#/ nearly all of them and i Really do not feel good abiut it

[olvitier]

Sorry its so late buf i am in an Edling mood tonight and I will never stop thinking about the idea of how theyre the epitome of right person wrong time.

(obviously in a context of like fandom shenannigans where canon events arent 100% set in stone like edling arent canon but also idc !! they are to me! im ignoring it let me be insane) ANYWAY

Even if they wanted to be together post promised day Ling has all the responsibilities of Xing and his clan and Edward would never hold him back from that for a second. Im of the opinion that brotherhood Edward feels a lot of guilt for wanting love from the people around him particularly those he sees as good (winry, alphonse, etc) especially if hes done things hes perceived as hurting them (maes’ death, the transmutation, etc etc). Which is why I think Edward connects with Ling so well cayse he doesnt carry the weight of a lot if his past mistakes, and then when the stone happens its like goddamn it i roped this guy into my shit again. Like i dont know Edward doesnt really dedicate himself so fully to people outside of winry and ed a lot so its interesting like!!

He cares about a lot of people like the majority of the allied cast and we see him be openly affectionate towards Nina and Hughes pre their deaths but I think Ling is the only person hes ever decided to stick with WITHOUT alphonse? I may be wrong but the whole sure Ill stay with you and trust my brother and Winry to stay safe and follow you around the outskirts of the east for a week till the promised day to protect my new friend is so??? what?? huh???

But anyone my point is post promised day Edward cant really ever see a future with Ling because of all the responsibility Ling holds outside of him and its veyr tragic imo like especially because in a different scenario if Ling didnt have those responsibilities and Edward wasn’t so dedicated to the people around him to a fault of never thinking about his own desires I think they could have the possibility of a future.

Like I have read a lot of fanfiction abiut Ed traveling to Xing and living with him there but?? I realistically cant see him ever doing that just solely because Edward is not the type of person to settle down! like its my one and only criticism of the fma manga is that I cannot see Edward ever being satisfied with a simple life? Like even in Fma 03 which is my favourite interpretation of Edwards character once he gets stranded in our world he learns?? Rocket Science?? For the chance to get back to Amestris but he doesnt really seem to take that goal all that seriously especially considered Alfons ends up getting involved in a lot more aircraft projects than Edward like Edwsrd genuinely enjoys learning!!

Im pretty sure he was the one who dragged Alphonse into Hoenhiems office when they were kids after he left, probably to Al’s reluctance of if they were allowed in there, and started ripping through all of his old books just to learn. Edward never stops and it gets so bad that he never stops to even consider himself constantly worrying about getting his brother back or improving the states of others lives especially when! ya know! the whole country is at stake!!

So in a circumstance post promised day where Ed decides what he wants to do (my personal favourite interpretation is either an alchemical researcher outside of directly performing alchemy, ie revolutionizing the circle matrixes and discovering nee combinations or becoming a professor of some kind) I dont think he would give that up to settle again. And obviously Ling cant exactly up and leave being Emperor unless he decides he doesnt want to, im not the most knowledgable on Lings characterization so I wont speak there but!

They have so much fun together and compliment each other and genuinely care about each other so much but their happiness and fulfillment as people to themselves and others make it so its nearly impossible they would ever realistically end up together and its really doomed and tragic!! idk i think about it a lot.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I was scrolling through your tags and links last night and i will never stop being SHOOKT of the way you right Steve and Bucky JAHFOWJDORJEI

So I present to you- fresh faced Steve x twunk Sebastian x WS!Bucky

During endgame, they made a joke about the hot tub time machine movie and that implies the existence of one Sebastian Stan in the marvel universe and I'm reminded of that discovery when I read your selfcest drabbles/fics Nghhhhhh

So like, imagine a movie night with the avengers and Steve's all chilling when he suddenly sees the younger face of his dead best friend (ehem lover ehem) on the screen. He loses his shit, quietly, and Steve's captivated, he can't take his eyes off the man in front of the screen, animatedly talking and playing his character

Natasha's the first to notice of course and she quietly tells him that he's just an actor that happened to have an uncanny resemblance with the late sergeant. Steve nods along, heart aching behind where he's squeezing the pillow to his chest. When the movie ends, he returns to his floor and googles Sebastian Stan and basically spends the rest of the night stalking him

Do you see the potential angst!? The 'he doesn't want me as me but because I look like someone he loved' trope on Sebby who falls in love with Steve but can't really act on his feelings bcs he knows he only reminds Steve of his lost love???? Or.... STALKER STEVE AJDBWKRBWOHFIE

as an actor, being stalked is nothing new for Seb but good lord he's never been stalked by a 6'2, blonde man built like a brick houseeeeeeeeee; and his stalkers' weirdly polite and charming too, flowers and chocolate and lots of other gifts-

Then we get the events of the winter soldier and maybe instead of leaving, Bucky stays around stalking Steve and he discovers Steve's massive obsession with this actor who looks exactly like him. Another identity crisis for Bucky because is he even real? Or just another version? What if he was just modelled after this man? He needs to know more about this man

It ends with the two of them stalking Seb, watching from afar, leading to possible dub-con EHEM AHSIWHEUWHIEJRJF

I WANT TO WRITE THE PORN PART BUT I FEEL LIKE IVE GONE LONG ENOUGH ABIUT THIS UGHHHHHH bcs can you imagine poor regular Human Sebastian trying to keep up with two ravenous super soldiers who are nearly twice his size!!? Overstimulation and marathon sex would go crazy!!!!

That's all 😘 hope u have a good day Sir S!!

-🫠🫠

Aw, thank you!! I'm touched 😘

Oh yeah, I always forget about that. Timeline shenanigans are fun, aren't they?

Oh. Oh. But that's devastating. Can you imagine how wrecked fresh-from-the-ice Steve would be? Seeing his lover's face on another man? It would be like being jostled from his sleep by an explosion on TV--his heart races the same. Shit.

The stalking that would go down. Holy fuck. Yeah. Stalking and pining. I can only imagine the hours Steve would spent staring at his laptop screen, longing to reach out and touch his face. He looks so, so similar!

OH I FEEL THE ANGST. But I wasn't thinking about it like that! Oh my fucking god, Sebastian falling for Steve--who wouldn't?--but knowing the whole time that it's not him that Steve wants. Oof. And while Steve's heart is big, maybe he could learn to love Sebastian for Sebastian... that's not going to happen when he's so locked up with grief. He can't move on from Bucky by being with someone who is his twin. All he can do is yearn for Sebastian, who looks so much like Bucky that he can't resist, but doesn't act like him. He isn't Bucky. It hurts. But it's all he has.

Oh my GOD, there's something darkly comedic about Steve becoming a stalker because while my immediate inclination is a stalker in the traditional dangerous, threatening way and not an unwanted, too-intensely-earnest infatuation. Huh. That would be so interesting! And how would Sebastian react to that because Steve is very handsome and sweet but... boundaries. Jesus Christ. They need to establish boundaries.

Oof. A stalking triangle? A love triangle? We're getting wild, lmao. The identity crisis would fucking TAKE BUCKY OUT. Yeah. What the fuck. Who is he? Who is this man? Has Steve entirely replaced him with this lookalike? Does Steve not want him? Does he not need him? Who is that, and what's happening? I feel like it would probably make Bucky crazy jealous, right? He's unsteady at that time, and so I feel more than stalking he would turn to threatening poor Sebastian.

And maybe it all ends up with Steve explaining himself, standing between them, physically buffering them with his arms spread and his hands up. Then, well... why turn down an opportunity like this? Steve has forced his way into their lives (back into Bucky's life), so, he deserves what he gets--two lookalikes, two loves of his life, taking it out on him. Using him. 😏

This would go hard as a long form fic!! You're so fucking right 💥 💳💥💳

And thank you so, so much for sharing!! I enjoyed reading and thinking about this!

[captainshorter]

Kinnporsche hogwarts houses

Will i be sorting Kinnporsche characters in Hogwarts houses? Yes i’ll try. 

Note; Im not in any way a sorting hat so you may disagree, i’m just doing this for fun after all, also i’m not here to offend anyone. If y’all wanna share your own thoughts feel free too, but keep it respectful please

Starting of strong with Porsche: Gryffindor. Okay I know it’s a bit cliche to sort the main character in Gryffindor but it’s the most fitting for him. Bravery and nerve comes with Gryffindor and Porsche got nerve. It’s also said that because of these traits Gryffindor’s tend to be a bit reckless and well Porsche is a bit reckless isn’t he?

Kinn: he’s a hard character to sort but i decided on Ravenclaw. He’s smart, has good intellect. It’s said Kinn is very understanding and those in Ravenclaw are that. Ravenclaws tend to want to prove themselves and that’s what Kinn wants. I don’t have any further arguments for sorting him in Ravenclaw ,just bear with me

Tankhun: tankhun was nearly equally as hard to sort- if not harder- than Kinn. Tankhun because of his very eccentric behaviour and slight childish manner would fast be sorted in Hufflepuff. But i don’t think i agree with that. Gryffindor wouldn’t be fitting, and slytherin is just entirely wrong. So im deciding on Ravenclaw once more. Because despite him being kind of crazy, he has a pretty logical brain. Unlike Kinn and Porsche, Tankhun was the first realise Pete had been kidnapped. He’s somewhat cunning too, which is more of a slytherin trade but can also be fitting for ravenclaws. He doesn’t have the urge to prove himself like Kinn has but he has the curiousity to know more about the world which also fits a ravenclaw.

Kim; Slytherin. I didn’t really have to think much about this but he has all the traits. He’s cunning, ambitious and a natural born-leader. He’s not the heir of the Main family but it’s clear that he could be the best fit of the three brothers, if he wasn’t so self-preserved (also a slytherin trade). Kim tends to think before he acts. But despite these things he does care for people, even acting rashly for them. People tend to underestimate the loyalty Slytherins have and Kim is a perfect example, he’s fiercely protective of his own sellected group, which includes Porchay and Tankhun. Kim is self-assured and confident of his own competence, two other traits slytherin are often known for.

Arm: Ravenclaw. We don’t see him much so it’s hard to be able to make a accurate assumption but he seems like the stereotype smart guy right? Very competent with computers and witty. But also observant, he’s the first to point out that Porsche might like Kinn (though i have my suspicion Pete knew already too, not important) that says he pays attention at the world around him right?hat’s a ravenclaw trait. He also shows that he’s compassionate and understanding, him being Tankhun’s bodyguard,after all not everyone would be able to do that. 

Pol: Hufflepuff. Starting this off with saying he has IMMENSE Hufflepuff vibes. He seems loyal, kind, hard-working and patient. Traits that come in handy when you work with someone like Tankhun. That’s all i have to say about Pol because i haven’t really read myself into his character, sorry.

Finishing the first part with Porchay; Hufflepuff. I think this one as quite obvious. He’s kind, dedicated and extremely loyal. Hardworking too, you see that in the show by him working his butt off on those music-lesson with Kim. You see him being loyal towards Porsche and Kim. Something abiut Hufflepuff’s that comes back in Porchay is a strong moral-code and a sense of right and wrong. You notice that with the way Porchay reacts when he finds out Porsche is a bodyguard for the mafia, that is also because of personal experience but partly because it’s morally just wrong.

Part 2

[7-wonders]

Hey so i gotta plant this seed: Xavier actually lives and Y/N dies. Kinda like a trevor situation whwre he dosnt one abiut ghosts but comes back years later and is like "oh shit my girlfriend is still here". Fluffy, sad you decide. Just gotta give lots of love for a character I thought we'd see a lot more of x

Quick warning for mentions of suicide, as well as somebody dying and blood (y’know, the usual).

He has to do this.

Everybody, from his family to his friends (these people aren’t actually your friends, a voice in Xavier’s head reminds himself, your real friends are all dead), reminds him that this is not something he has to do. Xavier wants to argue with them, telling them about the “healing power of revisiting the site of trauma,” or whatever other accurate bullshit his shrink says, but he chooses instead to say that he wants to do this. And he does.

Xavier wants to do this, he needs to do it, but he’s fucking terrified nonetheless.

The closer that he gets to Camp Redwood, the more Xavier’s hands shake on the steering wheel. It’s two years to the day since the second massacre on those grounds, yet he still misses his trusty Vanta-C, which had been trashed that fateful night upon a failed escape attempt that was thwarted by one of the three serial killers roaming the grounds. He starts to think that he should have taken up one of the numerous offers to join him on his journey, but there’s no going back now.

He has to do this.

Refusing to acknowledge what had happened two years ago had done Xavier no good. He was irreversibly altered from what he had seen and experienced that summer evening, and ignoring what he had gone through only made the nightmares and flashbacks worse. Attending Brooke’s trial had been the first step towards healing, he had realized as he walked out of the courthouse feeling like a small weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He knew what needed to be done in order to achieve true closure, and so, Xavier Plympton vowed that he would return on the anniversary of the day that he was nearly murdered.

The day that you were murdered.

Xavier drums his fingers against the dashboard, staring at the carved ‘Camp Redwood’ sign that hangs above the entrance to the camp. His chest tightens with panic, and he nearly puts the car into reverse before reminding himself that he’s safe. Ramirez and Brooke were on Death Row, and Mr. Jingles was dead. There was nothing to harm him except for his own memories. 

Two years. 730 days. 17,520 hours. He’s kept track of the hours and days, although he hasn’t wanted to. No matter how the time is counted, Xavier steps into Camp Redwood for the first time in 729 days, 14 hours, 54 minutes, and 12 seconds.

The eerie quiet of the campground reminds Xavier of a cemetery, before he comes to the sobering realization that it basically is a cemetery. Although the bodies of his friends (of his love) may not be buried here, their last moments were spent here. The fear that they felt must linger on some level. Xavier’s not sure what he believes in, but emotions that powerful must leave a mark on physical places.

Xavier’s heart jumps into his throat when he sees certain landmarks that stand out in his short residence at the summer camp. The campfire, long-since put out, where he entranced his fellow counselors with the ghost tale of Mr. Jingles, all of them blissfully unaware that he truly was lurking in the nearby woods. The boys’ cabin, where he had shared a joint with you while listening to Chet complain about the Olympic games. The pit where Chet had been impaled. The clearing near the lake where Xavier held you as you took your last breaths.

The air forcibly leaves his lungs upon seeing the place you were last alive, the force of his emotion forcing him to his knees in the dirt. His mind begins to show him your final moments, and he squeezes his eyes shut while muttering that it was just a memory in the hopes that he wouldn’t fall into a flashback. The pull is too strong, and soon, he feels the chill of that night once more.

Xavier jumps out from the tree that he and Chet are hidden behind, Trevor staring triumphantly into the spiked pit where he had just pushed Mr. Jingles to his death.

“Holy shit dude, that was awesome!” Xavier exclaims, slapping Trevor’s outstretched hand. Trevor’s grin begins to slip, but before Xavier can question him, an ear-piercing scream sends his heart plunging into his stomach.

“(Y/N)!” He’s running as fast as his weary legs allow, following the heart-wrenching sound of your terror as he dodges tree branches and jumps over roots. He shouldn’t have left your side in the first place, but you had encouraged him to go when you heard Chet calling for help, assuring him with a smile that you would stay put and hidden. He had left you there, by the shores of the supposedly bottomless lake, and now he could only hope that you weren’t in danger.

When he reaches the clearing where he had last seen you, Xavier’s shoulders sag in relief. There’s no serial killers around, and he’s hopeful that you managed to scare them off and are still hiding. Those hopes are dashed when he hears a weak cough and sees you slumped against a tree.

“(Y/N).” Xavier can’t feel his legs as he falls beside you, your half-lidded eyes struggling to stay focused as you look at him. “No, no, no!” Blood shines on your hand in the moonlight, and he gingerly lifts your arm away from your abdomen to reveal a deep stab wound.

“Xav,” you rasp, bloody hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, “you came back.”

“Shh,” he soothes, ripping off his jacket and placing pressure on your wound. “You don’t need to talk, babe. Save your energy, okay? I’m going to get you out of here.”

Your glassy eyes stare widely at him. “It’s too late.”

“No, what are you talking about? I’m here, it’s not too late.” When you cough again, blood dribbling past your lips, Xavier realizes that you’re right.

“I’m cold,” you whimper, tears streaking down your face, “and I’m scared. I--I don’t want to die.”

He wants to reassure you that you’re not going to die, but he can already see the light in your eyes dimming. The only thing he can do now is comfort you, so he gathers you in his arms as if he’s going to carry you and holds you to him. “Here sweetheart, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“You need to get out of here, okay? Tell everyone what happened here tonight.”

“I will.” Your eyelashes flutter as water hits them, Xavier realizing that he’s crying.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t have more time, I--” more coughing cuts you off, a gurgling sound emanating from your chest.

“I know.” His eyes flicker up, and he laughs softly. “Look at the stars, (Y/N). Remember how you always complained about not being able to see the stars in the city, and that you would show me the constellations when we got here?”

You nod as your breathing becomes more shallow, yet you somehow manage to clutch Xavier closer to you.

“I did research on constellations, because I love you and I wanted to impress you.” He points up at a cluster of stars. “That one’s Orion. I only know that because you told me about his belt--”

You shudder against him, and Xavier looks down in horror as you take one last breath before the light fully leaves your eyes. The hand that was touching his cheek falls, landing in your lap. “(Y/N),” Xavier says hoarsely, shaking your body. “(Y/N)!”

“It’s not fair,” Xavier mutters, remembering your death in vivid detail. You were supposed to have so much time together. You’re the first relationship that’s ever made him consider settling down, and he was going to give it all up, the drugs and the partying and the casual sex, for you. Now, he has nothing. “It’s not fair!” Xavier yells up at the sky, pounding his fists against the ground.

“Stop, Xav. You’re going to hurt yourself.” The crooning of a soft voice that he hasn’t heard for two years stops him cold.

“You’re not real, this is just a figment of my imagination.”

A hand, warm and real, gently lifts his chin up, until Xavier’s staring into your eyes that are once again full of life. “That would probably be better than what this really is.”

“(Y/N),” he gasps, looking you over as if you’re going to disappear in front of him. Really, you don’t blame him. You look exactly the same as you did that horrible night, minus the stab wound and the blood. 

You laugh in delight as Xavier lunges forward, standing up with you wrapped tightly in his arms while he spins you around. After a year of wandering aimlessly and another year of deep, unending anger, this is a welcome change. 

“I’ve missed you,” Xavier cries into your hair, hands roaming up and down your body to confirm that you’re real. 

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Although he looks a little different, more worn-down, he still smells the exact same. Irish Spring Soap, cinnamon gum, and a hint of marijuana. 

Xavier pulls away to look at you once more, still keeping a tight grip on you. “How are you--I saw you die! How are you alive?”

“Baby,” you smile sadly, “I’m not.”

“But you’re here.”

“We’re ghosts. Everybody who died here is trapped here. I don’t know why, or how, but we’re still here.”

“If you’re a ghost, why didn’t you come find me?”

You start crying now, and Xavier holds you to his chest once more. “I tried, Xav, I promise. I spent a month trying to figure a way out of this fucking place, but we can’t leave. We’re physically tied to these grounds.”

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you.” As Xavier sits there, finally feeling complete once more, he realizes what must be done. He hasn’t felt this happy for two years, and he’ll never feel whole if he’s missing half of his heart. 

He has to do this.

“I want to stay here, with you,” Xavier says.

“You can’t. I won’t let you stay, this place has a way of affecting the living.” Xavier remains silent, instead pulling a knife out of his backpack to show you what he means. “Xavier, no!”

“(Y/N), I can’t live without you. These past two years have left me a shell of a man. I finally have you back, and I won’t be able to go on if I know you’re here.”

“I won’t let you k--” you cut yourself off with a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth. “I won’t let you do this to yourself.”

“Don’t you want to be together?”

“Of course I do! But you have a life to live.”

Xavier shakes his head. “Life’s not worth living if you’re not in it.”

Closing your eyes, you remain silent for a minute before finally nodding. “I can’t stop you from what you want to do. If this is what you want...”

“I have to do this.” Your eyes glisten with tears, and you kiss his forehead. “Does...does dying hurt?”

“Only for a moment. Then, you’re just cold. There’s nothing, and suddenly, there’s something. It’s like falling to sleep.”

He nods, turning the knife around so the blade is facing his abdomen. As he looks down, he realizes that his hands have stopped shaking for the first time since the massacre. 

“I’ll see you on the other side, (Y/N).” Xavier’s lips meet yours as he pushes the knife into his stomach, ending his life while simultaneously starting an eternity together with you.

[autisticteru]

I would love to hear your explanations for your mp100 enneagram sorting. Especially mob+reigen+ritsu(teru as a 3 is kinda self-explanatory :p) Thanks!!

no problem anon! okay

mob - 9

mob is a nine. in my opinion, this is almost as self-explanatory as teru being a three, because mob is a stereotypical nine. but i can explain this one. nines are the peacemakers and mediators of the enneagram. they are, in my opinion, the type that feels emotions the most violently, which is why they have trouble expressing their emotions at all. this is textbook mob, who’s emotions take the form of explosions. 

nines are known to be very passive and to lack a real sense of ego. theyre like jellyfish. simply going about their days as nobody special. at the same time theyre maybe the wisest of all the types. this is because they tend to be unbiased toward the world. this is a part of mob that people mostly forget about because he doesn’t show it often, but he is very capable of understanding people. much better than most on the show. with many antagonists he’s gone up against, he managed to understand why most of them turned out that way.

in order for nines to truly express their emotions in a healthy way, they must stop fearing them. mob has to do this in chapter 100, where he finally learns to accept ???% as a part of himself, as well as his powers. he learns to express emotion without exploding. a hard thing for nines to do, seeing that they are, in my opinion, the most emotional of all the types.

reigen - 7

reigen is someone i typed through sort of process of elimination. he’s not rigid like a one, he’s not doting like a two, he’s not overly image-based like a three, he’s not melancholy like a four, he’s not honest like a five, he’s not high strung like a six, he;s not overbearing like an eight, and he’s not passive like a nine. 

but seven really fits reigen. sevens are usually impulsive. they don’t think ahead quite often and live in the moment. they often don’t think abiut how their actions may affect other people, and are very much self-centered. reigen is all of these things.

one thing that sevens are good at is thinking in the moment and thinking on their feet. they know how to charm and don’t need to usually plan ahead in order to do so. this also makes them good liars. but unlike threes, who lie based on their image, sevens lie impulsively simply so they don’t have to deal with the things they don’t like, whether it be about themselves or about the world. it’s not often that they will do much deep thinking or introspection about themselves.

ritsu - 4

i’ve seen people type ritsu as a five, but in my experience fives are not nearly as likely to get as caught up in a jealousy complex as fours are (tho ritsu DEF has a five wing let’s not lie. because if he had a three wing, he would be isaac from paranatural) 

fours are.....difficult. to say the least. they like to get caught up in a cycle of negativity. one that has no exits and only spirals downwards. theyre melancholy and obsessed with being “true to themselves” whatever that means. however in being true to themselves, they actually block out the truth of the world. they get so caught up in their emotions, that they don’t care about how their actions affect others, and they stop caring about the objective truth. all that matters to them is the emotional one.

ritsu does not seem to care much about how others perceive him and cares more about how he sees himself. because of trauma, he can only perceive himself through the lense of psychic powers. however when his life and his brother’s life are in danger, that’s his wake up call. thats his escape from this cycle of negativity that he spiraled himself into.

fours are always confronting their trauma in a sense, but not in a way that is healthy or productive. fours like to wallow in it a bit. they are the type that gets addicted to their own suffering. when ritsu goes 100%, that’s him confronting his trauma in a healthy and productive way. rather than wallow in it, he looks at it objectively, without getting lost in his own emotions.

and thats those three!! tell me if you want any more explanations!!

[dkarchives-blog]

Another Argument over Alex | Mackaaron

Mack stepped into the large mansion, Aaron's parents mansion, that was, closing the door behind her. It felt good to be back in New York, but Mack had been left with an uneasy feeling in her stomach after running into Alex that night. She assumed Charlotte was just excited about Mack being back, completely forgetting where she stood with Alex. And of course, Mack only wanted to make Char happy, so she tried her hardest not to act strange. It would only make things worse, really. But she didn't like it, not one bit. Because she felt as though she were betraying Aaron. She had every intention of telling him every detail, though. She was just happy to be back in a place that had been home for her for most of her senior year. It was nice not to be in a hotel or tour bus after the last month on tour. Mack pet Minnie gently as she ran up to her, then looking around. "Baby? I'm home!" Mack called out, taking off her shoes slowly since she wasn't sure where her husband was.

Aaron had stayed at home that day. He knew that Mack loved Charlotte so much, she would be looking forward to seeing her once they stopped in NYC, but he had decided to stay back that day. Letting them have a good day of just them being girls, and because, truthfully, he didn't want to have much contact with Charlotte or her boyfriend. Even if she was Mack's best friend, whenever he coukd avoid her, he did just that. So he had stayed, went to a gym, hung out with a couple of friends for a while and then get back home. He was on Twitter when he saw the pictures. Because, of course, now Mack was followed by paps at all times. And there he was. God, Aaron was not possessive by any means. But Mack knew how he felt about Alex. And he was honestly tired of him. Absolutely tired of the fact that he couldn't just disappear. So he had been sitting at the bar, a soccer game playing on TV when he heard Mack calling oit for him. "Bar!" He called out, not even moving from his seat as he took a sip of his soda and his eyes staying on the TV.

Mack's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Aaron's response, surprised that her husband didn't come to greet her since they hadn't really seen reach other much that day. She pulled her hair down and let it fall down her shoulders, running a hand through it as she made her way over to the bar. A small smile came across her lips as she saw Aaron's eyes fixated on a soccer game and she walked over to him. "Boy, am I happy to see you." Mack breathed out, moving behind Aaron and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck from behind to hug him, leaning up on her tip toes to do so.

Aaron set his glass down and focused on the game, tensing up a little when he felt Mack's arms around his neck. He swallowed hard at her words, entirely too annoyed by the fact that now he was in a bad mood. And that she was acting completely normal because she had no idea he knew what she had been doing that night. "You didn't have a good time with Charlotte?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, his eyes still locked on the tv as he tried to forget all of this, clearly not wanting to get into another argument that night.

Mack knew Aaron like the back of her hand, so she definitely noticed when he tensed up under her touch. She pulled back and moved to sit next to him, taking him completely. Her eyes scanned over what she could see of his face and she shook her head a little at his question. "Oh, no. I had a wonderful time with her." Mack replied easily, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She opened her mouth to elaborate on why she was feeling the way she did, but furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and decided to ask what was up. "Are you okay?" She asked gently. He hadn't even looked at her yet.

Aaron took another sip of soda as she spoke up, finishing it up and then nodded because of course she had. He had seen it. And it took all of his willpower not to snap at her. Because regardless, he respected Mack more than he respected anyone else in the world. So he finally looked at her and stared for a moment. "Does it matter?" He asked after she questioned him about his wellbeing, shaking his head and moving to stand up. "I saw pictures of you out tonight. I know you had a good time."

Mack was definitely taken back by Aaron's response and a frown came across her features. She looked hurt, more than anything else. She blinked a few times, looking up at him. "Of course it matters." Mack replied slowly, watching as he stood up. Something was wrong. "Oh, god. Are you referring to those pictures with...Alex? It was nothing, Aaron.." Mack breathed out gently. Surely he would trust her on that. Right?

Aaron swallowed down the reply that he had for her because it sure as hell didn't feel like it. Not at all. He had cut off Bella. He had cut off several friends just so he wouldn't interact with her but somehow Alex always ended up on their way. "Right. It is never nothing when he is involved. You know that. You know him." He mumbled slowly, frowning at her.

Mack swallowed hard at his words, shaking her head a little as she stared at him. "Can you...Can you please just come sit back down and we'll talk?" Mack asked gently, really hating the distance that was between them right now.

Aaron just stared at her for a moment, his eyes showing how hurt he was and then finally decided to just sit down. That way at least he didn't have to look at her. So he moved and sat down, not as close as he usually would and looking ahead. "What do you want to talk about? If it's about that...asshole, I am not interested. I'm honestly tired of that conversation..." He murmured frustratedly, leaning his elbows on his knees.

"Aaron, please.." Mack almost whispered, hating every second of this. She watched as he sat down once again, now going back to not even looking at her. It made her eyes water up, honestly. It hurt more than anything. Her own husband wouldn't even look at her. "Charlotte just...didn't want to go back to see him alone and brought me with her. We posed for a few pictures and...that's it." Mack explained slowly.

Aaron turned to look at her after she finished, shaking his head. "And you had no say in that? Because, of course, Charlotte doesn't fucking care about your relationship with me at all." He retorted slowly, blinking several times and swallowing hard as he said so. "I hope you don't think this is me being jealous. Because I'm not. This isn't about that. You know how I feel about him...I have been worried sick since I saw those damn pictures, Mack. Like, am I just crazy? Am I in the wrong for thinking that none of us should be fucking hanging around him? Do you think I'm wrong about this and that's why you still see him and hang out with him? I'm just trying to understand..." He said almost desperately.

There it was again. The overwhelming feeling that Mack got sometimes. She often felt like nothing she did was right. No matter how good a person she tried to be, she just couldn't get it right. "Don't say that." Mack replied gently, shaking her head a little. "I was just trying to be a good friend," Mack nearly whispered. She shook her head a little at his next words. He was supposed to trust her in that she was telling truth. "I didn't hang out with him," Mack replied, eyes on his face even if he wasn't looking at her.

"Don't say what? That she doesn't care? Because it's true. She could care less about us arguing because of course she would make you go see her boyfriend with her. Knowing damn well that you aren't comfortable with that." Aaron said as he finally looked back at her, far too tired to even have any fight left in him. He aas honestly just tired and he knew that because of Charlotte, he would be stuck with all of this. "Whats the damn difference, Mack? You went to /his/ fight. You took pictures with him. It's the same damn thing." He murmured, sniffling a little and shaking his head. "Just forget I said anything. I understand now this is always going to happen. So...whatever, okay?"

Mack took a deep breath, shaking her head a little as she blinked several times. "It...Its not true. She just wanted to support her boyfriend, I can't blame her for that." Mack replied honestly, shaking her head a little as she did so. Mack swallowed hard, really not wanting to cry because of all of this. "No, it's not. In what world is that the same thing?" Mack breathed out. They hadn't even spoken, why couldn't he understand that. "It's not always going to happen. Why don't you trust me?"

Aaron just stared at her as she spoke, not having it in him to bother with a reply by now. It wasn't worth it. "I trust you. Don't fucking try to turn this into a trust issue. I trust you with my damn life. I trust you with absolutely anything. I do not trust /him/." He muttered under his breath, sounding exhausted by this point. "Like I already said. I'm done with this. I don't talk about him, I don't want to even think about him. Do whatever you want to do."

Mack didn't get it. The lack of trust Aaron had for Alex should be made up for the trust he had in Mack. She had learned her lesson. She didn't want to be around him either. And maybe she would have to end her friendship with Charlotte in order to save her marriage. And it pained her to think so. She had been her best friend for years now. Mack swallowed hard, dropping her head and shaking it a little as she fumbled with her fingers. She didn't know what to say, nor did she have anything to say to Aaron right now.

Aaron just let out a sigh after Mack's silence and moved to shift in his seat until he could face her completely. "What is it, Mack? What do you want from me? I have been honest about this. Even tonight...I stayed up, I waited here. Like, what do you want me to do about this? Do you want me to forgive him? To change ny mind abiut this? Becauae I don't get it." He mumbled quickly, his eyes not moving from her face.

Mack looked towards the opposite side of Aaron although he turned and faced her, knowing that if she looked at him she would cry. "I don't want you to forgive him!" Mack replied frustratedly, beyond so, as the tears finally escaped her eyes. "Because I haven't forgiven him. What I want is for you to trust me. To trust me when I say that nothing happened tonight. That I didn't even speak a word to him. Trust that I know what I'm doing." Mack replied, finally looking over at her husband. "I know you don't trust him, Aaron. God, I know. But the trust you have for me should be superior to that." Mack told him quickly, her voice breaking by the end of it all as she moved to stand. She just wanted to get to bed and cry, honestly. The night had been an emotional rollercoaster.

Aaron was definitely taken aback by her reply and that much was clear on his face as he could only manage to stare at her even after she moved to stand. He blinked several times and moved to stand as well, not ready to let her go anywhere yet. He had wanted to leave the room and she has asked him to stay, he would do the same. "Don't go..." He managed to say quickly, trying to come up with a good way to explain all of this. "I trust you....Mack, I do so completely. I just-what do you want me to do, huh? I know that you are right. But it's Alex we are talking abiut. I never know what tonexpect of him. Don't...i get on edge when you are around him. Because I am fucking here and can't do anything to protect you. Hell, he kicked my ass last time...I don't doubt you. Not for even a second. God...tmyou thinking that I'm not trusting you completely is insane. You are the only person in the world that I trust in. For real." He said quickly, trying to explain himself as much as he could. "W-what if one day he goes back to that guy during Senior year...what if he hurts you again? And I'm not even there. And I don't even know. I just-I don't eant you in danger. Ever. And when you see him, when you're in the same room as him...I always think you are in danger. And I'm sorry. Jesus, okay...I'll try not to worry. I will...i don't know. I wa sjust trying to take care of you...." He said a she shook his head, moving to sit down, honestky giving up by now.

Mack let the tears fall freely down her cheeks as she listened intently to Aaron, deciding to remain quiet and focus on his words. She looked up at him. She understood where he was coming to. She really did. This was all because of her friendship with Charlotte. It had to come to an end. It was causing too many problems. Far too many arguments. Mack cried even more at this realization, shaking her head as she dropped her head, slowly wrapping her arms around herself. "If this is how you feel...then I need to cut my ties with Charlotte." Mack whispered, shaking her head a little. "It's the only permanent solution.l

Aaron looked at her as she decided to stay up, letting out a shaky breath and not insisting because it was clear she probabky didn't really want to be around him at the moment. "Mack..." He said slowly, regret filling his voice when he realized how big of a deal he had turned this into. Aaron tended to blow things out of proportion and he knew how kucb it efected Mack, he hated himself a lot when it happened. "We'll be fine. You don't have to do that to yourself."