amy said with a fist bump.

Beca had already retreated behind her hands, wishing nothing more than to have a wheelie-chair so she could move herself off screen with speed.

"So Beca, remember the last time at the ICCAS when you changed the lyrics, well this was certainly distracting but, it kinda sounded like a confession" Aubrey teased.

"Hmm, thats so ODD Aubrey, I TO was thinking that sounded like a confession to me"

"I mean I got ripped a new one for performing an orginal song at that riff off, but to lyric change Beyonce, you're bold Mitchell" Emily joked.

"Aw don't tease her guys, shes drowning, although Beca, you should know, I've experienced  drowning for real,so this is better" Flo joined in.

"There was no hiding that Becs, surprised you didn't notice!" Stacie grinned

Beca groaned "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" she said behind the safety of her hands.

"Well duh, it wasn't my name you sang the word 'LOVE' next too, quarantines got you all soft huh" Stacie couldn't help but tease.

Beca slowly dragged her hands down her face, peering out from the tips of her fingertips. "It was that obvious huh... guess thats what happens when I have the place to myself to sing the wrong damn version."

Chloe cleared her throat "Well I for one found that really sweet Becs" she said with a smile that met her eyes as her hand rested on her chest "Honestly my heart is pounding! its a good thing I know how to do CPR well on animals but, y'know" she fanned herself with her hand feeling flustered.

"Yeah um that wouldn't work Chloe, you can't do CPR on yourself" Fat Amy said shaking her head.

"I-I know that its just" Chloe went red "I just--" she threw her hands up in the air "Oof just get over her and kiss me Mitchell, screw this virus, lets just isolate together"

Beca looked up "Man this is so embarrassing this wasn't meant to come out like this and--"

"I'm glad honestly!" Chloe said with a grin "it just makes being a part from you even harder" she whined.

"I just wish you weren't so many miles away" Beca groaned

"Y'all need a ride because I can fly a plane, I just ain't got no licence officially at least" Cynthia Rose commented with a slow nod. "If you know what I mean" she said clicking her tongue.

"Thats so sweet of you but highly illegal, the Bellas have been in enough trouble in the news so we better do things legally this time, ahem, that goes to you too Amy" Chloe said suspiciously looking over at Amy who had moved off camera.

"Whaaaaat" Amy groaned "Its not like I was up to anything suspicious on a dodgey website just now"

"C'mon ladies lets give these two lovebirds some space and go gossip in another chat!" said Emily as the Bellas all began to retreat from the call so only Beca and Chloe remained.

Chloe placed her hand on the screen "Can't believe i'm only saying this now after like what, three years but, I love you Beca"

"I love you too Chlo"

- End of part -

i’ll be your friend

request? yes (anon)

pairing: classmate!hyunjin x reader

t/w: nothing really. just fluff

genre: fluff fluff fluff

word count: 1,750

a/n: sorry this took so long + you don’t sound demanding at all!! i hope you like it :))) + requests are still open, just give me time to do them <3

summary: Hwang Hyunjin. The innocent heartthrob of your highschool. The person everyone admired, and the person you never really thought anything about.

ugh why is he so cute

It’s only been a week ever since the reorganization of the seats. You felt glares every now and then from girls who you could only assume, hated you for being the one Hyunjin had to sit beside, but it wasn’t like you chose it that way. He volunteered to sit beside you and you had no right to contradict, at least he wasn’t loud and actually took the effort to study unlike your past seatmates.

You weren’t the friendly type but you weren’t the mean one either. You like staying in your own little corner while everyone else talks among themselves and this was something you’ve always been used to. Friends? You had none. Well, a few aquaintances here and there who asked you to teach them lessons they’ve missed but not at the point where you exchanged how are you’s and traded social media account usernames and truly, it was something that never bothered you. It was only when lunch came around you truly felt the sudden need for someone to talk to. Everyone else was out while you stayed in that classroom you already spend half your day in, burying yourself in numbers, words and your constant worry to get better grades.

Time to time, you would find yourself eyeing the boy beside you. Nothing really in your mind but your eyes just seemed to always wander towards the direction of the tall boy. He was tall, chiseled face, plumped lips and eyes dark enough to reflect the stars and keep them in there. After a few times of subtly looking at the boy, you realized why he was so popular. There was just something about him that made your attention gravitate towards him and you couldn’t help but give in everytime.

During the second week of the new seating arrangement, the pressure of the upcoming exams sent your mind through hell and back. You studied more often than usual which resulted in you getting less sleep and it definitely showed. One morning, you came later to class than usual and you immediately spotted the cup of coffee that resided on the corner of your desk. Confused, you took it anyways since you certainly needed it if you wanted to stay awake for your morning classes. Burying yourself back to your school work, you failed to notice the small, gentle smile that had emitted from the boy beside you.

Lunch soon came around and while everyone rushed out of the room, you glued yourself back to your chair, rummaging through your papers to look for something to study. You were too immersed in your studies that you failed to realize the existence of the sleeping boy beside you. You tapped him to wake up, informing him that lunch has started.

“Uh- Lunch started by the way.”

The boy jolted awake at your touch, his eyes quickly wandering the room and then retracting back at you. “O-Oh, thank you.” He quickly arises from his seat, making his way out the door before he stopped in his tracks and went back to sit down.

“Are you not eating?” He faces you, his elbows resting on the desk as his face rested on the palm of his hand. “I’ve never seen you eat.”

You shook your head, your eyes not leaving the papers full of words in front of you but you definitely felt the strong gaze from the boy.

“I’ll be back.” The boy muttered before he went towards the door and disappeared into the hallways.

You were confused but you ignored it, returning back to studying. It wasn’t until two pieces of bread was gently placed on your desk that you finally looked away from your work.

“Eat. It’ll help with studying, trust me.” The tall boy muffled with bread in between his lips.

You shook your head and declined, sliding it over his desk.

“Come on, y/n. If you’re worried I’ll ask you to pay me back, don’t. This is my treat.”

“You know my name?” You shift yourself to face him.

“It says right there. Y/N.” He laughed as he pointed at the name tag you placed all over your things.

Your face flushed red in embarrassment and he soon shifted his body to face you too. It wasn’t until then you felt your heart rate rise like it could combust at any given moment if he gets anymore closer. But you collected yourself, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.

“Why don’t you eat lunch?”

“I do” you lied, “I just don’t like the food here.”

“What do you mean? Their food is alright.”

“Not for me.”

“How about friends? People usually use this time to catch up with friend-“ “I don’t have friends-“ You interrupted which you soon regretted.

“Impossible. Everyone knows you, your name is pasted on every bulletin board. How can you not have friends?”

“Just because my name is mentioned everywhere doesn’t mean I have friends. I don’t.” Your voice almost shook and you felt confused as to why suddenly your chest felt heavy. “No one’s really interested in becoming my friend.”

“But why not? You’re the smartest in our grade and everyone always seemed to talk about you.”

“They don’t talk about me, they talk about my grades. Those are two different things.” A small but awkward laugh escaped from your mouth.

The boy beside you became quiet and you felt unsure as to why but you cued yourself back to your work, guiltily opening the packet of bread that he slid back your desk again.

“I can be your friend you know.” the boy blurted out causing you to choke on the piece of bread that was in your mouth. “Oh my god- are you okay?”

You face him with a piece of bread tucked in between your lips while you held the other half with your hands. “Huh?” you mumbled.

“I’ll be your friend.” He smiled, placing an unopened can of coffee on your desk. “Drink this and stop talking with bread in your mouth.”

You opened the can of coffee. “Says you” you mumbled before drinking and digesting the piece of bread in your mouth.

Slowly, the two of you became closer. You rarely heard him speak before but now, he was the first person who would ask you how your sleep was and if you had finished your homework. Your lunch was less quiet now that he eats with you, bringing you snacks from the cafeteria and chatting about random things. He brought out things about you that you didn’t even know yourself and slowly, your excitement builded up everytime you’d go to school.

Your skin tingled when you felt your arms brush against each other and your heart felt jumpier than usual and you thought that somehow, it could fly out. Butterflies filled up your stomach everytime you’d hear him hum to his favourite songs or when he would say your name in the sweetest way to get your attention. Being with him just felt... good.

It was when he proudly showed you pictures of his dog that you felt no butterflies in your stomach but a whole damn zoo. The smile that had emitted from his face was enough to send you the most peaceful place on Earth and that was when you finally admitted to yourself that all along, even if you were afraid to admit it that you liked him. A lot. And he was all you wanted.

“Hey, y/n. Can we make a bet?”

“Uhm... sure?” Your raised your eyebrow in confusion, “what’s the bet?”

“If I get a better mark than you next test, you’ll owe me a favour.” He smirked in confidence which you couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Deal. And if I win?”

“Then I owe you a favour.” He extended out his hand and you shook it in agreement.

You both tensed up as the results of the tests were being handed out. You both face each other, both exams in hand as you exchanged smirks.

He proudly slams the test paper in between you two. “100, y/n. I think I win-“

You place your test beside his as you laugh out loud. “Guess we both got perfect scores.”

His face crumples into disappointment, not about your score cause he was proud of you but the disappointment that his long time plan was now ruined.

“B-But...”

“You know what, how about a favour for each of us?” You smiled, trying to cheer up the defeated boy.

“Ok- deal.”

“What’s your favour, Hyunjin?”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes shaking before coming back to face you. “G-Go out with me?” He whispered.

You tensed up in your spot and your face easily flushed red. You looked at him but no words seemed to escape from your mouth. He immediately saw the look you had and his hands made its way towards your hands where he took it and squeezed it which he knew helped you calm down. “It’s okay y/n. You can say no-“

“No. I-I want to. I want to go out with you, Hyunjin.” Your body felt less tense at his touch, helping you speak.

“Really?” He smiled as he cupped both of your hands in his hands. His dimples was more prominant than usual and you couldn’t help but admire them.

The lunch bell rang and students scattered out into the hallways down the cafeteria. There was still this small awkward aura between the two of you but ever since he took a hold of your hand, he still hasn’t let go. You looked out towards the window, avoiding the awkward situation.

“Y/N, can I do something?”

You look back at him and nod. He lets your hands escape from his grasp as his hands made its way towards your cheeks. He gently cups it, holding it like you were the most fragile thing in the world and he felt the heat escape from your cheeks. You nodded and he smiled as his face slowly closed the distance with your face. You closed your eyes and you felt the tender clash of your lips together and you felt the world stop. You melted into his touch, his light kiss that seemed to solve every single worry that you may have. He pulls back to pause, resting his forehead onto yours as he displays the most captivating smile you’ve ever seen. And that was when you knew: you were all his.

Hello guys (Important notice)

READ EVERYTHING IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I HAVEN'T POSTED HERE ANYMORE. So, before all of you start bombarding me with questions: yes, I'm fine (more or less). No I haven't left the fandom or given up this blog. I'm still stuck here(?) What is happening, you see, is that my only laptop, the one I use for everything, started to act weirdly since January or February... Idk. It started to freeze from time to time, making me to turn it on and off every time. That problem only got worse and worse until like... one or two months ago when it just... stopped working. I can't use them for more like... two minutes without it freezing entirely. This obviously doesn't let me to even connect my tablet to it. My mom told me to give it to a technician so they could fix it but, for those days, I was leading with a little sickness and I had to use the money in medicine (My articulations hurt a lot--) and in the end, I spent all the money I had from commissions and was left pretty much poor(?). I didn't tell this to anybody since I thought I'd get get the money back sooner but nope. I has been a month and I barely have to eat. My mom recently quit her job and now we don't have any money left. Luckily, my sister has a desktop pc. But we got in an argument and I'm restricted to use them when she's not here (only the weekends) so, I'm VERY uncomfortable with it also because it's TOO OLD and I can't even log into Twitter or Tumblr!! "But Mint! How are you posting this?" Well, I asked to a friend to help me posting this. I felt like you guys needed to know what happened, since some of you worry a lot when I disappear. And also because I was making some commissions before it happened. To those people, I'm pretty sorry. Thank god I don't ask for the payment first. So, yeah... that's pretty much what happened... I'm very mad but mostly sad, you know? that old laptop has all of my school works, the only pictures I took with my friends that I don't see often anymore... and more importantly. It has all of my drawings. ALL OF THEM, since it was the computer I started to draw with. Yeah, I still have the backups for all the drawings, but it's just of the most recent ones and only the pictures, not the sai or psd files that I can edit every time I want. And yeah, I can't post here anymore (my phone is a dick and doesn't let me install the app that I hate btw(?)) "But why don't you fix your pc?" cuz the only way I have to earn money is drawing... and I can't do that very well since all of my clients are here. I'd get a job, yeah, but I live in an awful country that is slowly falling apart thanks to it's government and can't even get a job. BUT YEAH, I (Think I) HAVE A SOLUTION I don't wanna ask for money since my pride doesn't let me to do it (I don't like to bother people with it haha) I'm gonna make this: I'm offering commissions like always! but TO ALL OF THOSE WHO WANT TO COMMISSION ME PLEASE, PLEASE contact me to this email: [email protected] This is the only way I have to communicating with you guys. If you're interested, please email me and we'll talk. Same if you're one of those who asked me for commissions and didn't get them! This is the personal way, were you can get your own drawing. BUT, If you don't have many money and still want to help, you can buy me a ko-fi! https://www.ko-fi.com/A386V1Q# You just have to follow this link and donate. Those who buy me a coffee will get a reward! You just have to include a note with your TUMBLR USERNAME and email every time you donate. Each 5 or 6 coffee, I'll send all of those who donated an email asking them for a picture of their OCs and I'll make a drawing of those characters as a thank you for their donation! That way, we both win! Anyway... guys, I'm very sorry for disappearing. The only websites I can use for now are facebook and instagram but I love my tumblr and I don't want leave it. I still, love everybody here and I still want to draw... but no money means no laptop and no laptop means not many drawings and no tumbr. So, I please, help me out. If you can't or don't want to, a like and are reblog would be enough. I'm know I'm not the best, but I love what I do and not being able to draw everytime I want is frustrating me like you have no idea. But, yes, yes. I have made more kiddos. I can't help it!(?) So, keep this in mind: I WON'T BE ANSWERING ASKS OR PMS UNTIL I HAVE MY LAPTOP FIXED. NO, I'M NOT IGNORING YOU. NO, I'M NOT BEING MEAN. PLEASE NEVER THINK THAT D: EMAIL ME TO [email protected] IF YOU WANT A COMMISSION, BUY ME A KO-FI IF YOU WANNA DONATE AND/OR REBLOG IF YOU CAN'T DO THE OTHER TWO. I LOVE YOU GUYS. THE RAFFLE WINNERS WILL BE DECIDED WHEN I GET BACK. I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THAT.

we’re gone but we don’t know where

WHO: Santana Lopez ( @trickstersantana​ ) and Matt Rutherford, with NPCs Julio Lopez, Someone.

WHAT: Running errands in New York City, doing some sponsor/sponsee bonding? Sort of?

WHEN: Sep 22nd

WHERE: A building in a dark alley.

WARNINGS: Mention of needles/injections, stabbing, manipulation, death, murder implied?

Santana walked, or almost run, alongside Matt through the city, too happy of her fake sense of freedom. She was too used to being trapped in NYADA. "C'mon, Hoodoo guy, we are almost there." She said with a big smile. She talked with her 'sib' Oliver to know where to met with them and her fake parental figure. She should be wary, she should warn Matt even more of how awful he was. But still, she was happy to see him and talk with him again. A happiness that would end quickly, she knew it very well. "This is the place." She said pointing to a   seemly abandoned building on a dark alley. The kind of place where super hero parents die. "Alright, fair warning. My 'dad' is a fucking ass. Like, the worst, the less he know of you, the best. Oh God, thank you so much for this Matt I will always value your sacrifice, I'm sorry you always have to met the worst... the worst of my kind when you are with me." She would love to tell him she could introduce him to a nice trickster someday, but she didn't knew anyone she liked. Her 'mom' only, but she didn't want to see Santana.  "Ready?"

Matt's internal gears were turning as Santana bounded through the streets of NYC. It was really about time that he used his privilege for something other than snarking Bloodlines on the internet, he thought, just as Santana urged him on. "I'm walking, I'm walking," he said, a little distracted, but speeding up to keep up with her. The building seemed sketchy, at least at first glance, but he'd slept in worse places before. He'd just keep his hands in his pockets; one on his phone, the other on his wallet. "Alright, sure. Is this your hangout spot, or?" 

He wondered what was up with Santana's 'family,' what they'd done, but didn't ask. Some people got shitty families. Some of them were shitty enough to add scare quotes to the word. He nodded along, until she started apologizing to him. "Hey, c'mon. Tamamo--Tamamo wasn't your fault. Your 'dad' is also probably not your fault. Besides, I know one badass trickster already, the bar was too fuckin' high," he joked. "And you know, you don't represent your entire race, and all that shit." Giving a last tentative glance towards the place, he nodded. "Don't let him know too much, he's an ass. I got it. I'm ready when you are."

Santana nodded at the question, but she wasn't that sure. It might be a trap too.  She knew it wasn't her fault, completelly, at least on the Japan part, still, she felt like she was dragging Matt into danger. But she wasn't sorry enough sorry to stop it. She smiles a little at the compliment. "Lucky for them, or they would be super screwed" She joked back. When she was about to open the door, someone opened it from the inside. 

Someone who looks very shady opens the door. They are a white teen, pretty shorty, with black hair and a red hoodie. Even without meeting them before, you could sense the annoying teen energy surrounding them. "Hermanita!! You finally arrived!!" They shout in a very bad spanish pronunciation, quickly hugging Santana to her exasperation. "Hay! Who are you? Who are you? A new friend? What's your name?" They ask very fast, looking at Matt, ending the hug with Santana and going to hug the other guy if no one stopped the energetic kid.

Matt chuckled at her joke, adding something like 'whatcha gonna do about it' before the door swung open, and someone... interesting came out of the other side. He tried not to be annoyed, but Aether, he'd barely been a teenager, and sometimes he was really grateful for that, including right then. An eyebrow raised, he was selfishly glad for a moment that this kid was Santana's "something"--although probably not her "dad"-- and not his. 

Until the kid started heading towards him. Frozen in place, he let them hug him, patting them awkwardly on the back as the only vague form of reciprocation. "I'm Matt," he said when the hug was released, and he could comfortably breathe again, in his own bubble of personal space. "I'm Santana's friend. What's your name?" It was polite to ask, but now he was also very curious. Where had this kid come from?

Santana groans and complains when the kid shows they're still existing. "Oh my God, I'm no family or 'family' or yours. I'm nothing yours. Don't bother Matt you brat" She fear Matt was already saying too much information, but hoped it won't scalate. She went upstairs hoping the others will follow. She enters a room that looked like it was abandoned for years until a little kid found it to turn it into their secret operation base. She entered the living room, completelly covered with a blanket fort, lots of toys and anime figures on the floor and snacks and sweets around. She rolled her eyes when she noticed her 'dad' was sitting on the couch. Inside the blanket fort. "God fucking dammit Cabrón. Really? Your idea of safe place to meet is where the brat lives, right?" She could notice how unconfortable was to be in a room with two other tricksters,  but she know Matt was the only one there that had to suffer 3 distrust auras. 

Someone smiles and moves nerviously and happy. "Do you have a tumblr, Santana's friend? Guess my name!" They said, and fake cries with Santana's complains while she goes upstairs "You're so meaaaaan, you both use me as a messenger and... hey don't ignore me!!" They say as the walk upstairs too. 

The man in the sunglasses smiles at seeing Santana appear, getting up from the couch, but still not being able to stand up fully for the blankets. "That's how you say hi to your old 'dad'?" He says, sound fakelly offended. "If you assume the horse kid lives here." He shrugs. "But let's get to the point, I know you aren't visiting just because you miss me."

Matt stiffens up when this kid asks for his tumblr. Were they going to hack him? Spam him?  Dig up his every secret and expose them to the world?? He smiles, tight and uncomfortable, and thinks for a long second. "I'll guess your name if you guess my tumblr URL. And no checking Santana's blog for clues." He's setting himself up for failure, he can feel it. But there was no such thing as being too careful, not in this city, not this year, not anytime. 

When they go upstairs,  underneath all the alertness, something twists in his chest. Santana had once told him their pasts weren't so different, and he knows many LN experience homelessness, but the childishness of the blanket forts, of the candy and the toys makes sympathy shine through. When Santana makes that comment though, he finds himself looking around. Is there someone here? Is this a setup?? 

Matt looks to Santana for guidance on how to react to this man. Her "dad". He gives a noncommittal nod when he speaks to her, but doesn't greet him out loud. Yet. Shit. Now he's also wondering why Santana wanted to come here when she thought so badly of her "family". Maybe she found out about Brownstone. Maybe this was a way to quietly say "fuck you" for being another sponsor with blood on his hands. Or maybe she is a really good actress and she hates shadow magic more than she let on. His eyes dart back and forward between all three tricksters, and he has to push himself to settle down. What the fuck, chill, he thinks.

Someone looks defeated. What a masterful way to ruin their machinations. "Uuuhhhhhhhhh.... mattfriendofsantana dot tumblr dot com!" They try to guess while they go upstairs, and sits next to the man on the sunglasses. "I don't live here! This is my super secret operation base!!" They said with pride. 

Santana rolls her eyes. But she did miss him, sometimes she wasn't interacting with him. Everytime they met again it was full of regret. "You said things you knew things. About enchantments. So c'mon be a decent fake dad a help your fave fake daugther, you bastard." 

The man in the sunglasses points at the kid like saying. 'See?' and waves at the other man that went with Santana. "Hello, sorry my daugther was raised to forget to introduce people. You can call me Julio, who are you?" He asks, and talks a little softer to Santana, in spanish. "¿Cuánto confías en él? Y no digas que no te fias de nadie, eso ya lo se, Niebla. But yeah sure, if you are a decent fake daugther and give me the information I asked you about months ago."

Matt probably shouldn't feel as satisfied as he does to have outsmarted a child. But he does, and a smile tugs on his lips as they guess the wrong username. "Wrong. I'll tell you what letter it starts with if you tell me what letter your name starts with." Matt suggests, and even though he's probably a bit too cocky at the moment, the end of the sentence turns into a question. "Operation base for what?" he asks before he can stop himself. Do teenagers tend to have these sort of things? Is this normal? It takes him a second to brush off the confusion, but when he does, the initial suspicion lingers. Is this an ambush?? 

And Santana's asking about enchantments, and he would have thought there wasn't much left inside him to be twisted up, but there is. Aether, he hopes someone is able to help her. Brownstone was months ago, and she is still dealing with this shit?He tries to stand next to Santana and look intimidating with arms crossed, but his eyes keep darting from person to person to 'secret operation base', giving away his uneasiness. 

Matt nods at Santana's 'dad', and something about the way he spoke strikes a nerve. "Eh, politeness is fuckin' overrated. I'm Matt, it's... interesting to meet you, Julio." His attention drifts when the conversation turnsinto Spanish, once again glancing around the room. He has been here for... what? Two minutes? Two hours? And he's thoroughly confused. Thoroughly. He catches the tail end of her 'dad''s sentence, and an eyebrow rises of its own accord as he glances sideways at Santana. What the fuck was going on here?

Someone is too hooked up with this. "O!" Then pouts exageratelly "I told you is super secret! But it's for super secret meetings, like this one!" They reveal anyway. "Stop talking in spanish I want to know what you guys say!!" 

Santana was annoyed, but she throws him a notebook she was carrying in ther bag (who was there the whole time). "En una escala de 0 a 10, siendo un 0 'no le diría ni mi nombre', y 10 lo que me fio de la prediccion del tiempo, un 7. Now. What do you know?" Santana can see Matt also dislikes her 'dad' from minute one like every living on Earth. "We don't respect politeness in this fucking house." She says proud. 

The man in the sunglasses smirks. "Interesting. That's pretty generous. In the 'family' we have a saying about Santana's friends. They are either naive fools she's trying to use, or people without any morals whatsoever, which one are you?" He tries to catch the notebook in the air, but he fails, and he has to crouch to get it. "Eso es un número muy alto para ti, Niebla, te fias demasiado del hombre del tiempo." He says without opening it. "I actually don't know that much about enchantments and you suspected it, so this notebook is full of lies, right? But to not get stuck in the accusations of lying like always, let's jump to the deals. I'll have to do my research and if I get something, you tell me something. Now, what's the enchantment about. I can't help much without data, you know that."

Matt starts going through all the names with O he knows in his head. As it turns out, they're not that many. Octavius. Octavia. Octopus. Fuck. A deal's a deal, though, so he begrudgingly offers his URL initial as well. "G." What kind of super secret meetings do teenagers even have? Is this the first one to be hosted here? He also wants to know what Santana and her "dad" are saying, but he refuses to agree with this kid right now. Maybe there will be time for that later. 

Discreetly, he tries to gauge what they're saying. He hears numbers. Maybe it's a secret code. The little phrase about politeness shakes him out of it, but before he can react, Julio is talking to him. Eyes narrowed, he laughs a little, and crosses his arms over his chest. This is a test of some kind, he can tell. But he's not going to fall for it. "Bit of both. I'm a naïve dumbass with shit for a moral compass." The notebook falls straight to the ground, and he bites back a laugh, trying to not get visibly frustrated when he speaks Spanish again. Is he talking about me?? It's alright though, soon enough his eyes bounce back between the two like he's watching a ping pong match. "What do you know about Enchantments? Forcing people to do shit they don't want to do?" Matt asks, arms still crossed and keeping his gaze straight.

Someone checks their phone when they heard the first clue and opens Santana's tumblr page to find a blog she rebloged starting with G. They will scroll down until They Find Matt.

Santana is already nervous just looking at Matt and her 'dad' talk, but she knew showing she cares too much about Matt won't end well and her fake father would be ven more of a dick. She doubts before giving an answer. She crosses her arms. Ah, fuck it. "Ah, you know." She shrugs. "Self-deprecating magic bullshit. To be ashamed of myself, that I'm alone, or no one will miss me, that other people think I'm just an animal and all that super fake shit that is totally not real and I don't believe for a moment." She tries to say non challant like its her grocery list. "Alright maybe I believe that but it's magic's fault!"

The man in the sunglasses laughs at Matt's answer. "This guy is fun, Mist. I hope you aren't planning to stab him." He says way too casually. "Enchantments is manipulation for inepts who don't know how to convince people without magic." He listens to Santana, quiet for a while. "Oh, you finished? Really? That's it? God damnit Mist, you believed all those things already. What a redundant and useless spell."

Matt sighs when the kid takes out their phone. This is going to go great. 

[CW: needles]

His eyes narrow at the stabbing comment. What. The. Fuck. Was that an inside joke??? Did Santana regularly stab her friends, or enough so that her "dad" asks about it. "Don't worry, I stab myself enough with needles regularly. I can handle myself." Could he though??? He's trying real hard to look completely different than how he felt, which was threatened and confused as fuck, and he doesn't know if it's working.

Focused on what Santana is saying, his guard drops for a moment. Aether, how had it been so long since Brownstone, and he had no idea this was going on? He never means to pry, to force people to talk about things they don't want to, and he's been so ridiculously focused on his own bullshit that he just didn't know the enchantment went this deep. What a fucking dick. But this isn't the place to voice that. He turns back to Santana's "dad" and crosses his arms tighter against his chest again, and ignored the pang that comes with this comment that these things weren't new. "Do you know how to help her or not?"

Santana super fake laughs and then acts super offended "Excuse me? I had never, NEVER stabbed anyone with a real knife." She might had try a lot of times, though. 'How much do you know about it, you bastard?' She was getting even more nervous and unconfortable. "Don't listen to him, Matt, he thinks he is soooo funny" She rolls her eyes, and controls herself from saying 'I would never do that to you' because it would be too much of a lie. Who knows what the future hold, right? She gets even more angry to his fake father reaction. "I guess!!! But you don't have to be a dick about it!" She answers without thinking. "Ughhhh, c'mon! You are just saying that because...because you don't know shit about getting rid of it and you just want to...aggh!!" She is too annoyed and embarrased to say a proper argument.

The man in the sunglasses keeps his confident smile on. "Is that because you take drugs or the...the sugar thing...thing" He says, snapping his fingers, like he doesn't remember the name but it's so close to get it and that would help. He groans frustrated to his bad memory. "Mist, you throw a knife to my face, don't act all hight and mighty like you are above stabbing." He says as casually as fake dad could talk to his fake daughter about something as not washing the dishes. He calmly stares at Santana while she gets progresivelly more annoyed. "I told you it's like manipulation. Just manipulate yourself back goddamnit. Where is your manipulative liar pride? You are terrible at it, but also you believe a lot of crap, so it could work."

Matt is really doing his best to not freak out about the whole 'does Santana plan to stab me' thing, and he knows he's being irrational--oh. The aura. Times three, probably. He tries to push it down, and quirks a smile at Julio. "Testosterone," he says simply. Still... there have been knives thrown before, it seems, but he'll ask her about this afterwards. Aether, this experience has been fun already. He laughs awkwardly before he clears his throat and laughs again, still falsely, but more sarcastically. "Hilarious," he comments. 

Matt knows everyone has their insecurities, but today has really been a wake-up call, and he's growing steadily more annoyed at Julio, and worried about Santana, until he offers them a solution. Manipulate yourself back? Admittedly, that seemed like the wrong approach to take about getting herself to believe she wasn't an animal, or alone. But maybe Leah could help with that. "She's a fucking great manipulative liar," he defends her, and the words come tumbling out of him before he can stop them. "Is there anything else you know?" Matt asks.

Santana shrugs, still very annoyed and angry at everything. "But you dodged it! Geez old man, get over it. You deserved it. And stop asking Matt questions!" She frows even more at the useless advice. "That's bullshit. It's like an illusion. I could make a deal everyday so you had a noisy fly flying in front of your face forever. You can try to ignore it, even if you know it's not real, but it's still there." She doesn't know how to feel about Matt's defense. "Yeah!" 

The man in the sunglasses snaps his fingers when Matt's says testosterone. "Insulin! Oh, it's not that." He says first proud and then dissapointed. The kid stops staring at their phone to complain. "Daaaad, I explain it to you!" and the man makes shushs sounds so they shut up. "Mist that's hurtful, I'm hurt. And someday, someone won't dodge your knives, and they would be no one to stop you. " Beats. "That sounded too optimist." He laughs at Matt saying Santana is any good at manipulation. "If she was, you wouldn't know. But you know because she is not subtle at all. I love you, Mist, but you are terrible." He raises his eyebrows to Santana's explanation. "You should have started by that! Then you know how to deal with illusions, I already teach you half of what I know!"

Someone whose name starts with O grins. "Found it~! Oh! You're a doppel!! I have some theories about doppels."

Matt, without thinking it over, blurts out: "or she might stop throwing knives at people." There are many ways to stab someone. In their back. Looking right at them. Having someone else throw the knife. With a hidden contraption. Still, he cringes at his own completely useless addition and gives Julio a look like he just owned him. Which he knows he didn't. What the fuck is he even trying to do here. Maybe he should just let Santana talk. "That's not necessarily true," he says, immediately contradicting his decision to let Santana do the talking. "You can realize after you've been manipulated how much they fucked you over." He shrugs. 

He narrows his eyes at Santana's example about the fly, and he thinks about it for a moment. "But maybe he can convince you to stop making the deal." Get to the root of the problem. He ignores Julio's comments about illusions. Santana's at least half the reason he's even attempted to work on his illusion magic. Blaine's like 15%. The rest is just he really likes learning. 

Looking at the kid, he lifts his chin. "What did you explain to him?" Matt asks, just as Julio shushes them. A sigh leaves him before he can stop it when they find him online and immediately put their foot in their mouth. "Theories? About doppels?" An eyebrow is high in his forehead, and his arms remain crossed against his chest.

Santana is actually a little happy Matt is there and not only full of regret. "Yeah! Thanks, Matt" She stops to look at him. "Wait, what do you mean?" Hey, nice, actually they are discussing solutions and brainstorming. Who had though, talking things with people actually helped? "In this case, stop doing the deal would MAYBE had been getting rid of that bastard's magic. But SOMEONE" Marley. "Didn't want to testify for it.Yes I'm talking about you know how." She says Marley with her mouth in case Matt doesn't get it, but with no sound. "It's Marley I'm blaming Marley. And the entire  judicial system but mostly Marley."

The man in the sunglasses continues his theory.  "You know what to do agaisnt an illusion, Santana. Look out for the truth." His phone sounds, he checks it,  an shush the kid again,  "Don't waste time, we have to go now, Mist. I'll ask around to make your work easier, and you give the fucking information, alright?" 

Someone whose name starts with O knows they don't have much time. Their theories won't be stopped. "Everyone thinks doppels come from witches but WHAT IF" They say, very exagerately and dramatic. "Doppels are actually the tricksters who get to become human."

Gears are turning in Matt's head, and he points at Santana as he processes the information. "No--I don't mean Fuchs's magic," he says, as his attention remains on trying to hypothetically solve the enchantment problem. "Although I have no fucking clue why Marley wouldn't get her ass to court to testify," he says offhandedly, only sounding mildly annoyed. "I'm saying we get to the source of the problem. The source of your beliefs. And work from there." Shrugging, he speaks towards the ground for a moment. "Maybe we don't get rid of the deal at first. Maybe some days the fly is quiet. Maybe some days it just lays there. Maybe it buzzes without being able to see it. But we take steps."

Look out for the truth. Manipulate yourself back. Santana says Julio doesn't know enchantments, but Matt's starting to think he knows enough, at least, for them to make some progress. "Leaving so soon?" he asks, like he was really enjoying their company. 

Matt is straight-up rendered speechless when O-kid shares their theory, at least for a series of seconds that stretch long. If tricksters became human, would they have memories? Would they arise as doppels do? "Where would we get the memories of our past lives, then?" He asks, trying to one-up some kid, like an adult is supposed to do. "I'm pretty sure doppels are just doppels. Tricksters who become human are humans who used to be tricksters?" The first sentence is pretty confident, but the second sounds just about as unsure as he feels right now.

Santana groans "Because her problems are more important than everyone's else." But she rather focus on solutions now. "Ugh, Matt, the source is the entire world and systematic racism. This is not a thing we can change from the source. We are looking for realistic, magical solutions here" She listens to how Matt follows her fly metaphor. She doesn't agree, she just wants to kill the bug forever. Her fake dad was going to leave, anyway. "Alright, alright, I'll give you your shit info, but you better do something because I'm just going to give you as muchinformation as you give me. You have to go? Oh my God, please, tell me is not because there is some dangerous person coming here trying to kill you out of revenge for some fucked up thing you did to them." She stops for a moment. "It's Darling?" She is so annoyed at the kid. "If there wasn't like, proofs or evidence of doppels coming from witches, yeah, suuuure." Santana rolls her eyes to Matt outright lying to the kid. You don't even think you are human, Matt, don't say tricksters are now

Someone  whose name starts with O doesn't want to leave yet. "From the life as a trickster, of course! But doppels comes from someone else." The kid laughs at Matt question. "Hahahaha you have no idea, don't you?"

 The man in the sunglasses text someone, then throws the phone to the ground and breaks it. "You know it." He says with a smile and he could talk in spanish, but it would be easier to talk on a way only Santana would get. "But no, do you remember Clown and Mirror? Medieval fair, 2014.  This is like that time before Nails tried to throw a goat to Doorframe combined with that time Darling and Tibula were betting our lifes on a game of jenga at the aquarium." 

Santana hears that totally understanding the gravity of the situation and grabs Matt's arm. "Matt we have to go."

Matt scoffs. "A lot of shit is product of systemic oppression, and it doesn't mean you can't work on it. " He's pretty proud of his idea and his metaphors, alright? Besides, life already seems pretty bleak without adding 'no way to combat self-loathing thoughts instilled on you by systemic racism'. He's not about to add an extra layer of bleakness on purpose. "Maybe there's no magic solution. At least not without using more enchantments." 

"I'm almost sure that's not true," he tells the kid. "There's some pretty witchy memories in there. But it's not like that shit's gonna stop you from making up theories like that in your head. So whatever." Jesus, he's like the teenager here now. But he's annoyed. Sure, he has no idea, but do they have to point it out like that??

He goes to continue to argue--he's not even sure about what, but that seems to be what he's doing today--when it seems like things start moving real fast, real suddenly. His head jerks one way, and then the other, and his heart drums in his chest when tension seems to rise out of nowhere and Santana grabs his arm. "Wh--what? Sure. Sure, let's go." Glancing back towards Julio and the kid, he waves half-heartedly. "Nice... to meet you?"

Santana frows. There is has to be a magic solution. Bitch don't say that bullshit but instead she just makes complaining noises about it. She waves goodbye "Die a painful dead." Santana says, with a friendly tone. "I love you too!" his 'dad' answers. Oliver just says bye very enthusiastically.

She brings Matt outside, almost dragging him by the arm until they are out the flat. And then until they are far away from the flat. "Oh man, uuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I fucking hate him so much!" She complains, angry. "Sorry I dragged you into this. But..." She calms herself a bit. "But it really helped me. I think."

Matt waves goodbye to everyone in a confused daze as he's pulled away, partly by his own feet and partly by Santana. He's so confused by the circumstances, but he doesn't say anything while Santana complains. He just pats her on the arm while glancing over the direction they'd come from. 

His muscles relax when Santana says it had helped her. "Did it? You seemed sort of skeptical about it." His teeth worries his lip for a moment. "I told you before that I would help you with this, and I haven't been doing great at that, but whatever you think of for this shit, I'm in."