#I thought it would be a bit till we saw them but nope it’s right now

[coconut530]

ohhhhhh Trigun Ep. 3 huuuuuurrrrttttttttttttttttttttttttttt 😭😭😭

[featheredclover]

Presenting September Rain !

Inspired by the moodboard created by @arshifiesta

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Prologue

Chapter One>>

Tiny sniffles filled the car as the Guptas drove in the valleys of Uttarakhand.

“Khushi “ Garima began gently,” It’s going to be okay! Nani had her schooling here, and so did I . Payal is here with you too”

From the corner of her eyes, she saw her sister roll her eyes. 

“She’s just being dramatic, mom. I didn’t shed a tear when I was 11”

“That’s because you were happy to get away from me!” Khushi screeched.

“Khushi “ Shashi admonished.

“You’ll be fine beta. They will all be your age. All in the same boat. And oh! The memories you’ll make!”

She blew her nose noisily in her pristine white handkerchief, and grumpily looked out of the window.

The imposing building came into view.

Woodsmith School

The bane of her existence. Her family’s tradition. How will she ever survive?

—————

She looked around at the other children.

I am wearing the same thing, yet they look so smart, she whined in her head.

“Cheer up cry baby, this is not the end of the world” Payal said with a sharp nudge.

“In fact, this is the beginning!”

Khushi looked up to see a tall bespectacled boy walking towards them.

“Oh hi Akash!” 

She narrowed her eyes at her sister’s sudden change of voice.

“Hi Payal. God, I missed you!” 

Khushi gasped as the boy kissed her sister’s cheek.

Payal stiffened as she became conscious of Khushi.

“Well Akash , meet my baby sister Khushi. She is beginning today,”

“Hello,” she said in a small voice.

Akash bent down to meet her eye, his eyes crinkling with kindness.

“Hi Khushi! Welcome to woodsmith! You’ll have a great time here, even though now it will seem a bit daunting.”

Khushi nodded.

“Here, my brother is in your year too. Arnav, say hi !” 

Khushi looked up at the young boy she hadn’t noticed till now.

Caramel chocolate, she thought as his eyes met hers.

He looked so much at ease, Khushi couldn’t imagine it being his first day too.

“Hi, Khushi “

“Hi” she swallowed nervously.

“Khushi” Payal said impatiently, “We need to go right now, Akash is the school captain! I’ll see you at recess okay?”

“Don’t be a cry baby” she hurriedly whispered into her ear.

Khushi looked on as her sister sauntered off with her boyfriend.

“I don’t think you are a cry baby”

She looked back at Arnav, who seemed so much wiser than her, she almost felt jealous.

“You don’t?” She asked, her eyes wide, seeking reassurance.

“Nope! Now, come on, let's go. They have a morning assembly every day.”

He said, his hands resting in his pockets.

Khushi hurried behind him, suddenly the thought of boarding school was not so scary anymore.

———

She sidled up beside Arnav, as scary adults lined them up. Their cruel eyes scrutinised them from head to toe. Their hands looked rough, probably from the beatings they gave to children like her.

This is nothing like Hogwarts, she thought.

“Silence” 

Akash’s booming voice echoed across the hall. He looked far from the kind person she had met a few minutes ago. She watched as he stepped away from the mic, and a stout woman took his place.

“Good morning, young boys and girls. I am pleased to welcome the sixth class students to Woodsmith school. Established in 1915, it is an institution renowned across India for its discipline and excellence in all fields. You all will be divided into four houses. And those houses will be there with you till you leave this school. But the friends you make and the lessons you learn will last you life long! I welcome back all other senior students for another year of learning.”

Khushi crossed her fingers discreetly, wishing to be in the same house as Arnav.

Waiting patiently, she heard the names being called out with their houses.

“Khushi Gupta….Green house!”

She sighed. After all, Payal di was in yellow.

She looked at Arnav to see his eyes set on the stage, listening intently.

“Arnav Raizada….Red house!”

All her hopes came crashing down. The one person she could be friends with, would be away from her forever, she thought stewing in her own misery.

She startled as she felt a rough crumble of paper being stuffed in her hand.

“What?” She whispered into Arnav’s ears.

“Read it after the assembly “ he said sternly, before flinging his bag over his shoulder and heading towards the red house master.

Heart thumping, she looked around for her own house master.

She walked towards an older girl, waving a green flag, her hands still clutching the note.

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Meet me at the secret stairs

Scrawled with pencil below this command were directions leading to the said staircase. 

Khushi knew she should head towards her dorm room, but she just couldn’t let a friend down.

Arnav was her friend wasn’t he?

Stumbling and fumbling across hallways and grounds, she finally found the rustic dome Arnav had scribbled in his map.

She walked inside, noticing the brick walls and brick staircase.

“Boo!”

“Aah!” 

“Shush Khushi! It’s me!” Arnav chuckled.

“You gave me a heart attack!” She slapped his arm.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Eleven year olds don’t get heart attacks silly!”

“Whatever” she muttered.

“Now come", he grabbed her hand leading her up the stairs.

There was his bag, beside two soda bottles. 

“There was only one flavour” he said sheepishly.

“How do you know of this place?” 

She felt at peace. Far away from the tall teachers and snobby children.

“Well, my parents brought me and my brother here this summer. You know, just to let me check out where I’ll be going. And I just explored the place.”

Then a streak of seriousness entered his eyes.

“No one should get to know about this place Khushi, I am serious. This is sacred. Do you get it?”

She nodded solemnly.

“Promise” She entwined her pinky finger with his, flashing him a toothy grin.

They sipped their strawberry flavoured soda quietly, sharing a few moments of silence before the mayhem takes over.

“We are in different houses,” she said sadly.

“But we are in the same class,” he clinked his bottle with hers.

Khushi didn’t budge.

“I’ll tell you what!” He opened his bag, held out a sharp compass. 

He took his soda bottle cap and with an artist’s precision, began scraping at it.

There on the pink cap, over the bold letters spelling out soda, was the scratch 

A+K

“A memorabilia for our friendship! It will last forever Khushi Gupta !” He winked.

“Okay” she smiled softly.

The brick walls stood still, as a tale of love began.

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Chapter One>>

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 5 Part 1

Welcome back to my liveblog! Gonna keep doing the bigger posts. As always, spoilers ahead so beware!

Don't spoil people, or a ghost will haunt your soup.

Please help. I haven't opened my eyes for 23 years, and now that I finally have, I don't know how to close them.

So... does Thistle actually know what happened, or does he seriously think his dragon decided to turn into a pretty girl?

Yo, imagine if Thistle turned Falin into a dracolich. That would be sick! And much harder to draw regularly.

Indeed senshi. Just be glad she didn't have one of her maces.

The audacity of this witch. That's what I get for being stylish. Guess I'll just use "Rocks fall, everyone dies."

Priorities. But seriously, what makes you think he wants to talk? It's really sad how desperate Marcille is to make her dream a reality.

An important image.

Correct! Just not right now.

Please don't smile so widely as you say that. Also, where the hell did the orcs get a moose antler?

Orc medicine not monitored by the FDA.

Floof!

This seemed like a bit of a continuity error, but we see later that the ghosts are able to warp reality a bit.

I like how you can pinpoint the exact moment she figures him out.

MY CHARACTER SHEET SAYS CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. That means I can't have feels. My dude, you founded a union. That makes you lawful good at minimum.

Oh, hey. When did that start happening? I thought it didn't start till the cleaners chapter.

See? Chilchuck wasn't kidding about his tenaciousness.

Tansu doesn't do much to make himself likeable, but he really isn't a bad guy.

Man, it's hard to get a good handle on the geometry of the forth floor. All the areas look the same, so for a while I thought it was just one big room.

You can tell they're illusions since they aren't phylogenetically consistent. Seriously, why is the king of the Zora a whale when everyone else is based on cartilaginous fish?

As the caster, this is probably exactly what he is seeing. Run.

It's always the same old story. To eat is to live.

Part of respecting Half-foots is respecting their right to nope out in fights.

If you saw how I was behaving back in chapter 28, I think you know what joke I have for this.

I really hope the fact that Chilchuck is a union man is brought up in the anime. I believe it is only referenced in extra material, the succubus monster extra to be specific.

God forbid a guy has hobbies.

I, uh, don't think that's how chanting works.

Tade craves the meshi.

Approaching the limit, so lets continue with chapter 33 in the next post.

[archiveikemen]

Ellis Twilight 1st Birthday Campaign: Story (2023)

His POV

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I still remember how “we” used to celebrate “our” birthday.

One year, while waiting for the real birthday cake Mother was baking at home, we raced each other up a hill in the twilight.

We pretended that the setting sun was our birthday cake, and blew out the “candles” on a count of three.

(That was the best moment, right?)

(— Nah.)

(The day it became “forever” was the happiest day.)

(— Huh?)

I snapped back to reality. I had dozed off while sitting on the couch, likely because I worked till late into the night yesterday.

(It’s been a long time since I last dreamt about those days.)

(... Oh, right. Today is our—)

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Jude and… Kate?

Kate: E-Ellis…!?

Jude: This girl has something for you.

Kate: J-Jude, I told you to keep it a secret from Ellis…!

Jude: Why should I be considerate of your feelings? If you have questions for him, ask the man himself.

Jude left the common room, leaving only Kate behind.

(I wonder if she got tricked by Jude to ask me something in secret.)

Ellis: You were looking for me?

When I tilted my head in question, Kate seemed to have given up and frowned.

She looked like a dejected little puppy. Cute.

Kate: I heard that… it’s your birthday today.

Kate: I wanted to find out from Jude what you liked, so that I can prepare a surprise for you.

Ellis: Why didn’t you ask me directly?

Kate: … Because I knew you would say that you like anything that makes me happy.

Kate: You’re always caring a lot about whether I’m happy, so today… I want you to be happy.

Ellis: You’re very kind, Kate.

To me, loving someone as a person doesn't necessarily require knowing them for a long time or having a very grand reason to.

That’s why making someone happy is as natural to me as breathing.

Ellis: Will it make you happy if I spend the whole day only doing things that make me happy?

Kate: Hmm… I guess so.

Ellis: Then, we’ll search for my happiness together today?

Kate: Huh…?

Ellis: I want to search for my happiness together with you.

Kate: … Will you be okay with that? I mean, spending your birthday with just me.

Ellis: Mm, I’m okay with it. … How about you, Kate?

I wanted to make sure that my choice would benefit her.

(Ah… that’s good. She seems okay with it.)

Seeing the slight blush in Kate’s cheeks and sensing that she was happy, it made me feel relieved.

Roger: Why are you two being all lovey dovey in the middle of the day?

Kate: Lovey dovey…!?

We didn’t notice until now that Roger was leaning against the doorframe of the common room. When our eyes met, he smiled.

Roger: Happy birthday.

Ellis: Thank you, Roger. Did you specially make your way here just to say that?

Roger: Nope? I just happened to be passing by and saw you guys.

Roger: I didn't prepare any presents for you, so I’ll buy you a nice drink next time.

Roger: Did you receive a proper present from Jude?

Ellis: He gave me a blank cheque as usual.

Kate: Does he always do that…?

Roger: Always. Anyway, you’re going out on a birthday date?

Ellis: Yeah, with Kate.

Roger: That guy Victor, he’s so excited about whipping up a feast with the castle chef tonight…

Roger: But if you two don’t come back, I’ll be sure to enjoy your share.

Roger waved and left with a cheeky smile.

Kate: W-We’ll come back of course…!

Ellis: Is that so?

Kate: Huh!?

(... Fufu, she’s so cute.)

Kate: … Please don’t tease me.

Ellis: I’m not teasing you.

Kate: … Let’s make sure we come back to the castle.

I thought Kate liked me a little bit too, as a person.

(If “this” is the kind of relationship that will make her happy.)

(I really wish she doesn’t have to go back.)

Kate: Before we head out, please promise me one thing.

Ellis: Promise you?

Kate: I want you to promise me that you’ll let me know when you dislike something.

Kate: You have the tendency to say that you’re happy even when you’re not, just because you want to make me happy.

Kate: This promise should NOT be broken today.

Seeing her try her very best to make me happy naturally brought a smile to my face.

Ellis: Mm. Got it, I promise you that.

…

Kate: This gelato place was my source of moral support when I was working as a postwoman.

Ellis: The gelato here must be very good, then. Which flavour is your favourite, Kate?

Kate: Lemon! I remember you saying that you like raspberry jam, so…

Kate: You might like this mixed berry flavoured gelato.

We chatted about all sorts of little things while strolling through the city of London.

Ellis: Mm… this is delicious.

Kate: … Happy?

Ellis: Happy. Fufu, it feels different than usual.

Whenever I said that I was “happy”, Kate would stare at me in such a way that she looked like she was trying to see if I was telling the truth. I found that rather amusing.

Kate: Is there anything you want as a birthday present?

Ellis: … I want a taste of your lemon flavoured gelato.

Kate: That’s not really what I meant…

Ellis: Let me think… I don’t have anything in particular that I want, but I do like things that smell nice.

Kate: Things that smell nice?

Ellis: Yeah. Like you.

Kate: … I’m not letting you taste my lemon flavoured gelato if you keep teasing me.

At the same time, she held out her gelato for me to have a taste, and so I licked a little of it.

Kate looked adorable when she was pretending to be angry, because she couldn't conceal her happiness.

In the end, we continued to walk around London. When Big Ben’s arms showed that it was 4 o’clock, Kate told me to stay put and hurried off somewhere.

(Is she going to meet an acquaintance?)

(... Ah, should I be monitoring her in times like this as a member of Crown?)

(Oh well, it’ll be fine.)

I sat on a railing at the riverside while waiting for Kate to return. Just then, a woman came and sat next to me.

Curly Hair Woman: Oh… pardon me, am I bothering you?

Ellis: Nope, you’re not.

Curly Hair Woman: I’m feeling dizzy… can I rest here for a little while?

Ellis: The hospital is nearby, do you need me to guide you to it?

Curly Hair Woman: Are you sure about that?

The woman’s face suddenly lit up upon hearing my casual offer, and she placed her palm on my leg.

(Ah...)

“If you want me to be that happy— give those to me.”

“If you want me to be happy… give them to me. Give me your legs!!”

“... In the end, it turns out that your own wants matter most.”

— I can no longer go anywhere I want. Are you satisfied now?

(...)

Unpleasant memories flashed into my mind, and a feeling of uneasiness rose from the pit of my stomach.

When I tried to swallow it back down…

Kate: Sorry for the wait! … Oh? Who is this?

(Kate…)

Kate looked at me with a concerned look while hiding something behind her back.

Ellis: … She said that she’s feeling dizzy. I was about to guide her to the hospital.

Kate: Are you alright?

Curly Hair Woman: … What the, is she your girlfriend?

Kate: Huh?

Curly Hair Woman: I don’t feel dizzy anymore. See you.

The woman suddenly stood up and walked away.

Kate: … Seems like she was lying to you…

Ellis: It does seem that way. Good thing she’s not feeling dizzy.

Kate: … Looking at you, you don’t look very well.

Kate gently placed her palm to my forehead.

Kate: You’re not running a fever, though…

(I promised to “voice out my dislikes”.)

Ellis: A moment ago, when she touched my leg… I recalled some unpleasant things.

Ellis: I don’t like being touched on my legs.

Kate: … I see.

Without probing any further, Kate simply nodded her head in response and respected my feelings.

Kate: Thank you for telling me.

Ellis: …? Why are you thanking me?

Kate: … You’re always concerned about the feelings of other people, and doing things for them.

Kate: But there's no such thing as a person who doesn't have their own desires.

Kate: You must be sacrificing a lot of your own "wants", right, Ellis?

(My… "wants"?)

The flashback from just now started clawing at the inside of my heart again.

Kate: Therefore, I’m not going to let you have any more unpleasant experiences for the rest of today.

Kate: Thanks to what you've just told me, I know what to avoid letting you go through.

Kate: Happy birthday. This is for you.

Ellis: This is…

She held out the bouquet of pale purple roses she had hidden behind her back.

The gentle breeze brought out its calming and sweet fragrance that suited the sunset.

Ellis: … Smells nice.

Ellis: … Mm, I’m very happy.

(But, therefore… I have to give this to you.)

Ellis: Can you close your eyes for a moment?

Kate: Huh? Okay…

Kate hesitantly covered her eyes with her hands.

Kate: Can I open my eyes now?

Ellis: Just a little longer.

(You said that there’s no such thing as a person without desires.)

(But I feel that I don’t have the need for desires.)

Or else, the “love” I feel inside of me— will turn into something scary.

Ellis: … You can open your eyes now.

Kate: …!

I gave Kate a flower crown made from the roses she had given me earlier. She was puzzled as she alternated her gaze between me and the flower crown.

Kate: This was… a present for you.

Ellis: Yeah. It was mine, and so I wanted to use it to make you happy.

Kate had a troubled smile on her face as she held the flower crown close to her chest.

Kate: … Ellis, you’re… a rather hard to deal with person…

(Ah…)

My heart suddenly felt moved.

The light from the setting sun shone down onto Kate.

The colour of the sky was a beautiful gradient of orange and purple.

That colour was one that could only be seen in that brief moment between day and night.

(How I wish I could stop time right now.)

— That pure and simple desire was mine, and mine only.

Kate: The sun is setting already… time seemed to have flown past in the blink of an eye today.

Kate’s voice brought me back to reality.

Kate: We should return to the castle soon.

I thought that the look in her eyes was saying that she wanted to stay a little longer.

(But— is it just me?)

(l have to make sure… so that I know if I’m just seeing things.)

I took a deep breath and closed the distance between us.

Ellis: … Hey, Kate.

I leaned my body forward against the railing, cornering Kate.

Ellis: I don’t want to go back to the castle. … Can we not?

I pretended to be selfish, because I wanted to know her true feelings.

I had to pretend, in order to suppress the desire that had risen up inside me earlier.

Kate: W-We can’t. Everyone is waiting for us back at the castle.

Ellis: … But you don’t look like you want to go back.

The tips of Kate’s ears turned slightly red… that’s how I knew that what I thought I saw was real.

Ellis: Because of you, I’m very happy today.

Ellis: How about you, Kate? How happy do you feel today?

Ellis: To thank you for today, I want to make you the happiest you’ve ever been.

Kate: Ellis…

Ellis: What would you like? You can go shopping without having to worry about money, or I can take you to meet anyone you want to.

Kate: It’s your birthday today, Ellis… I don't need anything.

Ellis: If there’s anything I can do for you, I’ll do it. Be it kisses, hugs… or more than that.

Kate: Those things will only make you feel the happiest if done with someone you like in a very special way…

(Oh… I see.)

Ellis: Then I’ll just have to make you like me in that special way.

Kate: Huh…?

Ellis: I’ll be sure to do my best.

Kate’s eyes wavered.

Ellis: Some day, I’ll make you feel the happiest you’ve ever felt.

(Not for my sake, but for yours.)

(I’ll make all your wishes come true, so that you’ll be happy.)

Then came twilight, painting our surrounding scenery in the colours of night.

[onlyhereforthestories]

Double the Trouble, but Double the Fun (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Day 2! I really enjoyed writing this one.

December had come by so quickly that you barely had time to register what the month would bring. It had been 6 months since the twins had made their grand entrance into the world and since then your life had been nappies and interrupted sleep.

Mapi had been called back to club football pretty much as soon as the twins got out of the hospital so you had been running fairly solo in this parenting show. Of course Mapi was there for all she could be and the twins still somehow managed to prefer her half the time but you still sometimes wished she could be around more.

Mapi had left for game day early this morning and so you had spent most of your cold December day entertaining 2 growing babies and wrapping presents in the gaps when they napped.

Which is what you were currently doing now. You were broken out of your routine by your phone buzzing next to you on the floor. Picking it up you saw an incoming call from Mapi, which you answered right away.

“Hola hermosa, I thought I’d check on you three. Are you sure it’s not the perfect first game to bring them to?” You and Mapi had had this discussion every night for the last week, she was dying for the girls to come watch a game. We’ll be at a game, they didn’t even watch tv let alone football. But you had told her you were not ready to share them yet and that the weather was too cold.

“Nope I don’t think so. Plus they have just gone down for a nap not that long Agar I wouldn’t want to wake them.” It was only a small twisting of the truth. They were closer to waking up rather than being out down but she didn’t need to know that.

You watched as the slight sadness clouded her feature, she was quick to hide it as always. “You’ll show them in the tv though?”

“Of course I will mi amor. At the very least. They need to see their mama play the game she loves. They will love it.” The smile you received over the phone was all you needed to know you were doing the correct thing.

You said your goodbyes and got off the phone to the blonde before the twins could get up. After a quick check that they were peacefully sleeping you rang to person helping you make this happen.

“Hola. Are we doing it?” Alexia didn’t waste a moment. You knew she was excited to see her little goddaughters.

“We are. They have been napping for the last couple hours so when they wake up I’ll feed them and then get them ready. When are you coming over?” You heard her get up on the other end of the line.

“I’ll be with you in 15.” You barely got to laugh at the woman’s eagerness before the end call tone rang in you ear. Pulling your phone away you chuckled a bit more at your best friends antics.

You and Alexia had fed the twins, eaten yourselves, got a bag full of everything you might need ready and had just headed up stairs to the twins room to get them ready.

“Okay I’ll get Remi ready if you get Wren sorted?” You smiled at her when she nodded her affirmation. “Their snow suits are in the car ready so just put her in under layers and a onesie. Their little Mama Barca shirts are in the little wardrobe.”

After both girls were dressed and ready you took a photo of them in their little shirts, Mapi had been waiting for them to get to wear them since she got gifted them when you told everyone you were expecting twins.

“Right let’s go. We have 25 minutes till kick off.” Grabbing a twin each you made your way to the car. Alexia had decided she needed to sit in the back for the ride just to make sure the twins were comfy. You knew this was actually so she could play with them but you didn’t mention it.

You pulled into the players car park as directed by Alexia who was the one to sort the passes for today. Jumping out the car you grabbed the carriers from the boot handing one to the other woman as you knew you weren’t getting away with carrying both while she was here.

Each twin was placed into their adorable snow suits for warmth and then tucked into the carriers facing forward so they could take in their surroundings.

You made it to your seats at just as the game kicked off.

You were surprised by the twins calmness throughout the game. They were both content to look out at the pitch of play with fingers given to them by whoever they were being held by. They spent most of the games say on your laps or bouncing on wobbly legs but neither of them had so much as whined.

You knew a few of the girls had spotted you, Pina being the main one as she kept looking over and grinning excitedly at you and Alexia. The twins had been around these women a lot and you knew they were going to be as excited to see the team as the team are going to be to see them.

When the final whistle blew you clapped much to the joy of the twins who clapped along with you. One of their recent tricks learnt. The most of the Barca girls started to make their way round the fans except for Pina who dragged Patri with her towards you.

“Yes my favourite little ones. Can we go shock Mapi?” You laughed at the grabby hands Claudia was currently doing towards Remi in your lap. The little girl reaching out back at her.

“Of course. Ale give her up.” You laughed at the disgruntled noise that left her lips and the frown of her brows, but she handed your daughter over to Patri.

You and Alexia followed behind the two younger women who were making funny faces and voicing the girls just right to get the infectious giggles out of them.

Mapi was talking with Lucy and Keira when you got close enough for most of the team to notice the two small additions in their teammates arms.

“Oh they are just adorable. Give me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Bruna, the young girl barely giving Patri the chance to try and object before Wren was out of her arms.

This was also enough to gain the attention of Lucy who you caught eyes with. She poked your wife’s chest and pointed at you over her shoulder.

The moment she turned round her face lit up. You would never tire of the woman’s reaction to seeing you.

“Amor your here!” Your arms snaked their way round her waist when she reached you, as they always did. Hers resting on your shoulders.

“I am. Couldn’t miss you playing anymore.” You grinned at the woman who pulled you closer. You let her connect your lips in a small gentle kiss. Her breathy gracias in between pecks had you swooning.

After a few small pecks you saw the realisation dawn on her face. “Wait where’s my little loves?” As if on cue, one of the twins let out a squeal as she was tickled by Sandra.

Mapi was out of your arms and on Lucy who had managed to get Remi quicker than she had moved all game.

Alexia walked up to you and side hugged you as you watched Mapi grab Wren from Marta. The woman snuffling both girls as much as possible kissing rosy cheeks and tiny fingers that tried to grab her face.

“She’s a great mum.” You turned to look at your best friend, the woman who has made your little family possible when she introduced you to Mapi.

“She’s the best. I wouldn’t want any other person raising those two little girls with me.” With a little nudge Alexia sent you in the direction of said little family.

She watched on as you took a chubby baby from Mapi, pressing a kiss to each babies cheek and then to Mapi’s waiting lips. She watched on as you unzipped the suits and showed the little Barca kits to Mapi who instantly had tears in her eyes. She watched on as you and Mapi stood the twins up, little hands holding fingers so little legs could toddle.

The best part of the night for her was watching you guys forget anyone else was there, the photo of you and Mapi holding tiny hands would be lock screens for many years to come.

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth AU how did Pyrrha's fans react to Jaune beating her and has Jaune gotten offers for a rematch

The Fanbase

Angela: Hey, Jaune! Jaune, Jaune, Jaune!

Jaune: What, what is it, Angela?

Angela: Look! People hate you!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Why are you so happy saying that…?

Angela: No, look!

Jaune: ‘The Hoplites?’ Like the ancient Vacuian soliders? I didn’t know you were into them.

Angela: No that’s just a name we call ourselves.

Jaune: ‘We?’ Context, Angi, give me some context.

Angela: Oh, yeah… Probably should have done that. I was just so excited that my fan club is talking about my older brother I lost my train if thought. Hehe.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Start from the beginning before I leave.

Angela: Right, sorry… So, I’m a huge fan of, Pyrrha Nikos…

Jaune: Nikos? Why are you a fan of hers?

Angela: I saw a recording of your fight with her, and I was just so… captivated by her… The way she moves, the way she dresses, the way she fights, and the way her crimson hair shines… She like a angel on the battlefield.

Jaune: Well, Jeanne’s gonna be upset you see her like that, then again she’s more of a, Arc Angel really.

Angela: That was terrible…

Jaune: It was gonna happen eventually. So, ‘The Hoplites.’ Is that the name of some sort of fan group thingy?

Angela: Yeah, Nikos followers like myself like to call ourselves, The Hoplites! Pretty catchy right!

Jaune: Hmm… I didn’t know she had a fanbase this early… Thought that didn’t happen until her first championship…

Angela: W-What are you talking about?

Jaune: Nothing, nothing of importance… So, what’s the bit about them hating me?

Angela: Oh yeah! So, I was exploring the forms, and there’s a form where they were talking about you!

Jaune: And, what were the talking about?

Angela: They were ragging on you for defeating the, Amazonian.

Jaune: Was that it? Thought it would be worse…

Angela: Oh, there also really angry at you for flirting with her too!

Jaune: I wasn’t flirting with her, Angi.

Angela: Then what’s all that talking before the fighting, and during that break you two take! That was totally flirting!

Jaune: That was simple pre-battle banter; Exchanging a few quips here, and there. I wasn’t flirting with her.

Angela: What?! Bullshit! You were totally flirting with her!

Jaune: No I wasn’t.

Angela: Hell yeah it was!

Jaune: No I wasn’t. I was… probing her, not flirting with her.

Angela: Probing her?!

Jaune: Haa… I best explain; I was testing her. Trying to gage her mood, see if something in her behaviour could be something I could exploit. What I found was that she was quite excited for this fight, her excitement was rather infectious really.

Angela: T-Then what was that line about having a dance! A-And, the pretty lady bits!

Jaune: Statement of fact: She is a pretty lady.

Angela: She’s really pretty…

Jaune: And, it’s often said that a duel is like watching a dance. So…

Angela: So you asked her if she’d like to dance as a challenge to fight?

Jaune: Bingo bango bongo. That’s precisely it.

Angela: So you weren’t flirting with her?

Jaune: Nope. But, since you thought so, I expect people on your form thought I was flirting with her too. Is that why they’re so angry at me?

Angela: Yeah, pretty much…

Jaune: Pff. Whatever; I have more important things to concern myself with than the feelings of others people that I will never meet.

Angela: O-Okay…

Jaune: Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to make some travel plans.

Angela: One more thing before you leave!

Jaune: That being?

Angela: Would you be interested in a rematch with, Pyrrha Nikos?

Jaune: Yes, and no.

Angela: Yes, and no?

Jaune: I wouldn’t mind a rematch, but I would like for her to hone her skills, and work on her semblance some more first. Then I would welcome a fight with her.

Angela: Oh, you’re looking for a challenge eh?

Jaune: Something like that. I just want to make sure she’s strong enough. I don’t want to lose her again…

Angela: Lose; But, you won?

Jaune: That’s not… Nevermind… It doesn’t matter. Till later, Angi.

Angela: O-Okay…?

Angela: …

Angela: ‘Lose her again…’ Hmm… Guess I should add that to the list of weird stuff those twins have said. ‘I’ve done this before, yet it was the first time they ever did it before. Those two are weird… So weird…

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

@forestblunt

Here’s your Fic! Hot and ready! I hope it’s up to your standards, and even more so: that you enjoy it! (It was certainly fun to write!)

Bill Cipher and Yoimiya Fusion in a Genshin Setting

The fire danced on my finger tips. It was lovely. I felt... ecstatic. I watched it travel from finger to finger, burning me ever-so-slightly.

"-MIYA!!" I heard a voice erupt, yanking me from my thoughts.

"Ayaka!" I yelled back, looking to my dearest friend and giggling.

"You were in a trance for so long; I thought I had lost you." She smiled, bumping me slightly.

"Nope! I'm alll good! How's the re-write of the plan going?" I asked, peering over her shoulder, looking down at the paper in front of her.

"Well, I've found out that my brother will be right along this path with his body guards, so if we can get everything set up before he leave..." She explained.

My eyes lit up.

"Then the plan has to work!" I exclaimed.

"Exactly. Do you have all the fireworks prepared?" She asked me, expectantly.

"No, not yet. But, what time is Mr.Kamisato supposed to leave the estate?" I asked her, trying to remember just how many I got done.

"Around 2:30." She answered, reading her paper.

"Perfect! This way, I can still have time to get the big firework done! We don't need anything else!"

"Are you sure?" Ayaka asked, hesitancy in her eyes, "Wouldn't that be a little... too much?"

"No! Not at all! Your brother can withstand anything, right? He'll be just fine!" I laughed.

"Billmiya, come on, just... don't set it too close? He might get burned or something." She continued, still concerned for her brothers safety.

"He will be okay, it's not like he's made of glass!" I told her, "Now let's get this party started!"

We kept working for a couple more hours, till finally, 1:30pm, we were done.

"Boom baby!! Oh- What if it exploded right here, right now...." I said, going to poke the firework.

"What if it... didn't?" Ayaka asked, pushing my hand down slowly.

"Fineeeeeee, we should get going though!" I said, just imagining the fireworks that would erupt.

"Okay, okay!" Ayaka giggled, gathering the smaller fireworks and loading them onto our cart.

As the two of us finished gathering the fireworks and all of the lighting supplies, we were off.

"The kind of destruction that this would cause... it would be catastrophic!" I imagined the fire... the glittering flames and billowing smoke...

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't realize I was cackling like a maniac.

"You're doing it again~” Ayaka said, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Right! Haha..." I looked away.

"Anyway... we're here! My brother should be here any moment, so let's get set up!" Ayaka smiled.

I quickly got all of the bigger fireworks set up behind the designated rocks.

"Hey- don't you think that's a little too close to the path?" Ayaka asked.

"It'll be fine~." I hummed.

"No, really-"

"I don't said it will be fine. You don't think I'd really put your brother in that much of harms way, right?" I asked her.

"I... guess not..."

"Then it's all good!" I beamed.

"Okay... if you say so." Ayaka whispered, finished up her portion of the work.

And so, we soon finished and hid and waited.

Eventually, we saw Mr.Kamisato in a cart and his two body guards, traveling down the path ahead.

I looked over to Ayaka and giggled, then we put our Hilichurl masks.

I almost got too caught up in the thoughts of what exactly the destruction would look like, because the group got really close to the firework site.

"I SAID DO IT NOW!" Ayaka yelled, a bit of fear evident in her voice.

Such a measly little mortal… afraid of a little fire…

I set the fireworks off and we jumped from the bushes we were hiding in.

The display was beautiful, the fire and what-ifs of destruction danced around in my head. I was held captive by my thoughts- and it was lovely.

"HAHAHHAHA!" I laughed, seeing the expressions of Mr.Kamisato and his two bodyguards.

"Did we scare you!?" Ayaka asked expectantly.

Mr.Kamisato sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“You certainly did…” He muttered.

Wonderful…

[relentless-endurance]

Hello, I love to encourage violence, please any of the following Choose Violence ask game questions you feel up to answering: 1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 16, 19, 20, 21, 23, 24, and 25!

'Isn't that basically all of them?' Yes! yes, it is. If there are any I didn't list that you wanted to answer, feel free to answer those too. I love drama, give me the chisme, peel it and feed it to me like squapes.

LIKE SQUAPES. fun fact: i have a squapes keychain on my lanyard. (alongside shoebill, Crow destiny 2 and (redacted) from Pandaemonium)

I will do xiv because. because.

answers them all because i have the day off, why not

the character everyone gets wrong

thats tough bc every character has those ppl that get them utterly wrong; I have particular beef though with the "emet was right and hydaelyn was evil" crowd because it just. it glosses over everything Emet did and acts like what Hydaelyn had to do was the worstest ever amen how dare she, when its like. Both of these characters did what they thought was necessary, but there is a gulf of difference between "I would let billions die to bring my world back" and "I sundered the star to avert a far worse disaster"

because i think people fail to realize. they were just going to keep sacrificing to Zodiark lol. (ALSO THERES ENDWALKER SPOILER STUFF as to why I will die on the hill defending my crystal mom)

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

see last ask! that was a dm a person sent me lmao. at least??? they warned me???

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

this is going to be hilarious coming from me but i'm not much a fan of most zenoswol or emetwol shippers (in spite of enjoying the former) because the discourse surrounding it all is fucking. INSANE. and there are just ways they mischaracterize both characters that drive me fucking BONKERS. So I stay in my brainworm corner with select people and I keep emet selch as a bitter ex because its honestly a lot funnier

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Amon/Fandaniel. Specifically the clown wearing Asahi's skinsuit and the guy from crystal tower. there is just. a vibe. about it. that i do not fucking like how the fans engage with it. i can't explain it concretely it just fucking bothers me.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

sorrows of werlyt is not gaius' redemption it is him suffering consequences of his actions. if its anything close to redemption atonement is probably a better word for it and also the wol still fuckin hates his guts you can see the faces in the cutscenes. he calls u a fried when at best ur coworkers for that.

also i'm a stormblood enjoyer till i fuckin die. this is not a discussion i had fun thats it that the message

9. worst part of canon

the fact that ARR didn't lean more into the fact that you were the WoL from 1.0, ARR's writing in general.

also in general there is more bits in the msq where i wish we could uh. bite back a little harder instead of just being a silent protagonist.

10. worst part of fanon

oh god. theres a lot. probably the uwu soft imperialism that people get up to with certain ships (esp bc certain characters canonically and categorically do NOT give a fuck about politics at all)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Aside from the obvious female characters I will defend until i fucking die (Lyse, Minfilia, ETC.).... Maxima! I just think he's neat. like was actually being genuine as a Populares, and saw that shit was fucked and noped out. also here, have this screen shot where my crimes gave him thot boots:

13. worst blorboficiation

answered in last ask! theres 1 ur about to meet and 1 thats pandemonium relevant but yeah. bluuuuuhhhhh your milage may very

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Huh. I'm actually not super sure here besides things I've already bitched about. WAIT.

I fucking HATE when ppl have their wol who did not let go of heavensward trauma. like in that their wol didn't develop past it. especially if they're dark knights because. WHAT WAS THE POINT?

everyone handles grief differently ofc and its not a linear thing ever, but its so ?????????? to me that its like "my wol hasn't changed or let go or processed this at all".

what is the point if your character is never going to change or be affected? especially getting to shadowbringers??? thats all about grief and having a primo example of what NOT PROCESSING YOUR GRIEF does to you and can push you to?

like i'm not saying they shouldn't be affected at all, considering how much Haurchefant haunts you in the MSQ but like come on now. you've gotta move in some kind of direction.

(also smaller and pettier pet peeve: super 2edgy4me Azems. it feels so against what Azem was man, idk.)

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

my taste is flawless and impeccable and perfect. zenoswol may be the closest thing to an answer but like nah, its fucking funny.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

most of early ARR before waking sands

there is a bit after the first endwalker trial that i've sort of speedran on my subsequent runs, its not BAD, but it is a little jarring tonally the first time. i mildly appreciate it in hindsight because AFTER that endwalker cuts the brakes and is a semi rolling the down the hill at top speed emotionally, but it still like. please let me move on.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

alexander raids. mid as fuck honestly.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

oagh unfortunately i am a girlie who enjoys all the popular things in canon. The best answer is probably the Four Lords trial series. Its one of my favorites but people don't seem to talk about it much

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

I actually don't have a ship that fits this. I only like like 2 of the canon/canon ships and i've always been a fan of most of the wolships that float around

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Emet Selch. I love grandpa war crimes, he's one of my favorite characters and favorite villains ever, i have literal merch of him, but holy shit he is the reason for so much twitter discourse. which is kind of funny and on brand but also jesus christ can people please just relax and learn to mute/block people and tags aaaa

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i don't know if this common or i just saw it a lot given my twitter algorithm but people have so. much. beef. with people who Persephone Azems. for some reason.

the reason is apparently they're most insufferable kind of straight girl shipper/emet selch fan but like aside from an occasional encounter on a wolqotd post, the two people i know/know of who actually have an Azem named Persephone are.

an mlm whose noriety comes from... being one of the biggest G'rahawol content creators/shippers

one of my lesbian friends who chose it for not shipping related reasons

and most of the time their highest crime is. an Azem named Persephone. that ships Azemet. like any genuine complaints there might be are like. not unique to this VERY NICHE SUBSET OF FANS but apparently they're sooooo common and soooo annoying.

like maybe just block and move on bc some of the complaining i see borders on being genuinely misogynistic like. its fandom pixels. RELAX.

[fumikomiyasaki]

You could do💋 for any of our ships of you want

Interrupted kiss

Occupied in student council work and busy with Dragiselles business, Inessa sighed working herself through the papers in the Dorms own magic library... her pen circling as the Ice queen grew annoyed being distracted by her phone... she did so much work yet still she felt the distance between her and Dragiselle grew distant... maybe she should finally give up... lingering in this thought a familar face entered the room.

"Thalassa you need something?"

"Just taking some work load of you."

"Why? Its my work to handle. " Her tone was annoyed, mainly cause she didn't want to bother others.

"Thats also not the whole truth... some of it is the dorm leaders too... so its the dorms work."

"Tch... "

Inessa sighed as Thalassa sat next to her and worked with her.

"I ask again like I did before... you must have a bigger reason why you care so much about me than just me being the Vice leader."

Being direct about it Inessa saw her bright red face avoiding a gaze.

"You see... its cause I... like like you... but I am aware of your crush as well."

Something that left the Ice queen flabbergasted yet... all the feeling of worry, resentment and previous doubts felt fading.... maybe this was the better option than linger on an unrequited crush... and so she silently took her hand... looking at her.

"But... what if we try?"

"Huh?"

Inessa drew a little closer to her, both of their faces leaning more and more to another -

"GET BACK HERE YOU!"

Suddenly the library door bursted open and Stellaluna entered with Taron chasing after some new invention of Tarons. Quickly leaving the two girls in an emberassing mess withdrawing from another... with a sigh Inessa got up and freezed the invention. Scolding the both of them while Thalassa looked after her... face still red and in awe...

She left a note if they wanted to meet up later to continue where they left up for now... hoping that Inessa would take the invitation.

After class Carol was glad to meet up with Kaminari to spar again... since he trained her she slightly got better at fending of some of the more annoying and pushy students herself and it just felt to her like a safespace each time she visited him...

On that day he noticed however that she pushed herself past her limits the past days, getting not enough rest and with one block stopped her...

"Your body may be here but not your head, for now you should rest... the usual?"

She gave a firm nod... "Guess you are right, maybe a tea would do me well about right now..."

Sitting down, chatting a little and feeling a bit more rested, a smile returned on her face, one he loved seeing on her, warm welcoming, there was a reason many said looking at her it was like the embodiment of hopefull. Yet he did notice some small wounds on her legs.

"Let me look at this if you don't mind me."

"I-I... sure."

Her Face lit up red from how close he was treating her leg... she grew nervous, her heartbeat quick... untill eventually a sudden noise made her panic, tumbling lightly untill both tripped down to the ground... as she opened her eyes he layed on top of her leaning close to her face only inches away... however despite the emberassment none of them moved away... quite the opposite to Carol it was a good opportunity to lean in... but as she did the sudden noise returned and they got interrupted... the sudden noise being someone disturbing...

Gregory used one of his portals to stop by NRC and Seek her out.

"Urgh... what is it Greg?"

"Ya need to help me.... a surprise test is coming up."

"Can't that wait till later?"

"Nope."

Kaminari noticed her frustration especially cause she been robbed of a nice moment with him yet took her hand so she could calm.

"Its fine... we can spend some time later."

"Thank you."

And so she followed after Gregory in the portal... yet her thoughts still lingered back to that moment...

[brianyololau]

9-4-24

The last 4 days were wild, but I had such an amazing experience 10/10.

I’m glad I decided to say yes to this trip because it was unforgettable. The memories made and the experiences shared was just peak enjoyment.

I had missed the last 5 years of kazzy’s birthday weekend celebrations, so, I decided to go friday saturday since I was able to now. Ngl I was debating if I should’ve just went saturday since I didn’t really know everyone, and I would be spending two whole nights with them. But i’m glad I went. I told myself for the plot and the plot was THICK.

It was funny bc May called and said where tf are u rn as I was otw. While I was driving, I got the notification that there would be a HOUSE ROLL at 11:30 lol. I thought it was gonna be a night of drinking but nope. I said fk it anyways and rolled with them. When I pulled up, we went straight to drinking, and I caught up with friends I hadn’t seen in years. Everyone was all grown up lol. No more undergrad. Someone even bought a house recently. Then, the rolling began. Half of us popped, and there was a whole live dj schedule for most of the night. It was lit. Everyone was just vibing to the set having a good time while I chatted away with people and danced, real plur environment.

After the set, we played rage cage all night, and people started to go to sleep. I ended up staying up till almost 6, and we played some throwbacks. I did some drunkish karaoke for a few songs too. Couldn’t hang till sunrise, so I hit the hay. Heidi kept restarting rage cage. It didn’t stop.

The next morning, I slept in like a mf. I was a lil sleep deprived and went through 2 days of 8 hour live lecture trainings prior to coming. So, I made sure I was well rested. Surprisingly, no comedown or headache, but I woke up at 2 pm. After getting ready, I went straight to the kitchen to start cooking up breakfast, good ole bacon and eggs. Rene was making everyone drink though.. so my first meal was basically alcohol.

After I ate and drank some more, everyone came back from a pickleball tournament. We took group pictures, and I put on my duck themed fit. Shortly afterwards, we did a roll call for shrooms. It was interesting seeing everyone take the ones I supplied. Afterwards, we all dispersed, and it didn’t hit for a while, so I decided to use the restroom before the mayhem began. However, I ended up talking to Nicole for a bit, and during that convo, it hit LOL. Kazzy came in and asked if we were feeling it. We both said yeah, and I started laughing bc I was trying to act sober the whole time.

I decided to go out and sit by the pool with a couple other people in order to settle for the come up. There was a big palm tree in front of us, and I saw its leaves begin to sway. The weather was perfect, and looking at it felt so surreal. Looking into the distance, I noticed two moving objects. I thought I was trippin, but they were rabbits LOL. After a few min, I started to feel a bit overwhelmed and couldn’t sit still. So, I walked over to the edge of the pool. Randy was already in and suggested I jump in since I told him I wanted to see what it would be like to swim while tripping.

I was a bit unsure how it would feel considering I was still coming up but said fk it. First time for everything, right? Took off my shirt and cannon balled in. I’ll never forget that rush of water surrounding me as I went under. Emerging felt revitalizing, and then the cold temperature hit.

Randy asked how it felt to be tripping in a pool… I said it feels like i’m in a pool LMAO but it feels GREAT. The water was still cold after a few min, so I decided to swim across the pool. On the other side, there was a waterfall created by an overhanging beam. I felt myself gravitating towards it, and the sound of the water splashing into the pool seemed to drown the rest of the noise in the background. It seemed like everything else around me just faded out, and it was just myself and the waterfall in front of me.

I don’t know why, but it felt so spiritual to me. Everything drowned out including my own thoughts and anxiety from it all. It was just me and this enchanting water splashing into the surface of the pool. I saw something beautiful that was uniquely experienced to myself. I stood there for a minute appreciating the intense calmness it brought to me, and at one point, I started stretching my arms open to it. Finally, I turned around and looked at everyone else. It felt so freeing standing there and accepting everything in front of me. I was struck with beauty.

Eventually, I swam back, and the water became warm. Then, I went over to the jacuzzi which was nicee. I met this pretty girl named Aiko. Her fit was so cute. I complimented her on it later on. Then, Allen came out and pushed Kazzy into the pool. I ran over to make sure he was good since he was also tripping. Rene brought soju lol. I took some more shots, and bounced around just socializing. I was also tripping, so it was a lil hard to stay focused on the convos for too long. At one point, I picked up a bubble gun and started blasting it. It was amazing. In fact, I bought one for Zedd this week. Everyone seemed to love it including me. Being surrounded by bubbles while tripping is like being inside of fiction just watching them float around like magic. For the next hour, I kept floating around and enjoying the most beautiful sunset. The sky turned orange, and I was basking in the sunlight. I wanted that moment to last forever. That’s when I realized that this is what life is all about, to appreciate the beauty in life and share those moments with friends who truly care about you. That’s what I felt in that hour of light, and it reshaped everything for me, why we strive so hard, why we willingly take on stress, and why we make sacrifices. It’s not to push ourselves to the blink of oblivion and destitution. There’s no joy in losing that glimmer of life in your eyes. Everything is to KEEP that glimmer alive no matter what. Stress shouldn’t be controlling us, beating us down until we give up. We OVERCOME stress and utilize it in order to get to where we WANT. And when the stress is no longer fulfilling our purpose, we must walk away. That’s how we choose our battles and claim our victories. There’s no victory in battle lacking in altruism and self.

I’ll never forget that experience. It felt like the first time I opened my eyes and basked in literal happiness and beauty. I am grateful for everything.

After the sun went down, most of the people went in, and the party was going. There was a live dj, and everyone who didn’t trip had been drinking all day. It was overwhelming for me to jump into that when I had been so relaxed before. So, I stayed in the jacuzzi with a few other people. I got to know Brandon a little better, and he was such a great guy. 28 but with a 7 year old daughter and handling a full time job while hanging out with everyone. Love it. Stand up guy and I respect him for being a good father. Afterwards, I got cleaned up and went back out to chat a little with a few people. Mom called and asked what I was still doing out since I had WORK the next morning. I said i’d sleep there and go straight to work. That’s exactly what I did. When I went back inside, everyone was already drinking, playing rage cage, and dancing to loud ass music. I wasn’t really ready for that yet, and I missed dinner. Out of nowhere, I saw Brandon making ramen and hopped in right away. I started cooking up bacon and eggs. Brandon made sausages, and we put together some scrappy meals I was honestly so proud of. He was too, and it was bomb. While we were doing that, Kazzy took 10 shots back to back for his yearly birthday challenge, and everyone recorded.

At this point it was around 8:30 pm, and I knew I had to prepare myself for another rally if I wanted to keep partying. The problem was I had to leave at 4 am and go straight to work. I was staying up after for another 12 hour shift back to back days. I didn’t think I would’ve been able to survive another rally without taking addy and a bunch of caffeine the next day. So, I decided to take a nap. I was scared I wouldn’t wake up or make it back in time, and to combat that, I kept setting alarms for 30 minutes. Eventually, I just slept until 4 am because the sleep was good. Also, I didn’t want to be too inebriated and have trouble leaving by 4 am for work. It worked out pretty well because I handled the next two days pretty well. However, I did miss out on the second rally. In retrospect, I could’ve stayed up another 2 hours during peak time, but knowing me, there’s a chance I could’ve slept through my alarms if I was too sleepy. Didn’t wanna take the risk.

I really miss everyone, although, I only knew a lot of them for a short while. It was just the acceptance and fondness we had for each other in such an emotional space that I ended up appreciating everyone for vibing with one another. It was so wholesome and not at the same time. I will definitely be back for the next one. Newfound friends!

Yesterday, at work, I received my first ICU level patient that I had to stabilize. I was doing everything critical care. I was messing with central lines, bolusing bags of saline, doing septic bundles, and hanging levophed. It was real nursing. I’m glad I had that experience because I learned a lot on how to care for critical patients in the medical field. The only thing I gotta practice now is ACLS and mastering rhythms.

Overall, this was genuinely an amazing week. Despite the fact that I had 4 days of work in between the 1.5 days at Kazzchella, I feel I truly made the best out of every second of it. I ended it with unforgettable memories, new friends, wiser reflections, and fulfillment of my immediate responsibilities. I’m proud of myself!

[arsenalgbt]

Reread the latest chapter and ahhhhhh THERE WAS PARTS I DIDN'T GO INSANE ABOUT ORIGINALLY SO HERE I AM.

“Question, you got the potted roses for me?” Declan asks, limiting himself from indulging before lunchtime.

Indulging before lunchtime. INDULGING BEFORE LUNCH TIME? ALL HE DID WAS TASTE KIERAN'S MEAT! I just know that the bits of this we discover throughout the fic are going to have me so fucked up. Remember how Dec thought Kai was using when he first saw him, did Kai wonder of Dec was idk too poor to eat or something because he was too thin. This Dec plot has me insane. Also Kieran at the end of that's section telling him and Ben to eat up is so !!!! Dec probably thought KT brought more food as a look out for Ben because they're just like that now but it was actually KT making sure Dec ate till he was full. Thinking thoughts about WDBz feeling guilty about the hospitalisation bc Ben thinks he's the reason it happened (and is mad at Dec for making him feel like that because fuck why can't Ben just be mad without having to feel guilty too?) While Leo and kieran beat themselves up for not noticing things with Dec. They'd realised they'd pull back a little after their third child, Ethan's birth and Dec's marriage and think they neglected being Dec's support system. Things aren't the same as they was, all of them are a little fucked up by it.

Ben nudges him none too gently on the ribs and says, “Hey, how about you guys take Ethan as a practice baby? Free of charge.”

“Jesus, that’s horrible,” Kieran jabs, frowning. His voice turns softer when he asks, “I thought you’re finally doing well with him?

Ben clicks his tongue, taking his eyes off his son to glare at Kieran. “Can’t you tell?”

Ben not being gentle is so so so good! You can basically feel his anger even when they're being civil and Dec just takes Ben's attitude and his hot/cold because Ben is his brother and it's better than not having Ben at all. Kieran being horrified and then caring is absolutely so right 10/10 no notes. Who knew the poor angry Scotsman would end up the happiest and most emotionally stable? Ben being annoyed his progress isn't being seen. He's doing better! He's brilliant! I love him!

-💙🤍 KT anon

giggling to myself because-----scratched record sound-----nah. you guys.

did Kai wonder of Dec was idk too poor to eat or something because he was too thin.

OH NOPE NO NO. Declan was fine, was a gym bro/played tennis a lot before kai. it's after ******* PLUS his fallout with ben that did him baaaaaad.

look maybe cuz of my experience with my circle of friends aren't like how wdbz are depicted by y'all readers im just gonna be honest. it's kinda hard for me to write them to be THAT invested in each other's lives LMAOOOOOO if wbdz friendship in future chapters will feel just steady and what, lukewarm lmao---trust I am trying my best to do my research asfjakljfajkfkakl ANYWAY

Who knew the poor angry Scotsman would end up the happiest and most emotionally stable?

BADUM TSS THE POWER OF LOVEEEEEEEEE GO KT

Ben being annoyed his progress isn't being seen

and Ethan's mummy is being sooooooooo real! he's not the type to report back to kt, who he even sees as his blood brother, about how he managed to take a nap with Ethan in the same bed, how he felt at peace watching and matching Ethan's breathing ya feel meeeeee 😭

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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 25

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

"I want to take you on a date," Liam said out of the blue.

He was dropping me off at home and after today's events I was a little speechless so it was a quiet but comfortable ride home.

Now we were standing on my front porch since he insisted on walking me to the door.

I turned to him with wide eyes.

"What?"

I thought maybe I didn't hear him right.

He shifted nervously with a sheepish smile.

"W-will you go on a date with me?" he asked again.

Nope, I was right the first time.

My heart began to race as I bit my bottom lip.

No one has ever asked me out on a date before, well I never 'Came Out' before so I guess that wouldn't happen.

"I mean I understand if you don't," he said quickly taking my hesitance as a no. I shook my head fast.

"No. No, that's not it, it's just no one has ever asked me out before, it kind of took me off guard."

His eyes were focused on me like a little puppy waiting to be scolded.

Aww.

"I would love to go on a date. You are my mate after all," I smiled up at him.

A huge grin spread on his face.

"Really?" his voice as filled with excitement as his beautiful hazel eyes shined.

"Of course."

"Great. I'll come pick you up on Saturday," he told me.

Liam reached out and cupped my face.

I watched as he slowly bent down till he was mere inches from my eyes... his intense gaze never leaving mine.

Well they did when I licked nervously at my dry lips.

He dipped his head, gently touched his mouth to mine and I sighed in pleasure as the sparked ignited between us.

All too soon he pulled back and I almost whined in disappointment.

"I'll see you on Saturday, at seven o' clock," he spoke softly against my lips.

"Okay," I whispered.

I watched him walk to his car and drive off.

So I opened the front door smiling from ear to ear, my cheeks hurting from the strain.

I had a date, with a werewolf no less.

I was in my own world, thinking about everything that happened today.

About all the crazy impossible things I seen and heard when someone clear their throat.

Closing the door I swung around to see my dad standing with his arms crossed while my mom stood beside him suppressing a smile.

"Do you know what time it is, Aiden?" my mother demanded as she feigned a strict expression.

I looked at the clock on the wall.

"Eight," I said slowly looking at them like they were crazy, it was dark out but it was far from my curfew.

"And where were you this whole time?" my dad asked his face blank.

"I was with a friend," I said not sure what they were getting at.

"Uh huh, what kind a friend?" my mom said her mouth tightening in a funny way.

"The one that came over here... What is wrong? What is wrong with you two?" I asked completely confused.

"Oh, so you kiss your friends now... do you?" my dad said with a raised brow.

My cheeks began to flood with a deep blush.

"W-what?" I stuttered... they saw?

"Ah, my boy has a boy," my mom screamed rushing to wrap me in her arms.

"Oh, I'm so happy."

I looked over her shoulder to my smiling dad.

"So seem to me that he doesn't hate you after all," he said wiggling his brows.

I think my face just turned the color of a tomato.

"H-how d-did you see?" I asked mortified, tempted to push my mother off and run up into my room praying for a magical black hole to appear and suck me in.

"We were peeking through the window," my mom said proudly.

"You were spying on me?" I stated, my voice small from embarrassment.

"I wouldn't call it spying, more like looking," my dad said rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish crooked smile.

"Uh huh, just another way of saying S-P-Y-I-N-G," I exclaimed pulling from my mom's death hug.

"But are we right? Is he your..." my mom looked hopeful.

My blush became deeper.

I shrugged my shoulders unable to meet anyone's eyes so I kept mine towards on the floor.

"I don't know but he want to take me on a date," I said softly.

I cringed when my mom squealed loudly, jumping up and down.

"Oh Yay," she clapped her hands excitedly while dad just smiled widely.

"We're going to have to get you an outfit and a haircut because honey it's a little long. Just a little snip off the ends... or maybe a lot off the ends," she began rambling.

"Mom. I'm not a girl," I whined as my dad chuckled.

"We're just excited that you're going on your first date is all," he said walking towards me, placing his hands on my shoulder.

I bit my bottom lip.

"I'm going to go to bed now," I muttered, mom was still talking to herself about getting me a suit and some nice shoes.

"Okay Grace, lets go to bed," I heard dad say as they headed up the stairs.

Walking into my room I threw my bag on the floor and pulled my shirt off ready to get in the shower.

My mind was just about to drift off to today's adventures when someone's hand came over my mouth, muffling my startled cry.

My racing heart dropped as soon as I heard their voice.

"So you got a hot date, do ya?" Brent's voice made a frightened shiver wrack down my spine.

I whimpered softly.

'Not again,' I cried softly to myself.

I was pushed onto my bed suddenly, too slow to react I found the side of my face being pressed deep into the comforter.

He was leaning heavily on my back and head, preventing me from moving.

My breath was coming in short panicky gasps.

"Brent," I whispered shapely. "Please..."

"Oh shut up Aiden," he said sounding annoyed.

I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck causing bile to rise in my throat.

"You're disgusting. How can you live like you do? Checking out men, fantasizing, DATING them? It's gross," he whispered the last part in my ear.

My cry was muffled by the blanket when his hard knee pressed painfully into my back.

"I should beat the living shit out of you just for thinking about it. My mom would have beat my ass six ways from Sunday," he growled digging his knee deeper.

"Brent," I wailed. "Stop," I howled through clenched teeth.

I cowered even further when I heard his disturbing laugh.

"You're so pathetic," he snickered.

I yelped when he grabbed the back of my hair roughly and turned my head to look at him.

His green eyes glaring into mine with repulsion.

"Pitiful, it's sad really, watching you cower behind you're pathetic little friends at school. I can honestly say I laugh when I see this scared little mouse act you do when I'm around. Your nothing, you're a disgrace to human kind and I wish that you and your whole ass fucking, fag community would just die. That would make my day."

I could see the sick smile on his face.

I was shaking like a leaf, biting my lip to prevent the screaming of in pain lodged in my throat.

He pushed his knee harder in my back before getting off of me and walking out of my room.

Slowly I slide off my bed onto the floor gripping the bottom of my blankets burying my face in them... my body was shaking with my uncontrollable sobs.

Why does he have to do this to me?

The spot where his knee was, burned. It only made me cry harder.

When Saturday rolled around Jay and Eric were aware of the way I was acting.

I couldn't seem to smile or join into anyone's conversations.

All I did could seem to do was nod and stare into space.

Liam wasn't at school again for the rest of the week but I didn't ask Dom what he was doing.

Occasionally, I would see Brent giving me heated glares in the halls or the cafeteria, which kept me on edge all week.

I even had weak moments where I would be hiding in my room and stared at my closet.

But I held back on my craving for it just because I wanted to show to Liam that I wasn't some pathetic drug addict.

Now it was Saturday, almost time for Liam to be coming over to pick me up on my first date.

I should be ecstatic right now... jumping off walls and what-not.

It was my first date but I couldn't get Brent out of my head.

He holds so much hatred towards me, how could someone loath a person so much just because they're different.

I meant to take a quick shower but once the warm water hit me I was stuck.

I leaned my forearm on the wall while resting my head against it.

I sighed exhausted.

It was beyond draining to be me right now.

First Brent comes and messes up my life, then he terrorizes me whenever he feels like it... now I have a werewolf as a... I don't know what he is to me.

I mean yeah, we shared a couple of kisses but does that mean that were together?

He never asked me to be his boyfriend.

And I had no idea of what's happening with his girlfriend because I know for damn sure that I'm not going to be his little ass on the side.

Now this date... I'm so confused.

"Ugh," I turned the shower off, ripping the towel off its hanger.

I was drying my body but when I reached the spot Brent bruised I sucked in air.

"Shit," I hissed.

Sighing I walked out, picking out a white fitting T-shirt with dark wash skinny jeans and black vans.

Drying my hair with my towel I grabbed my brush and combed out the tangles.

When I was satisfied with my appearance I spayed on a bit of cologne just as I hear my mom's voice.

"Aiden. Your dates here," she called giddy and I rolled my eyes.

I took my grey jacket off the back of my computer chair and cautiously headed down stairs.

Right when I was close to the top stairs I felt a hand roughly grab the back of my neck.

"Ahh," I yelped in surprise.

"Going on your homo date?" he snarled in my ear.

I shut my eyes prying he didn't push me down the stairs or something.

He chuckled before slapping my bruised back... I bit my tongue suppressing my cry.

"Have fun," and with that he was gone.

I took a quick look behind me to see he was walking towards his room.

My bottom lip started to quiver but I held the tears back.

I was not going to cry on my first date.

Taking a deep breath I walked down with my dignity in tacked.

And the moment I saw Liam standing by the door I couldn't stop the grin from appearing on my lips.

He was wearing a light blue checkered shirt... untucked, dark blue jeans with black high tops and a leather jacket.

All in all he was freaking HOT.

He smiled at me showing those beautiful white teeth of his.

All of a sudden I wasn't nervous anymore.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey yourself." I answered back a blush rising in my cheeks.

"Aw," Mom shrieked.

I winced as my ears began ringing.

Women are Banshees, all of them.

Shaking my head I walked over to Liam.

"You ready?" he asked, I was just about to nod when a blinding light made me flinch.

"Move in closer," my mom ordered.

I looked over to her my eyes wide with disbelief.

Of course she had her damn camera up to her face her finger on the trigger ready to shot.

Oh God.

"Seriously Mom. I'm not going to prom," I whined annoyed.

"Oh, shut up and get closer, Liam put your arm around him," she demanded like a drill sergeant.

Liam was shaking from laughter... his eyes bright as he wrapped his arm around me.

I groaned and looked at my mom with a blank expression.

There was another flash.

"Come on Aiden, give me a nice smile honey."

I refuse... I kept my face blank till she moved the camera away from her face and gave me a stern look.

"You better give me a smile boy or I'll tape your face into one, your chose," she threatened narrowing her blue eyes at me.

I shrank back a little.

I knew she wasn't playing anymore so I forced a big smile.

She gave me a happy grin and took another picture and another and another and another.

"Moooom," I cried.

"Oh alright, alright. One more," I surrendered and the flash went off, one was like five to her.

"Grace, let them go on their date honey," my dad said coming in to the room and wrapping his arms around her waist.

He had a pleased smile on his face as I watched as my mom pout.

"Fine," her lips pursed and I almost laugh at my mother's childish behavior.

"Thank you dad. We're leaving now," I said rushing towards the door with Liam chuckling behind me.

I had the door open and a foot out when my mom called.

We turned simultaneously and I was blinded by another damn FALSH.

"Ugh," I exclaimed and stomped out to Liam's car.

I could hear my parent's laughter in the house as Liam closed the door.

I threw on my jacket and stopped in front of his car, almost missing the beauty of it.

I'm no car expert but I was sure that it was candy apple red Audi R8.

It was sleek and sexy and expensive as hell.

I looked over the top of the car to stare at him in awe.

He was opening the car when he saw me staring.

He rose a brow with a cute little smirk on his face.

"What?" he asked.

My jaw was hanging, how can he just be so indifferent about this?

I pointed at the car.

"I believe you had a normal Camry last I saw you," I pointed out.

He looked at his ride then peered up at me seductively.

I think my heart just skipped a beat.

"Well I want to ride in style," he purred.

Opening the door I watched him get in so I snapped out of it and did the same.

"So where are we going?" I asked once I was buckled in.

He started the car and drove off with a screech it made my excitement escalate.

"You're just going to have to wait and see aren't you," he teased sparring me a sideways glance.

I couldn't take the smile off my face, I felt so right around him.

He made me forget about everything that troubles me.

Throughout the whole car ride he had me laughing so hard till I had to tell him to stop or I was going to pee my pants.

His reply to that?

"Not to mark his car, it's new."

Later he surprised me when he started to rap Drake.

We got to talking about our like and dislikes, like even though he's a wolf he loves cats.

I told him I was allergic to cats.

"Won't have those around then," he said.

He told me he ate dog food once, it wasn't so bad.

We went from favorite foods to colors, which we surprisingly had a lot in common.

Soon we pulled into a small little restaurant, there were no other restaurants or stores anywhere around us, just trees and dirt.

He parked and got out rushing around the car to open my door.

I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of the car.

"Oh, what a gentlemen," I teased.

"Only to you," he smiled.

Pulling my jacket closer we walked into the restaurant to be greeted by a wait-staff, no older than Liam and I with a maroon dress with a black apron.

"Hello there, do you have a reservation?" she asked sickly sweet.

I bet she hates this job.

Liam nodded.

"Jacobs," Liam said to her.

She looked down at her book while I glanced around.

It was one of those holes in the wall joints but it had a classy taste to it.

I mean if you're asking for reservations you have to be pretty well known.

And better have some good ass food.

It was darkly light, there were tables scattered that only fit two people.

A bar on the other side of the room with a wall stacked with alcohol and crystal glasses.

Each table had a dim black square light fixture overhead, just enough light to see you're food and who was across from you.

The tables were covered in maroon cloths, black napkins and a white candle.

Wood chairs with black cushions and here were booths along the walls in complete opposite to the tables.

Instead of red table and black cushions it was black cloth and red cushions.

Overall it was a black and red theme and very stylish.

"Mr. Jacobs, come this way please," she said sudden, grabbing two menus.

Liam looked back at me inclining his head in the direction of the girl.

We followed till she led us to a table.

"Um, I'm sorry but can we have a table outside?" Liam asked.

She nodded and began to lead us out of the double doors out into another table scattered layout.

The tables were spaced out unlike inside were they were close together.

There was a dark wood floor and each table had a heating lamp.

There weren't many tables out here but there was a whole lot of space.

I looked out to see nothing but forest and the only thing separating us from it was a high fancy iron gate fencing the whole restaurant in.

On this side of the gate there was just a large expansion of neatly cut grass till it ran into the wood floor we were standing on.

We were seated, the tables were larger than the ones inside and the lights hanging from the extended roof were much brighter.

The girl gave us our menus and asked us what drinks we would like to start off with.

She looked as if she was trying to suppress a smile or something.

I was giving her a weird look like she was going to go all joker on us.

We both ordered coke and soon I could hear the clicks of her heels as she left.

"You look good," Liam complimented.

"Thank you," I replied in a small voice, I could feel a blush coming on.

"You look handsome yourself."

He chuckled tilting his head like he was studying me.

My eyes began to dart anywhere but his.

"What?" I asked.

I saw his shake his head and look down at his menu.

"So I think I'm going to get the steak with the baked potato, what about you?" he asked his gaze still on the menu.

I shrugged looking down at mine.

After a while I finally said...

"Chicken Parmigiana."

The waitress came back with our drinks and took out her note pad.

"So what can I get for you tonight?" she asked expectantly, she had her pen out and looked from Liam to me.

"Yes, he would like the Chicken Parmigiana and can I get the steak and baked potato?" he told her.

"Sure, and how would you like your steak sir?" she eyes focused on her pad her pen scribbling down our order.

"Rare."

We both looked up at him with disgust.

He glanced at us innocently.

"What?"

The waitress shook her head.

"I'll place your order Sir," and left while I raised my brow at him.

"Rare?" I said the appall clear in my voice.

"Hey, that's supposed to be the perfect steak," he said defending himself.

"And it's delicious."

"You know that it's basically just bloody meat," I informed him, leaning in with every word.

He leant in closer as well and whispered...

"Wolf, remember."

Now I just felt dumb.

I backed up into my chair embarrassed.

He chuckled at me so I turned my head away looking out into the trees.

I noticed that there was music playing out there, I didn't know the song though.

Liam cleared his throat so I turned back to him.

"What's wrong," he asked softly.

I could see his brows were furrowed down slightly.

I shook my head.

"Nothing, why?" he pursed his lips.

"I don't know, you seem... somewhere else."

I looked down at my hands.

He was right, my mind did seem to be lingering on how my life sucked.

I didn't want to go back home not with Brent there.

This was so pitiful, I was scared of my own home.

I felt the fringe of my hair being moved out of the way.

I peered up to see Liam's concerned face.

"Tell me what's the matter, beautiful?" he asked.

I blushed and looked away from him.

"You make sound like a girl," I muttered in humiliation.

Was I really that girly looking?

"Okay, what about adorable?" he asked the corner of his mouth quivering and I huffed.

"How would you feel if I called you...?" I paused as I thought of something.

"I don't know... Pup?" I said smugly.

His face dropped a little before he smiled.

"I'm still calling you beautiful because that is what you are to me... so go head."

"Fine pup, I will," I huffed crossing my arms childishly.

"Anyway, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked again and I met his expectant hazel eyes.

"It's nothing. I just have a lot on my mind these days," I couldn't tell him I was being bullied at school and home now could I? No.

And I know you're probably thinking

'Stupid, tell him,' but I couldn't seem to form the words.

"Are you sure that's nothing?"

I nodded.

"Why did you want to eat out here?" I questioned him suddenly.

He opened his mouth looking reluctant to change the subject but soon his shoulders slumped.

"I like it out here, I feel more comfortable outside than in a closed up space like in there," he answered jerking his head towards the double doors.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense."

We were interrupted by plates of steaming food placed in front of us.

"There you guy are, is there anything else I could do for you?" our waitress asked straightening.

We shook our head and thanked her for the food.

But when she didn't walk away right away we looked back up to her with questionable expressions.

She smiled sheepishly at us biting her lip before say.

"Are you guys on a date?" she blurted out.

My eyes widened as my face flushed, Liam looked calm and gave her a smile.

"Why yes, yes we are. Do we look good together?" he asked I would have thought he was teasing but he had a serious expression.

"Uh, yeah, you guys look so cute, how long have you been together?" she asked excitedly.

"This is actually our first date," he responded and she awed loudly before leaving.

I looked around the table awkward.

"Don't be embarrassed," Liam chuckled.

Trying to think of other things and not this awkwardness I took a bite of my food.

It was delicious.

It became pretty silent as we ate but I would sneak looks at Liam under my lashed until I was shaking my head at him in disgust.

I could see the blood pouring out of his steak.

"That's so gross," I told him and he looked up at me in surprise, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

I tightened my lips together trying my best to keep in my laughter but it was impossible.

"What?" he asked me his eyes wide his mouth still full and I shook my head almost choking on my chicken.

He raised his brow at me before looking back down at his food and cut a small piece stabbing it with his fork and holding it out to me.

My face scrunched up and I shook my head viciously.

"Hell no."

It looked like it had just been cut out from the cow only moment ago.

"Come on try it," he pushed.

"Nope," I said stuffing a piece of chicken in my mouth.

"Please?" he begged, giving me that damn puppy dog face.

I sighed and swallowed my food reluctantly opening my mouth for his to guide the bloody steak in my mouth.

I almost gagged from just that thought.

He pushed the meat in my mouth with a proud smile on his face.

I chewed slowly.

"Just don't think about."

I gave him a narrow eyes glare.

Surprisingly it wasn't that bad... when I swallowed.

He was looking at me eagerly.

"Well?" he asked and I shrugged.

"It's not that bad I guess but I still prefer my food to look less like a murder scene," I told him and he shrugged again.

"Whatever... it's delicious," he argued but I just smiled.

"Whatever you say pup."

I looked back at my plate, ignoring his glare.

"Right beautiful."

I ran my tongue over my teeth keeping any comebacks I had inside.

He chuckled and continued to eat.

A while later when I had finished my meal I glanced up to find he was already finished and staring at me.

And that is how we stayed for a while till I finally broke the silence.

"Why were you not at school? Were you sick again?" I teased and his eyes were soft as he answered.

"No I moved," he said and I frowned.

"Moved? Where?" thinking that I wasn't going to see him at school anymore or him for that matter.

"Calm down, I didn't move far, I just moved back into the pack house," he responded.

"Pack house?"

"Yeah, it's actually where most of my pack live."

He took a sip of coke, his eyes still trained on me.

"If your pack lived there why you aren't... or why weren't you living there?" I asked I leaning my arms over the table.

"I guess you can say that my dad wanted to have some alone time with his mate and pup?" he laughed softly.

"So if he left who was in charge? That's how packs go right?" I asked he nodded.

"He left the Beta in charge, that's my dad's second in command."

"Why are you at the pack house now?"

Curiously getting the best of me.

"Well, for some reason there's been an infestation of rogues trespassing on our territory lately. And a couple of our own have be found... dead. Things have become too dangerous and the pack needs their Alpha at hand, so we moved back to the house," he told me and I was shocked.

People were ending up dead because of these so called rogues.

Wait does that put Liam into danger?

He must have sensed my worry because his warm hand came to rest on top of mine.

"Its fine Aiden, nothing's going to happen to anyone anymore. We're making sure of it," he reassured me.

"What about you?" I asked, his words not settling my worry by any means.

He smiled softly at me.

"Nothing's going to happen me," he said again, his hazel eyes telling me to trust him, so I did.

It was all I could do, so I nodded.

"Is this what you were training for?" I asked thinking back to when he told me.

"Yes," he said. "My dad said I needed a little more combat skills."

"I guess that's good that you're learning to protect yourself," I agreed.

Suddenly Sideways by Citizen Cope came on the speakers, making me smile.

"I love this song," I sighed softly.

Liam gave me a lopsided smile and reached his hand out to me.

"Dance with me then," he demanded tenderly, getting to his feet.

I looked up at him like he was crazy.

"Are you crazy," I stated my thoughts.

He chuckled but kept his hand out to me, his damn sexy hazel eyes brightening as he gazed down at me.

"No, no one else is dancing," I told him embarrassed.

He shrugged.

"So what," he said stubbornly taking my hand in his and dragging me out onto the grass, pulling me into his hard body.

I sucked in a breath.

God, I felt like my knees were going to give out just from being against him like this.

We just stood and I bit my bottom lip anxiously, I was finding it a habit of mine.

"What is it?" he questioned.

I sighed before looking up at his sheepishly.

"I have never danced before," I muttered, quickly shifting my eyes from him to the ground.

I heard his sigh, great I was annoying him.

I wanted to just run back to my chair.

I felt his arm wrap around my waist and lift me onto his shoes and began to slowly sway to the beat, holding me close to him.

"Well were just going to have to improvise aren't we," he whispered.

I felt butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter at how sweet he was. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

My heart was going crazy at our proximity.

"Will it always feel like this?" I whispered to him laying my head against his shoulder.

"As long as you're always with me, beautiful," he said burying his face in my neck, I listened to the strum of the guitar as we swayed, feeling a type of peacefulness came over me in the circle of his arms.

Liam began singing softly in my ear causing shivers to course through my body, his smooth deep voice soothing me and having me melt right in his arms to pool at his feet.

I didn't know he could sing like that.

"These feeling won't go away... They've been knockin' me sideways... I keep thinking in a moment that... Time will take them away... But these feeling won't go away..." he stopped singing to pressed his lips to the base of my neck.

"Can you answer a question for me?" he whispered.

I nodded unable to form a verbal yes.

His mouth moved to my ear, his teeth tugged at it.

I gasped in pleasure.

"Would you please be my boyfriend?" he asked pulling back to peer down at my face.

I blinked in shock; that was not the question I was expecting.

He wanted to me to be his boyfriend?

He wanted a relationship?

I think I stopped breathing.

My lips were moving but nothing was coming out.

"This required words," he said nervously his eyes shifting all over my face looking for something.

I finally took a deep breath but before I was going to answer I thought about something.

"Wait, what about Queen Bee?" I asked him and he frowned.

"Who?"

"Your girlfriend, Liam."

I was waiting for the realization to appear on his face and he would take back his question.

I watched his face change from confusion till it cleared.

I looked down at his chest as I got ready for it, my heart sinking to my feet.

Then I heard him chuckle.

"Aiden, I don't have girlfriend."

I frowned.

"What do you mean?" I said peering up to meet his gaze.

"I broke it off a while ago," he told me with a gentle smile.

"You did?"

He nodded.

"Once I realized there was no way that I was going to be able to stay away from you, I told her that I couldn't be with her anymore," he confessed.

"Oh."

Well that explains why she stormed into the cafe a while ago.

"So will you be my boyfriend?" he asked again a little more nervous than before.

His hazel eyes pleading and I smiled.

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

I watched as he closed his eyes sighing in relief.

I was going to say something else but I never got the chance.

His lips were on mine, it wasn't a desperate, lustful kiss but a passionate loving one.

Cupping my face between his big hands, giving me no way to pull away... not like I was planning to.

His mouth was warm and soft as I reached my hands in the back of his hair pushing my body closer to his, never wanting to let go. 

[purplesurveys]

1642

Was your childhood wasted by something? Normalcy, I guess. Everyone I went to school with had both parents at home everyday, so I thought I was weird, unfair, and confusing that my own dad worked abroad and my mom worked the graveyard shift. All the men in the duplex I used to live in either drank or smoked or both. Every time I went to a friend’s house and saw both parents or a family eating dinner together inviting me to eat with them, it was always a mix of “Why isn’t it the same at ours?” and “This is such a breath of fresh air.”

Would you rather die during an adventure or die like a normal person? When you say adventure, the way I understand it is like falling off a cliff or getting accidentally wiped out by a passing train lol. That said, I’d much rather die in a bed.

Have your parents ever put you on a diet? No, I’ve never seriously needed to be in one.

Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? I had one threaten to do it but I hate that memory and try to never resurface it.

Do you have a gag reflex? Yeah.

Do you ever fantasize about trying drugs? ‘Fantasize’ isn’t the right word for it...it’s always been just a very vague curiosity to try it. Last year I got to try vaping cannabis oil or whatever the fuck it was and it gave me the most horrible reaction, so I don’t plan on ever taking drugs.

Have you ever put gum in someone’s hair? No, such a crappy thing to do.

Would you rather have sex before you’re married or wait till marriage? Well I didn’t, but it honestly doesn’t matter to me. If my hypothetical next partner wanted to wait, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.

Have you ever not gone to school, just because? So many times. I’ve done it for work too, albeit a lot more infrequently. Do you know anyone who can play the bagpipes? No, I’ve never even seen one in real life.

Have you ever let someone hit you? Playfully, yeah. In the rare times someone hit me intentionally, I always hit back.

Do you own a hand warmer? Absolutely no use for something like that here.

Do you have friends in other states/countries? They were my friends when they used to live here, but we’ve all grown apart since. We remain mutuals on social media but that’s as far as it gets.

Do you ever pay attention during church? Nah. I use the entire hour to daydream or think about what to eat for lunch.

Have you ever broke a window? Nopes.

When was the last time you freaked someone out? Yesterday because I had to give my mom the news that Cooper aggressively bit the entire lower half of my face and it wasn’t looking good. She was out having lunch with my grandma, so I felt super bad that I had to interrupt it the way I did, but then again it was a serious emergency and she would’ve probably been a million times more worried and angrier if I had waited for her to come home before telling her.

Have you ever gone on a date with a weirdo? No.

Who’s the last person you called a bitch? Probably my sister but it’s always as a joke or as a filler word.

Do you drink kool-aid? I’ve never had it before.

Have you ever dropped something hot on your foot? YES, tteokbokki sauce that was fresh out the microwave. Pain you wouldn’t believe, lmao.

Do you watch porn?: Yeah but it’s on a very once-in-a-while basis. I’ll watch if I’m in the mood for it, which isn’t often in the first place. Have you ever missed someone you hated? No. Bridges burned remain burned.

Is anyone in your family disabled? I have an aunt with Down syndrome.

What do you want for Christmas? I just ask for anything BTS-related lol but I always encourage them not to get pressured and to just get knockoffs because it’d be hard to accept authentic (i.e. EXPENSIVE) merch. If they don’t wanna bother with BTS or find it hard to pick a gift, I just ask for either food or soju hahaha.

How many moles do you have? Off the top of my head I can count 6, but I could be forgetting others.

Do you make your bed everyday? Almost never these days. My bed is super near the ceiling and I ALWAYS hit my head, much to my annoyance. Making my bed would give me 847548934 more bumps so...eh. The good thing about it is since the bed is super high up you can never see my blanket unfolded and my pillows in a heap and all, so I’m honestly unbothered about not making my bed as much anymore.

Do you know how to ride a bike? I don’t.

Do you own any comic books? I have a couple from my super short-lived comic book phase, but I haven’t touched them in years.

What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? Eating a siomai off the ground. 

Do you know anyone who has been raped? Yep.

Are you an atheist? Yes.

Have you ever owned a goldfish? I did as a kid, yeah.

Who was the last person to call you beautiful? Not sure.

How many times have you been stung by a bee? Zero and I hope it remains zero.

What was the last flavor of gum you chewed? Can’t even remember the last time I had gum lol strawberry, I think?

When was the last time you used tape? This morning.

When was the last time you said fuck? Yesterday when I saw how much I was bleeding from Cooper’s bite and when it was slowly dawning on me that I had to abandon all my plans for the day and go to the hospital ASAP.

Have you ever stolen something? Maybe like a pen here and there, but never anything bigger than that.

What’s the last movie you watched? Decision to Leave. It wasn’t my cup of tea though so I was unable to finish. Sorry Namjoon.

Who’s the last person you watched a movie with? I watched ^ that alone.

Where were you yesterday at 5 PM? In the hospital getting five fucking injections and a skin test. Worst time.

Who would you like to kiss right now? Nobody but Korean idols I happen to have the biggest delusion towards loljk

When was the last time you had tic tacs? Years ago.

When was the last time you ate chicken? Last Friday when I had a chicken sandwich.

Who was the last person you told to ‘Shut the fuck up’ to? Probably Tae during his last live?? LOL

Why were you last nervous? Yesterday because I was told that not only 1) did I need to get five injections, and 2) my HMO doesn’t cover animal bites. Everything that happened yesterday was so stupid I feel like it was entirely a dream.

Whose pants did you last take off? Uh, just my own.

When was the last time you were disturbed? Yesterday.

Why did you last feel awkward? This morning. Context: I went to one of my clients’ events which was running the whole weekend – and there was one attendee who confirmed for today and I had to keep her company. 

Anyway, she was the one confirmation we had for Sunday so I didn’t have an excuse to ever leave her alone and start accommodating or small-talking other attendees LOL and it was a SUNDAY MORNING, so it was hard for me to keep the conversations coming, hard as I tried. There were a handful of moments we were just stuck in silence because she wasn’t so talkative herself.

When was the last time you got in a fight with your best friend? I don’t think I’ve ever quarreled with Angela since, like, grade school.

Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? No, I don’t use tampons.

Who was the last person you read a book to? I don’t think I’ve ever done that.

Who is the person you say the most naughtiest things to? Probably my ex.

Who was the last person to send you a letter? Andi.

Do you like cupcakes or muffins more? Cupcakes.

Have you ever pushed someone on purpose? Yep.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? I definitely have, but only because I was hit first.

[thesecretattic]

Mannat from 31st Dec, 2015

Year 2015-2016 was the first & last new year I have ever celebrated I currently have high fever rn so I can’t type much again I wish I had someone to talk to… maybe another loner like me, cuz all others are having plans for tonight. So all my teens I was bullied and it went to so much extent that the geyser bursted and our bathroom caught fire twice (I’m sure you’ve read that) Anyway they would bully me on bbm but as a 15-16 year old I was like we are too old for all this… cuz they were bigger anyway but in actual sense it was indeed bullying and very toxic. On new years too I would get tortured with all sorts of texts, as a final resort I was told to lie and tell them I was celebrating NYE with new friends but one of them saw me running my daily errands so they started spamming me with more scathing messages such as “Go celebrate with your imaginary friends you forever loner” my childhood best friend would ask them to circulate this phrase repeatedly “A girl who can never have a best friend” anyway she did that cuz she had her older brother’s support who was again 7 yrs older than me and he was very intimidating, she used his help to turn everyone against me and make sure they would boycott me cuz i was on friendly terms with everyone and I wouldn’t back bich about them like her (she had that habit, she would even comment on people’s appearance and weight) she was very materialistic and she came to India like a spoilt brat from Dubai, she would shun and disparage all Indians that was her sole motto when they shifted here and since me and my brother were younger she would tried doing that with us too but as a next door neighbour and same bench partner at school she was in for a shock. Everyone at school believed I was some NRI from USA and someone started spreading those rumours in my new school as well cuz I was always that well versed and I would come up with all those ideas and thoughts which were prevalent only there (even when someone saw my work a few years ago like when I was 21-22 they said I couldn’t believe it was made in India it’s too sophisticated for here) so in school everyone would say you’re too classy all ur high profile words will go bouncers… you’ve recently come from US right? Etc etc. They weren’t being mean they would just start joking after that. I had a good circle till a certain age but then they started shuffling which I think is really wrong especially when there’s a lot of groupism cuz some ppl stick together and some don’t. They thought I’d recently shifted, me and my bro were used to buying imported stuff and we knew all the places where we would get them for cheap and we knew a lot of other things which she couldn’t handle, she almost challenged a 7 year old to show her prowess in Hollywood movies/trivia that too even adult ones while playing dumb charades.

We didn’t bother fighting or arguing we would let her win… she was always competitive and she would get jealous of my inexpensive fancy stuff even though she would get a lot of things from Dubai (because choice matters more) anyway she went extreme after growing up, my school had to be changed and I don’t want to get into more discussion but she’s the reason why I don’t have any friends. I also learnt about racism from a very early age that too within India, sorry she never considered herself an Indian. I once tried showing her Rihanna in my fav Magazine but she couldn’t take it so she flung it across the room and she thought I was good at fashion because of those mags. Nope! wrong, I would select my own clothes even as a toddler I’ve shared this before like Raven from that’s so Raven it was very relatable when she said that in one of her episodes, all other parents would ask for the same stuff when they would see my clothes on the cash counter. I started reading those magazines out of interest cuz I always loved fashion and I knew maximum items listed there were paid advertisements. As a 12 year old (I was a bit sassy) I would be like “All paid… all paid even the Chanel Sunglasses by Delhi Vasant Kunj store” I can’t write much there’s a lot to share haha funny stories too, she started getting magazines just to compete with me and she would even compare home appliances (show me a kid who’s interested in all that) next she would ask me what career I would like to pursue just to go around and tell everyone she wanted to take up that as well… she then started getting extreme, even now she is the first to copy trends and stuff cuz she thinks that is what I do even though she hasn’t seen me in recent years, Karma: I was an epicurean I loved trying out different cuisines so she would always get jealous whenever I would go out even though she knew I would cry a lot of tears before leaving due to my family eventually she took away all my friends and even the little bit of happiness I had on my previous childhood birthdays (I last celebrated the 15th one or so) and I went on dating apps to socialise cuz girls are very jealous and hostile in India now I’ve realised even guys have a very poor mentality and she too had those traits even if she was from Dubai anyway I went there and got bed ridden and she got her wish I STOPPED going out to restaurants and stuff and she would then POST her own restaurant and food images OBSESSIVELY and then Karma struck back to her and we had Covid when NO ONE WAS ALLOWED to go out anymore but even during cov times she tortured me and she dragged one of her friends to whichever cafe was open during lockdown just to share images. When I wrote my previous book and published it (cover editing layout typesetting website whatever I could manage or do) she couldn’t take it so she created a fake writer’s acc with all those previous society’s friends and came there to mock and harass me. Even now she copies all these stupid trends cuz she thinks I might be doing that, the world is currently a fashion disaster and no offence so are you. I don’t want to ruin anyone’s new year the way she ruined mine I hope she is not reading this. Anyway, I could go on for hours, I actually haven’t shared the dark side of this story, there’s a lot more.

My hands are getting cold cuz I can’t type much. I have shared the following stories previously but all the other posts have now obsoleted them. Coming back to 2015 31st Dec I realised I wasn’t the only one who was crying in the car due to lack of friends, I saw an old uncle crying on the signal too cuz it was almost midnight and he wasn’t able to make any sale… he was selling party stuff. I was 20, someone in the car had cleanliness OCD back then so I couldn’t buy anything. I came up with an idea which led to a very unique resolution that year, I knew Harsh’s birthday was coming on 5th so I picked 3rd to like make this “Mannat” but of a different kind not where you tie threads, I’m sharing this cuz its a sweet memory and I hardly have such memories. Back then we wouldn’t get those Nutella snack packs consisting of biscuits and stuff☹️🥺😡 so I just got big jars of Nutella and I went to Carter Road… you would always find these little urchins there selling colouring books and stationary, they would even sometimes nag you to buy them something from those stalls. I once bought one of them some yogurt but the yogurt wala 😡😡😡 the reason I’m calling him that is because he was really bad he was just looking down upon that kid and that’s not because his height was small or he was unable to reach the counter, I had told him to give him whatever he liked… don’t treat them like that or I won’t even pay for my yogurt! I had already made the payment that’s why he was acting smart I was keeping a watch from outside 👀 It was some chappi employee btw what did he think of himself?

I went there on 3rd Jan hoping these kids would be around but looks like they were still decompressing from 31st bash or they were probably too smart to only come out on weekends, unfortunately Carter road was entirely empty that day… then I spotted one toddler coming from the opposite side, she crossed very fast cuz they are very adept at all these things, she came to me and she was just standing there cuz I don’t think she had even learnt how to talk she was too small like those Chucky dolls. I gave her the Nutella but I had to explain to her that it’s like chocolate cuz she was like I said too small to understand anything, I was afraid someone might snatch it from her so I kept a watch, but she went back properly to her mother and on her way there she opened it and tasted it (this was the fun part) no child would resist something like that. She tasted it then she hugged the jar like left right, I was like how cute 🥰 people rightly say Nutella is like happiness. She turned out to be smarter than I thought cuz she was holding it properly and she went straight to her mother. I was hoping he would get a good opportunity or tv show or whatever he wanted to do cuz it was like a Mannat an exchange of favours with God and it would’ve made 2 people happy or in fact more than 2, I was happy a few onlookers were happy… but God just wanted that thread???!! Since it was something sweet, he should’ve gotten a sweet role to play not toxic ajinomoto I will never have Maggi in my whole life (ref. 22nd Dec + posts) I’m feeling giddy like throwing up, happens when you have Maggi too. Bye. I can’t write further I’d already taken a few breaks in between.

- Zara Sauleh

[apinklion01]

Danny felt like he was being watched.

Not in the ‘ghost of the day’ kind of way, he literally fought the Box Ghost in the alleyway thirty minutes ago. No, he felt like some human was watching him.

He turned around, and for a moment he saw someone with ginger hair peeking from behind a wall before ducking back.

Right, that guy again.

“You know, it’s kind of rude to follow someone who left class to go to the bathroom,” Danny said, arms crossed and tapping a foot on the floor.

Finally Wes walked from behind the corner. “You say that almost every day, kind of hard to tell when you’re being serious or not.”

“Alright, fair point. But do you think you could stop following me? You’re seriously getting on my nerves,.”

“I don’t know, I’d figure you would just ‘go ghost’,” Wes answered back making air quotes. “By the way, when’s the last time you’ve used that catchphrase, I thought that was kind of cute.”

“Actually I don’t know, it’s been a while- wait, you’ve seen me go ghost?”

In the back of Danny’s mind, he also did a full 180. Cute? The catchphrase or me?

“Hey, I swear I haven't told anyone. Mostly cause I’m pretty sure they think I have something for Phantom, w-which I don’t! I-I’m not saying t-that I do!” He added the moment that Danny gave a smug grin.

“Yeah, you’re getting pretty defensive for a guy who’s trying to not look like you don’t have a crush. So when are you going to go out with me?”

Wes paused before he gave an awkward smile. “Uh, I don’t know, when are you going to ask me?”

What.

The ‘Windows.Exe has stopped working’ noise practically blared in Danny’s mind. Where did that come from? Why did his palms feel sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti?

Quickly his eyes darted to a clock conveniently located nearby.

“Well look at that, five minutes till the next class, better get going before Mr. Lancer says whatever homework assignment he’s giving out. Okay? Cool, bye!”

Danny sprinted to the classroom, definitely not looking at Wes’ face. Nope, not dealing with those emotions right now.

-

“Say dude, you looked pretty nervous when you came back at the end of Mr. Lancer’s class,” Tucker said as the trio walked home.

“Oh, yeah, I had to deal with an animal ghost that got stuck in the gym,” Danny lied.

“Wait, I have P.E. at that time, I didn’t hear any fighting there,” Sam said, giving him a curious look.

“Uhhh, it was a snake!”

“Danny, you’re a terrible liar,” Tucker replied. “What’s eating you?”

Shit.

“Okay, well, so you know that guy, Wes, right?”

“Yeah I recognize him. Still don’t understand how he got on the basketball team,” Sam added.

“Well he followed me when I was heading to the bathroom, not an excuse to fight ghosts, literally going to the bathroom. So we bantered a bit, I kind of figured out he might have a crush on me. I said something along the lines of ‘hey when are you gonna date me’ and he said ‘oh I don’t know, when are you going to ask me?’”

“Well, what did you say?” Tucker asked, both him and Sam sharing intrigued faces.

“Nothing.”

Both of his friends went silent. “What do you mean nothing?” Sam asked.

“Well I said nothing cause I decided to head back to Mr. Lancer’s classroom to catch whatever he was going to toss us at the last minute for homework.”

“And you just ran away?”

“I didn’t expect them to flirt back! Gosh, I mean he’s alright. He’s not exactly trying to expose me or anything, but at the same time he fucking stalks me, I know from Jazz’s lectures that’s not a healthy sign for like potential boyfrie-”

Danny clamped his hands over his lips. Tucker gave a loud gasp, his eyes gleaming.

“Oh my gosh, enemies to lovers!”

“No! That’s not what’s happening, Tucker.”

“I knew something was up when I saw the way you looked at Wes the other day when we were fighting the Lunch Lady.”

“Heroes always hold people they rescue in their arms, what difference does that make?”

“You know I’m pretty sure denial is the first stage of grief,” Sam teased.

“Come on, what else did he say?” Tucker pleaded.

There was no end to the torture he would experience from his friends. “Okay, so he said that my ‘going ghost’ catchphrase was cute-”

“OH HE SAID IT WAS CUTE?!” His friend screeched.

“My life is over, can’t believe I’ve died twice,” Danny groaned.

“Well probably three times depending on how you react to that first kiss,” Sam laughs.

“Oh, baby’s first crush, this made my day,” Tucker sighed, much to Danny’s dismay. He could only hope that neither spilled the beans to Jazz.

Later:

[itsallyscorner]

Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair. 

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”