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tainted-by-skeletons · 3 months

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Bully Reader X Sans (Part 3)

(SFW now with more bullying.)

“Just!... Come on! Let me wipe that stupid stuff off you so I can get outta here!” Y/N demanded.

Why does she want to do it herself?! Ugggh. What have I gotten myself into? This better be the last time I see her in my house. Hopefully now that I know she's got a crush on me she'll be too embarrassed to bother me so much. I can finally be left alone.

Not remembering what she was going to do, I went up the stairs and into the bathroom. I didn't like how she marched right in without my permission at all. When I got in, I opened a drawer to pull out a few rags. I handed one to her. Meaning for it to be used so she could wash off her badly smudged makeup.

She looks like a clown now. I almost feel like I've had my revenge a bit. I had to walk around looking like a clown though. Still…Maybe I should back off. I don't want to give her a reason to retaliate. Although, I might have scared her enough to prevent that. Still, I better be nice just in case.

Although I can toss people around, for the most part my powers don't do much damage unless the person I'm using them against has caused a lot of pain themselves. It's kinda like karma. Therefore, if anyone knows about it, then my edge is gone. I know it's overkill but I don't have much else to work with. If something ever happened to the kingdom. I want to be able to hold my own. Be useful.

While I was in my thoughts I didn't notice Y/N had put a horrible smelling clear liquid on the rag I gave her. When I looked over, I saw a scary clown coming at me with a suspicious wet rag.

“Aaahh!”

Before thinking, I pushed her away from me with my magic again. She was stupid enough to be sitting on the counter so I accidentally knocked her off.

“Y/N! Oh shit!”

She hit her head on the cabinet opposite the sink. I hoped silently she didn't have any serious injuries. I was gonna get myself into a lot of trouble if anyone found out I beat up a defenseless girl. That's exactly the kinda story I expected her to tell if I didn't do something fast. I held up her head and tried to get her to sit up too. Thankfully she wasn't unconscious. Just weak.

“Ugggh. Owwww.”

“I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to push you that time I swear.”

The relief and the funny face made me unable to stop myself. I started laughing.

“I don't believe you at all! Are you trying to fucking kill me?!”

“Noo hahaha no no. It's not that. Haha. You just look ridiculous like that. I- hahaha. When you came at me you actually scared the shit outta me. That's what happened. It's just funny.”

“Uuughh! You asshole!”

She shot up, supposedly to fix her makeup. But that was a stupid thing to do. She stumbled and started to fall again. I tried to get up to catch her but it didn't go so well. We tumbled and both ended up on the ground. I landed back first which hurts like hell. What was worse, was I had my arms awkwardly wrapped around her. When we realized our position Y/N moved off me and stared down at me in shock.

She looked hilarious.

“Hahahaha!”

“Ugggh! Stop laughing at me!”

To my surprise, she slapped me. I sat up and shook my head.

Y/N’s POv

Wearing a lot of makeup was not only a passion, but I wanted to stand out as a very average looking girl. Bright makeup was the way I wanted to do that. Nobody wants to be made fun of for their looks, but I was especially sensitive to that kinda thing. I put a lot of pride in my appearance. I don't like it when that gets messed up.

I opened up various cabinets looking for something I could use to remove my makeup. If Sans thought I looked that funny then there was probably no saving it. After finding some real dusty baby oil I took it and one of the other rags Sans had set out.

“Hold on. Be careful. Don't stand up too fast.”

“Shut up asshole. It's not like you actually care.”

After seeing my pink clown-like lips and black eyes, my audacity disappeared. Getting beat up and embarrassed like that made it impossible for me to keep my emotions in check. At least the tears helped me rub off my makeup faster. I don't know if Sans noticed that, my sniffling, or shaking legs first.

“Hey… I'm sorry. I don't want to make things worse when you're trying to make things better. I know you probably don't want to stick around and listen to me make fun of you. Especially since I keep-”

I tried to kick him but the bastard had scary fast reflexes. He grabbed my foot and calmly put it back down on the ground.

Why the hell is he so goddamn strong!? Who is this guy?! Everyone says he's the weakest monster here!

“You're gonna get yourself real hurt if you try to do that.”

I stumbled back to the door.

Maybe I should cut my losses and actually get out of here now.

Sans let out a long sigh. “You don't have to be so scared. Alright? Look. I can push you around but I can't actually hurt you barely at all.”

Sans summoned a bone from the ground. Something Papyrus could do when I saw him spar.

“Touch it.” He commanded.

“Why the hell should I trust you?!”

“Because it'll all make sense. It's not gonna hurt. I promise.”

I wasn't thinking straight from all the concussions. So I slid my foot forward and touched the white bone. I felt a small pinch as the attack made a strange noise and disappeared. Just as any other magical attack would.

“...Wait. That's it?”

“Yup. That's all I can do to you with those.”

“Then why the hell are you so fast? And how can you use gravity like that?! Even Papyrus can't do that! Or… well not to that extent at least.”

“Because it's all I have.”

“...oh.”

Fighting meant a lot to the underground kingdom. And Sans was a sentry. It made sense he had to be capable of something if he had that position. Sans stood up.

“Heh. You don't look like such a bitch anymore without all that makeup on.”

Nothing was more insulting to me than hearing that from a guy. But since I know he wasn't interested in me, I knew it was genuine. So I didn't know what to think about it.

“Is that supposed to be your attempt at a compliment?”

“Nah. I have no reason to flatter you.”

“Hmph. You don't think you should play nice with the girl that has the solution to your problem?”

“The problem you caused!”

“Hehe~ Good point. Now stand still okay? And tell me if you feel any stinging or burning.”

“Yeah yeah…”

I picked up the rag again and applied more nail polish remover. Just in case it dried too much. Then I put a hand on Sans' chin. He was a bit shorter than me so I had to tilt his head up. He grumbled when I touched him and averted his eyes from my gaze.

Wait… why is he letting me do it? Wait! Why am I doing it!?

I started to gently rub the rag in circles on his face. His eyes teared up quickly and he looked like he was in pain.

“You're supposed to tell me if it hurts!”

“It's not that. It just smells so bad.”

“How can you smell anyway?"

“Well I can see and talk right?”

“You can see because you clearly have some kind of eye magic thingie going on. Like. That's been obvious so far. And you can talk because you have lips. Er. Do you have a tongue?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?~”

“A-aah! No!”

“How'd you know I have lips? They're not super obvious lookin. What are you staring at em for?”

They're not. But I did notice them while having so much time focused on his face. I had pulled the rag away while Sans was trying to embarrass me, but I decided to get the job done fast so I could leave.

“Ow! Ow ow! It hurts now! Hey stop! It hurts!”

Having the nail polish remover not do anything to his cheeks was very worrying. I tossed the rag into the sink. Sans was about to say something as he looked into the mirror. But he stopped when he saw no change to the black dots.

“I'm… so sorry. I have one more thing though!”

Sans sighed. “Yeah I know. I'm not gonna fight ya just yet. Wait. Don't you have two more things?”

“Two? Oh! The blush. Er! I said-”

“You tried to make something up about why you had it.” Sans interrupted.

“Okay fine. I did pick it up for you actually. I was thinking that if I couldn't get the marker off, I could at least make you look less like a tired old man. Maybe you'd get some friends and you could finally leave me alone.”

“Leave you alone? You're the one always coming up and picking on me! That's why Grillby said he thought you liked me.”

“Pft. What am I? 6?”

“You sure act like it.”

I already had the blush in my hand. It had an applicator too so it wasn't hard to get it out quickly. I knew Sans could dodge but his bathroom was small.

“That's it! Come here!”

“Aaahh!”

I brushed the applicator across the pink powder and grabbed Sans by the arm with my other hand. I wrestled around with him and tried to get the powder onto his cheeks but I missed a couple times. I got his chin, and then his collarbone. Which actually gave me a surprising reaction. When the soft, tickly sponge touched him, Sans jolted and sucked in air through his teeth. I took the opportunity to finally get his cheeks.

“Aaahh! Hey! Knock it off.”

Shaking his head only made my job easier. The cute pink hue blended into his “skin” and further highlighted the little marks on his cheeks. I couldn't help but giggle in delight at the image.

“I really don't think you deserve to have so much fun after basically giving me surprise face tattoos.”

#sans x reader #x reader #undertale #fanfiction

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dearwriters · 2 years

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Hi!! I don’t know if you still do these but how do you place a plot in a texting fic where the chapters are just the characters texting each other? I want to invoke emotion the same way a normal story does even if there’s no paragraphs

The modern epistolary novel

Hey, sorry it took me so long to answer. This is an incredibly interesting question and I've never written this kind of story. But I think it can be done quite well.

Let's look at it in this way: A texting fic is just an epistolary novel (one of the most famous historical examples, especially on tumblr right now, being Bram Stokers Dracula). Specifically a polylogic epistolary, since we don't only witness the writings of one single character, but of multiple via the very nature of texting. It's a story told through conversation.

The style of a epistolary novel is inherently naturalistic, since its very essence the natural communication between people. Meaning: you can use the format to show a characters personality. Do they use abbreviations, do they skip punctuation, how about emojis, etc.? The reader shouldn't think "The hell, nobody texts like that".

The big challenge here is to not get into the "As you know, Bob"-kind of exposition. So if you want a character to recount an event, they either need to text someone who wasn't there to witness it:

Anna: Omg, you never guess what happened after you left... Ben: Tell. Me. Everything.

Or discuss what happened in a way that doesn't seem forced:

Anna: Sooooo about what happened last night. Ben: Yeah, that was... weird. I've never seen Susi that angry. Anna: Maybe I shouldn't have told her about me and Joe.

(Disclaimer: Those are quite bad examples, but I think you catch my drift.)

I'd say, use your format to your advantage: Let the plot happen via text. Epistolary fiction is inherently better suited for character driven stories. It works best with multiple POVs, unreliable narrators, etc. Basically your whole story is dialog, so make sure your story is driven by communication and it's pitfalls. You can e.g. use different text chains with different characters, to flesh things out:

Anna: I just don't get why Susi got that upset. They've been broken up for like 6 months. Ben: Yeah, I guess. - Ben: Guess who has the audacity to text me and talk shit about you. Susi: Seriously?! After she was so mean to me yesterday?

(Again, horrid example. Do as I say, not as I do.) Basically: let the characters tell the reader (through the person they are writing to) first hand what they think and feel.

I hope this helped a bit. Have fun writing!

#dearwriters #writing advice #writing help #writing tips #novel writing #writblr

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hualian-blessing · 3 years

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why mcyttwt does not think some (if not most) of the time when it comes to mcc

if i post this in twitter, i’d surely get hated upon but someones gotta have to say this one day. also this does not target to mcytblr!!! this rant is more of towards mcyttwt!!!

remember how mcyt was so chill before all of this shit? how we would watch our favorite minecraters when the community was so small? or how mcc was an event that both ccs and fans can have some fun and entertainment once per month? and that was only last year too. now look at the new generation of mcyt fans and see why some of the old fans dont really associate the new ones.

as a fan of the old gen mcytbers like DanTDM, SkyDoesMinecraft, Aphmau and CaptainSparklez. heck im a fan of pewds’ minecraft series before dream or tommy or ranboo or the new gen of mcyt ccs blew up (a year before them if im correct), and we dont see drama or bad shit all the time when it comes to their content.

now compare that to the new gen where every single fucking day, a bored fan or anti would post shit drama in twitter where some of the people from twitter moved to tumblr just to not get a headache from the batshit craziness mcyttwt brought forth. and it just snapped more when the mccp21 rolled in.

heres some of my takes about the mccp21 issue:

1) “there’s a lack of representation of lgbtq+ in the teams!!!”

heres something to tell yall about that. scott doesnt have a fucking choice. scott smajor has told time and time again, WEEKS before the announcement of teams, that there are certain requirements and limitations to mccp21 thus there will be difficulty in choosing whos entering or whos not. limitations and requirements such as it will be streamed on youtube or how streamers with twitch contracts aren’t allowed to stream or (god bless scott’s good heart) scott not allowing some of the lgbtq+ streamers in joining the special event due to wanting them to have a chance to stream and experience their first mcc (so to those who said that ranboo should have been in mccp21, shut up ‘cuz scott wanted genderman to have fun streaming his first mcc but cant due to ranboo being a well-known twitch streamer). to those who complained that ant and velvet should be in the mcc, stop being selfish and do some actual research on why scott didn’t include them. a simple question to those two’s fans would answer that they can’t make it due to them camping for a week which within those days is the mccp21. they’re having time to themselves, not wasting it on a minecraft championship.

take in the consideration that, oh i dont know, not a lot of lgbtq+ ccs applied to the event? its not a free invite championship (in fact, mcc has always been like that), it’s an applied with the sufficient and correct requirements kind of event. the artist who created the icons from the previous mcc for the teams said that scott let in some of the new ccs in last minutes due to lack of applicants not meeting the requirements thus not having custom artworks for the teams if they want to announce the teams in time.

2.) “there’s no lesbians or trans in the teams >:(((”

sadly enough, there’s not much of the players from the lgbtq+ community but to say there’s no trans people in mccp21 is utterly false. by definition, trans mean denoting or relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex. other genders such as non-binary, genderfluid, androgyne, bigender, gender expansive all fall under trans. you define yourself with the gender you personally chose and comfy with from you birth gender. so saying there’s no trans in the teams when there are players from the event like eret or sqaishey who are nb and genderfluid respectively are there to also represent not only the sexuality but also the gender identity of others??? like c’mon, please make sense mcyttwt.

also, while its sad to not see lesbians, please know that lgbtq+ doesn’t strictly be defined by lesbians. ffs, lgbtq+ literally means Lesbians Gays Bisexuals Transgenders and Questioning (or Queer but im not too sure about that one) which means that there are still other representatives for the community in the event.

3) “technoblade is in the event?!!! WHAT THE FUCK, HES A HOMOPHOBE/LESBIPHOBE-”

utter clowns, toxic twitter users are. do you really think that scott smajor, an openly gay man, would let a supposed “homophobe/lesbiphobe” in an event that focuses in supporting the lgbtq+ community? do you hear yourself? do you even do research where the joke he made was when he was the same age as me and it was based on a historical article back in WW2? or how he passionately supports the community especially the lesbians because a lesbian couple complimented him to which kickstart his confidence? the man willingly went to this mcc event despite being flamed a lot in twitter because he (and everyone) knows that his chat, his fans and supporters, are literal millionaires. if you saw a stream from foolish where he auctioned canonical characters for funs, a techno fan donated thousand of dollars to get technoblade, and that’s only one fan, now imagine a hundreds of thousands of them.

like it or not, technoblade has always been open about his support to the community, especially that majority of his fanbase are from the same community that mcyttwt allegedly swore that technoblade hates.

4) “since this mccp21 is pointless because theres no dteam, quackity, punz or (insert cc name), let’s have a watch party of the previous mccs to spite mccp21!!!” “let’s hope (insert cc name) stream on the 26th so mccp21 doesnt have the same amount of viewership like before!!!” “where are (insert cc name)??? gosh, this mcc is so boring without them!!!”

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut the actual fuck up. are you really seriously hearing yourself? are you willing and proudly boycotting a once in a year special event that is seriously needed by the lgbtq+ community? are you that cruel and selfish to sacrifice a project that helped tons of people just for your sick entertainment and desires? are you that evil to stop others from enjoying and donating to the trevor project? are you that inconsiderate of other ccs that aren’t part of dsmp and calling them boring? and for what? because your favorite cishet streamer isn’t there? oh booofuckinghoo! you’re so fucking petty to even post about this kind of tweets in public.

(edit: did yall honestly thought that without your favorite streamers that the mcc is not worth watching because they aren't there? well let me tell you, im a ranboo fan. ive watched him when he first entered the dsmp and watched him spinning in his unicorn chair for 5 minutes. the boo community waited for so many months for genderman to join mcc yet we didn't even do that kind of disgusting action and behavior every time he isn't in mcc. 8 months. that's how long ive watched him. ive waited 8 months for him to be in the event yet i still watch other povs like tommy's, puffy's, wilbur's, and etc., because it's fun and entertaining to watch them despite the beloved not participating in the games.

if you're that spoiled to not even watch mcc because (insert cc whose not part of mccp21 name here) isn't part of the roster then you most likely have a one dimensional humor because there will always be someone more funny and entertaining than them. i like dsmp don't get me wrong, but i found parrot's school smp funnier than dsmp yet you don't see me insulting both series, do you? learn to keep yourself if you're calling ccs as boring or dull or not entertaining enough due to not having the same big platform as the dsmp members.)

you don’t deserve to call yourself a fan if you’re doing this kinds of actions. in fact, people like you should be kicked out from the mcyt community because your kind of people are the reason why we look so bad from the outside. your toxic and self-entitled to these content creators are the reason why famous ccs like sbi, purpled, tubbo and almost ranboo left twitter/implied strict rules to their subtwts. you drove out an entire friend group that tons of fans found comfort in from the platform and you still have the audacity to this kind of shit? honestly, just leave before you give me a headache.

what im sayin’ is that mcyttwt is one of the worst, if not THE worst, subtwts out of the other subtwts in twitter. having no actual research or evidences or spreading false information is common in twitter where you would have to take what they said with a micro size grain of salt. mcyttwt already ruined the fun and spirit of mcc during its comeback in mcc14 due to the glitch and beta testing shit (ey i still stand for the ranboo beta testing but i know that will be worthless since theres hints of him joining soon in mcc15). if you’re still in mcyttwt, i suggest to get out of there while you still can. we’ll never know if there’s a bigger shitstorm than this in the mcyttwt that may happen in the future.

edit! hi bella again, ive been told by a polite and cool user that not all people from mcyttwt are toxic and/or cruel. im going to clear something up here. ive written this during the heat of the announcement of mccp21 teams. so there's a lot of complains and/or entitled people in the app (you can even see it in my previous post too if you want evidences!) that gave off mostly negative vibes towards the event.

ive seen the cool ones who actually took the consideration for scott's side and the criticism of the lack of representation of other communities within the lgbtq+ umbrella (ive even share some parts of it above so im also a bit upset to the lack of numbers in the community). and some of them are correct about recruiting lgbtq+ creators in youtube but! like i said, it's an applied event and not invitational one, so its up to that content creator if they want to join or not. the amount of cishet in the roster are just those who want to support the cause and/or backups/stand-ins in case scott and noxcrew can't find enough ccs in time!

just wanna clear this up because mcyttwt these days are covered by really cringe fans (ive noticed a pattern of them mostly new ones but there are still awesome new fans (like my irl friend who just joined this year) within the community) that covered the good ones where they enjoy, have fun and share some neat ideas and thoughts to the community within the platform!

when i said to get out of the mcyttwt while you still can, i meant to get out of there to avoid drama (that is really small contrast those who really need to address the issue) and take a break from it. it's still your choice if you want to be surround by it or not or if you want to come back to the app. all im saying is to buckle up for the shitstorm cuz this is not the last time that the twitter side of mcyt will cause negativity to the community.

#mccp21 #technoblade #twitter #twitter discourse #mcc discourse #mcyttwt #minecraft championships #fuck off tw #twitter sucks jfc #noxcrew

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liliacvol6 · 3 years

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POV: You’re The Hot Ex~ Bucky Barnes

This was inspired by a playlist I put together and I was full of “I’m hot as fuck, my ex is crying” vibes so I decided to write a lil something.

No happy ending, unless someone wants a part 2?? I’d be down to write it, also if this is shit let me know because I want to improve my writing. Love y’all.

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“You sure you wanna go to Stark’s party tonight? Barnes and his new girl will be there.” Nat said, sitting on the bed next to Wanda. They both looked at each other, the break up was hard but what had been harder to deal with was when Bucky had a stream of females constantly coming in and out of the tower where you both lived. And then, one day, the sex parade stopped and only one of them continued to come and go. April, was her name. She thrived off of Bucky and his Avengers status, you hated her for obvious reasons and couldn’t understand why Bucky would want her. She seemed like a fine person, but your personal bias was too strong for you to ever be kind to her.

“It’s fine, I don’t need him to feel good about myself, who knows maybe I’ll hook up with Sam or Steve tonight to really rub it in that I’m over it.” You said opening your closet and trying to find a hot outfit. You couldn’t decide whether you actually wanted to seduce one of your friends to try and piss Bucky off or not, but you wanted to look sexy anyways.

“Mhm, right. Well maybe you should wear red.” Wanda suggested, making you turn around

“Why red?” You questioned, making Nat turn to Wanda as well, she shrugged and said, “Well I happen to know Bucky likes that color on you.” You rolled your eyes, but turned around and started looking for your favorite red dress. Not to impress Bucky of course, but to look sexy in a dress of his favorite color and have him die knowing he can’t take it off of you.

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You were standing in the hallway waiting for Wanda to finish getting ready, Nat had already gone down saying she was going to grab drinks for the three of you, while you waited for Wanda. Wanda came out in a gorgeous black dress, you whistled at her

“Get out, you’re the one who looks absolutely sexy.” You winked at her, looping your arms together you waltzed to the elevator to head down to the party.

It took everything in you not to scan the room and look for Bucky, so instead you looked directly to the bar. Nat was behind it filling her own drinks, you guys made your way over to her and noticed Steve sitting there chatting.

He turned when Nat yelled hello above the music. “Wow, you ladies look amazing.” He said handing glasses to you and Wanda. Nat’s expression faltered a little and you soon found out why when Bucky and April approached the bar and sat next to Steve. You didn’t even look at him, you just took a sip of your cocktail.

“Jesus Nat, this is strong” You exclaimed laughing a little.

“Oh my god, I love strong drinks, right James? When we went on our first date that was something we bonded over.” April said laughing. You could picture her hugging his arm and you wanted to roll your eyes. But you looked up at smiled at her, “that’s cute”. You made eye contact with Bucky and tried your best not to show any kind of emotion. The breakup had been incredibly difficult and your tried your best to not show how hurt you were whenever you were around Bucky. He said he couldn’t worry about hurting you physically so instead he just decided to dump you on a mission instead.

Sam came over, already drunk, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“D.A.M.N. (Y/N) you are the hot ex, for sure, Buck don’t even look over here you’ll just regret your decisions” He said, making you smile silently and Wanda slapping Sam.

“Sam...” Steve started to say, but before he could lecture you turned to Sam.

“Thanks, I’d love it if you danced with me right now. Yanno, since I look so good, it would be a shame if I just sat around all night.” Sam nodded and you led him onto the dance floor.

In truth, your heart was ripped out of your chest every time you saw Bucky. Especially the times when it was in the hallway and he tried to smile at you, but you just couldn’t do it. You tried your best to dance with Sam but you weren’t feeling it. You had to try your hardest to get over Bucky, so you tried to let it go. Just forget the pain, let the alcohol flood through you and now your goal was to try and fuck Sam. Just to get over the man who broke your heart.

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It was the end of the night, you spent a lot of time dancing sexily with Sam, only spotting Bucky and April once during your dancing. Bucky had made eye contact with you, you winked at him. At that point you had been wasted, it wasn’t an act anymore you were wanting Sam more and more, he was right. You were hot and ready to move on. Well, that’s what the alcohol haze was telling you.

Now you were sitting with Nat drinking water to make up for the mass amount of alcohol.

“You and Sam are getting pretty friendly” She said taking a sip of her drink, you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah, well gotta move on eventually.” You stated as you looked up and scanned the room, she snorted

“Right, that’s why you keep scanning the room for your ex?” You immediately took your eyes off of the room and turned to her. “Oh, shit, neverm-” You interrupted her by spilling your inner thoughts out. You were with your best friend and couldn’t hold back your emotions. You had them locked up since the break up and they just came flooding out.

“I’m so fucking sad, I want Sam sure for a one night stand because I keep telling myself it’ll make me get over him. But I know it won’t. I love him, I never fucking told him I loved him. We fought the day we broke up and I was going to tell him and then I didn’t and now I want to get over him but I just don’t know if I can.” You spilled your feelings to Nat, something you normally would not do if you were sober. Nat wasn’t speaking, she had reached out while you were talking and grabbed your hands. In your drunken state you thought it had been a grab of endearment

“Uh, hi” You heard a female voice, you turned thinking it was Wanda but it was April standing there, with a red face and Bucky behind her holding a plate of cookies. “We came to offer you cookies, Bucky said they were Natasha’s favorites.” She said grabbing the tray from Bucky and placing it on the table. Bucky was staring at the ground and you got up and faced April.

“I’m sorry, I’m drunk, I didn’t mean anything I said honest-” Before you could finish, April slapped you across the face. “What the fuck?” You yelled grabbing your face. Bucky grabbed April and pulled her away from you.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked her, Nat got up and came next to you.

“You broke his fucking heart and then have the audacity to say you love him? really? When he is finally happy and in love again? We exchanged I love you’s already. Clearly if you loved him you would have told him.” April spat at you from Bucky’s arm. He looked at you with a horrified expression, you gulped in air. You didn’t know what to say. They already said I love you to each other? You were heartbroken.

“We’re leaving.” She said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the party.

You got to the door and hit the elevator button when you started to cry.

“Wait, (Y/N), Nat!” You turned and saw Bucky,

“Great, fucking great” you said looking up at the ceiling and trying to stop the tears.

“Please, can I walk you to your room?” He asked, you knew he was looking at you, but you had turned away and didn’t want him to see you cry.

“No, Buck, go back to April. Make sure she’s fine.” You said quietly. You got into the elevator and when the door was closing you finally looked up at him. He had silent tears in his eyes.

“(Y/N) please, I love you too” He pleaded, the elevator door closed and you turned into Nat and cried hysterically on her shoulder.

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Part 2 has been posted: https://liliacvol6.tumblr.com/post/653548607607275520/pov-youre-the-hot-ex-part-2

Love you all xoxo

#bucky barnes x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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elriell · 3 years

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What’s with everyone going crazy of Az’s pov? I was so worried when I saw spoilers and then I read it... and it was barely anything? Lmao ok yeah he was a little horny - not nearly as horny as cassian and rhysand have been imo. At no point did he force anything on Elain, or try to posses her. I don’t get it.

Right I am sorry because I need to let a little rant of my chest....

Human beings as a species are very emotion driven creatures, our first instinct is to !!!! before we sit back and think about it.

I said earlier too, we have spent 4 books inside Feyre’s head so our perception is very warped, we see a lot of this when people say Nesta is OOC in acosf, when the reality is we have never known her thoughts.

It is even more potent with Azriel because he was on such a pedestal unlike Nesta, she at least spoke a lot so you got a higher level of understanding about her character. Azriel by contrast has always been a mystery and very quiet, so the abrupt leap inside his head poses a shock to many.

I think that is a massive part of it.

As for the other I genuinely think it is very much selective outrage, Cassian & Rhys have pulled all manner of shit, possessive and otherwise, hell lets not be divisive. Feyre and Nesta too. Yet I have not heard half the uproar.

Same applies to these claims that all Elriel fans hate Gwyn. A lie. I follow honestly a giant chunk of fans and not one said a bad word about her... Not leading up to the book and not after. A minute portion in a big fandom and yet it is made to be as if all Elriel fans are the spawn of Satan.

Woman POWER! Support woman! Support victims of trauma.

Where was this energy when the fandom was being disgusting to Elain for years. Calling her down right awful words simply because she was gentle and kind. Or because she wasn’t with their fav.

Listen always support your fellow woman, especially those who have suffered unforgivable acts, I don’t think any reasonable person would disagree.

But the selective aspect of it in the ACOTAR fandom is a down right joke, and then people have the audacity to say we are tearing a woman down because of a man? Sorry, what have you been doing with Elain for years?

Also to clarify, if you are reading this on the other side and thinking, “Well I never did this!” then this is clearly not directed at you. I don’t have a issue with you, move along.

What happened between Elain and Azriel was a consensual moment, stop treating Elain like a helpless child because it doesn’t fit your narrative. Or because it didn’t happen with your fav.

Sorry *deep breath* I feel like I have been holding that in for so long.

I have no issues with Gwynriel, I have a few people on my dash that ship it or say (Elucien) and have been posting about and I just smile and move on, there is nothing wrong with loving different things.

And to my mutuals or just people who I have interacted with about different ships and we have had lovely eye opening conversations this is not you clearly, I have loved seeing things through your perspective and a lot of you have taught me a lot about why you love *insert whatever* ...

I genuinely do not understand why it needs to turn so nasty and hostile.

Just love what you love, enjoy what you enjoy. Stop seeking out uproar.

Stick to your tags, respect each other. If someone fucks up then have a genuine conversation and patience with them, treat them like a human being who is going to have good and bad moments.

Listen to be frank with you I fucked up the night I read his POV and made a post summarizing it, and in the moment and excitement I wrote something about being right about Gwyn being a secondary love interest (and by proxy although not intentionally) being used despite her definitely not deserving that.

And a kind soul in the replies let me know why my reaction was wrong, and I realized and the next day I apologized. That is what disagreement should be, taking the time to see peoples point of view, not always coming to resolution but respecting that.

I think we all, have the tendency to let things get to us... anyways ill shush and leave it at be kind.

And sorry you probably where wanting a simple reply lmao not on this tumblr you wont hahahaha

#acosf spoilers #kinda #acosf #elriel #m for ts #replies

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mego42 · 4 years

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while I was not specifically prompted, @foxmagpie posted a fic request that made my brain go hmmmmmmmm, so I went ahead and pretended it was a prompt for me because I do what I want.

i want to read a fic from rio’s POV of 2.10 when annie reached out to him both because i think annie trying to arrange a business proposition would be hilarious but also because i suspect that rio thought beth was either orchestrating things or that it would be a way to get her back and i wanna get in his head about it

can we meet

All in all, it's a pretty standard text. Rio could probably scroll through his phone and find at least 15 others at any given point. More if he didn't dump his phones every week or two. Even more if he didn't have Mick filtering most of the bullshit for him.

But that's the thing, he does have Mick, which means when these kinds of texts make it all the way to him, he knows who they're from and what they want. The problem here is he doesn't know who the fuck this is or what they want or, most importantly, how the fuck they got this number.

And that last part especially is a big enough fuckin' problem that he shuts his laptop and scoops up his phone, swiping through to call and see who it is.

"Hello?"

He doesn't immediately recognize the voice that picks up, though it pings something. He waits, still not saying anything, figurin' he'll either place it, or they'll give themselves away. It's fuckin' unbelievable the kind of shit people will say if he just keeps his mouth shut and waits 'em out.

"Is this…" The voice trails off, and he's right on the cusp of placin' it, can feel a face bubbling to the surface when it continues in a whisper. "Gang friend?"

The fuckin' sister.

Rio's mouth snaps shut so hard it sends a pang through his jaw, and he's pretty sure she heard his teeth click together over the phone.

There are motherfuckers who would kill—hell, who have killed—for his number, and here's this suburban bopper callin' him up like she can summon him or some shit. Like she has the right.

And isn't that just like Elizabeth, makin' her sister call? After her pretty little fuckin' speech, that prim, butter wouldn't melt it's over, leavin' his cut on the goddamn nightstand like he was some kind of hired help.

His phone case creaks, giving slightly under the force of his grip, and he forces himself to relax. He leans back in his chair, drumming his fingers on his desk, tryin' to figure out how he wants to play this.

He fuckin' knew it.

He's not about to pretend the victory isn't at least a little sweet underneath the bitter rage just thinking 'bout their stalemate brings to the surface. He knew Elizabeth wasn't gonna walk away. She couldn't, she didn't have it in her.

It isn't enough, though, knowing he was right. It's barely a dent, a scratch, a fuckin' scuff in the debt she owes him, the mountain of shit he's gonna make her pay for.

"Hello?"

He hasn't said anything yet, and it's makin' the sister antsy, he can tell. There's a static, scratching noise, and he realizes she's put her thumb over the speaker or something because he can hear what she says next, but it's muffled.

"Are you sure this is the right number?"

Something in him bottoms out—he's not exactly tryin' too hard to identify what. The bright, bitter flair of satisfaction's gone as quickly as it came, leaving a dark, hollow space behind.

The sister's actin' out then, going rogue. Elizabeth knows damn well what his number is. She hasn't exactly been too shy 'bout usin' it whenever she needs a payday loan. Or other services for that fuckin' matter.

He can't help but laugh at that, but it's a harsh, biting sound. The audacity must be genetic.

"Okay, now I know you're there. Stop being a dick."

He should hang the fuck up, now that he knows who it is. Hang up, block the number, forget all about that bitch and the sister. It's probably the smartest thing to do, all told.

Except. Except she fuckin' owes him, and Rio hasn't gotten to the top by letting debts go unanswered.

"What?" He asks, giving the t an edge sharp enough to cut.

There's a pause. "What like you didn't hear me, or what like what do I want?"

Rio adjusts a potted bromeliad's alignment on the corner of his desk, running a finger along the edge of one of the tall, spikey leaves. Mick had dropped it on his desk one day with no fanfare, only snide commentary about Rio needing to take a vacation, and maybe this'll get him thinkin' 'bout it.

The annoying part is, it's not like the disrespectful fucker's wrong. Rio knows damn well he's let himself get far too twisted up in Elizabeth's bullshit. Offerin' to deal with her problems, lettin' her get away with all kinds of amateur hour bullshit like bringing her fuckin' kids on drops. He never should've let her strong-arm him into cuttin' her in. It's not like she's the first person to try, should've dealt with her like he would anyone else, string her up and don't give her the option to not tell him where his shit is.

Hell, further back than that, he never should've followed her into that motherfuckin' bathroom. Should've kept it business, should've never found out how soft those miles of pale skin really are, how far that delicate pink flush can spread, how unexpectedly dark and rich she tastes.

Disgusted with himself, he shoves up out of his chair, pacing around the tiny, concrete floors of the control room currently serving as his office in long, loping strides.

He should take a week. Tie things up, take Marcus to Disneyland, or some shit. Get some fuckin' distance. Perspective.

"Hello?"

Now the sister sounds like she's getting annoyed, and Rio's really gotta do somethin' about the two of them runnin' 'round actin' like he's someone they can get away with not takin' seriously. Like he's some sort of pet. Defanged. Declawed. Fuckin' neutered.

"Get to the point."

"I mean, I kind of did in the message."

Rio can hear some kind of groan or somethin' from the background. Probably the friend. She was the only one of the three of them who ever seemed to really get what kind of waters they were swimming in. How deep they were and what kind of monsters lurked beneath the surface.

"Yeah, that ain't really how we do things."

"I know, I...look—" He has to yank the phone away from his ear when she sighs, loud as shit, right into it. "Something...I mean, um. I know Beth quit, but, uh…"

He tunes her out, the way she's going, she'll be stutterin' her way around to her point about a half an hour from now.

She wants a fuckin' favor, a hookup. They always do. Not just these bitches but everyone. Once you're at the top, all people want is a piece; it's only a matter of whether or not they're gonna beg for it or try to take it. Every now and then, they try to earn it.

It’s one of the things he'd liked best about Elizabeth from the jump. Yeah, sure, she was arrogant as shit, struttin' 'round in those heels like she understood the rules the world played by. Like she could twist anything and everything' round her pretty little fingers and get away with whatever the fuck she wanted as long as she batted those big, blue eyes just right.

But she was willin' to work for it. She might’ve expected to be awarded a piece just because she worked hard and that was the fair exchange for her effort. And isn’t that a trip? The idea of livin’ in a world where fair meant somethin’. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna get down in the dirt and scrap for it.

Her problem is—well, one of 'em, he doesn't even have enough warehouses to house 'em all—she looked out at her tidy little garden and thought that was the dirt. She didn't want to accept there's a whole other subterranean playing field underneath all of that.

He'd seen it though, the thing with teeth and claws she had locked up inside her. It'd come out in flashes and splinters, peaking through the bars of the cage she kept it in, eyes flashing, tail lashing, and he couldn't help it, the urge to see what would happen if he pulled its tail. Let it loose.

Rio stops pacing, coming to a halt in front of one of the huge paneled windows in the exterior wall of his office, leaning up against the edge and looking out. The panes are dingy, giving his view of the Michigan winter sky a bleak, barren cast. Not that it needed any more of one. This warehouse sits on the edge of a train yard, the miles of rust and concrete below reaching out towards the horizon. All grey and dirty red, broken up by the occasional patch of strangled grass or vibrant streaks of neon tags left behind to defiantly mark the artists’ passing.

"...I guess what I'm saying is, you know, you still have options in this, um, market. If you catch my drift. I'm hoping that we can figure a way to continue this mutually beneficial arrangement…"

The sister's still going, so he ticks through his options.

He'd have preferred Elizabeth came crawling back all on her own. That'd be ideal. He hadn't decided yet if he'd initially shut her out, make her work for reentry, and then make her pay, or go straight to the main event. It would've depended on the circumstances, what was most advantageous at the time. All good plans are flexible. He’s learned the hard way to always take contingencies into account.

She would've, though. Come crawling back. It was only a matter of time. She's had a taste now, she'd let herself go just enough, she wasn’t gonna be able to pack herself back away in that soul-sucking suburban box of a house, of a life. Not for long.

Beyond that, there was the money. She might've thought she had enough, but four kids, three mortgages, and a moron with a talent for squandering every last thing he's given? That's a lot of financial upkeep.

'Sides, even if she thought she was in the black, he was still keepin' tabs on all of them—it wasn't even personal, just good business, they were too new, too green, too unpredictable to go without the extra surveillance—and he knew that wasn’t the case across the board. Elizabeth might've been in an okay spot for now, but the sister and the friend sure as shit were not, and if there's one way to get Elizabeth to jump, it's come through her people.

And on the off chance that all of that failed to come to fruition—always a possibility, she's stubborn as shit and not above gettin' into some kind of dumbass, fucked up mess to keep from backin' down—he's got his little landfill insurance policy tucked away on ice if he ever needs to really force her hand.

"So, what do you say?" The sister‘s finally run out of steam.

Rio runs his tongue along the inside of his lower lip and tucks it in his cheek.

Now that he’s really thinkin’ about it, this might actually be a better option than any of the ones already on the table. There's no way the sister and the friend are gonna pull some shit all the way off, not on their own. He knows how to read a room, it’s been the thing that’s kept him alive more than once, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt, the two of them aren’t half as effective on their own. They don't have Elizabeth's steely determination, her gift for spinning bullshit into gold. Not only that but there’s too much friction there. They need Elizabeth to grease their wheels. He can toss 'em some piddly shit that don't matter and let 'em get tangled up. Give 'em enough rope and all of that.

And hey, it's not like he came after her—them. If anything, he's tryin' to help. He’s givin’ them the same opportunity to earn some money, build their own side hustle. He's practically the good guy here.

The thought makes him laugh, this time like it's actually funny.

"Okay, well, thanks for that. You know, you don't have to be rude. I just thought—"

"Park. 2 pm."

"What? Oh! Seriously? Okay, great. Wow, that is...phew. That is a load off, you don't even kno—"

Rio cuts her off, locking his phone and tucking it back in his pocket, then tapping his fist against the window.

Three seagulls are down in the warehouse parking lot fighting over scraps of something. Even all the way up here, he can hear 'em cawing, screamin', tearin' into each other for the same piece of the pie. After a minute, one of ‘em rips whatever it is away from the other two, swallows it and takes off. The others follow a beat behind, and he watches the three of ‘em fly directly overhead until the building obscure his view.

Either Elizabeth'll come to him, or this will give him a new string to tug, somethin' he can use to yank her right back under his thumb. He'll get her right back where he wants her and then he'll— He'll—

Well. He'll just have to see.

#nbc good girls #good girls nbc #beth x rio #brio #brio fic #(kind of anyway)#my fic #wheeeeee i can still do a prompt fill!!!!#apparently the trick is to do them when i'm supposed to be working on something else #anyway back to dean pov #hope this somewhat scratches the itch?#confession i haven't watched 210 in actual ages so i have no idea how canonically accurate this is but i did my best #gg 2x10

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roccinan · 3 years

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I'm risking sounding terribly egoistical by sending a public ask about my own url here but I'm doing it!!!!! I need the super graphic-details

Your ego is my ego, dearest nharidy. There's a reason the doc is named after you hahaha

[ 👉 My Wips ]

OK so the Absolvisti sequel's been sitting in my head since well, the week after I published it lmao. But I never got around to writing because I wasn't sure if it was being too self-indulgent (I'm feeling more confident about it now that I know you'll be pleased by it!). Also because I was having trouble deciding on a pov: should I continue with the Tatiana 1st person pov as always? Change it up to Martin 3rd person? or surprise: 1st person Don Juan?? Should it be a new chapter or new fic? (def. open to suggestions here!) Also I think it'd be Iconic to publish a story in the Dies Irae universe with our new cat profile pics.

Graphic detail time :D Prepare for a SUPER LONG answer LMAO. Most of the things I mentioned here and here will make their way in, with maybe a bonus ns/fw chapter from Martin or Andres' pov. The main story is SFW however, and there's like a hilariously high amount of hurt!Andres, who doesn't have demons to rely on anymore but still carries all the permanent damage the demons left on him:

It takes place some months after Absolvisti so Andres is doing better, but not fully well yet. He's not actively dying anymore but he does faint a lot and isn't exactly making a full recovery. Because I wanted to make things harder for Martin. Because he's not a young man anymore, the wounds were super extensive, and this is the result of years of accumulated damage + a form of "withdrawal" (the shadows/demons that used to feed on him were also the things that kept him alive so it's one big cycle that his body isn't leaving that easily).

This means every time Martin plans something nice for him like seeing a play or going out for a nightly walk, Andres can't go through the whole thing without feeling unwell. (Martin: "I over-exerted the love of my life. I am so SELFISH. what does Andres see in me??" Andres: "I disappointed the love of my life. I am the WEAKEST. what does Martin see in me??" Tatiana: feed me, bitches)

They manage to sit through one play though (not sure if I want this at the beginning or end of the fic LMAO). It's the one Bogota wrote, The Necromancer's Lament, a "biopic" about Andres' life. And it's every bit as terrible as Martin expected. Bad special effects, bad acting especially from Martin's actor, Andres' actor has a beard, and Tatiana looks like this:

Andres thinks it's the best play ever. Martin hates it and demands a refund. Tatiana hates it too but Don Juan's like, "mi amor, you are still beautiful to me, even as a deformed puppet."

Martin's 120-page complaints aside, Bogota runs the theatre troupe with his partner, Nairobi/Agata, and they're both going to start teaching performing arts at Santa Catalina because the last drama professor died lmao

Meanwhile, Santa Catalina has a new bad girl student, Tokyo/Silene! Sergio took her in as a charity case after some dark and mysterious events in her life. But Tokyo being Tokyo can't stay away from trouble, and she becomes obsessed with finding the demons that Andres expelled. Some bizarre possessions start happening again and the school's sponsors force Raquel to keep it under wraps. (Raquel: maybe if you increased funding, we wouldn't have so many problems!!)

In the meantime, Martin gets that letter from a long lost relative asking to meet him. Not sure about the order of this either. Anyway, Martin was planning to ignore the relative, but Andres insists he go. Either Tatiana or Don Juan accompany him. Martin learns that he's the sole heir of his dead parents across the sea (the will: “we forgive you for being a heretic, a freak of nature, and the alchemist of Palermo. also no hard feelings for leaving you to die as a baby xoxoxo”). There's one (1) condition though: he has to end his partnership with the necromancer. Martin: NO THANKS.

So while Martin's dealing with this unexpected drama, Sergio decides to call in Andres' expertise TM again because it's also a good excuse to talk to his brother. Martin is Very wary about this and rejects him. But Andres insists that it'll be fine. Plus, maybe he wants to turn a new leaf and help Santa Catalina for nothing in return this time. Not everyone gets a second chance at life and he doesn't want to be a bad person anymore uwu (Tatiana: "Andres was a pretentious piece of shit, surprising no one." Martin: "Nobody deserves Andres, not even me, and I'm like, the most amazing person in the world.")

Andres comes to do the exorcism with the random priest the school hired. And they discover there aren't any demons- it's just some ghost fucking around (maybe I'll make it the spirit of Gandia or Alicia since they haven't shown up yet lol). Anyway, it doesn't go very well but Andres gets rid of the creature or whatever. Not before it punctures a hole in his side though. Then Martin loses it, just full-on screams at Sergio for almost getting Andres killed again, makes a lot of threats against the school, etc. etc.

Raquel, being more useful, plugs up the wound. But the priest accidentally provokes Martin more by asking Raquel if he should mop up Andres' blood with holy water or something. What if the necromancer's blood is cursed?? And now it's all over the floor, so disgusting :/

Martin, already in a very bad mood, beats the priest up.

They go home. Martin's in a really sour mood and he just doesn't understand why Andres isn't mad at Sergio. Martin: "It's really emotionally damaging to me if you don't give a fuck about yourself." Andres makes him even angrier by bringing up the Berrote family will and having the audacity to suggest Martin leave him for money. He makes a huge case about how he literally has nothing to offer Martin except a body that barely works and a terrible reputation. Martin: "I lost a fucking eye for you??"

They fight and Martin storms away, and also kidnaps Don Juan, his honorary new soulmate who would never betray him like Andres.

A while after this, the Spanish Inquisition local clergy arrests Andres for "questioning." Because the shenanigans at Santa Catalina are still going on and that one priest suspects him of being behind everything just because. Raquel's the one who bails him out. She may not like Sergio's brother, but the way everyone else treats him is ridiculous.

Andres limps home, hoping Martin's still away. Surprise! Martin felt guilty and came back. And it's pretty obvious that Andres has just been tortured. Martin: "Say no more. I'm going to kill some people."

Andres gets Martin to not do anything stupid by dropping the thing with the will. He admits he was wrong for saying those things to Martin and he selfishly, genuinely wants to stay with Martin forever. Martin: "I'm still going to kill your brother. You may appease me with a kiss."

Does it end here? No! Because the shit at Santa Catalina is still happening. Andres and Martin solve it for good though. But it's all very dramatic. I'm vaguest about this part, but maybe Nairobi's injured saving Tokyo, and this gives Tokyo the wakeup call to move on from whatever baggage that got her into this mess in the first place. Then Andres' solution for saving Nairobi is to ask Martin to work that alchemist magic and transfer her wounds onto himself (at this point, we're just going overboard with the Andres whump but asdfasdf why stop??). Raquel: Sergio, tell your brother to stop dying. That's a bad example for the kids.

It takes a lot of convincing, but Martin relents in the end, only because he trusts Andres. At this point, Andres has been through so much that he physically cannot take any more damage. Like, he just can't lmao. So the whole process puts Andres into a coma or something. But we don't need him anymore because now we can revel in Martin's angst!

Martin spends the rest of his time crying and angsting and guilt-tripping Sergio, and just being very loud in general. He also writes back to his family and tells them to fuck off.

Once we indulge in enough of Martin's pain, Andres finally wakes up. Still very bad off but he's alive and not showing signs of dying any time soon. So that's good enough for Martin. They have a nice heart-to-heart, and idk, maybe Raquel comes to see them because Sergio's too embarrassed to. Until Andres insists, because he loves hermanito unconditionally uwu. Martin: "watch your back, Sergio. I might murder you in your sleep (:"

Then at the very end (I have no idea how long this story is LOL), there's some kind of family photoshoot between Raquel, Sergio, and Paula. Everyone's raving over this new invention called the "camera." Andres is admiring it from a distance until Raquel's like, "get over here. what part of FAMILY photoshoot do you not understand!?"

Andres is shocked pikachu face because good will towards him for once?? he's being included in something?? people want him around?? what is happening??

Martin's happy for him though. Then he's admiring from a distance until Raquel's like, "I said FAMILY photoshoot. Get over here, Martin!"

Tatiana didn't want to be a part of it, but Paula saw her favorite talking cat and like, grabbed her lmao. Don Juan photobombs it because he can't be excluded from an activity with Tatiana, especially when his former rival Andres is in the photo too. (His current rival is Casanova, an unworthy white cat vying for Tatiana's affections)

Sergio proposes to Raquel. The end! Yes, the kitty love triangle is also a central theme of this story LMAO Hope that satisfies you, nharidy! And I welcome any and all suggestions!

#nharidy #wip meme #asdfasdf this got so long omg #as you can see I thought a LOT about this sequel and have it all written... in my head rip #but if I know it will please you then that's enough motivation for me to get it on a document #kinda want to keep it tatiana's pov since she's what holds the dies irae universe together #also because Martin's pov would be 'andres never did anything wrong in his life he is so perfect'#andres' pov: 'everyone loved Martin and I because we are so beautiful and humble and amazing'#'someone threw an apple at me yesterday- a gift from another adoring fan obviously'#adfasdf so many shades of delusional and insufferable

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lovinmullen · 4 years

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okay i’m a sports junkie so here’s a list of sports i’ve connected to the hbo war boys !!!!

toye - ice hockey.

hockey doesn’t make character it reveals it to quote pinterest lmao and to me toye needs that feeling of being able to reveal himself and he needs to find a constructive way to let out all these pent up emotions he has going on. hockey while it is a great way to get that emotion out (from the pov of someone who plays 3 sports) there’s something so intimate about a hockey team to me. like the love and trust there amongst the ribbing is unmatched and he needs that. as a field hockey player ice isn’t really my forte but i chose ice for him because of the freeness you get from skating. it’s just something else man and to me i feel like he’d seek that. also the quick pace of the game is a good way to silence everything going on. you have to put so much concentration in the game. it’s so quick moving it’s so violent you have to put your full focus into it so you don’t get checked lmao? and that’s a good way to silence and channel that anger into something constructive!! while he does need the side where he can get it out he needs the support and the moral side too. like he’s not a lone person. i feel he appreciates his alone time but he needs people and the bond in a hockey team would give that to him i feel.

dick & runner - swimming.

dick has always loved swimming. it’s always been a quiet, calming escape for him when everything’s getting too loud so when he got noticed one early morning at 5am doing laps attempting to clear his head, he didn’t bat an eye at the thought of joining the swim team. more of his favourite hobby? what more could you ask for! at first he was just doing it for fun, now he’s the capatain and while he is one of the most supportive captains you will ever meet be careful because he loves swimming FAR TOO MUCH to take any of your shit.

runner is one of the best swimmers in the school. he’s won every front crawl he’s ever enterd and he’s got a killer butterfly however because of his name everyone can’t help but ask if he takes track and it BOILS HIS BLOOD. because his competitive ass hates the fact he’s got ‘the best butterfly this goddamn school has ever seen’ and people STILL have the audacity to get his chosen sport wrong? disgusting. this boy has a PB of 51.86 seconds in the 100m freestyle. the world record is 46.91!!! if you ask him, few more years under his belt then ship him off to the olympics! that being said however... he can not do back stroke to save his life. all coordination goes out the window. he can’t swim in a straight line and he’s constantly hitting people so yeah... he’s their best swimming as long as no one asks him to get on his back. his divings also a lil clumsy bit it gives him a good enough head start against the other competitors so people don’t question it.

hoosier - soccer.

he is a bad bitch in defence !!!! he is a centre back and he is not afraid to slide tackle your ass. don’t even try diving because he calculated that shit TO A T to ensure he misses your ankles. ESPECIALLY if he’s in the box. he ain’t giving away no penos does he look like david luiz???

he gets proper into the game. and i mean INTO IT. he is incredibly competitive and is no stranger to getting all up in the ref’s personal space when he doesn’t agree with a decision (his captain andy who is used to his ‘charming but extravagant enthusiasm’ now can usually calm him down before that happens though!!!)

leckie - tennis.

he’s pretentious. enough said... ALSO his freinds make fun of him for the grunts he makes ALL THE TIME. not just back at the dorms... live too !! hoos and runner often get sent out because they’ve been shushed for their sex jokes one too many times and chuckler just leaves with them apologising through his giggles because he’s embarrassed about being sent out and he’s proud of leckie finding a sport he’s good at and it’s once that makes him happy but this shit is just too fucking funny lmaooo

chuckler - baseball.

he’s the pitcher and captain !!! he will catch any and EVERY straight ball hit at him. he’s such a caring and supportive captain who is constantly cheering his boys on and lifting their spirits but he will not hesitate to make fun of you if you make a dumb mistake. his legs are so long it takes him like 4 strides to get to each base. the boys actually make fun of him for how he runs but he’s getting at least 1/2 every time so they can’t bully him for too long when he’s getting the job done.....

bonus !!!! guarnere is a gym junkie and his gym buddy is toye🥺 lieb will often join them because the times they go for their work out is usually the same time he has boxing classes😌

#i feel like people won’t like my interpritations #this is dumb idk dhsjssjsj #please ignore me #modern day au #band of brothers #the pacifc #hbo war #team leckie #richard winters #joe toye #joe liebgott #bill guarnere #robert leckie #bill hoosier smith #hoosier smith #runner conley #wilbur runner conley #lew chuckler juergens #chuckler juergens

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rapperkookz · 4 years

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broadcasted | jhs | fluff, slight angst

summary: after a fight with your boyfriend, you suck up your pride and try to apologize to him, if only he would stop giving you the silent treatment.

genre: fluff, slight angst

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Your POV

It took a lot to get your boyfriend angry. Understandably so, he was the embodiment of sunshine, an angel sent from heaven above. You know when he called your name, all looks of love and kindness in his eyes gone, did you fuck up badly.

In your defense, it wasn’t your fault. You both went to a university where money meant status, so when a friend of yours had the audacity to look down upon Hoseok because of his lack of wealth in comparison to the two of you, long story short: you went batshit ruthless.

You could recall the situation vividly, the memory only two days ago and still a fresh wound causing a strain in your relationship with Hoseok.

“Why do you keep checking your phone? Hoseok hasn’t texted you back yet?”

You nodded, a pout playing on your lips as you rested your head on your palm, “He has a big exam for his philosophy class that he was worrying about, I wonder how it went.”

“I guess he has to study hard huh? Sucks to actually have to work just so he can survive after university.” Your friend quipped backhandedly. You furrowed your eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying y/n. We have trust funds and inheritance from our families, even if we fail all our classes, we’re already set for life. Hoseok has to actually study and work hard to keep his scholarship here and somehow get a good paying job after we graduate. I don’t know why you’re dating him of all people in his friend group.”

“Why are you saying him like he’s less than us? I never thought I deserved better than Hoseok, Yoo Jeongyeon. Take it back right now.” You said offended. Jeongyeon only shrugged, “I mean, he is less than us y/n. He won’t amount to anything close to what we will end up doing in the future.”

“Hoseok may not come from our background, but at least his family isn’t full of cheaters and filthy tax evaders, you ignorant bitch.” You practically snarled at your so-called friend, “And who are you to talk to me about my relationship and who I date? You can’t even keep a boyfriend for more than a month, why huh? Cheating runs in your blood?”

At this point, the crowd of students around your table were giving the two of you looks, whispering no doubt about your argument. Family matters were a sensitive topic for everyone, especially those of you with a high-ranking lineage. Anything said can be used as an attack and can ruin reputation with a snap of a finger. Jeongyeon looked around embarrassed, unsure of what to say in response to your words. She scoffed after a few seconds, “You’re right. My family is full of cheaters, but in the end you probably will do the same once you realize that Hoseok isn’t good enough for you. Let’s be real, he’s only using you for your money-”

You couldn’t help yourself at this point, immediately reaching forward and taking a fistful of her hair, the girl yelping in surprise. You were beyond angry at this point, your blood boiling. You tugged harshly, “Take it back, you have no fucking right to-”

“y/n stop!” Your boyfriend said shocked as he and one of his friends, Namjoon, came into view, quickly separating the two of you. “Jeongyeon, are you okay?”

“Don’t fucking talk to her Hoseok, she’s a two-headed snake, that bitch-”

“I’ll fucking sue you, y/n!”

“Do it! Talk to my fucking lawyer. Can’t promise you’ll get what you want since your family’s dealing with your father’s sexual assault lawsuit, right?” You said with a mean smirk, unphased as Jeongyeon’s eyes started to water. Hoseok gripped your hand, “that’s enough, y/n.”

You were still fuming as Hoseok pulled you away from the scene, telling Namjoon that he would catch up with him later, as Hoseok led you to his car so that you two could talk without ears listening in. “Seok, why did you stop me? Jeongyeon was talking shit and badmouthing you right to my face-”

“That doesn’t give you the permission to pull her hair out, y/n.” He said staring at the dashboard, trying to collect his thoughts. You couldn’t believe his lack of anger, why wasn’t he as mad as you?

“She fucking said you didn’t deserve me and that you wouldn’t amount to anything close to us after graduation, the fucking audacity-”

“She’s right,” He said cutting you off, much to your surprise, “I don’t deserve you and I probably won’t succeed as much as you would, the fact that you’re angry about it means you’re embarrassed. How did you manage to date me for this long if you were ashamed of our different wealth classes?”

“What?” You said in disbelief, “Jung Hoseok do you even know what you’re saying right now? I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of you! Our different backgrounds don’t mean anything to me at all—what, why are you angry at me? It was Jeongyeon who fucking started it!”

“You didn’t have to roast the living shit out of her because she insulted me. I thought you would have been the bigger person and that you don’t bring family matters into arguments. I’m just disappointed that I had to see you act like that.” He said pinching the bridge of his nose. You called his name, shocked at the emotionless gaze he gave you, one you’ve never seen before. You scoffed, opening the passenger door, “I can’t believe you’re mad at me right now. I’ll see you later, I’ll ask my chauffeur to drive me home.”

And that’s how you ended up here. It’s been two days since you’ve seen each other besides passing the grounds at university, both of you quickly averting eyes after a glance at the latter. You didn’t regret what you did or said to Jeongyeon, considering you were only defending your boyfriend and your relationship. Still, you couldn’t help but at least feel guilty towards Hoseok, and towards his disappointment in you. He wasn’t a fighter, peace and fairness was in his nature, so to see you get physical like that, you suppose he had every right to feel the way he did.

You tried calling and apologizing to him hours after the altercation, but were met with missed calls and messages left on read. Not going to lie, you were hurt, but he did nothing wrong, it was all on you to self reflect and bridge your relationship.

“Have you tried buying him dinner? What about that steakhouse we love?” Jimin asked as you sat with him and Yoongi in the eldest’s studio. You scoffed and threw your Apple pencil at the boy. “I’m not going to buy his forgiveness with money, Park. He’s not materialistic like you.”

“Maybe not, but he has rich taste like the rest of us. I know your boyfriend like the back of my hand y/n, I am his roommate after all.” Jimin said. You rolled your eyes, Jimin was how you and Hoseok met in the first place. You and the boy met as children, your parents being business partners—and by now, in-laws since your elder brother and his sister were married last year in order to merge companies and raise stock prices.

“Don’t listen to him, y/n.” Yoongi chuckled lightly hitting the back of Jimin’s head. “Hoseok’s just been thinking, he’s not actually mad at you. It’s just a bit hard for him to comprehend since he’s never been in a situation like this before.”

“I told him, Yoongi. I don’t care about his status or how wealthy his family is, I just care about...him.” You sulked, feeling frustrated with yourself. Yoongi gave you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t take this the wrong way y/n, we all know you don’t think of Hoseok any different like the rest of us. But he gets insecure and inferior, you don’t get any shit because you’re the one with a higher economic status. Hoseok gets the short end of the stick in situations like this. Now c’mon, we’re airing in three minutes.”

Yoongi was the dj for the most popular podcast on campus. Students from all majors listened in because of his impeccable music taste, blunt personality, and charming voice. You and the other boys in their friend group guest-starred often, Yoongi only letting his close friends join in on his fun every Thursday afternoon.

“So he’s mentioned me at least?” You whined at the two, the boys chuckling and conspiring amongst themselves much to your oblivion. You were starting to go crazy, missing Hoseok so much and craving to at least hear his voice.

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“Huh? Yoongi hyung’s airing already? Isn’t it a bit early?” Jungkook said turning up the volume of the speaker as he, Namjoon, Seokjin, Taehyung, and Hoseok lounged around Seokjin’s living room.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Taehyung nodded in curiousity, “Aren’t Jimin-ie and y/n guests today?”

Hoseok nodded, of course he missed you like crazy too, but it was endearing to him whenever he read your texts of apology and listening to the guys tell their encounters with you over the past two days, making cute excuses to try and get him to notice you. “Just talk to y/n already, dumbass.” Seokjin remarked from the side. “You’re not doing either of you any good by ignoring ‘em, y/n apologized already too.”

“I know, I just think y/n’s cute when they’re pouty.” Hoseok grinned fondly.

“Hm? Wait everyone shut up-”

“Jimin please, tell Seok-ie that I’m sorry and that I’m self reflecting! I feel like I’m suffocating and Hoseok’s my air, I can’t breathe without him! Why are you two laughing—oh my God the light is on, are we live right now?! Min Yoongi I’m going to fucking kill you-”

“Alright everybody welcome to your weekly dose of D2, I’m DJ Suga as you all know, and we have two special guests today, my dear friends Jimin and y/n-ow! Stop hitting me!”

“Oooh,” Jungkook snickered as the four boys started teasing Hoseok, an embarrassed blush on your boyfriend’s cheeks at your accidental live confession.

“And that’s it for today’s podcast, my favorite fuckers. We’re closing off today with Missing You by BtoB because y/n misses Hoseok. Make up already please, I think I embarrassed y/n enough for a lifetime-”

“I will never forget you did this to me,”

“See you next time on D2 everyone! Have a good night, don’t max out your bank accounts, and remember, I’m single.” Jimin said flirtatiously as Yoongi cut off the mics and started playing the song. God you feel like you aged ten years after this thirty minute podcast, you had no doubt that Hoseok heard your confession, you were pretty sure everyone heard your confession. There wasn’t a single student you knew of that didn’t listen in to Yoongi’s podcast every week.

“I did you a favor y/n, c’mon. There’s no way Hoseok would keep ignoring you after that.” Yoongi said lightheartedly. You grimaced at him, running your hands through your hair in stress. Swiftly, Jimin grabbed your phone and bag, “You’re coming with us to Seokjin hyung’s, in-law. No backing out because I have your stuff, time to face your boyfriend.”

You tried retaliating but were urged to follow them to Yoongi’s car anyway, your desire to see your boyfriend trumping your humiliation. The ride from Yoongi’s studio to Seokjin’s hotel flew by, your mind coming up with all kinds of scenarios and preparing for the worst as you walked towards Seokjin’s hotel room.

“Ah here’s our favorite DJ,” Seokjin said excitedly as the three of you entered. “Gotta say, this week’s podcast was one of your best ones Yoongi.”

You shot the eldest a look, glancing at the rest of the bodies that were dispersed in the living room. Immediately you met eyes with your boyfriend, body freezing as you stuttered and excused yourself to the bathroom.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Jimin snickered as he patted Hoseok on the back, the boy grinning as he walked in the direction you went off. Seokjin crossed his arms, “Just don’t fuck in my bathroom, please—actually, if you do, just let me fucking know so I can get the cleaners to disinfect that place.”

“If I hear one thud from the bathroom, I’m blasting some cursed Wii music, I hope you know that hyung!” Jungkook yelled.

You splashed your face, hoping the cold water would bring down your body temperature and rid your flushed cheeks. You flinched as a knock sounded on the door, “y/n, can I come in?”

“I-uh yeah, it’s unlocked.” You said shyly as Hoseok entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You refused to meet his gaze, eyes downcast on the marble flooring as he put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the door. You didn’t need to look at him to know he looked incredibly attractive right now. “I’m your air, huh baby?”

You cringed, bringing your hands up to cover your face. Hoseok let out a laugh, his voice sweet and melodic to your ears, your stomach doing somersaults at his mere presence. The boy gently took your hands, revealing your face to him, “I’m sorry for ignoring you baby,”

“Why are you saying sorry?” You muttered finally gathering the courage to look him in the eyes, “I was the one that disappointed you Seok,”

“I know you did all that to defend us, y/n. I don’t blame you for lashing out at Jeongyeon,” He said softly as he cupped one of your cheeks, instantly nuzzling into his warm palm. “Thank you baby,”

You pouted and wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled you in for a hug. You felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders as he buried his face in your hair. God how you missed his scent. “I know I said it all in my texts Seok-ie, but I hope you do know that I’m so happy to be yours. I mean it when I say that I don’t give a fuck about your status and that I’m not at all ashamed to be dating you.”

“I know, y/n.” He said pressing a kiss to your crown, “I can’t help but get insecure sometimes because you really are too good for me-”

“shut up,” You denied tilting your head up to peck his lips. “I am not, if anything it’s the other way around. I can’t believe you really didn’t text me for two days, I was going crazy over here.”

“I was too,” He retorted rubbing your sides, “I was going to text you yesterday, but you were just so cute being all pouty, I wanted to drag it out a little longer.”

“Evil,” You scoffed lightly punching his chest. He only laughed and squeezed you tighter, “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” You mumbled relaxing in his embrace. “We should probably go back out there or else the guys will probably think we’re fucking in Seokjin’s bathroom.”

“I mean, Seokjin hyung gave us the okay, baby.” He smirked winking at you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t help the slight churn of heat that shot through your body, “I am not having sex in Seokjin’s hotel bathroom.”

“You’re no fun,” Hoseok said, this time his turn to pout. You lightly slapped his mouth, “Why do it here when we have a perfectly empty king-sized bed at my apartment?”

He chuckled, snaking a hand down to squeeze your ass as you both exited the bathroom and rejoined the guys in the living room. The six looked at your interlocked hands and gave you claps of approval. “Can’t believe it took Yoongi hyung publicly outting y/n for you both to make up,”

“Yeah, can you breathe now, y/n?” Taehyung smirked at you as he agreed with Namjoon. You raised your fist to threaten Taehyung, cursing at him. The boys only laughed, Hoseok bringing your hands up to kiss the backside of your palm.

“You are so welcome, you fuckers.” ______________________________________________

a/n I got this idea after rewatching heirs and just mmmm i love hoseok goodnight.

7-11-20

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theem0fangirl · 4 years

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And it only took one video (Finn wolfhard x OC)

Grace is not an ordinary girl, to say the least. All her life she was shaped to be the girl next girl that everyone just simply adored, you know?, at least that’s what her parents wanted. She ended up being the complete and total opposite.

I bet her parents didn’t expect her to be the girl that stays up till three am questioning her life choices as she blasts Mr. brightside on full volume. They didn’t even expect, not one bit, that their daughter would become an internet sensation AT ALL.

“Oh my god, Grace, did you see the views on your new video?“ Her best friend asked, they were in a group call through facetime. Grace had to use her laptop to video chat with them. She met her friends when her videos started blowing up on the new app called tiktok.

“No, Milly, i haven’t seen it“

she took her phone to check that her video was surpassing the ten million mark. The sound she used was to pretend to be a character in stranger things to the song dirty harry from the gorillaz.

Grace felt odd having people randomly hit her personal messages trying to be friends with her just because she was famous, or pretty. She even had boys from her old highschool hitting her messages.

“Can you believe the audacity of these incels!“ Grace shouted “Texting me just because i suddenly glowed up and they finally look pretty for them. These boys ain’t shit“.

The video where Grace dressed up as a stranger things character was getting a lot of attention. Mainly because a lot of people thought that she radiated female mike wheeler vibes. She didn't mind those comments, the comments she hated were the ones judging her appearance.

user7874637291937: omg, her acting is so fake like it is so non-believable

user362823729382: i find it hilarious that people are commenting that netflix should contact her LOL

user46389292399: Has anybody seen her hair? like girl you look like a fucking rat nest JAJA t

user4666738293: lord, are those stomach rolls? ew!

She would usually just shrug those comments as stupid. They were just bored people with the attention span of a fucking goldfish and ate batteries for fun.

“Also, i see that it is quite trending on twitter that people are randomly tagging Finn wolfhard to see your videos“

Grace widened her eyes when she heard that. Her fans were doing what?!.

“Tell me that you’re joking, dude“ she was starting to get nervous when her friend shook her head.

Grace quickly had to open twitter to find out that people were indeed tagging Finn wolfhard on her stranger things videos all over her twitter feed. She groaned and threw her pillow against the wall.

“YO, whats wrong?“ Tellulah asked “Uh, the fact that my fans are swarming THE MOTHERFUCKING FINN WOLFHARD WITH VIDEOS OF ME DOING STRANGER THINGS POVS!“ she shouted “Like, can they fucking realize that he wont notice my videos?. He’s too famous to even take a glimpse of my profile“ she plumetted back to her bed.

“And what do you know?, huh?, what if he does respond to you and actually thinks that yod u are pretty?“

Grace scoffed “Yeah, like that will ever happen”.

Grace never really cared about fame, especially since she is only seventeen years old. But people were just going insane over videos of her doing POV’s of random things, funny things, pretending that she was in one of her favorite shows, etc.

“Hey guys, we still up for that coffee date later on?“ All of them nodded.

It has been a couple of days since the governor had lifted the stay in home order. She’s just happy that she gets to hangout with her friends.

When they finally decided to hang up on the call, Grace decided to go on tiktok and make a video where she reveals that she has similar powers to eleven. While she thought of those she would also think of some good POV ideas.

“Shit“ Grace cursed under her breath, she had a mess of clothes in her bed because she couldn't choose what clothes to wear for her new video/s. Then again she had to check her tiktok journal.

Yes, Grace had ajournal that was specifically dedicated to tiktok. In that notebook she would write down the sounds she would love and gave her ideas for videos. Whenever she liked a sound she would write it with the POV idea alongside a polaroid picture with a description of the POV.

She opted to wear her typical grunge clothes to do the tiktok video.

“Maybe i should go on a live just to chat around with my fans“

When she instantly went on a live on tiktok more than two thousand people came on it.

“Well hello you guys!“ she smiled while looking at the camera. She was reading the comments that they were leaving for her.

randomser445: how old are you?

user3345: do you have a boyfriend?

girlygirl55: What grade are you in?

Grace chuckled, all the questions she received were just about her.

“Well, first of all, I am seventeen years old, no i don’t have a boyfriend and i have recently graduated from my senior year“ she replied

Iamc00ch: how do you feel about your fans spamming finn wolfhard with your videos?

“It made me really uncomfortable because he is a busy guy and i probably think he doesnt have time to look at my profile. So guys, just stop spamming him, please!“

Everyone in the live were curious as to why Grace had her eyebrows furrowed and was confused.

“No fucking way...“ she covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. “Guys im gonna have to end the live, im sorry“.

Grace couldnt believe her eyes. Was THE Finn wolfhard on her DM’s?, texting HER?.

finnwoldhardofficial: so you’re the girl that’s been on my timeline this whole time

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, IT IS HIM, Grace mentally yelled at herself. She had to compose herself before returning his message back.

goldencherubin: Oh my gosh, i am so sorry! i can’t believe my fans bombarded you with my videos. I didnt meant that to happen lol.

finnwolfhardofficial: No worries, i actually liked having a cute girl appear on my timeline

She felt her heart skip a beat. She just called her cute!.

goldencherubin: oh- i- You’re gonna make me blush

finnwolfhardofficial: that’s kind of the point

Grace and Finn texted what seemed like eternity, and she didnt even mind it one bit. She just still couldnt believe that she was talking to the finn wolfhard, her celebrity crush that is actually the same age as her.

And it only took one video for him to capture his attention.

#finn wolfhard #imagine #finn imagine #stranger things #finn wolfhard imagine #original character

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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Ebony x Erik Pt 2

Okay, so Ebony has seen Erik. She's a bit messed up, but let's see how this plays out.

Nandi POV

“Okay, let’s see what we got.” Nandi watched as her auntie laid several shades of fingernail polish. Half of them looked like they were the same color, and others were just… too much, especially the pinks. Hot pink, candy pink, super pink, fairy pink. it was all just a mess. Going for the more neutral tones she chose one that was just darker than her own skin. She’d seen her mama wear it and she liked it a lot. Nodding, Shanice went to work.

She wasn’t even two minutes into getting her nails done when the doors of the salon burst open, revealing her mother. She smiled, but it immediately went away when she saw that her mother’s face was scrunched up, almost as if she were in pain, tears falling down her face as she rushed through to the back of the salon. She started to get up, but she was pushed back into her seat, Shanice getting up and rushing where her mother was.

Shanice wasn’t even in the back a full five minutes before she came out, her eyes holding a fire that Nandi had never seen. To put it simply, Auntie Shanice was pissed. She was mumbling to herself, grabbing the nail file off of the nail stand, storming towards the door and past the group of older women who tried to stop her. Hurriedly rising to her feet, Nandi followed her Auntie at a safe distance.

“Where the fuck you at bitch?!” She gasped at her use of curse words, which was out of her character when it came to the big ones. She was just in the process of wondering who in the world Shance could have been talking about when a man rounded the corner and Shanice lunged at him.

They tussled for a minute, Shanice scratching at the man’s face and him trying to pry her off of him until they were broken apart by a tall, bald woman. Once they were separated, Shanice delivered a swift right hook to the man's face, causing him to stagger. Gasping, she watched as he recovered quickly, staring at her like it didn't phase him.

“Stay your ass away from her! You made your decision when you left here and didn't speak to her again. She doesn't need you, so go back to whatever hole you crawled out of!” Though she couldn't see the man fully, he looked familiar, even though she knew he was a stranger.

“Look, I just wanna talk to her. It ain't got shit to do with you Shanice, so get the fuck outta my way!” He tried to push her out of the way, but she stabbed at his hand with the fingernail file. He hissed, fist balling tightly.

“Stay the fuck away from her Erik. I'm not about to let you destroy her like you did when you left. You been in this bitch ten minutes and you already got my girl crying. She doesn't need this, not from you, you fuckin bum.” He glared at her as she turned away from him, freezing when she made eye contact with Nandi.

“Come on baby, lets get you back in.” As she got closer, Nandi got a good look at the man's back. His hair was curly like hers, in twists and tied away from his face. His back was wide, probably from lifting lots of weights. He was very intimidating to look at, she didn't see how her aunt got the courage to even swing on him. Feeling herself being turned around and led back to the salon, her curiosity about the man steadily increased.

When they got back inside the salon, Shanice went to work on polishing her nails instead of the style they'd previously agreed on, and iif she was honest, she was alright with that. The day was exhausting and she just wanted to go home.

Ebony

“He's my dad, isn't he?” She felt herself freeze at her daughter's question. After the whole drama at the nail salon, she was nowhere near being in the mood to cook any meals of any kind, so they went out for Nandi's choice, which was an old soul food place close to her old house and Oakland.

Placing her fork next to her plate, she cleared her throat, taking a good look at her daughter. This was big, likely much bigger than Nandi thought. It wasn't finally admitting to her that Santa Claus isn't real, or telling her the truth about her hamster that had been living an unnaturally long lifespan of seven years. It was her father. Just thinking of it gave her an odd feeling. She had a daughter with Erik Stevens. She had birthed an incredible, beautiful, intelligent black child with an incredible, handsome, and intelligent black man.

“We met when I was a little bit older than you,” she started, feeling Nandi's eyes on her as she talked. “It was actually kind of funny how we met.” With that, she allowed her mind to wander off to her first day in Oakland.

…

“Daddy why I gotta stay her with Uncle Ray?” Eboni pouted as she stared at her father, who was kneeling in front of her. What was supposed to be a vacation to show her where he grew up before he met her mother and moved to Birmingham to be with her head turned into a goodbye.

“Listen here, Ebony,” he started, grabbing her small hands into him much larger ones, his thumbs rubbing small circles in her palms. “It's not safe for you back home, but it will be in a little while. Uncle Ray is gonna keep you safe and I will call you every week, you understand?” She nodded, wiping tears from her eyes as she stared at him.

“When are you gonna come back?” She had never been away from home, away from her parents. Wherever they went, she went. His face told her that he wouldn't be back any time soon, but her young mind held onto the prospect of such a thing. Even if it was a fool's hope, it was hope nonetheless.

Much to her younger self's disappointment, he never answered her question, simply leaning forwards and planting a kiss on her cheek and pulling her close to his body. She wanted that moment to last forever, but a snickering caught her attention.

Separating from her father, she followed the source of the sound, making eye contact with a boy sitting on his porch. He was wearing A tee shirt with the sleeves cut out, accompanied by baggy jeans and sneakers. Blushing off her dress, she walked up to the fence separating his yard from her uncle's.

“Is something funny?” He cocked an eyebrow at her sudden attitude, raising his hands in surrender, a chuckle sounding behind her as her father placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Ebony, this is Erik. Me and his mama were really good friends when we were kids. I hope you two can be really good friends, too.” She looked up at her father with a confused expression before turning back to the boy who had laughed at her.!Erik. It was a nice name. Simple and to the point. It started with an E, just like hers, though not as unique. Sighing, she walked up to him, sticking out her hand. “I guess it's nice to meet you.” Even she almost cringed at how icy she sounded, but there was no turning back.

He narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I ain't trying to be friends with no stuck up lil church girl.” she gaped at him, fuming at his audacity. Placing her free hand on her hip, she leveled him with her harshest glare. “Now of I come over there and bat the piss outchu, you'll think I did you wrong. Somebody had to raise you better than that, acting like you ain't got no sense or home training.” His eyes were the size of saucers as she turned around and stormed towards the house, her father not far behind, chuckling to himself as he went.

…

Nandi laughed loudly as her mother recounted her story, wiping her mouth with her napkin, having mashed yams on her face. She couldn't believe her mother had even said anything like that to him.

“All this time, Nana had been telling me that I act like this because of my daddy, and all along, it's because I act like you!’’ shaking her head, Ebony went back to eating her food, waiting for Nandi to get herself together.

“Is it bad that I kind of want to meet him?” that wasn't surprising, but her heart still beat like crazy. Nandi was young and she was curious, all children were, but meeting Erik was a big step, a giant one. She didn't know if she was ready to share Nandi when she'd been just hers for so long. Introducing Erik would change everything, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that.

“I think,” she started off, careful to choose her next words wisely. “I think that in order for you to grow as a person, it has to happen. I can't deny that it makes me feel a bit odd to imagine you and him meeting one another, but I can't take that opportunity away from you. Do I want you to meet him?” She pondered on that for a few minutes before answering. “No, I don't want you to meet him. I want everything to stay as or was, I want him to go back to wherever he came from and never have him bother me or us again.” She knew she had her full attention, and she couldn't deny that it was nice.

“When he left, I didn't know I was pregnant. I was fresh out of college, had just secured an internship at this office that looked promising, I was good. Erik was off to the Navy, and it was almost like he disappeared off of the face of the earth. No one had heard from him, no one had seen him, it was like he was a ghost, like he never even existed. When I found out that I was pregnant, I had no idea what to do. I was by myself on this one. Granddaddy and Uncle Ray helped, but it wasn't the same, you know?” Nandi seened completely engrossed in her mother's words, food forgotten as she placed her arms on the table, resting her head there.

“Were you mad at him?” It was such an innocent question, with a simple answer, but she found it hard to answer it. It felt odd, having such a conversation with an eight year old, but she was very mature, so Ebony felt it was alright to discuss certain things with her.

“Baby, mad isn't the word for what I was.” She chuckled, running her fingers through her hair. “I was angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. Here I was, twenty-four; a single black woman who had no earthly idea where in the literal world the father of my baby was. I had a low paying job and I didnt even live on my own. With every doctor's appointment, every time I heard your heartbeat, every push, and every night I was up five and six times to feed, change, and tend to a newborn, I got angrier and angrier.”

“But,” she said, holding up a finger, catching the child's full attention from her likely wandering thoughts. “Being a mother is the best thing that could have ever happened to me and I wouldn't change any of it for a second. I really became a more patient and tolerant woman. I became completely independent and I learned to grind harder than I ever had, just for you,” she said, reaching over and pinching her cheeks softly, making the much younger girl smile widely. Leaning back, she went back to her food before her bladder let her know that it needed to be attended to. She jumped up so abruptly that she didn't even notice Nandi reaching over and grabbing her phone off of the table.

Looks like Nana is up to something. Whew chillay, this child is finna stir up some shit.

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reliquiaen · 5 years

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I wrote a thing and I was wondering if you would read it? It's a bubbline fic. It's called i could live without you (just don't want to) If you left a comment on what you thought I would greatly appreciate it. (Also apparently you can't post links in asks!? Who the heck thought of that?)

would you believe ao3 had the AUDACITY to tell me my comment was too long? outrageous. check below the cut.

It’s a little awkward to have Bonnie’s hand actually hit Marceline’s chest. Stand in front of your door and open it. Picture where the person on the other side is. There’s more space there than could be comfortably crossed by a casual arm swing from knocking. She would’ve struck air.

Set the scene more clearly. Has Bonnie ever been to this house before? It seems like she hasn’t but the reader doesn’t know that. We have no idea the pre-established relationship (whatever that is) between them either, so we don’t know if it’s even reasonable to expect that Bonnie has been here before. The lack of context also raises questions about the stuttering, especially since Marceline uses a nickname quite easily right at the start. Basically what I’m getting at here is that there’s a disconnect between how familiar they’re being with each other; Marceline is being real casual/familiar but Bonnie seems to be treating this like they’re strangers (or the next thing to it). Shoot for a little more consistency.

Following on from this point: the house is lovely? We have to take Bonnie’s word for it. You don’t have to go into any great amount of detail, just give us the top three things that make it lovely (well-lit, classy decorations, homey, photos on the walls, colour scheme, tidy - just a few ideas, fill it in how you think lovely looks!). Also not expecting you to have a floor plan (unless this is a longfic in the making and we’ll be spending a lot of time here, then yeah make a floorplan for your reference and consistency), but in your head you should know where things are and where the characters are going. So where’s this hallway in relation to where we started? Did we go through any rooms? Are there doors? What the heck is this rope??? Explain (from Bonnie’s POV) as she tries to figure out what’s going on before it happens, our brains work quickly, try and throw some of that in there.

Be careful using traits/descriptors in place of names as well. It can be useful when the character is a stranger (referring to them as ‘the tall guy’ or whatever if it’s a defining trait) but we know who these two are, use their names. Or pronouns. I find the best way to use pronouns in place of names is that the last character who’s name was used gets the following pronoun.

Description of the bedroom is pretty good, we have no guidelines to go by though; is this like the rest of the house? How tall is the house? Were the on the bottom floor and the attic is the only other floor? Or did they go up stairs? How on EARTH did a piano get up there? Strange items? Those seem like a focus point; take Bonnie’s personality into account: she’s the sort of curious where she sticks her nose where it shouldn’t be regardless of consequences. Plus ‘strange’ is the sort of word that readers will expect exploration for. Be careful of wording; Bonnie’s not analysing this, just taking it in. If you want her to be analysing, give us some more thought processes. What does she think of these things, is there anything in particular drawing her attention, is she uncomfortable and why, etc.

This is the first mention of them being in school together? There’s a basement? Definitely work on figuring out how all the rooms fit together.

Coming back to my point about setting your scene rn bc Bonnie has a crush? We are just learning this. Also why is Marceline tickling her? That’s VERY comfortable. I feel like we defs need some more details about their relationship as it stands. Especially now that Bonnie is using a nickname.

Careful with transitions. Felt like a whirlwind of situation changes happened right there between Bonnie lying down, Marceline leaving (??? not good host etiquette), Marceline coming back, the tickling??? and then the alcohol announcement. There’s very little to help with those transitions or explain any reasoning behind them.

(This is probably as good a time as any to just ask you to be careful with your speech tags and punctuation. Is Bonnie giggling the ‘stop’ or is she saying that around giggles or is she saying that and THEN giggling? Please don’t overuse smirk. It’s a great word for a sassbox like Marceline but too much smirking and it just becomes the smile of a shit-stirrer.)

Again: transitions. Marceline is pouting now. Describe it. Is this different? Has she got a reputation for being the sort of person who’s pouts folks can’t say no to? If not consider how that factors in. Please also ask where Marceline got the alcohol, why she’s drinking it, how old they are, why Bonnie is making this exception, Marceline’s motives behind sharing it (is it bc she wants to look cool? Does she understand what sorts of things Bonnie thinks are cool?). Also ask what YOUR motive is for the alcohol. Is it just to lower inhibitions and get them to talk more freely than they usually would? If that’s the case, reevaluate your use of it. It should serve a purpose for the characters as well as for you. (Pet peeve: this is an especially tricky situation for other reasons: they’re underage and consent. It’s brought up heaps in other fics, I know, but it’s worth considering anyway.)

Tie your references to blushing into what else is going on at the time. Otherwise they feel disjointed; like things you’re just reciting. Don’t give us facts! Give us emotion!

Check your tenses. By which I mean just make sure you’re not switching between past and present tense accidentally when referring to multiple actions in a single sentence. (Should be ‘plopped’.) “Shook her head yes” - check that, should be nods I think, yes? Yeah just some grammar issues here and there, a few missing words and tense mix ups, punctuation problems, capitalisation. Nothing major (we all do it) just make sure you check for them.

Use of omniscient narrator for the briefest of seconds. I get that you’re trying to convey to the reader that Marceline has a crush too, but Bonnie has thus far been your sole narrator so if she can’t hear something we shouldn’t either. Alternatively, grab a Virginia Woolf novel and welcome to the omniscient narrator club!

New speaker = new paragraph. But same speaker = same paragraph. You’ve split up some of Marceline’s dialogue into two paragraphs which can be confusing. Marceline is playing music she wrote? Why? Is she shy about this? Does she do it often? Again, is it bc she’s trying to impress? Is it bc she’s going on drunk?

Marceline is getting her way a lot. We, the reader, know why. Consider from their perspective though: does Marceline know why? Does she suspect? Does she feel guilty for pressuring Bonnie? How does Bonnie feel about it? Growing frustration? A little bit of that patented Hopeless Gay™?

Why the boredom? If this was a planned get together why did neither of them think about what they were gonna do? Bonnie especially would be the type to have a plan. She probably googled ‘platonically hanging out with your crush’ to see what came up lol.

The innuendo at the end feels a bit rushed, too. But that could just be bc we haven’t seen any of the build up to this. Have they been pining for several years (unlikely if they’re in high school)? Is it the alcohol talking? Is Marceline joking? How can we tell? Is she phrasing it like that just to get a rise out of Bonnie? What does she think NOT getting that rise out of Bonnie?

Anyway that was a lot of rambling I’m very sorry. Overall a good tight storyline, it starts, it builds and it concludes satisfactorily. You just need to practice writing as a thought-process sorta thing, I’m not sure how to explain it better than as a connecting of ideas together. I mean I won’t claim to be great at that sometimes I force a situation to get to where I wanna go (sometimes you have to), but yeah just check in with your characters, plan things out (doesn’t have to be a huge spread out thing, just make a few notes about where things are) and ask questions! To question your story and motives can only make it better! It’s all that background stuff that the reader doesn’t see that makes up this underlying network of ideas, concepts, actions and characterisation that really holds up the plot and keeps shit consistent!

And that is… all the advice I’ve got! Sorry if any of it came out sounding a lil brusque it’s been a loooooong day u.u

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Secrets

Prompt: Follow the reader as her secrets unfold.

Pairings: Theo Raeken x Reader

Warnings: A lot to come.

A/N: Okay, so. Wow, this was one of the books I was working on, the only difference is that I had to change the names so you guys could be more interested in it lol, let me know what you think maybe? Also, they don’t play lacrosse in this story, there’s no supernatural beings, as of yet. i don’t know, i wanted to get some input on this, as i will be continuing to write my other book.

Reader’s POV

High school. There’s not much to say about it other than it’s a complete hell cage. Sure a few times out of the year you get unforgettable moments, the moments you love to tell, like the homecoming or your new boyfriend that you think is your soulmate. Unfortunately not for me, the past year has been nothing but a complete nightmare. See when my best friend passed away people made up stories, stories that changed more than people’s views of me.

Christy and I had been best friends since we were in diapers, her mom and my mom were both best friends before we were even born, both our moms planned to be pregnant at the same time and although that sounds a bit odd, I’m glad they did it. Christy was more than a friend to me; she was my sister, and something I always wanted. When she passed away I had a hard time letting her go, not even her own mother mourned as much as I did, that itself says a lot. See neither Christy nor I knew our fathers, they both bailed on us when we were both just a fetus. Our mothers put us in same classes through our lives, hoping to carry on the friendship they always had, I thank them for that. But now, now I’m alone. With no friend, no mother nor father, just alone, and that’s what makes thing worse, being alone.

Walking down the hallways is never silent, there’s always a whisper, and they haven’t stopped since Christy left. Most of the time I don’t let it get to me, they’re stupid kids trying to make my life a living hell and I wasn’t going to let them win. I set myself out to be strong, no tears, no running, just being strong, no matter how low I feel I have to set myself durable, at least in front of all these assholes, not for me, but for Christy. Grades aren’t the easiest, I’m not an all A’s student, my grades sucked before the passing of my best friend and they continued to suck after it. I still managed to get myself to junior year though, I wasn’t going to risk staying here another year.

Boys. Don’t even get me started on them; they’re so much worse than girls at talking shit and gossiping. Although I’ve never experienced having a boyfriend these boys make sure to tell everyone I felt them up once or twice, maybe even them feeling me up, neither of it true of course but people are naive enough to believe every rumor that gets passed around in high school. The football team had a few good looking guys, I won’t lie, but I keep that to myself. Theo Raeken, the team’s quarterback and also my ex best friend. Before high school, before people started to label everyone, Theo wouldn’t leave me and Christy’s sight. I still remember the day we met him in second grade, none of the boys wanted to play with him because they were afraid they’d break his glasses. He walked up to us and we instantly clicked, the years passed and soon enough we were on our last year of middle school, we promised we wouldn’t forget each other during the summer. Theo went to Florida while Christy went to Alabama and I stayed here, in California. Come high school Theo had changed, he wasn’t the scrawny four eyed best friend I knew. His hair was pulled up into a small fohawk, he now had contacts making his blue eyes more noticeable and he had gained some muscles. Theo never took the chance to talk to neither of us, but I guess that’s how things go, you forget your old friends to fit into a clique.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N) wait up!” I heard my favorite teacher call. I turned back and looked at the middle aged male, his name, Mister Bailey. “I read over your paper last night and I wanted to give you some advice.” He patted the chair next to the desk. I looked to the few girls that were giggling as they walked out of the room; it’s never going to change. I sat on the dusty chair not caring whether or not I’d dirty my black skirt. “I know who this is about.” He sighed and placed my well stapled essay in front of me. I stayed silent; I had done it on purpose. I purposely wrote this essay to see if anyone could figure it out, if anyone would care, if anyone would help, but when I read it in front of the class, none of them helped. “Have you talked to anyone (Y/N)?” He sighed running his hand through his black hair. I shook my head and looked down.

“I don’t need to talk to anyone Mister Bailey. No one cares enough to listen, there’s no point.” I grabbed my paper as I stood up. Before I could walk away I felt a hand on my wrist,

“(Y/N).” His voice was low. “I know what you’re going through and if you need anyone to talk to I’m here.” He smiled. I returned the smile before he sets my wrist free, a smile that hides more than anyone would ever know. “Have a good day (Y/N).” He nodded at me as I walked out the door only to bump into someone.

“Shi-“ The person stopped his cursed word from finishing. I looked up to be met by the only blue eyes I’ll ever want to meet with, Theo. When he noticed it was me he stayed quiet, not a single breath of air was released from his mouth. He was sad, he was confused, and he was….sorry. For that brief moment I believed he felt some kind of remorse, maybe not for me but for Christy. His eyes shifted from mine to the floor.

“Theo, let’s go! Coach is going to kill us!” Jackson yelled and Theo left, without a single word being said. Jackson Whittemore, team’s running back, Theo’s best friend, and school’s biggest flirt. Jackson Whittemore was the guy every girl wanted, every girl but me. Luckily for him he found himself a girlfriend. Lydia Martin, school’s biggest slut, school’s biggest bully, and my biggest enemy. She never liked me, not after Jackson tried to make a move on me which I clearly didn’t want. But she’s hard headed; she only cares of what other people think of her. I walked down the stairs making my way to my art class, a class that is filled with freshmen, but even with them, there are always whispers.

“I heard she was with Mister Bailey last period after class.” Some girl attempted to whisper. I rolled my eyes not caring what they said.

“(Y/N), you’re needed in the principal’s office.” Mrs. Blake’s voice brought my eyes back to the front of the classroom. I took my black backpack and stepped out of the room making my way down the long halls. I can’t help but to remember when Christy and I would walk down the same hallway. The thought of her being gone still brings me to tears. I need her, I need her to come back and help me through this. I brush the tears out of my eyes with the back of my hands before entering the main office.

“First door on the left sweetie.” The desk clerk smiled. I complied and moved my way into the big wooden door. I was met by the principal and someone’s back. When I closed the door a face appeared on the mysterious back. Mister Bailey. His eyes shot open, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Miss (y/l/n), please take a seat.” The principal smiled politely pointing to the chair next to Mister Bailey. I gulped not knowing what to think, had Mister Bailey gone to the principal and told him about my troubles? Had he betrayed me? Is he trying to get me help? “It has come to me that you and Mister Bailey shared a moment after class, correct?” I nodded not knowing where this was heading, was it against some policy? “Did Mister Bailey do anything inappropriate?” I laughed, shaking my head. The audacity of some people, to put someone’s job on the line, for what, a simple laugh? “Miss (y/l/n), this isn’t a laughing matter.” I stood up throwing my backpack on the floor.

“No Principal Jenkins, it isn’t.” I shook my head. “He didn’t do anything to me.” I sighed and looked at Mister Bailey. “I’m sorry for all of this, those students out there; they’ll do anything for a laugh.” He shook his head.

“Miss (y/l/n), you do know if you’re lying not only will you be expelled but Mister Bailey would go straight to jail.” I nodded.

“I understand the circumstances Principal Jenkins, but I’m telling you, it isn’t true.” He sighed.

“I’ll talk to the student who made this false accusation.” I nodded and grabbed my backpack. I knew something like this would happen, I just didn’t think today would be the day. As I walked out of the office I slowly walked back to art, not wanting to go back and be faced with the entire inconsiderate freshman class. I walked to the stairs in the back of the school and sat on them. No one ever comes here; it’s my personal escape from this hell hole. I slipped on my headphones and put on my ‘Wrecked’ playlist. The fray immediately started playing. I took my sketchbook out and started drawing small doodles, small doodles that lead me to draw a broken girl. I didn’t pay much attention to it, I always drew things like this, especially while listening to this playlist. Suddenly I felt a harsh push against my back. I yanked out my headphones and stood at my feet. I turned around expecting some group of freshman skipping to be cool but who I found was the only person who knew the truth.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly, not wanting to say the wrong thing. I shook my head and grabbed my backpack and began to walk away. I wasn’t going to sit around listening to someone give me a fake apology. “(Y/N), listen.” He grabbed my arm which I quickly yanked out of his grasp.

“Listen to what? You don’t speak to me for three years and you want me to listen?” I laugh, not because it was funny, but because he actually thinks I’m going to listen to anything he has to say. “You’ve had your chance Theo, but you decided to laugh and spread the rumors like everyone else.” I shook my head. “You knew what was going on, you know exactly what happened yet you decided to continue spreading the most disgusting rumors about me, for what? So you could fit in? You’re unbelievable, I can’t believe I actually thought you were a friend.” I shoved him making him fall over the stairs.

“I know!” His voice higher than I’ve ever heard it. “Christy was my friend too (Y/N)! I cared about her just like you did!” I laughed, he didn’t care, not one bit.

“If you cared, you would have gone to her funeral Theo, you would have tried to help her, help me! You knew how things were, you knew yet you decided to do nothing about it.” I felt my eyes begin to sting, I’m not used to this, not during the day. “You think it’s easy for me? Do you think that it’s easy for me to come to this place and constantly get whispers and rumors thrown at me? What about my feelings Theo, what about my reputation? I lost my mom because of you and your little posy.” I rubbed off the unwanted tears that had spilt and opened my backpack and pulled out a notebook. I looked at it for a moment, debating whether I should let him read it or not. My hands made up my mind by throwing it straight to his face, I hoped that hurt him.

“What’s this?” He began to open it.

“It’s everything me and Christy went through without you. Every detail of every bad moment we ever had, without you.” I looked out the small window. “I shouldn’t even give you it but I want you to know the struggle we went through, something you’re not aware of.” I walked away, not looking back. That was it, all my secrets, all the truth, it was time for someone to know, I was tired of keeping it all in. Theo didn’t bother to run after me, probably already reading over the secrets I held onto for years now.

Before I knew it the last bell rang indicating it was time to leave, leave for fifteen hours before returning back here. I walked out of the school feeling the warm air, I loved being outside, gardening or just being at the park with Christy. But things changed, the outside world scares me more than it ever has, not because Christy’s gone, but because all the bad the world can do. I began to walk home, or the place I’m obligated to call home. When my mother left me she demanded my grandparents took me in. My grandparents were never fond of me, partly because they never really liked the man that fathered me. I’ll admit I do miss my mother, but I can’t understand how she was so much of a coward to leave me the way she did. I guess she thought that for a moment I’d be completely fine with her leaving me with the only people who never liked me, who never wanted me. I walked slowly down the sidewalk, I didn’t want to get home I wanted to leave this place once and for all. I passed through Christy’s house spotting her mother on her normal spot, never moving, never noticing the world pass by. I missed the way she was, but she lost something that meant the world to her, there’s no going back. I didn’t bother to wave, I know how emotional she gets when she sees me, wishing my mother would have the same reaction or any kind of reaction. I soon arrived at my temporary home, one more year and I’d be gone, out of here, out of this town.

“(Y/N), it’s good that you’re home, I need you to wash the clothes and wash the dishes.” I sighed throwing my backpack on the couch. My grandmother never really liked the idea of cleaning, so when I came into the picture she was more than happy about putting me to work. I decided to put a pile of the dirty clothes in the washer as I started on the dishes. Since I always washed dishes there wasn’t much I needed to wash. I dried them off and put them up before emptying the washer and putting the clothes in the dryer. I didn’t wait for it to finish instead I went outside, I didn’t bother changing, I knew if I stayed inside my grandmother would tell me to clean unnecessary things like the TV cord.

The warm fall air hitting against my exposed skin did wonders to me. It brought me back to all the good memories I’ve had. Pumpkin carving with Christy, going door to door trying to sell chocolate bars for a ridiculous amount just to get a decent Halloween costume. It’s almost as if she isn’t gone, just thinking about her makes me believe that she’s still here right beside me. But my trip to memory lane is cut short by a ruffling noise. Theo and Jackson drove past me making their truck noisier than ever. I began to walk to the nearest park near my neighborhood, luckily it wasn’t too far and it wasn’t too popular. Once in a while you see a couple kids running back and forth on the basketball court but this park is basically dead. All the technology we have really makes kids stay inside, not caring about the outside world and not caring about other people as long as they themselves are happy.

I sat on the only swing that wasn’t broken and began to catch some speed. I thought about what would happen if I’d did exactly what Christy did. Would I be with her? Would anybody miss me? Would my mother be as miserable as Christy’s? I shook the thought out of my head as soon as I saw a figure walking towards me. I slowed down wanting to get off and walk back home but it was too late. The figure stopped next to me but I was too afraid to look up at it. “I read it all.” His voice rang through my ears. “I knew you guys weren’t okay but I never knew you guys were that bad.” His voice almost sounding as if he had been crying.

“I don’t want your pity Theo.” I look up at him. “I just wanted you to know how it actually happened, not how you and your little friends portray it out to be.”

“I shouldn’t have ever left you guys, I shouldn’t have joined the football team. Maybe then she would still be here.” A small giggle comes out of my mouth before I jump off the swing and step forward to him.

“You left us because you didn’t want to be seen with us Theo. If you actually felt bad for anything you fucking did you wouldn’t have spread those rumors!” My voice getting higher than usual. “You out of all people are the one that started all this, you’re the one that made everything up! How could you? How could you be so fucking heartless to my emotions when you were once my friends? How could you be such a prick?” My words coming out with disgust and anger.

“I didn’t know what else to fucking do (Y/N)! You didn’t exactly give me a choice, maybe if you wouldn’t have been such a bitch and ran away from me I wouldn’t have said anything like that! Christy was my friend to. And even though I don’t know what the fuck happened that night I still cared about her. I tried so many times to talk to you guys but somehow I couldn’t. You know how high school is (Y/N), if you’re not popular you’re not anything, and I need that football team, it’s what’s getting me a scholarship.” I laugh and raise my hand before slapping his left cheek.

“She was never your friend.” He tensed up and looked at me as he wanted to murder me, and for once I thought that wasn’t such a bad idea. “I don’t even know why I wasted my time and gave you the benefit of the doubt. Nothing is going to change. Tomorrow we’ll be at school and you’ll walk past me as if all of this never happened. And you know what the worst part is?” I stayed silent waiting for him to say a word but it never came. “You don’t care. That’s the worst part. How could you turn into something like this Theo? Christy and I gave you the only friendship you had when no one else wanted to befriend you.” I shook my head and took a step backwards. “I guess this is the thanks we deserve.” I begin to walk away as another figure comes to the unwanted park. And to my despite, it was Jackson.

“What the hell are you doing here Jackson?” He chuckled and looked at Theo.

“I came to see why you ditched me at the last minute.” He looked at me and smiled. “I see you’re with the school’s joke.” I rolled my eyes and began to walk again but his arm stopped me. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I looked at him as he began to grip my arm with his hand.

“Jackson, let her go.” I look at Theo and laughed.

“I don’t need your fucking help douchebag.” I look back at Jackson and smile. “Why don’t you let me go before I hurt you?” His laugh seemed dark, evil almost.

“As if you could do anything to me. You’ll regret it. I’ll make your life a living hell.” I laugh and before I know it, my knee went straight to his balls.

“You already do.” I look back at Theo who couldn’t help but chuckle before I ran home hearing the loud cries he makes and calling me a bitch, I can take care of myself, after what happened I had no choice. I don’t need anyone’s pity, especially not Theo’s.

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Storytime: The Scissors Incident Part 1

John POV

Part 1

It’s storytime!!!

Hello, you adorable and lovable fans whereas every Saturdays or Tuesdays (Williams forgot to mention that part) where one of us Hamilton kids will tell you a story from our childhood. They’re the craziest, funniest, and scariest event that ever happens in our lives for the past ten years. But pfft, this is known as from my family especially our family known as the scissors incident as it was something very unexpected and so yeah. This is a going a two-part story which yall needs how the event lead Let’s get on with this story.

This event took around when Philip, Angie, AJ, and James were about 12 ten years old and us which meant practically me, Williams, Eliza, and PJ was about 8 or 9 years old. I think us younger quadruplet were about 9 since we were only about 2 1/2 years apart. But anyway not relevant to the first part of the story...during the time between what ....the incident occurs to our mom and dad. Well, dad has already been a single dad for almost a year at that time and we were returning to New York after leaving Nevis that we live over there for 3 years. FYI: We move to Nevis after month from the trick or treat incident. It was kind of hard for us to accept the fact to that we’re leaving Nevis since that became our true home despite being born and raised in NYC for the first years in our childhood but they never remind us such happy memories. My dad went through a harsh heartbreak because of my mother and soon my dad becomes a single dad to eight kids for the past ten years. So, after the incident, my dad immediately packed all our stuff up, sold all the items we didn’t need and got everything packed in order to live in Nevis. Turns out that my Uncle James whom my father assume perish in the hurricane many years ago. After telling him what happened between him and my mother...Tio James automatically pays for all the airports, tickets, and everything.

Next thing you know our little asses were living Nevis and we only talked Spanish both in the household but talked both English and Spanish outside the household. Since we mostly talked English during our times in New York but since my dad is a Hispanic Caribbean Immigrant. He thought it would be nice to know where our ancestry roots come from while speaking Spanish in the household.

Now, all you’re wondering well why does this have to do with the story? Why are you telling about your past? Hold it for a minute and listen closely my adorable fans. Ok.

After returning NYC from Nevis my siblings and I were trying to talk English more often nowadays since we always talked Spanish during our stay in the Caribbeans. Anyway, my dad worked a full-time job at this local 24 hours diner and we didn’t really see him that often since Papa was always trying to make ends meet. So we were trying to adapt talking more in English with each other but still felt a bit weird cause we have gotten so used to talking Spanish for the past three years. That when we as siblings decided that we speak Spanish at home and English when we go out with friends or school. And I remember this incident occur during summer vacation and we just been in New York for about two weeks now. I wanna say two weeks cause Angie is the one waking me up early for breakfast. I remember waking up in such bitchy ass mood since I ain't-a morning and still not to this day.

I glare at my sister and crankily toss my blanket aside with an attitude. Letting yall know in advance that I never acted this way with my dad. Cause Papa Hamilton doesn’t play around and he won’t hesitate to whoop my ass with the Chancla. Just thinking about it still send shivers down my spine. But yeah, my older sister loves me to death for being patient with me. Nevertheless, I was pissed that my sister woke me up early in the morning even though it was summer vacation. I didn’t want to go my Tia Peggy condo so she could babysit us while Papa work. Worst of all after washing my face, brushing my teeth, basically the typical getting ready morning such.

Worst of all is when Angie pull out the comb and oh my gosh...WWIII was about to start. My hair is naturally curly and wavy I hated when Philip and Angie would comb my hair since they’re heavy handed. I always prefer my dad combing my hair since he knows that it hurts if you pull the comb a bit too hard. But I was having none of is so I was doing the most and started fighting with my sister. I was swinging my arms and legs acting like a crazy person before Angie places the comb down and started shaking me saying...

“John!! Jackie bebe enough!!! You ain’t dying”

Let’s not be judgy here ok. Let not. An older sibling can handle so much from their younger siblings. Especially dealing with a hardcore temper tantrum and I give credit to older siblings for actually dealing bratty younger siblings I’ve met during my middle school years.

Back to the story, I was still acting crazy and swinging around cause I didn’t want my hair to be combed. This kept on for a good five minutes until finally, my sister lost it. Angelica lost her shit and next thing I know smack. You guys, everything went frozen for me and touch my cheek where my older sister has smacked me hard across the face. It wasn’t even a slap or oh no it was a full on smack across the face. This immediately shocks me cause #1 cause she’s my older sister and wasn’t my disciplinary, #2 she has never smack me before and never lost her patient before, and #3 it really hurt me that Angie had the gut to smack me across the face. I like “Girl, I know you did not just hit me on the face” but I didn’t do anything at all. I just stood there frozen like a statue as my sister combs my hair.

I automatically put on my hoodie and cover my face since I didn’t want to look at anybody, I especially didn’t wanna look at Angie ugly ass face. Just kidding sis, I love you and you’re beautiful so yeah. My dad didn’t question it cause he knew that when I’m upset about something or someone I’ll put my hoodie on so I don’t explode and take my anger out on anyone else. But I guess he thought I was mad at him for letting Angie comb my hair. So we ate breakfast very fast cause my dad has to go to work an hour early than usual, after arriving at Tia Peggy condo and say our goodbyes to Papa after dropping us off. Us all eight kids including Uncle Lafayette and Uncle Hercules kids: Georges, Anastasie, Marie, Henriette, William Cooke, and John W. Which adds up to 14 hyper kids in one huge condo with one woman watching us as our parents work. All 14 of us place our stuff on the coffee table in the living room before going to the playroom for the younger kids and the game room for the older kids. I put my spiderman backpack on the coffee table and took off my hoodie since I felt that I wasn’t mad at Angie anymore.

As soon I took my hoodie off Henriette took one look at us and gasp as if I grow a second head or a third eyeball. I gave her a confused look and asks

“Henri? What’s wrong?”

“Yo...Your cheek...”

“What about my cheeks?”

“One of them is red”

“Red?”

As soon Henri says the word “red” my Tia Peggy automatically come to us and also given me a worry somewhat concerns look on her face. She quickly drops down to her knees and inspected my right cheek before touching with the tip of her fingers as if I would break. I was looking her and Henri all wondering “What chu mean my cheek is all red? Like I wanna know”. Peggy hugged me tightly and looking at me all scared and freaking out on the inside which made me scared as well. Like, I didn’t know what they meant about my cheek being red and with my, Tia Peggy hugging me tightly and acting very concern just seem all weird and guilty in a way. And she started asking me all of these questions like

“John, sweetie. What happens to your face, baby? Did your siblings do it? Or did you fell and hit your face?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Tia. Can I go and use the restroom?”

My tia just let my little self-crept to the restroom which was right next to the game room so I enter and did my business. Cause I really need to pee as well but after doing my own thing as I’m watching my hands that when I notice the red mark on my cheek where Angie has smacked me early in the morning. It was still a fresh red color and you could see the finger marks of the mark. It actually looked like I came from an abusive hold house which made me very angry knowing that Angie has the audacity to let come here with a red mark on my face. Now that Henri and Tia saw it I was mortified, embarrassed, and angry. I storm myself out of the restroom and just saw Angie playing Pacman with Philip and I was just glaring so hard with tears streaming down my face. Next thing you know in my head I told myself...

“I’m calling dad. I just want my Papi right now!”

I race toward Peggy and began crying my eyes out which freaked her out overall and automatically her future mother instinct flew within her. Getting down on her knees again to level at my height before wiping my tears away.

“Jackie, sweetie. You ok? You want me to call your dad”

“Please...I want my daddy right now. I want to call my dad right now”

She quickly calls my dad as I’m still crying my eyes out and talked with him for a while. I couldn’t stop crying since I felt so mad that Angie has smacked me and angry at myself that I didn’t tell my dad sooner. As she handed me the phone I kept on crying even though I tried to stop but I couldn’t. My dad started freaking out cause he knows that I don’t cry for no apparent reason unlike someone I know ha.

“John, mijo!! Bebe que paso? Why are you crying?”

“Angie me golpeó. Ella tortazos yo difícilmente en la cara. Ahora, mi mejilla es todo roja de cuando ella me golpeó… y deseo ser con usted… papá” (Angie hit me. She smacks me hard on the face. Now, my cheek is all red from when she hit me...and I wanna be with you...daddy)

“Ella qué?” (She what?)

Ladies and Gentlemen when I told my father that my older sister has smacked me across the face. I knew that I have sealed my sister fate. Papa Hamilton is very crazy for a lack of better words especially with his children due to that he’s a single dad now. He’ll go craz craz if someone ever laid a single finger on us and my dad would lose his shit right then and there. Not only that, but he’s also strict with us being family and us getting along since he assumes that his brother died many years and regretted never bonding with Tio James until now.

So my father one and only rules for all of us as kids were:

“None of yall are loud to hit each other. I understand that you’re siblings and you’ll fight but if I ever see you hit one another. You will be punished if yall have problem one another you’ll come to talk with me and we’ll sort this out. Do I make myself clear?”

If my dad ever heard that my older sister just slap me earlier in the morning. Oooh.....she better starts saying her prayers right now. Next thing I heard the tone of his voice change from concern and worry to furious and angry. And it wasn’t when he yells that scare me it was when he scolds you in such a calm voice that has a hint of anger within it frightens me to the depth of my soul. I never heard my father in that tone before perhaps maybe with my older siblings but never to us since I guess we were still a bit young. Still, that’s not the case...I remember what he told before coming over to Tia Peggy condo.

“I’ll come to pick you up mijo and I’ll talk to your sister about it”

“Ooh ok”

After my father and I finish talking once again but lasted for about a few more minutes before hanging up. I left it at that and soon went to the playroom and started stacking blocks. Williams and Eliza were wondering how did my cheek get a mark and why my cheek is all red? But I didn’t answer them and just minded my own business just waiting for Papi to come here and ready to scream at Angelica in front of everybody. As I said, Papa Hamilton is crazy with his kids, especially with his younger kids. I was just minding my own business until suddenly I heard the door slamming shut. My siblings and I instantly knew that it was our dad slamming the door which meant...he is pissed off. I saw him coming into the playroom with a blank expression on his face but I knew on the inside he was furious that Angelica has slapped me across the face.

Not even saying a word to me I automatically walk toward to him just feeling happy that he was here. My siblings were shocked and confuse seem my father always worked for a full on 12 hours. Until happen something happens to one of us so this situation was very serious. My dad got down on his knees looked my cheek that was still a bright red color. He still hasn’t spoken a single word so Papa took me to the sala and the first time throughout the whole ordeal my dad finally before snapping his fingers.

“Siéntese”

I hop my little ass on the couch as my dad went upstairs again to where the game room was at for the older kids. Not even five minutes later I heard Angie squeal lightly while Tia Peggy close both doors of the game room and the playroom. Next thing I know, all I heard was a thud and a smack!!!!

You guys my dad grabbed my sister by the hair, push her against the wall, and smack her across the face. And before yall starts getting all trigger of offense letting yall know that my dad isn’t abusive. Hell no. My dad gives the ordinary spanking that many parents do but if one of us kid hits each other then he’ll smack across the face.

1. For acting stupid and being violent

2. Cause you disobey his number 1 rule about us hitting each other.

I didn’t saw him smacking Angelica but I heard it loud enough from the sala before Dad began one his lectures. I wish he was yelling and it would be over it. But nope it was in his scary clam voice.

“How you do like it? How you do like being smack across the face? How could slap your 9-year-old brother across the face and let him come here? Knowing you...yourself that his face was all markup”

Angie began stammering and twisting her words over while explaining to dad...even though she just got slap by him.

“Well, he wasn’t listening..o..k...I was trying to comb his hair. He was swinging his arms and legs at me!! He was being bad though...”

“NO!! Unacceptable!! You knew perfectly well that you weren't allowed to hit any of your siblings. Instead of calling Philip or Me to clam John down. You let yourself get all impatient and smack John on the face. And be lucky this is a summer vacation and not a school day. Cause if you let him come to school looking like that...the teachers or possible the principal will believe that I’m the one that him. Not only will the police be involved but so will CPS. DO you know how hard it is for dads to get full custody of their kids despite having a clean record? Not only that but they’re also waiting for them to screw up so they can take the kids away. Do you want that to happen?”

I’m not sure what happened next but Papa Hamilton brought my sister into the living room and face her in front of me. She kept looking down at the ground with my dad who was waiting for her to speak and apologize. She looked at me in the eyes with her cheek now all red when Papa slap her.

“Look, John. I’m gotten impatient with you and I shouldn’t slap you across” Angie spoke with a guilty look on her face but I didn’t care with a nonchalant attitude and response.

“It’s ok”

My dad and I peace out of the Condo where he took to the local diner. But I still wasn’t satisfied till I got my revenge on Angie. I’m gonna end this story here tonight and we’ll upload the second part either on Tuesday or next Saturday. Bye.

#Hamilton storytime #Hamilton kids #John Church Hamilton #Hamilton fanfic #Alexander Hamilton #Single Dad Au

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.5

"I don't think fire's all that bad, you know"

3rd person pov

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As the sun hung high in the sky the h/t haired girl stumbled around the train station in search of a restroom. Y/n had never experienced the mundane tasks a commoner would usually persue on a daily. Things like public transit, or any transit for that matter, were an enigma to her.

So while elder men stared a little too long and young children pointed at her in recognition, she spun in circles like a lost puppy.

"Its just a fucking bathroom, should there be someone here to direct people or something! Ugh and whats with the school girl fetish, these old guy are creeps..." she mumbled to herself continuing to get more and more lost on the platform.

Meanwhile, the rest of 1-A were making their way to internships as well, Midoriya scrolled into some old guys house, Kirishima bumped into his metal replica, and Bakugou held his grump posture and nonchilauntly entered the top 3 heros agency. He was expecting to at least learn something from this guy, or gain real life experience with villains. He never anticipated being scrutinized for his personality. No shit I'm scary, Im trying to kill shitty villains not make teenage girls put a picture of me on their wall.

For the first day of this new challenged everbody seemed to be having a ridiculously mundane time. Not y/n, though. No our main character was going through it, once she made it to the restroom, she got confused by how easily the toilet paper ripped in her hand and spent 20 minutes trying to get at least one whole time out of the stubborn roll. Then, when she opened up her bag to view the new hero-suot her mother helped design...she found strings¿

She ended up having to look at an example picture and read a guide on how to put what where. It took an additional hour considering the tightness of everpiece of fabric and when she stepped out of the stall to look in the mirror, she deadpanned. How could her mother hate her this much? It was already a burden being so sexy, but this? This was crazy.

She wasnt sure weather she should take a million photos, or never leave the bathroom and cry all day. However when her phone rang, a call from Mr.Woods agency, she realized how late she already must be.

In her rush, y/n also forgot about the creeps men and was recieving many stares, that went unnoticed. Until somebody had the audacity to touch her. It was just a ghost of his finger tips on the underneath of her ass that was no doubt on full display. That would not go accepted, as a girl who had turned her past trauma into nothing but a small personality traits, she wasnt scared. Still, as a woman who absolutely idolizes herself, or so she says, no one in this train station deserved the touch of her perfect, shiny, s/c skin.

The last error that secured her terrible first day was how y/n spun around and grabbed the mans fingertips. When she took a glance at him, he was smiling as if he had acomplished something. Boy was he wrong, only coming to realized so when the y/h girl suddenly had sprouted a vine from his finger.

He watched in fear as it began to grow and wrap around him, all the while the young girl he'd never met before let out a sickening aura that couldve suffocate him then and there. The vine continued to curl up around his middle and ring finger, slowly meeting the flash of his palm.

Once the growing stopped, y/n had almost decided to let him go. A part of her new that her plan wasn't well thought through, and he could be an innocent guy that accidentally touched her.

However, aggression outwayed logic and she looked him deep in the eye.

"You like using these fingers to touch things your not supposed to?"

"N-n-"

"Shhh, dont worry, im just gonna make sure you dont go touching things that arnt yours, okay?" She made an aggresive fist with the hand not touching him and the vine squeezed in. Anyone a foot away would be able to tell, but the both of them could hear how his two fingers snapped and bent under the pressure.

With a satisfied grin at the whispering man, y/n decided he had learned his lesson. Wow look at that, and I didnt even need some manly hero to come save me. Atta girl y/n.

Little did she know that not only did her pro-hero boss come to look for her, but je also saw the whole disaster. He was not pleased to say the least.

Y/n pov

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As the tree like man sat down in his office chair across from me, all I could do was look to my feet. I didnt feel particularily had about my actions, however, I did feel bad about being late.

While it is fun to be spontanious and act like theres nothing to lose, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to control the earth aspect of my quirk. Ill never admit it if someone asks, but sometimes the only way I can sleep at night is knowing how strong my quirk is. Knowing that they cant hurt me if I stay strong.

Still, it just seems that as I grow older, the people trying to get to be get bolder and more powerful. Some might even say...they get smarter, too. Thats a scary thought; that if I want to stay alive at all I need to be constantly improving. I am not sure if I want to stay alive or not, but Ill be damned if dying or living isnt my choice.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I began my rant on all the reasons I had come up with that justify my actions. I was planning it on the way out here.

"Look, im sorry mr.woods. I know im not very heroic and shit, but when perverts to pervert things somebody has to do something, and its not like anybody else there would have scared a glance if I didnt save myself-"

"Your wrong."

"Huh- I wasnt done. Anyways i-"

"L/n you are wrong."

"Dude im trying to-"

"There was heroes on patrol, how else did you think i found you? There were real heroes ready to protect you, if you had simply shouted people would have been alarmed of such. I dont understand kids and their need to do everything alone." He rolled his eyes behind his mask and continued to stare at me.

"Excuse me but I dont think your in a place to comment on how I react to myself being touched. He was gonna get my skin dirty and for what, two seconds of his school girl fantasy. Ew."

"Your skin....dirty?"

"Yes, he is nowhere near my standards on someone who should be allowed to touch me...not even a brush of the fingers..ugh!"

"Alright well, I cant get you in trouble because then I get in trouble...so, tell me about your quirk while we go on patrol."

His chair sqeaked against the floor as he stood up and it slid back. Then he motioned for me to follow by painting out the door.

Relieved that I didn't have to talk about all the fake reasons people aren't allowed to touch me, and that I could finally get outside so my quirk would stop suffocating me, I was quick to exit the building.

I'm not sure if its the fact that ive only been using a forth of her, but my quirks side effects have been so shitty recently. To the point that our school nurse estimsted my new rate for being inside for an extended period of time was about three hours.

I havent actually combusted in years, but I've been close and god does it hurt. My chest starts to squeeze and I can feel all the energy drain from my body, then pieces of me start to get hold and cold at the same time.

"So what really is your quirk?"

I looked up at the hero next to me as we continued on down the street of the inner City.

"How much did Aizawa tell you?"

"I-he said...she has all the right elements? And told me I'd figure it out.." He scratched the back of his head.

I smirked at that. Who knew aizawa actually listened to the words I said. I was pretty sure after the whole sulking chrollos dick thing, he would have permanently tuned me out.

"Heh, that raggedy ann bastard" I smile smugly.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Ahh, okay so, did you go to U.A?"

"Um yes kid, why?"

Then im certain je knows of my family, explaining my quirk will be easier. God, this really is my favorite part.

I reached my left hand out, knowing he was right handedly and would respond well to it and then spoke.

"Hi, nice to meet you, im y/n l/n of the elementus royal quirk family."

Once he shook my hand I did a polite curtsey, as I learned in ballet to do that instead of bowing. Its much more fun to do this at family event, where I get to wear big dresses and pretend im important...but this'll have to do.

"The-i-oh shit..." He mumbled the last part in defeat, likely just figuring out what he'd gotten himself in to.

"So, im guessing you've got ...."

"Total control, yup" I confirmed.

"And you wanna focus on earth elements, like what flowers?"

I smirk up at him allowing my aura to put an intimidating facade.

"Actually I was thing more like venus fly traps" as I said traps I let my hands clap together mimicking the plant and bit at the air with my teeth.

He stopped walking and just glanced from side to side, waiting for me to start making sense again.

Until we heard some crying in the distance.

The two of our heads shot over and were met with a strange sight. There were three young boys, looked about 8¿ and a man, hero maybe? Crouched in front of them not looking all that nice. He had spike blonde hair, red eyes, gauntlets on his wris-

"Oh my god its bakugou, look sir! Thats the hot guy I switched schools for!"

"Wha-"

"BAKUGOUUUU!! HEYYY!"

his head slowly shifted from the kids to me and it seemed to only make him more angry. Then, once again I couldn't help but bask in the pure aggression...in his eyes.

They were red, fitting for the anger thry held, but it was beautiful. It was passionate, the way he could yell for hours about god knows what because he cares. He may care about petty things, or silly things, but he always cares so much. So passionately. That I can see it in his eyes.

"Oh my, whAt is this costume deary?"best jeanist spoke from ahead of us as we approach.

"Hi sir, sorry about the skin showing, my quirk is heavily enhanced the more my pours are exposed to the natural elements, especially oxygen. If I was more covered parts of my body would begin to go completely numb. Also doesnt my body look amazing! Im a lot more in shape since you saved me last"

I blamed happily at jeanist. Though we arent neceserilly close, he is definitely a great hero and has always been someone who easily sees through my façaude. Plus his fashion sense is wonderful and I often send him pictures of my outfits. Although he doesnt respond I know he sees them and if they were bad he would be mean about it instead of ignoring it.

"Well. It definitely gives your body..access to that. And the sword?"

Ahh...the sword that I liked to carry. It was now stored in its place on my back.

"Call it a good luck charm, plus, we cant rely only on our quirks, then we are just weak people with strong powers. Rather than strong people."

I was always one to put on a show for him, as I do for lost of pro heroes. Its a lot more fun to say things like your all serious and fancy and smart sometimes. Its my little inside joke with myself, like to laugh at how easily people are awed by it.

Like how even though children were still crying bakgou was staring at me face void of emotion, completely struck at my words.

Definitely not..staring at my body that was exposed. Not eyeing the tight strap that wraps my left leg, that he doesnt know is a funcional lasso.

Noticing him, im quick to avert my attention.

"Hey bakugou~"

"Tch you really went from shitty princess to slutty princess huh?"

"You really went from telling deku you'd be number one hero, to making kids cry on the street, huh?" I challenged

I heard the crying boys laugh a little, just the age reminded me of my brother, Im sure they have nothing in common, but I havent seen any of my brothers in quite some time so I suppose a small part of me was just projecting.

I hated that they were crying, though. Ussually I dont like kids, they are stinky and gross and the main reason people have been ruining my life up til now. However, noticing these three reacting to bakugou in a way I wish emotionally available enough for, it made me feel obligated to help them. Wierd, huh.

"Hey, did that guy use his fire all scary?"

"Yeah, he was gonna kill us"

"Fires scary."

I giggled a bit, I knew fire like the back of my hand. It was the first thing I mastered as a child and the way I see bakugou use it doesnt to the element justice.

"Hm, well, I dont think so...can I show you something?"

The kid in the middle, apparently the braver of them, lifted his gaze from the concrete to meet my eyes. Just as I crouched down to my knees in front of them he nodded up at me.

I smiled at this, proud that I earned his trust for...some odd reason.

My hands formed a cup shape in front of him and I focused my ears so I could hear the blood rushing through my own brain, like waves. This was how I learned to use elements singularly: by using my internally noise to block out everything else.

I first allowed a small line of fire to dance around, now bigger than a candle wick. Then through another, and another as the boy watched carefully. Not yet impressed his face was still caustious. However I continued focusing my energy, feeling my body, the air around me, the heat of the sun, even remember the passion from bakugous crimson eyes.

I as I did so the many small flames twirled and twisted within eachother forming into a beautiful blue and orange fluctuating flower.

The boy looked into my hands mouth now agape, tears dried, fear gone. Then, again, for some reasons unbeknownst to me... I felt a sense of pride.

He tapped his friends so they would look up and I continued making my fire into different things, birds, planes, people. The kids were entranced.

I looked back to see the two pros staring at me with a certain level of pride mixer with shock. While bakugou seemed at a loss for words. God knows why this time?

"I don't think fire is all that bad you know..."

"Pft, yeah, I know kid," with that I threw my little flames above their heads and let the sparks fall down of them like shiny glitter. Then, overwhelmed with this horrible feeling in my chest. I retreatdd to my boss for the weak. Was that..happiness? Ew.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakusquad #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha deku #mha fanfiction #mha todoroki #mha fluff

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