#The dumbest thing is to get back with your ex because it Will only End bad

[youunravelme]

drops of jupiter pt. 1

author’s note: this is not a super light read, deals heavily with depression, though it’s never explicitly stated. think liability by lorde/this is me trying by taylor swift. also, this was meant to be one part but it got very long winded so i’ll try to release the second part within the next day or so.

warnings: cursing, drinking/getting drunk, depression

summary: being friends with your ex wasn’t the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, breaking up with him took that slot.

prompts: “I thought I was going to lose you.” / “i just need you.” / “what the hell were you thinking? / “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving.” / “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

now 

you weren’t quite sure what made you have that difficult conversation with him. what triggered the need to end things and get out of dodge? maybe it was the look in his eye when you joked around with his brothers? or how he said i love you later that night? was it because you were the first phone call he made after every game? or was it the comment he made in passing about his mom asking about you?

the reason, at the end of the day, didn’t matter. because you broke up with him four months ago, watched the joy drain from his eyes, and then stupidly agreed to stay in touch despite knowing that would have to be the hardest thing to date that you’ve ever done.

which is how you found yourself laying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan go around and around with the same sad song playing in the background like you were in some shitty coming of age indie film.

if jack were there, he’d be in bed right beside you, stroking your hair and offering to change the song. but he wasn’t. because you pushed him away before he could see you devolve into a shell of a human being. he only saw glimpses of that version of you before you ended things.

the thing no one told you about breaking up with someone is that you don’t magically forget everything you ever knew about that person. you could still remember how jack took his mornings slow and easy, which brand of protein power he used, and if you tried hard enough, you could still smell the scent of burnt broccoli.

he still lived rent free in your mind, and no amount of alcohol would ever change that.

then

“i don’t understand where this is coming from,” he started. “i thought we were happy.”

you looked down at your feet. “we were, i was, but i don’t know. something changed.”

he nodded and clenched his jaw. “is there someone else?”

your head snapped up to look at him. “what?”

“is there someone else? do you love him? i know i haven’t been very present lately but i at least thought that--”

“no!” you cut his rambling off as soon as you found the words. “i would never. i could never.”

“then why?”

you threw your hands in the air before putting your face in them and collapsing on the couch behind you. “i don’t know,” you said. “i don’t know. i think something’s wrong with me. i should be happy but i’m not and i don’t know how to fix it.”

“we can fix it together.” jack took the seat next to you and pulled your hands from your face to hold in his own. “we can do it.”

but you shook your head. “i don’t think we can.”

“so what’re you saying?”

“i think we need to stop this.”

“as in break up?” you refused to look him in the eye, scared you might find tears, or worse, he might notice yours. “if you’re gonna break up with me, at least look me in the eye when you do it.”

so you looked up and found that your fears were correct. the tears in his eyes only served to make them more blue. “i’m breaking up with you.”

now

in hindsight, maybe going to a bar alone wasn’t the best idea. but when you and jack broke up, he took your entire friend group with him. not that you blamed them, they were teammates after all.

“back again?” the bartender greeted you as you sat down. “the usual?” you nodded instead of speaking, just looking forward to the burn of the alcohol.

she placed the shot down in front of you, and you knocked it back a beat later.

“fancy seeing you here.” you nearly choked at the sound of the voice. or was it the burn of the alcohol? you couldn’t tell. you turned your head to see a smiling nico leaning against the bar.

the bartender furrowed her brow and walked back over to you. “are you okay? is this man bothering you?”

you shook your head. “old friend,” you explained.

“and her drinks are on me tonight,” nico said before ordering you both another round. 

“what’re you doing here?” you asked.

he shrugged lightly and took the seat next to you. “didn’t feel like sitting at home by myself so i came out to the closest bar to my place. why are you here?”

what would you tell him? you drink to forget? to feel? “i also didn’t want to be home alone.”

he pursed his lips but didn’t contradict you despite his face giving away that he didn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth. “how have you been? it’s been awhile since i’ve seen you.”

translation: since you broke things off with his teammate.

you shrugged. “nothing much, just going to school and working. i haven’t really done anything important in awhile.” nico didn’t respond, just chose to keep staring at you. “what?” you asked.

“you don’t look alright. are you okay? do you need something? money? groceries? if you need something--”

“i’m fine, nico. besides...” you trailed off.

“...besides what?”

“you’re his friend, i don’t want there to be conflict between you two.”

he laughed, like a full belly laugh. “last i heard, you two are still friends.”

“i wouldn’t say that--”

“i would! and besides, any friend of jack’s is a friend of mine.” you sighed and picked at the grain of the bar top. “listen, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine. but are you talking to anyone about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? you don’t seem like yourself.”

you met his earnest eyes and blinked back tears. “i don’t even know who that is.” and it was the most honest thing you’d said for months.

then

you sat in the chairs of prudential center staring blankly as your boyfriend warmed up. normally, you’d be staring intently at his smiling face, but all you could think about was the nearly failing grade you got on your most recent test. it was so bad your professor didn’t even hand it back, she just asked to “see you after class” where she asked if you were okay.

you were so tired of people asking you that.

winter was hard, but wasn’t it for everyone?

jack skated up to the glass and smiled, placing his hand on the surface. he didn’t say anything, but you could see the love all the same. you placed your hand in the same spot and gave him your best toothy grin.

it dropped the second he turned around.

you sunk back into your chair and waited for the game to start so you’d have something to focus on other than the gaping hole in your chest.

jack played well, scoring two goals and having a few assists here and there. the best part of the night was how happy he looked.

he’d be happier if you weren’t the dark cloud hovering over his head.

you pushed the thought away like you always did and met him after the game to say congratulations.

he beamed when he came out of the locker room, greeting you with a hug and a kiss. “have you eaten?” he asked, voice low enough just for you to hear. “dinner’s on me.”

“i--”

“hey hughes! let’s go out and celebrate!” nico called from over jack’s shoulder. “i could go for a burger and a beer right about now.”

“i was planning on taking my girlfriend out tonight--”

“no it’s fine, jack,” you started. “nico can come. i’d love the company.” and i’m too scared that you’ll see right through me.

he didn’t look convinced of your answer, but nodded anyway. “where do you wanna go?”

you shrugged. “doesn’t matter to me, you should pick.”

which is how you found yourself sitting in a random sports bar, watching as random men came up and congratulated your boyfriend and his friend. by the fifth person who came up to the table, you excused yourself from the table.

“you okay?” jack asked.

“yeah,” you replied. “just have to go to the bathroom.” you got up from the table and grabbed your bag just in case. it wasn’t that you thought someone would steal it, rather you didn’t trust nico and jack to keep a close enough eye on it and you’d seen too many apple air tag stories on the internet to be okay with leaving it unattended.

thankfully, the bathroom was empty, probably because it had seen better days, but that was neither here nor there. you took one look in the mirror before bursting into tears. you kept trying to wipe them away, but as soon as you did, more tears fell.

“what is wrong with me? get it together,” you whispered to the reflection in the mirror. you weren’t sure how long you were standing in there, wiping away tears until your phone buzzed with a text from jack.

you okay?

everything in you wanted to confess and tell him the truth. no i’m not okay. i’m having a mental breakdown in the most disgusting bathroom i’ve ever seen, i’m not even sure this sink water is clean.

but you didn’t. you couldn’t bring yourself to make him worry.

i’ll be out in a minute.

now

you and nico were stumbling out of the bar with your arms linked, giggling at something that definitely wasn’t funny. you weren’t sure how many you had to drink, but this was the first time you felt great in months.

“i can’t believe you said that to him,” you giggled.

“jacky boy was getting too uptight, had to loosen him up somehow,” nico slurred.

“why was he uptight?”

“you’d just broken up with him silly.”

oh right. 

you laughed.

“he should be here any second,” he said.

you stopped walking. “what?”

“well you can’t walk home this late and i can’t let you just take an uber. i texted him when you went to the bathroom.”

like he knew he was being summoned, jack pulled up in his car and parallel parked before hopping out. “you alright?” he directed his question to both of you, but his eyes were locked on yours.

“she needs a ride home,” nico said.

“looks like you do too, hischier,” jack replied. 

but nico shook his head. “nah, i’m two blocks away but,’ he leaned in and gestured for jack to do the same. “i think she needs a friend, she’s been sad all night,” he stage-whispered.

if you had any cares, you might’ve flushed with embarrassment and denied it, but the stars were out that night and you couldn’t remember the last time you got a good look at them. you were too busy gazing to notice jack look at you, and really look at you. it had been weeks since you’d seen each other, the last time being when you accidentally face timed him and he picked up immediately.

“you sure you can make it home in one piece?” jack asked.

“not my first time doing this, hughes,” nico grinned.

that didn’t seem to comfort jack any, but he let it go. “i want a text when you get home, got it?”

“yes, mom.” nico made a gentle attempt to pass you off to jack, but what he thought was gentle was more like a shove that ended up with your face in jack’s chest and his arms around your waist.

“i got you,” he mumbled. “let’s get you home.” he secured you in the front seat before jogging around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. he unlocked his phone and handed it to you. “put your address in.”

you shook your head. “i’m still at our place.”

he didn’t say anything, but you could feel his stare on the side of your face.

then

“guess we need to split our stuff up, huh?” jack said the morning after you broke up. he slept on the couch and ordered breakfast, getting exactly what you wanted. it was gonna hurt like a bitch to let him go, but it was what was best.

for him.

you sat at the kitchen table and started eating, waiting for him to start speaking again, a habit he’d picked up the past few weeks.

“i can move out, stay with nico or someone from the team until i find a place.”

you wanted to argue, wanted to be courteous and say you could do it, but you both know you couldn’t afford to find another place in such short notice. and with your lack of social circle, you didn’t have many friends who had room to house you.

“you can take what you want,” you mumbled. “doesn’t matter to me.”

if you weren’t staring at your food, you’d be able to see the pained look jack gave you. “none of this matters to you? we made a life here, and you don’t care what happens to any of it?”

you shrugged. “it’s just stuff.”

“just stuff,” he mumbled. “and i suppose what we had was just a relationship?”

your head shot up to look at his tear filled eyes for the first time that morning. “jack, i--” but no words came out. he even sat waiting for you to say something else before getting up from the table altogether and leaving you there.

you put your fork down.

you weren’t that hungry anyway.

now

jack slung your arm over his shoulder and walked you up to your second floor apartment. you dug your keys out of your pocket and shakily unlocked the door after missing the keyhole a few times.

if you were sober, you might’ve been embarrassed by the state of your apartment with the take out containers littering the coffee table and the unfolded blankets on the floor. you used to be the clean one in the relationship, now you lived in a pig sty.

but jack made no comment of it. he shut and locked the door behind you and propped you up against a wall so he could take off your shoes. he tossed them next to the door and led you to your bedroom. 

“why are you being so nice to me?” you asked as he pulled pajamas out of your drawers.

“put these on,” was all he said.

you changed in the bathroom and came out to him placing a glass of water and what looked like ibuprofen on your nightstand. “you never answered my question, jack.”

he looked up at you and sighed. “we’re still friends. friends do nice things for each other, right?”

“but i haven’t done anything for you?”

he shrugged and helped you into bed. “you don’t need to.”

he made his way to the door when you spoke up again. “jack, will you stay?”

jack sighed and turned around to face you. “i don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“i promise i’ll be good. i just need you.”

“you have me,” he said. “i’ll be in the living room if you need something.”

you fell asleep shortly thereafter and woke up to the sun streaming through the blinds and your head pounding like a drum. the alarm on your nightstand read noon. you’d slept longer than anticipated. you took the ibuprofen on your nightstand and stood up, the night before coming back like a tidal wave.

i just need you.

you wanted to throw up.

but you walked into the living room, fully ready to do a little dance around the piles of trash, only to find it spotless. the trash was gone, the blankets were folded, it even looked like the surfaces had been dusted.

jack.

there was a little note on the coffee table with his handwriting written all over it.

i meant to stay until you woke up, but i had practice. hope you feel better. it was good seeing you last night. don’t be a stranger.

you were gonna throw up.

[im-out-of-it]

PSA NOT A SUPER LONG RANT BUT ANOTHER SAPPY POST OF WHY I LOVE SHOW ALEC AND ALWAYS WILL I LOVE HIM SOOOOOO MUCH

one of the many reasons I will always love show Alec the most. this is something the books could never do, that CC would never have allowed. even after TMI, Alec is still not his own person. he can’t make any choices or decisions without thinking of Jace or being seen as adequate enough. I will never understand why CC has Alec not fluent in other languages and acts like it’s impossible for him to be. why can’t he be a damn good leader without someone saying “oh he’s good.” WE KNOW THAT BUT WHY DO YOU NEED SOMEONE SAYING IT?

she’s so desperate of trying to make jace this ultimate shadowhunter but who is the one who always saves Jace? ITS ALWAYS ALEC. but devil forbid he speaks another language or is a skilled fighter or is a fantastic leader. because in CC book world, everything he does has to go back to jace or some herondale because everyone always thinks about them.

I’ll never understand the whole learning languages thing because his ancestor Gideon knew Spanish, Thomas knows Spanish, some Farsi, and I might be missing another one? it seriously doesn’t make any sense to make Alec weak or unable to retain a language. Alec comes from one of the most powerful and strongest family’s(I’m biased but I think theyre best) and they show just how loyal they are. who is always saving jace? ALEC AND IZZY ALSO MAGNUS. who kills Benedict? GABRIEL LIGHTWOOD. who helps Charlotte? GIDEON LIGHTWOOD. who ends up dying for Cordelia? CHRISTOPHER LIGHTWOOD. THOMAS LIGHTWOOD also finished the anecdote in the first book that helped save people by that demon curse. and I’m pretty sure he could’ve solved the message thing that grace figured out. don’t tell me the person who spent the most time with Christopher couldn’t figure it out? Thomas isn’t a scientist but you can’t deny he is brilliant in many ways. CC has made a habit of underutilizing this family and it’s members. making Alec weak made zero sense to me.

I’ll never understand why she made Alec seem weak. not even touching on the biphobic part because that wasn’t necessary. and it’s only centered on TMI and TDA. Alec isn’t as bad in TEC. y’all want to know why? because she’s not the sole author. if you take a look at the first eldest curses book and all the whole of TMI, there is a HUGE DIFFERENCE

I’ll always love matt’s version of Alec. he cares about Magnus. Alec only makes sure that Magnus is okay and he shows just how much he admires and adores Magnus. Alec doesn’t go around and is like “oh I can’t speak a language, I can’t get over that my boyfriend has exes and I can’t jump as high as jace”, no he takes care of his own business. Alec doesn’t care about any smoke because he will call your ass out.

Alec comes out as a strong fighter. he takes the blame for all of clary’s missions and all the words his own mother has used against him. I do wish he would’ve stood up more to jace in the show but he does call him out a couple of times. I honestly think show Alec is to be feared. he put the inquisitor down, told both his parents how it’s going to be, is the definition of a strong leader. it never made sense why the two dumbest characters who can’t follow directions got charge of a institute in the books.

I’m super biased because I love the lightwoods but I’m so happy they changed his character and I don’t know if Matt had any ideas or was the reason but I love his character so much 🥰 I swear if they did the same in the show as they did the books, I’d be changing the channel so fucking quick lmao

[miracleandplagueau]

So I was looking through the rest of the posts for your au, and i have to say, it's becoming one of my favourite Miraculous rewrites.

I'm a massive Chloe fan, and any work that gives her a redemption I end up loving it. Speaking of Chloe, I was wondering what her relationships with her parents end up like in your au?

OHOHO I LOVE THIS PART SO MUCH

I'll start by just quickly summarizing the Queen Beeginnings Arc (Style Queen, Queen Wasp, Meledictator). In MnP It's very close to the canon version of the episodes... except for a few very important details.

On general, Chloe is still extremely attached to her mother and that way of acting. When she arrives from New York, Chloe becomes even more bossy, even more mean even when in the past episodes she really started getting better behavior-wise - all because she wants her mother to see her as an equal.

Getting the Wonder immediately feels like something she could REALLY use to make her mother see her as a daughter and maybe finally at LEAST stop mispronouncing her name, but even that doesn't work, pushing her to do even more drastic things (causing accidents on purpose). Anyway, yadda yadda yadda, Queen Wasp happens and she gives up the Wonder out of respect for Wonderbug.

And right here, in canon, the dumbest fucking thing happens. Marinette manages to unite Chloe and her mother by insulting both of them.

..............

Anyway, back to MnP

Chloe is fucking DONE. When her mother still dismisses her after helping to save her in Style Queen, after being a SUPERHERO even after akumatization, she's done trying to please her. When her mother announces she's leaving Paris (and possibly taking Jiayi) she storms to the landing site and gives her an Ultimatum: either she's staying with Chloe in Paris or she's convincing her father to divorce her. With Jiayi also refusing to go to New York for the time being, Audrey sighs and under pressure promises to try and be a good mother. Does that work? HA absolutely fucking not. Why do you think Meledictator happens?

In Meledictator, Chloe keeps pointing mistakes to Audrey and Audrey keeps on bugging her husband about how annoying her daughter is. After a while of this, Audrey decides that she is done trying and is leaving to go back to New York. Andre begs her to stay - after all, they're all a family now! Back together again! She not only dismisses him, but also announces that she's getting a divorce, because of "how badly he raised their daughter". This causes him to get akumatized, chapter goes on blah blah Meledictator is defeated and Andre accepts the fact that his marriage is broken and he needs to stop trying to please his ex. On the other hand, Chloe is ecstatic! She hosts a party to celebrate her mother leaving and invites half the school, anyone she could message really.

Then,,, something else happens hehe

In short, Chloe's relationship with her parents is rather tense. She uses her father's position to get what she wants and does anything to be like her mother with hope that this will get Audrey to notice her. When she finally realizes that she will never look at her and see a daughter, she gives up and attempts to break free of the toxic mindset she put herself in. After her parents' divorce, she is already mmidway through her redemption, give or take, leading to her starting to try and actually be kind to her father and seek comfort in someone who's always ALWAYS been there for her. I guess their relationship shifts to something similar that Zoe and Andre have in the canon? (I couldn't find a gif of Andre and Chloe so this is the best visualization I can)

Thanks for asking and apologies If the post is a little messy haha

[jenxcandy]

Look what you made me do…

Earth -42 Miles x Fem reader

Warning: lots of angst

A/n: you reader might not end up with the one you want to be with

Listen to this song while reading

Backstory:

Miles and reader were in a relationship but due to Miles being the Prowler a villain threatened to kill reader.So Miles decided the best option was to break-up with reader for their protection

Present:

Reader was in her room trying to write a song because she liked making and writing songs Miles was on his way to tell reader he wanted to break-up he had a deep pain in his chest he didn’t want to break-up with her but it was for reader’s protection Miles reached reader’s window he saw her sitting at her desk trying to create a song he knocked on the window reader allows him in and then reader started babbling how their trying to make a song then Miles interrupts her saying “ma,I have to tell you something…”.Then reader gave him the go ahead for him to speak “I think we should break-up” Miles said reader didn’t know what to say they were frozen and then they spoke “why Miles…” Miles had to come up with an excuse and said the dumbest thing he could say “I don’t feel the same for you anymore”that’s all Miles said before leaving.

Leaving Reader in disbelief a couple months go by reader still haven’t gotten over Miles she decided to write a song called “dancing with a stranger” it’s basically about the break-up with Miles and how she’s with someone new then the reader gets a great idea to make a music video for the song the music video starts off with reader arguing with their significant other and they end up breaking-up then the music video cuts off to reader at a party having fun with somebody new trying to get over their ex-lover “look what you made me do oh baby,baby Im dancing with a stranger” after the music video is completed it gets posted.

Miles was coming back from doing a job as the Prowler he gets home he changes out of his Prowler suit and lays in bed he then decides to go on his socials for a while and meanwhile he’s scrolling a post pops up about the new hit song,Miles decided to watch it and then the reader pops up in the music video and all the events that happen in the music video started unraveling the video started of with reader argument with their lover and breaking-up then It cuts to reader dancing with their new lover (in the video not real life) after Miles finishes watching the video he’s remembering how you guys broke up.He ends up regretting it Miles decided to make things right again and started heading towards your apartment complex it was 2 blocks away from where he lived he goes up the fire escape to readers window Miles was about to knock on reader’s window ready to apologize and make things right then his facial expression goes into shock Miles then sees reader hanging out with a guy in her room the room only he had entered laughing and having fun with this “guy” Miles then decides to leave but this time he was the one with a broken heart…

A/n: Do you think Miles will come back to win fem readers heart or will he move on? Anyway I wanted to write a fic with this song because I love listening to it Sorry it’s angst do you guys want a part 2? Let me know and tell me if you want them to drift away from each other or fall back in love I’ll write both ending (well I better start writing My Miguel O’Hara x daughter reader fic ;)

[truckreincarnation]

Shadow of Your Former Self || Chapter 3 Motive

You are Sinéad Horan. You're not actually related to One Direction’s heartthrob Niall Horan, but the collective attention span of the internet means you can get away with claiming to be his distant cousin every now and then, and still reap all of the clout that comes with it. It's not like anyone is a social mediasochist enough to connect your Wattpad account to your life, right? You have a circle of loyal followers who hang onto your claims, vague enough that you won't be crucified if they ever call your bluff, and believable enough that they want more. Life is good.

You are Krishnamoorthi Praveen. Ever since your relatives convinced you to get on Facebook, you’ve been obsessed with MouseHunt. There’s just something about the fun of collecting all the different variations of mice out there that tickles that competitive part of your personality, to the point you have published online guides about how to best exploit the Hunting Horn with cheat tools. Your mother disapproved of your addiction until you won a full scholarship to MIT for your programming work, and now she talks about you to anyone who will listen.

You are Declan McInerny. You've played soccer for the last ten years ever since your father proclaimed to his drinking buddies that you were the next coming of Ronaldo, and while you now get that he was only doing the dad thing and hyping you up, it's stuck with you enough that your first professional match has been scheduled for next weekend. If all goes well, you'll be substituted in during the second half, and maybe you'll get close enough to a goal to talk about the experience, and then people will start subscribing to your YouTube channel in earnest.

You are Reina. No one knows what your real identity is, but you’re a cosplayer with aspirations of going to Japan, and you’re probably in Europe based on when you say you’re going to sleep. You own two cats that you adore, and have a step-sister that’s younger than you by either two or three years after your widowed mother remarried. You have saved up money by attending community college, you own a bicycle, and you enjoy clubbing on the weekends because of the local music scene. One day, the cosplay community will know your name… At least, that’s what anyone has publicly ever found about you, and you think only about half of it is actually true.

(cw: implied transphobia)

You are Adrian Udella Susanto, and for the last few years, you’ve been sharing your journey of transitioning with people who genuinely support you. Well, there’s no way to tell how genuine they actually are, but it’s more than what your ex-parents have done, especially since they’ve disowned you over the summer holidays. It’s fine, there’s no love lost, and it’s worth being able to express yourself without the fear of being caned. Recently, you’ve had your eye on someone, and you really hope that they’ll understand and accept you for who you are too.

(end cw)

You are LMFAO4evafangirl20, or as you’re better known to your circle of friends, Yong Weiqi. You think that the news of them taking an indefinite hiatus is the dumbest thing you’ve heard, and now that it’s been over a year, you’re starting to dread that they’re never actually coming back to party rock again. At least you can be sure that Smosh will never split apart, right?

You are Madelyn Somerville, but your friends call you Lyn, and your new boyfriend calls you his lovely madeleine. It's a little cheesy, but you tolerate it because he adores you so much that he buys expensive gifts for you every weekend. This time, it's a pretty pearl necklace that's worth more than what you can ever hope to earn in a year, and you make sure to reassure both him and your followers that no, he's not just your sugar daddy this time, this loving relationship is very real. You hope they all understand you mean it too.

You are Chieze Iwuji, and you're the first of your family to go to a university. Canada is far away from your home back in Nigeria, but your father is determined to give you the best education he’s never had, and he doesn't begrudge you for feeling lost. But your sister does begrudge you, and you can't blame her; despite the fact she's older than you by half a decade, you're the first and eldest son, and thus the recipient of all the wonderful opportunities that are denied to her. You haven't spoken for two years now, and it hurts, it hurts to lose that part of your life because of choices outside of your control. You know what this degree will do for your future, but you just wish she understood there was a place in that future with you.

(cw: terminal illness, existential dread)

You are Kazunari Aikawa, and your life could end today. That is the reality you have lived with ever since you were diagnosed with a malignant spinal cord tumour months ago, but you have yet to give up hope. You make sure to vlog every afternoon you continue to shoulder the agony, to document every exercise, every procedure, every kind smile you can give in spite of the pain. You sign off each video with an earnest wish to meet again the next day. You understand that the streak of daily uploads to your channel might be cut off without warning one day, and there will be nothing you can do about it when there is already very little you can do about yourself. But as long as that record survives, as long as it might help one other person find their strength to persevere against all odds, you'll be happy. You're getting married tomorrow; this weekend, if you live that long, the laminectomy that will decide your fate. You're as ready as you can be.

(end cw)

BEEP!

The alarm sounds. It’s 7am, and soon, your father will be awake to make breakfast. You aren’t expected downstairs, but you go anyway because your family is the one part of your life that you don’t want to escape from. You forcibly pull yourself out of your own headspace, and start to close the hundred different tabs on your browser: the Facebook pages, the Pinterest boards, the burner accounts that you’ve made to follow and learn more about each individual life as an unknown, unseen presence on the internet. 

Eternally, occasionally gratefully, overshadowed by the stories of people far more interesting than you ever will be.

You step into your bathroom to wash your face, and tired, grey eyes stare back through glasses. You are Vivian Lockwood once more, and as you do every morning, you try to remind yourself that these invasive, nonexistent, parasocial relationships have to end somewhere.

They never do.

[booksstigmasun]

My Dark Desire (L.J. Shen, Parker S. Huntington)

Because if you don't appreciate the journey, how would you enjoy the destination?

Art is not stuff. He put his hand over mine to stop me from tapping my knee. It's a person's soul poured into the material.

Adults sometimes made the dumbest decisions. Dad called them impulses and said they were human.

What a terrible existence. If you couldn't mourn your losses, how could you celebrate your wins?

Dad always warned that the price of stupidity is always paid.

Hope was the cruelest form of punishment.

No one can devalue you without your consent.

Memories were a lousy ex. When you wanted them to gone, they stayed. When you wanted them here, they left.

Memories are a second heart. After you're gone, they beat inside the people you've left behind.

Stand up for yourself. Even against those you love. If you find yourself alone, they never truly loved you back.

Better no mom than one who bends you to the only shape she can love you in.

Here was the thing about loneliness - there's no such thing as a loner. Only someone who has tried to give others a chance and ended up thoroughly disappointed.

We can all write our own happy endings. That's why hope exists. It's our pen.

Hatred isn't about what you lack. It's about someone finding something they want in you and realizing they can't take it.

People who met their soulmate young never had to feel like they'd started a book on the wrong chapter and needed to read the beginning to appreciate the end.

This was the problem with giving someone a piece of yourself. Once they left, you could never get it back.

***

Друга частина в циклі Принців. Перша рітеллінг (?) Ромео, а друга про Попелюшку, яка згубила свою..кеду))

Загалом, ця частина сподобалась куди більше, ніж перша. Між собою вони, до речі, майже не пов'язані.

Тут набагато крутіша героїня, і страждання та поведінка головного героя має більше часу, місця і пояснення, ніж історія Ромео. Травма, яку пережив герой і як він почувався. Як його ростили в азійській сім'ї, його відданість матері.

Гарячі сцени є, важкі також.

Правда, чимось це все дуже схоже з циклом "Ніч Диявола" Дуглас. Я розумію, що обидва цикли дарк романи...але щось є таке.

Залишилась ще третя і ніби-то остання.

[thegeminisage]

QUICK update on the end of tng season 1 since i didn't have time last night. yesterday i watched "we'll always have paris" and then last night we also caught "conspiracy" and "the neutral zone."

we'll always have paris: NOT as bad as i feared. i did think picard making eyes at his ex for 20 minutes while her husband was dying in sickbay was kind of shitty of both of them but i REALLY liked the time distortion. it was soooo spooky and cool the elevator thing genuinely wigged me the fuck out

EVERY time picard tells data to stop talking i want to kill him <3

i'm surprised beverly didn't have a moment at the end where picard like offered her a kind word or something to help her with her Problems this episode but actually all she did was tell deanna she didn't want to talk about it and that was the end. ik it's doing her dirty but i actually respect her for that. none of anybody's business. i wish she'd stop crushing on picard though i feel like she could do better

anyway data's big moment at the end was very cool. i trust him so much he's my best friend

conspiracy: bugs bad. ohhh my god i can't believe none of you warned me

anyway it's weird because this should have been the season finale, given that it was brought up multiple times previously. or maybe only one time?

also love and light captain picard is the DUMBEST bitch on the face of this earth or galaxy or whatever. what part of KEEP IT A SECRET did he not understand...first he told deanna dnt hen will and then his ENTIRE bridge crew and then he went to confront the bad guys directly! yes it worked out for him but sir what the fucj

i did like that starfleet guys were basically getting hullened. killjoys i miss you. liked it less that there were BUGS.

i LOVED the riker fakeout but unfortunately i was hiding my eyes during that part because again, bugs

were walker and wesley's dad and picard like the three musketeers of tos...was this the implication...man that sucks. i would have actually been interested in that relationship if they had bothered to comment on it at all

VERY exciting to see a vulcan again!! so unfortunate that he was hullened.

anyway, for the buildup it got the actual resolution felt anticlimactic and very easily solved and it WASN'T EVEN. the season finale. whatever, tng

the neutral zone: WE'RE SO BACK. i like how this whole episode was an excuse for the romulans to be like lol we're back. that's an extremely bad and dumb premise but good for them

love that worf is anti-romulan. sorry about your parents king

those frozen bitches made me so mad. well just that one guy. i wanted picard to give him the business so bad. like when mike threw that fork in the bear. i don't even like picard and i would have been cheering him on. unfortunately he did not yell at the capitalist. even when the capitalist SNUCK ONTO THE BRIDGE.

guy with a southern accent did a good job. too good. don't like that

i felt the worst for the blonde woman bc she didn't ask for this but picard to will was like i need you to keep these people under control and he didn't and then he said to deanna i need to to keep these people undercontrol and then love and light she just hung out with this lady all episode. then when he was like (to security) gyet this man off the bridge they just stopped and stared at the romulans. what are we fucking doing on this ship

anyway even for all that data was right to revive them i can't believe so many people were incredulous that he wanted to do the compassionate thing and rescue a derelict vessel with human beings aboard. i thought starfleet was all about that shit?? jesus christ

anyway we are about to do "the child" and the summary looks bad so pray. pray.

[taeyungie]

'you need to stay in contact with him no matter what' ah.. i'm not off to a good start. after the call he texted me and showed me a screenshot of my contact photo (he changed it to something stupid i drew long ago) but then i noticed he has my messages on mute, basically so he doesn't get my notifications. if i wasn't hurt enough, that made me reply very dry but he kept going & i just ended up not replying to the last one. i did a few hrs later but not a real response, just a meme cause i saw your msg, better than nothing i guess. i'm having a really hard time to pretend i don't want silence. maybe he'll try to do this until my birthday, and maybe then he wouldn't feel guilty having space from me too. just a guess. or he is trying to not have silence kill things. i didn't understand why he was saying the dumbest things. but he did just kinda break my heart so it was hard to pretend i was fine. i actually cried a lot after that call, which is why texting him was hard.

'you have to understand that he is just trying to be happy too' this hit the most. you're right, he even mentioned how he was still around when i was with my ex, as my friend. and i feel very selfish cause i don't know how i could do the same. i'm not good at hiding my feelings. he also mentioned something very hurtful i did to him because i was in contact with my ex and it just dug the point deeper. i can tell he's tired of waiting.

wow your story. i didn't think of it that way. in a way it's even more heart breaking. cause i'm reading this and it seems to reflect the situation so well. but even if i'm the 1st choice, i might be going too slowly to matter.

he was telling me, "who knows if i'll see someone, i'm busy with school, but i'm just telling you this because if it does happen then you'll know." then i said, well you said you were busy now and it still happened. reassured me he obviously cares for me deeply.. but at that point i kinda zoned out. it started to feel like i was being let down gently. i guess i didn't even deserve that from everything i did and said before :(

i'm trying really hard not to close my heart. it makes talking to him hard. idk how i should talk to him now. i don't think we'll be talking everyday anymore. but after that call, i really am going to try and do better for myself so i can feel comfortable to see him. i just don't know if it'll be in time but i'll try. & thanks so much for your thoughts/advice it meant the world 💜

i understand it's hard for you to talk, take your time okay? don't force yourself if you can't bring yourself to even pretend, it's not good for you. he probably really doesnt want to keep up a bad atmosphere around you, hence he's trying to loosen up things with talking about anything, and i think it's okay as long as he treats your discussion seriously while it's happening. about the muted messages - it's something that i even do myself, but listen to me please. maybe it's petty as hell but personally i get extremely overwhelmed and i overthink everything, i hate confrontation 🤷 I know it sucks but that's just who i am and I am /scared/ I avoid negativity even when it comes from people I love, so if i didn't mute messages from a person with whom i argued i would honestly go insane, because waiting for notifications from them would be the only thing i think about until we are not on good terms again (which can take a very long time sometimes) and i would have a breakdown with every single ping that my phone would make, thinking it's them and that i have to come back to confronting painful reality, when i wish the negative and serious conversations never happened to me. that's just how i am, maybe he is like this too. i don't see any other point in him muting you.

so as you noticed yourself he is aware of his position and of what you were exposing him to, his behavior makes sense, right? i know you are pushed against the wall right now, sweetheart... but i think it's time for you to choose what is most important for you at the moment, some things can't wait.

it's easier to have people around in real life than to keep up a relationship long distance or online, remember about that love. it's easier to create bonds when you see somebody every day, that's why he wanted you to know that it is the possibility if he meets someone, it doesn't mean he WILL purposefully look for it to move on from you, that's not it at all. i think you just have to give yourself some time to rest and then make a decision, honey. when you cool down think about everything again and be brave okay? he did NOT reject you, he just needs a strong sense of security and to be sure. give it all a few days, and don't give up okay? we have to fight for the ones we love.

[gaaralover55]

I talked with this Klancer or KLANTIS! Yesterday and she started it all with saying that It was weird that I saw My brother like a mix of Lance and Matt (I forgot to write it in the earlier statement.)

She Said It was weird that pepole who might had kind of a sibling like relationship with their now husband or wife.

well Thats love for everyone. It’s strange and make you fall in love in someone you are close to.

But that means it’s not incest! If it have to be incest the person must be blood related or be Adopted to the family.

Which neither Keith and Shiro are.

Keith might Call shiro his brother But it can also be brother in arms or just scared that he might scare him away if he dosen’t say brother to him.

And During the black paladin Episode Why Keith say the Word brother again was because of stress. Because During situation like these we all fuction differently and say all kinds of thing to make it stop. And neither me or this klancer are Keith because he is his own Character who thinks not like me or her.

We can always relate to him But we Will never be him and know his real feelings.

And when I Said My argument to this girl she Said that My friend who dates her old childhood friend that was like a sister for her weird.

well this girl have to accept that love always evolve for pepole to pepole.

She Said she already knew it because she was seventeen and soon eighteen. She has not seen pepole perception changing To exempel after three to five years.

That the person you maybe once have seen as a sister or brother becomes your New lover or that pepole who Hated eachother can become the closest of love.

But this signs have not Keith or Lance showed in the show. Only Keith and shiro have showed this while Lance was way more intressed in Allura then he Will ever be in Keith.

And then she showed me another argument that was an article that Said ”Klance fans blackmail the studio so that there would be gay realationship”

Well this girl disn’t was that there Klantis who sended death threats to the writers, Voice Actors and the creators of the show. All because they wanted their ship to get real! So that is the so called ”blackmail” she called it.

And then she Said to many LGBT pepole could relate so much more to Klance then they could ever do with sheith. When on twitter there are LGBT pepole who could far more relate to sheith then Klance.

But when they Said that Klantis attacked their bloggs and Said they were homophobic and rasisct.

This is how My experience has been when talking to this Klantis.

She was always ignoring the death threats that had been sended all thoose years ago, always arguing that My ship was wrong because Keith Said brother to shiro Yet Lance was downright rude, mean and disrespectful against Keith even when he was the one choosen to be the New black paladin.

And this seventeen soon to eighteen year old girl dosen’t know a shit about how sensitive it is in the cartoon busisness.

If the writers ever made Klance real they would have angry parents on their necks because it would be to ”dangerous for the childrens mental health”

That also means that they can be suid for money.

Oh and one more thing before I leave.

When I was going to argument against this Girls statement with the so called article I took up earlier. She cut the messenger off and just Left like a immature little girl. Just because I was against her love for Klance.

[markdelonge]

Dating Jimmy Smith Jr...

what i think dating jimmy would b like :))) (+this was a request .. but im really excited to do it) ( sry if this sux ) (not my gif 🙏🏼🙏🏼)

• him sneaking in through your window

lets say you live with your parents / friends and they don't know yall are together yet so you sneak him in at night so yall can sleep together .

• late night conversations / late night drives

convos about literally anything, there's not a moment of silence when the two of you are together

• smoking weed together / getting drunk

literally become two of the most chaotic people in the room. you guys do the dumbest shit and don't give a fuck.

• going to all of his battles :)))

he doesn't really want you there. he says its "not safe" but you don't care.

• taking his clothes

wearing his hoodies all the time !!!!!! Jimmy loves seeing you in his clothes

• movie nights that don't last long

"You wanna have a movie night?"

"Yeah, I'm down"

*both of you are asleep by the end of the first movie*

• getting in trouble with the law together

this goes with getting high and doing dumb shit. lets just say if you guys get caught by the police again, they wont just let you off with a warning.

• watching lily when he can't.

lily literally loves you omg !!!!!! you love spending time with her !

• you're one of the only people he truly trusts

he's been cheated on and lied to by his exs so it took a while for him to warm up to you, but once he did, he told you everything.

• you're able to calm him down when his anger gets outta control.

you've gone over this breathing exercise the last time he had snapped because Papa Doc had tried to seduce you. now he tries to do that exercise or he'll call you if you're not around just to hear your voice because that calms him down too.

• he's very protective of you

hes beaten a couple of people up for trying to flirt with you, he wont hesitate to knock anyone out for you.

• hugs / cuddles 24/7

Jimmy is touch starved. so are you so what is there to complain about? (nothing, #welovecuddles)

• he's definitely wrote a rap about you.

a rap just for you :))) a lil (maybe twisted) love song. he wouldn't tell you about it. he'd probably add the song to a mixtape, put it on cassette and give it to you without telling you its on there.

• you are the first person he goes to when he gets kicked out

whenever he gets in a fight with his mom, you're the first one he calls / goes to.

• drive-in movie dates

you had told him once that a drive-in movie was your idea of a perfect date and he took you to one of your birthday :))))))) now its something yall do it pretty regularly.

• sitting in his lap

this goes back to the touch starved thing. he loves it when you sit in his lap. sometimes he'll tell u that he needs to tell you something and once he gets you to come over to him all he'll do is pull you into his lap and (maybe) leave small kisses on your neck

• yall sing together all the time

• doesnt matter if u can sing or not

• yall share music taste / cassette tapes

the two of you are both in love with music, it would only be right if you shared the type of music the two of you enjoyed.

• thats all i have

• i am truly sorry it took as long as it did

[maxislvt]

Paradise From Hell

Summary: One grave mistake from your beloved manager lands you on one of the most notorious dating shows on the planet. You try your best to huff and puff your way through the season you'll be trapped in the house, but it seems fate had other plans for you. Stuck between your ex and a potential lover, will you survive?

Warning: Shitty girlfriends, awkward boyfriends, discussion of break ups, drama, not much this chapter tbh.

A/N: Sorry to all my Carol lovers, because she is not too kind in this but it's okay because every story needs an antagonist to some extent. Also major props to @cultofelizabetholsen for sending me this wonderful request and kicking off this amazing series!! i had so much fun writing this and can't wait to continue it :) hahah no I totally didn't repost this because I forgot the tags teehee

Series Masterlist

"No, absolutely not. I just won't do it!"

Your manager sighed and put the contract back in the crisp manila folder. "You're overreacting! It's just one season of a dating show. Plus, after you-know-who, your romantic life needs a little kick!"

Your manager meant the world to you. Keeping you booked, busy, and well paid. She was a sweet woman, but someday she had the dumbest ideas on the planet. Signing you up for a dating show without warning because you refused to go out and get a partner — was definitely one of her worst. By no means were you entirely above the world of reality television, but you would like to think you were better than being on some dating show. Big Brother, Master Chef, hell, even Survivor Island wasn't off the table for you! But some random start-up dating show? Not.

"No way! Burn it, rip it, and throw it in the trash can, whatever it takes to get me off the call list," You demanded. It sounded bitchy for your standards, but you couldn't believe your manager would betray you like that. "If you want me to go back to reality tv, that's fine! I'll do masked singers again — but I'm not going on a dating show." Before your frustration turned to genuinely ugly anger, you stopped yourself. You turned away from your beloved manager and gave yourself time to calm down. "I'm sorry, that was very rude."

"That's quite alright. We all have our moments."

You nodded slowly before speaking in a much calmer tone. "Thank you, but can you please terminate the contract? I'm really not up for this kinda thing." The stiffness of your spine decreased as you watched your manager flip through the pamphlet. However, the uneasy look on their face brought it right back. "What's wrong?"

"The termination period ended three weeks ago…and you're supposed to be ready to go by the middle of next month," Your manager mumbled while slowly closing the packet. "...I'm so terribly sorry."

"I'm going for a very long walk."

^^^^^^^^^^^^

Three hellish layovers, two weird introduction videos, and now one of the lamest parties you had ever been to before. You weren’t much of a party animal to start, but a half-assed masquerade by a pool wasn’t ideal for anyone. However, you refused to sour the mood with bitterness, so you decided it would be best to settle down at the bar. One copper mug filled with Moscow Mule because only the best alcohol could prepare you for the hell you were about to face.

“That’s a strong drink for a lady like yourself,” An oddly posh voice said from your left.

You turned your head and looked up. There wasn’t much that stood out about the man in front of you. That was mainly because of the mask that covered his facial features, but the trunks clinging to his waist were rather plain compared to everyone else’s. “Well, a strong drink to combat some strong feelings,” You said before taking another sip of your drink. The longer you looked at his mask, the bigger your impulsive urges got. “Did they let you pick this mask?” Without even thinking, you flicked at the elongated nose and giggled.

The man cleared his throat and stood up straight. “Um, no. I was the last one here. This was all they had left.” The shyness radiated off him in waves. You almost felt bad for just being the cause of it. “I came over because you seemed a bit—”

“Alright, party people, gather around!”

Before your masked friend could finish his sentence, your lovely show host arrived.

You turned your head and any hope left of having a peaceful time on the show immediately disappeared. “Loki,” You said through gritted teeth. Of course, it was him. Why would any random show host have access directly to your manager? Everything made sense. The shady contract, the lack of information on your castmates, and even the shitty masquerade party. “Is this secretly the first season of another show you’re hosting, or is this exactly what I think it is?” You already knew the answer.

“It’s what you think it is,” He proclaimed before clapping his hands together. If his personality wasn’t so charming, you would hate him.

You drowned out the rest of his lovely introduction. You’d heard it a million times before. Ex on The Beach, Loki’s new reality TV show about finding new love or falling back into an old love. The show wasn’t awful. It was just extra drama you didn’t want in your life. True love couldn’t be found on some dramatic TV show for millions to watch for entertainment. Even then, the chances of seeing your ex were gut-wrenchingly terrifying. It was better to die alone than ever try finding a partner here. Death itself would be better than getting back with her.

“Alright, beautiful people! Mask off!”

You were the first to rip yours off, eager to get to the house claim and room you could hide in for the rest of the show. At least you wouldn’t have to share a room with someone else. Your eyes scanned over the people you’d be sharing a house with. Some of them you knew. Tony Stark: the playboy coming from old money and had a strange thing for cars. Thor Odinson: A heart of gold with the best intentions. Peter Quill: Calls himself Starlord, insists he didn’t steal from The Weekend, and is a bit of a try-hard. Monica Rambeau: A welcomed surprise for you, your best friend since preschool, and definitely the only person you would trust through the whole thing. “Moni!”

“Y/N/N!”

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

“Would you two like to explain how you guys met?”

You never expected to have your first confession this early in the show, but you were thankful it was with your best friend.

The smile on your face never faltered. “Of course, but I think most of the people watching us already know it.” Your body moved in sync with Monica��s as you mirrored the excited movement of her hands. “When we were in preschool, my mom had actually forgotten to bring some of my school supplies. Obviously, not having crayons is the biggest deal in the world because you’re stuck with the shitty community crayons.”

“Fortunately for somebody, my mom gave me a sixty-four pack of crayons with the sharpener.” Monica wrapped her arms around your shoulders as you hugged her. "We were kindergarten married and we almost have a kindergarten baby!"

"So, did you two get kindergarten divorced too?"

"Oh, yeah it was a mess," You replied and dramatically pushed Monica away from you. "Someone wasn't up for sharing their rainbow goldfish so, I called things off since she didn't care about me or my well-being!" A fit of laughter filled the studio as you and Monica continued to ramble on about your rocky kindergarten relationship. Then suddenly you straightened up and made a serious face. "We got back together a week later because she got me a stuffed zebra from the zoo."

"Our romance was actually incredibly toxic!"

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

After the ground rules and expectations were laid out, you were quick to enter the house. With Monica close by, you were less averse to the whole situation. Still not interested in romancing anyone, but calm enough to at least play nice. The abundance of groceries in the communal kitchen made that incredibly easy. While everyone else mulled over the potential list of exes and new partners, you decided to brush up on your culinary skills.

"I really hate to bother you, but I believe we talked at the party earlier."

Your ears wiggled as you struggled to recognize the voice behind you. "Ooh, yeah you're the guy with the long-nosed mask! Sorry about the flick, couldn't help it," You giggled before turning back to the dough ball in front. Having a conversation wasn't exactly on your radar but he seemed nice enough. "You're Vision, yeah? I thought your little introduction video was cute."

His face went red and he nervously fiddled with the buttons on his t-shirt. "Oh, um thank you. Felt a little uncomfortable reading so close to the ocean. They promised me it would be okay but it slipped out of my fingers and straight into the second the cameras cut off," He punctuated his sentence with an awkward laugh. It became less awkward once you began laughing with him. A joke didn't do much to deter his tense spirit, but he was intent on carrying on the conversation. Unfortunately for Vision, you'd caught the eye of nearly everyone else on the show and they weren't going to lose you to some bumbling book nerd.

"Oh, it appears we have a little chef on our hands," Natasha said as she leaned against the kitchen countertop. As if it was as easy as breathing, the woman stole your attention away from Vision. Mainly because it was that easy. A crooked smirk, smooth voice, and finger quickly heading for the bowl of brownie batter in between you two — you were hers in not even half the time. "Awe come on, just one dip?"

You shook your head and pulled the bowl further away from Natasha's excited fingers. "Absolutely not, other people have to eat these and I'm not letting your little jogger fingers ruin it for everyone else." Though you wanted to stay firm in your no, it seemed Natasha had puppy dog eyes far too strong for your heart and you conceded faster than you denied her. "Fine, find me some pretzels and chocolate chips and I'll let you lick the spoon!"

And just like that, Vision was pushed to the background and practically forced out of the kitchen. It was like that every day for a week. He'd approach and suddenly everyone in the house wanted to show you something. Tony rambled about his tech company. Natasha needed a cheerleader while she worked out. Quil spent hours showing off all the places he traveled. Monica seemed to be the worst of them all. The others clearly had romantic intentions, but Monica seemingly just didn't approve of him. She never said it in his presence, but it was clear as day. A week had gone by and he hardly even got one conversation in.

As if his luck couldn't get any worse, The first three exes arrived shortly after. Competing for you with the other housemates was hard enough, three more would be impossible.

The group made their way down to the shore and sat on the beach chairs laid out for them. Of course, you and Monica shared one and Thor was able to wiggle his way onto the tiny bit of space left over. Then there was a human brick wall between the two of you. As Loki blabbered on about love and rekindling old flames or making new ones, Vision found his eyes wandering to you.

"Well, let's give it up for our first ex, Steve Rogers!"

The group whistled and cheered as a beautiful blond man made his way out of the water. Everyone seemed rather pleased by the man in front of them. Well, everyone except Tony. "Back in the water Blondie, no one wants here!"

"I don't know, Stark, I definitely have to disagree with you on this one," Thor joked before nudging your side. "So, what caused you two to break up? I just need to know before I start making some moves."

Steve laughed just as boldly as Thor spoke. A perfect match. "Well, Tony just couldn't let go of his playboy habits. There's nothing wrong with it, but I just didn't want that for myself," He said calmly. Despite his attempts at being professional, he was clearly caught off guard by the staring. "I'm looking to give Tony a second chance but if he doesn't want it, I'm willing to move and find someone new!" Steve was cute, but your eyes were already wandering to the woman riding from the waters behind him.

"Lovely ex number two! Wanda Maximoff," Loki shouted excitedly as she gestured to what was easily the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen.

Her swimsuit was a bit more modest than what the other girls wore, but you were more than capable of apprenticing the view. The one-piece covered her stomach but her toned arms and plump thighs made your head spin. You didn't care how obvious your staring was, Wanda was hot and you needed to take all of it in as best you could. As if you weren't roped into her web of beauty and confidence already, she looked back at you. It felt like magic. Some mysterious force dragged your eyes all the way up Wanda's body until you locked eyes with her. It only took one look into those perfect emerald orbs for every defensive measure you put around your heart to absolutely crumble.

"Well, go on. Introduce yourself to your potential suitors!"

Wanda smiled. It was easily the prettiest smile you'd ever seen. Bunny-like teeth poked out at her bottom lip and slightly crookedness made it all the more endearing. "Well, I'm Wanda Maximoff and I'm Vision ex-"

"You pulled that?"

A fit of laughter broke out amongst the group but you were quick to shut it down. A swift elbow to Thor's side and coughed loud enough to signal everyone to lighten up. Your attention shifted back to Wanda. "So, um, what happened," Thor asked, still clearly in disbelief.

"She wanted to go see…," Vision mumbled the last bit of the confession and turned his head. Whatever he was trying to say must've been embarrassing. Vision blushed a lot around people, but you'd never seen him so red before in your life. "God, just tell them what happened. They've wounded my pride enough this past week," He grumbled.

Wanda shook her head. "We just weren't working out. He wasn't willing to cut it off officially but I just wasn't going to wait for him. When my other ex offered to show me her puppies, I just went over there without thinking." She laughed as she spoke. It was a wonder Vision had any chance with her in the first place, but she clearly over him at this point in her life. "I just wanna move on from here. If I meet someone, that's great. If I don't, then I just don't. No big deal." She shrugged and stepped to the side. Wanda had hardly spared Vision and glance. Her attention was on. Neither of you believed in love at first sight but there was something between the two of you.

"Who do you think is telling the truth," Monica whispered to you and Thor. It was more a yell and Vision definitely heard it, but not a single one of you was concerned about his feelings at the moment.

"I think it's the truth, but the sad truth," Thor said through a near obnoxious burst of laughter.

That something seemed to be one of your biggest mistakes, considering you recognized the dirty blonde hair before she even fully got out of the water. "No, go back in the water and drown! Right now, go away!" You carelessly flapped your arms before turning to bury your face into Monica's shoulder.

"Awe come on, we didn't end on that bad of a note. Did we?" Carol smiled at you and stretched her arms, as if she expected you to run up and hug her. She awkwardly let them fall when she realized you weren't budging from your seat. "Well, I'm Carol, but if you're my special someone — you can call me Vers!" She threw a wink your way but you simply returned it with an unimpressed furrow of your brows. "I'm hoping to get back with Y/N, but if that doesn't work out I'll accept getting some real closure."

You huffed out in response to that, but decided to not cause more of a scene.

"Well, I think we should give our exes some time to talk. The rest of you head back up to the house."

You shook your head and quickly stood up. "Nope, no need. I've got bread to put in the oven!" Before anyone could object, you hopped out of your seat and began the walk, well run in your case, up to the house. You could already hear Carol shouting after you as you walked back up. It didn't make any sense to you. Why would she agree to come back to you? She broke up with you. You weren't upset about that by any metric but that wasn't going to make living with her any easier.

Carol was quick to follow after you but you were intent on ignoring her. "Come on, baby. Don't be like that! What happened to 'me and Vers?' I just want that back." Her hand reached out to grab yours, her grip needlessly harsh. "Just gimme another chance, please? You love me," She said as she attempted to pull you closer. For years that was how she got you. Twisted your words and then threw them in your face. You'd be hopeless against it.

But you were a lot stronger than that now. You snatched your hand away and stepped away from her. "I loved you, Carol. As in at one point I used to really care about you, but I just don't anymore. Meaning I don't want anymore of that 'me and Vers' stuff. I just wanna be myself for now." Despite your bold words and attempt at sounding strong, you cracked. Carol was everything to you at one point and anger alone wouldn't be able to separate you two.

Carol tensed up, clearly confused by your sudden lack of affection toward her. For as long as she'd known you, you'd been nothing but a pushover. Just something waiting to be taken advantage of and used by other people. You should've been thankful she was trying to take you back. Better her than someone who didn't give a shit about you. "Okay, you're still upset. I get that. I'll be here until you're ready to come back to me," She said with pride that she had absolutely no reason to be holding.

To say Carol struck a nerve was an understatement. She'd struck your entire nervous system but you refused to give her the satisfaction. She didn't deserve one. You took a deep breath through your nostrils and turned around. "Have fun waiting," You whispered before making your way up to the house again.

Though you were strong enough to not blow up in Carol's face, that energy needed to be released somewhere. You wouldn't dare risk exploding at your roommate. Unfortunately, the only thing you were comfortable with harming at the moment was the unused pasta dough you'd saved in the fridge the night before. The poor ball was ruthlessly slammed and folded against the counter for what could've been hours until someone was bold enough to snap you out of your anger-fueled trance.

"I'd hate to step on your toes here, but I think you've kneaded the dough more than enough." It was Wanda. Her accent was foreign to your ears but the sound of it was almost enough to melt your stress away entirely.

You cleared your throat before your mind could wander any further. A sigh escaped your lips as you held the dough up above the counter only for it to snap in half almost immediately. "I promised everyone pasta for dinner tonight, but I guess we'll have to do takeout." You got ready to throw the ball in the trash only for Wanda to guide your hand back. Normally, you'd be averse to sudden touch — especially after the grip Carol subjected you to — but Wanda's was soft. It was like you were as fragile as porcelain.

Wanda gave you a soft smile and slowly grabbed the ball from your hand. "I'm sure we can do something with this. You worked hard on it, there's no need to throw it out!" She quickly wrapped the ball in plastic and gently placed it in the fridge. "I can help you with the sauce and stuff while you redo the pasta. Teamwork makes the dream work!"

You couldn't help but giggle at Wanda's excitement. "I think that'd be wonderful, thank you," You said, just barely controlling your excitement enough to speak. Carol never entertained your interest. Monica tried her very best, but she was a mess in the kitchen. You both agreed it was best to keep her as a mouth to feed. It seemed you and Wanda were about equal in the kitchen and it made cooking all the more enjoyable. The two of you talked about nearly everything you two could think of while dinner was being made. The pasta dough had to rest a bit before being rolled out and cut into noodles so you decided to help Wanda finish the sauce.

Wanda smiled as you stood next to her in front of the stove. "I'm sure you don't wanna talk about it, but what's the deal with you and blondie over there," She asked and gestured her head toward Carol's direction. Respecting privacy was important, potential suitor or not. However, Carol had a mean stare and it hadn't left the back of Wanda's head since she approached you. "I get the feeling you want nothing to do with her, but…"

You leaned your head back and caught a look at Carol's face before she could twist it into a fake smile. What must've been your fifth sigh in the last hour escaped your lips. "We broke up six months ago and I haven't talked to her since," You said whilst shaking your head. Though you hadn't talked to Carol since you broke up with her, her tactics remained the same. "Don't even worry about her, she's only puffing her chest out because she thinks you'll take me from her." You cringed at the mere thought of "belonging" to Carol in any capacity. You were almost embarrassed you even dated her in the first place.

Wanda's arm smoothly snaked around your waist and pulled you close until your hips were touching. "Well, I'll happily play bodyguard if it means keeping her away from you," She whispered into your ear. A bold move, but the results were effective. The height difference between you two wasn't much to write about, but it was an advantage she'd happily abuse if it meant seeing the adorable tint on your cheeks again. Wanda could almost feel the heat radiating off of your face. It heavily outweighed the intense glare your ex was giving her from behind. She leaned in closer to your face.

For a moment, you considered leaning in. You swore of finding any love in this forsaken house, but god Wanda was so pretty and it was only a few centimeters between the two of you. For a moment, you tilted your head forward and just took in Wanda's scent. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter had lulled you even closer to her. You were so close to her. Just one push forward and that'd be it. However, it seemed the timer had other plans and completely ruined the moment. You cleared your throat and turned around to handle the pasta dough and cut off the timer. "I'm gonna, uh, work on this over here. Just watch the sauce for me."

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

A frustrated grumble left your throat as you made your way down the confession corner. You hadn't been called down nearly as much as the others, so you were a bit confused. You plopped down the stool and swiveled it from side to side before settling down. "Can we be quick, Mr.Strips is gonna get cold." You yawned and stretched your arms.

"We just wanted to do a check-up on how you feel."

You sighed. "I'm doing alright. I'm happy to see Monica moving on, I like baking a lot now, but I still don't think anyone has caught my eye just yet." You shrugged and got ready to stand up, but stopped when you noticed the monitor in front of you. A groan slipped through your tightened lips and you sat back down. "Is there anything else?"

"So how are you and Wanda getting along?"

Caught red-handed. After she arrived, you and Wanda hit it off almost immediately. If you weren't forcing Monica to cough up details about Darcy, you find yourself comfortably wrapped up in Wanda's arms. Maybe she found a book to read or a new recipe to try. Either way, you really enjoyed being around her. It wasn't like that, was it? You shook your head and straightened up. "Nothing is going on between us, but I really do like her company." Like was an understatement, but you weren't up for feeding into the situation given. Maybe Wanda didn't like you at all and secretly wanted Monica. Maybe she was just bored. There could've been a billion reasons why Wanda was hanging around you. You didn't want to get your hopes up.

You were much too tired to catch the knowing glance the cast behind the screen shared, but you were thankful they let you go quickly. If you had only heard what Wanda said about you moments earlier.

[davidmariottecomics]

It's All in the Execution

Hello again! 

Today is the Trans Day of Remembrance. It caps off Trans Awareness Week. It's a somber occasion. And, content warning for gun violence, hate crimes, injury, and death, this year it is particularly somber as we're reeling from the tragedy at Club Q. It is doubtless that these two incidents are connected. And so today we remember Daniel Aston, as well as the others who were killed. We remember the countless other trans lives that've been ended prematurely. This is going out awfully late into the evening, but please take some time to mourn and grieve and hope for peace and justice for those we've lost. 

In terms of practical action, tell a trans person you love them. Maybe send them some money. You can also donate to the Colorado Healing Fund. Or Trans Lifeline. Or the Transgender Law Center. Share this map of informed consent HRT facilities. Follow up with your representatives on any anti-trans legislation in your area. Advocate for your communities and be willing to protect the people in them, by force if necessary. 

To get the other serious matters out of the way up top, there are a few comics creators who could really use your help right now. My friend Jeffrey Veregge was diagnosed with Lupus last year and is still hospitalized and his family needs assistance. Tess Fowler and Chris Gutierrez are currently dealing with their own medical emergency. And those are just the ones directly on my radar. 

And, finally, our attention turns to Owasso, Oklahoma, where a public school library did one of the dumbest things I can remember hearing about in recent memory: at one parent's complaint about one book, Blankets by Craig Thompson, the school pulled ALL the graphic novels from the shelves for two months and are planning on returning them and adding new ones, but only after every single book is examined page-by-page by an adult who can flag any possibility of sexual or other offensive material. I can only hope that Tim Reiland's daughter grows up to be a more thoughtful individual than he is and that the people in charge of this library are reminded of their duty to present challenging material. 

With that all said, I'd also still like to talk a bit about the execution of thematic goals in your work, but if you're too drained, I get it. You can come back later. 

This year, Becca and I have been seeing a lot of horror movies. In college, I started getting more into horror and now it's probably the genre most likely to get me into a theater. So far, the two best horror movies we've seen this year are neck-in-neck: Pearl and Barbarian (with X, the other movie in Ti West and Mia Goth's trilogy landing as a solid 3rd, and TBH, we still haven't seen Nope though that's on the agenda for the coming week). I could and will gush about Pearl and X at some point soon. I'll also throw in a good word for House of the Devil, which I feel is a very closely related movie, also by Ti West. Sorry, getting distracted already! Anyway, the point is that A LOT of the movies we've seen this year have been thematically very similar, including those two. But the other three perfectly illustrate a sort of Goldilocks scale of execution of an idea. 

The Poppa Bear of the group is Men. I know this movie's very divisive. Some people quite like it for reasons I can't explain. Like Poppa Bear's soup which was too hot or his bed which was too hard, Men was an unpleasant experience. The premise is Alex Garland read a couple articles about feminism and decided he should make a movie about how scary men are to women, forgetting that he already made that movie, Ex Machina. A traumatized woman working through a violent incident in her life goes out to a small English town and all the men in town are portrayed by one actor (an actually impressive feat, but not so much so as to outweigh the movie's flaws) and she thinks she's going crazy because they're all one guy and then the last third gets supernatural, but more importantly, super stupid. "Men are scary" is a really simple theme to build a story on and a worthy one because they are (see above). But one of the things that makes men scary is that they are capable of so much in the real world. That's what Men forgets. Sure, it recognizes that men abuse women physically and emotionally, particularly through gaslighting, but one of it's biggest failings is that as the story continues, the horror becomes removed from that reality. Is it gaslighting if all the men look the same because they're actually played by one guy and also are after you personally? What's the deal with the big "horror set piece" of the story being all the men who are the same guy birthing each other out of the mouth and other assorted made-up holes? It's clearly chosen because there're historically strong connections of womanhood and childbearing (reinforced by the ultimate arrival of the pregnant friend), but uhh... other than her friend being pregnant, it has no bearing on the main character's lived experience. It's just seeing a man do a "womanly" thing like giving birth that's "scary". And that's not scary, nor is it particularly smart commentary because it doesn't actually have anything to do with why men are scary. Anyway, do yourself a favor and don't watch Men. It's the pits. You can watch Ex Machina instead. Or maybe you could watch...

The Momma Bear of the group is Don't Worry Darling. Another divisive movie. This one's debatably a "horror", it's more psychological thriller, but I think those're inter-related enough to count. Like Momma Bear's bed, it's not firm enough. The premise is Harry Styles and Florence Pugh live an idyllic 1950s-esque planned community, organized by the mysterious Chris Pine. While Harry, Chris, and the other men go off every day to work on a mysterious project, the women are restricted to the community and to lives as housewives. But all is not what it seems... Spoilers: The men? Slightly scary. Unlike Men (BTW, hate that as a title because it makes talking about other men in the same analysis so hard), rather than turning the systemic oppression of women into a tête-à-tête between one woman and one many-man, it actually explores things on the levels of real communities and the power dynamics that men have both historically exercised and that many men seem to still fantasize about. Genuinely, the highest praise I can give this movie is that the female-gazed horror is a male-power fantasy. It indulges in the reasons why men act the way they do and in doing so actually gives it a reason to be scary. In terms of it not being firm enough, it's a bit unevenly paced and toned, so the stakes don't really feel material for most of the movie--there's too much mystery about what's going on that even when the audience knows something is wrong, they don't feel that the danger is imminent. It's a solid 6.5 or 7 out of 10, but again, you'd probably be better off watching the director's other movie, Booksmart. Or, you could watch... 

Barbarian is a movie you should go into with very little knowledge. The Baby Bear of the group all you need to know is that it is just right. Nah, but like, if you usually check content warnings before horror movies, do that, otherwise, the only description you're getting from me is a woman of color shows up at her AirB&B only to find that it's already occupied by a man claiming he rented it who invites her in to sort things out and from there things happen. And, hey, that premise--already more realistically scary than either of the other two because that's shit that could actually happen. It is a complex movie that manages to actually have something to say--and was written and directed by one of the Whitest Kids U' Know (which I just found out, the twists keep coming with this one!). But, suffice to say, by the end of the movie, you'll get that men are scary and why and have that layered with so much more. It's a masterpiece of filmmaking and of using your story--the location, the cast, the pacing, the plot elements--to tell a cohesive story that not only covers the thematic message you want to convey, but embodies it and grows into something more as it continues. 

This is going awfully long again, so let me conclude with two last things. 

1. The live reenactment of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip by Alec Robbins, Grace Freud, and friends was AMAZING. Some of the funniest comedy I've ever had the pleasure of seeing live. If the TV show had been half as good as this one-off reenactment, I actually think it would've lasted more than a season. I don't know that anyone will ever be able to see it if you weren't there, but it was magical! 

2. Becca's got their last artist's alley of the year on Tuesday. It's NiteNite Night with Biz Baz Club and New Motion Brewery. There'll be artists selling cool stuff just in time for the holidays and karaoke! Becca's going to have some new merch debuting! It'll be a good time! I'll be there too, but only to help Becca. More info in the image! Hope to see you there! 

Pic of the Week #2: As promised with the other post this week, here's a not great picture I took of Tiansheng and I cuddled on the couch when Becca was out of town earlier in the week. He's cute! 

[happyselves]

Budapest { Lando Norris x reader one shot }

Breaking up sucks as it is, but to be dumped in an airport where you were going to a grand prix of formula 1 was worse … It was both of your dreams and he renounced it because of insecurities toward you. Admitting a “mistake” he had made with one of your commun friends, sleeping with her. You had to think fast in that airport, either you leave and go live one of your dreams or you step out of his place and go back home and cry for weeks. The answer was quickly found. You leave him and his baggage, not turning your back, deciding to not cry for the asshole you had spent so many time building a life he had destroyed in a snap of his fingers.

However the grand prix didn’t happen how you wanted it to. You had not really thought of him, too busy with the environment around you, sharing for your favorite drivers, freely wearing his merch that you had bought because you didn’t have any reason not to know that you didn’t have someone telling you off. Your now ex used to hate when you were showing your obsession and fascination toward the young driver that was Lando Norris. The dit driver had a great start but all his effort went in vain when the Mercedes driver hit the back of his car and ruined his race, forcing him to retire.

At first you didn’t know how to react, but when you saw him on the big screen in front of you, all the sadness and frustration and all the anger and hatred toward your ex boyfriend was transferred to this. You wanted to leave right away, but you stay, to support your team because Daniel Ricciardo was still in the race. You cheered as much as you could, exhausting yourself mentally and physically but it wasn’t enough and the number 3 car was too damaged to reach the point in the head. It was a shame, but that is the hard law of this sport. After this terrible race you had no heart in celebrating the win for Ocon even if you were extremely happy for him, so you went back to your hotel and went to bed.

The next day was quiet and you spent time in the city, you didn't feel great so you just walked through the city and visited stuff … alone. This time no crowd and loud car could distract you from your own thoughts. Your ex boyfriend was all you could think about now. The memories you had together, the dog, the apartment. By leaving and not facing it you were pushing the moment and you knew it will hurt even more next time you will have to face him.

It was the evening and it was getting cooler, you get your merch hoodie out of your bag and wear it. You find a nice spot on a bench in front of the river crossing the city and you put yourself in a cocoon, your legs closed to your chest and your head on your knees, hugging yourself for comfort as you watch the sunset. The tears came on their own, you were lost in your thoughts and you didn’t notice the man sitting next to you. You were so lost that you were now hearing Lando talking to you in your brain.

“You know it’s a pretty spot to watch the sunset, but not alone,” You puff a quick laugh, even your own mind was making stuff up and you didn’t know why, but you were ready to have a full conversation with yourself. At least your brain was nice enough to create someone that looked like your favorite driver. “ That’s funny, I’m that desperate that I’m talking to myself now, great, next stop the psy,” you weren’t waiting for any response, but you got one anyway. “ Well maybe your brain isn’t making this up ?” Another sound came out of you, were you ready to have a full argument with your own self. “ It wouldn’t be the first time I’m daydreaming about a handsome man talking to me out of nowhere, but I know my luck, why do you think I got dumped just before going on vacation ? I’m nothing … “ You were resigned, the tears kept falling and the pain kept coming. “ Well then he is an idiot, to let a beautiful woman, with great taste may I have, go. This man is obviously blind.” You had a great imagination to be able to hear Lando’s voice so clearly in your head that it felt like he was just next to you.

You turn your head toward what you thought the voice was coming from and there he was, sitting next to you, looking at you with fondness. Damn you really needed help if even your blurry eyes by the wet tears could recreate his whole body and face in front of you.

At any point you thought it might be true even if you were both in the same city, the odds were too big and he would probably be in his hotel room by now enjoying some games with his mates on his computer or watching netflix.

“ That’s not fair that you create this for me, I do not deserve to have such a beautiful daydream like this, seeing him this weekend from afar was one thing but to now trick me and build this masquerade in my mind to ease my pain, that’s really new brain.” You were feeling crazy and you were trying not to sound like one, you were talking to yourself and you were scared that others will think of you as someone with less sanitary than an average human being.

Yet, your fake Lando get closer to you and start touching your arm, you didn’t even flinch when you sense his touch, you know you wouldn’t be able to feel anything because if one thing you learn is that touching isn’t a sense the brain is capable of reproduction to the perfection in your brain when you are dreaming. Then why were you feeling it, why suddenly his touch felt so reassuring and real. You blind repeatedly trying to wake yourself from this sweet dream you were living because this couldn’t be real and it was starting to feel scary.

Lando didn’t move his arm from you even if you tried to gently push him away and put some distance back between you. You weren’t certain this wasn’t reality anymore because as you took his arm, you felt him, your grip on him was real. You lock your eyes on him, focusing on every detail of this creation in your own mind. You knew the shirt he was wearing and the shorts as well, you knew how he looks after running as well so that was a normal thing, but every little detail of him only a person being super close to him could imagine, that you had never experienced and yet here everything was here in front of you. He never felt so him and so real in the flesh. Your fingers found the scruff on his chin and felt the small hair tickling your palm.

That’s where you realise … Lando Norris was in front of you, in the flesh as real as you wear. You come back right back to your senses when you see the sunset and keep drawing beautiful colors in the sky. Lando was amused by the situation, you weren’t.

“ Oh sleeping beauty is coming back from the daydream ?” Somehow he arranges a lock of hair missing on your face, putting it behind your ear. You jerk at the touch now knowing that you were imagining things. You stand up quickly and try to avoid him, walking like a lunatic in front of the bench right to left. “ You know, you are the first fan I've met that acts like this, quite refreshing. “ You stop and track and look at him, really look at him.

“ How do you know I am a fan of yours ?” If this wasn’t the dumbest question you had ever asked, you didn’t know how to be more embarassing of yourself.

“ Well at first I wasn’t really sure, then I saw you on that bench, curl up in a small little ball wearing my hoodie merch, then you basically confirm it when you thought I was a pure product of your imagination,” You were hiding your face now, you bet your cheeks were red. You were mortified to ever have thought you were this desperate that your brain could be creating him, but even more when you knew he had to witness that.

“ I’m sincerely sorry, I ruined your evening run, “ You were apologizing to him, ready to take your bag and run away from this situation, to forget everything that happened. It wasn’t the best timing for you to meet one of your idols, that’s not how you had imagined things to go if one day you would have the courage to try and meet him.

As you tried to take your bag, he stopped you and took your arm. It was like the first, but this time all you could think about was the butterflies appearing in your stomach. Lando was the only person you could dump your boyfriend for … your ex-boyfriend. Before you had time to dive in your thoughts once more he spoke to you.

“ Please don’t go, I should be the one apologizing, I let you think you were insane because I was amused and you’ve made my day to be honest. I felt less alone. “ He was brutally honest suddenly and your heart shattered even more, making your recent break up put on the second plan, focusing on the man in front of you only.

It’s true that you didn’t notice at first, but he was looking tired, not only physically but mentaly. He brings you closer to him, silently asking you to sit where you were in the beginning.

You were both smiling to each other and without any of you being able to control it you end up talking a long time on that bench, not realising it was now dark. Only when Lando’s phone buzzed did you both realise that you had been exchanging your deepest secrets to each other, telling each other's life like you were best friends finding their way back to each other. You even forgot he was a famous racing driver at some point, not caring much because you were now truly seeing the man behind the helmet and you like him even more.

You sense a sort of sadness when he picks up his phone to respond to his manager. Of course they were worrying, he told them he was gone for half an hour, not three hours. You thought he would lie about where he was, being cheeky and keeping his privacy and you were ready to take that small hit behind your head that you bring you both back into your respective life, otherwise he surprised you once more by being honest and telling his manager the truth. He was smiling at you and his eyes were glued on your face with that same fondness you thought your brain had made up earlier. He hanged up and his body turn toward you.

“ So as you can guess I have to go, but I have the feeling that if I don’t ask to come with me, it would be one of the biggest mistakes of my life, so … “ He was scared to continue, evaluating the reaction on your face, but he must have seen something in you that confirmed something in him and made him continue, “ I’m not applying anything, it’s to talk obviously, but would you like to accompany me to my hotel and maybe see each other again ? I’m leaving wednesday night, of course you can refuse I wouldn’t take it bad”

Two choices were now in front of you and you could only choose one. The first one was obviously saying no and going back to England where you are from and facing the hard reality of your ex and the second one was to push your plane ticket to next wednesday and spend time with him. There was actually nothing to think about as you simply said yes to him and followed him to his hotel that night. You didn’t do anything, only talking and even meeting the whole team. You tried your best not to fangirl like a teenager but you couldn’t help yourself showing the admiration you had for everyone of them and they already knew with the hoodie you were wearing anyway. That night was one of the best in your life, you talk all night in his room and end up falling asleep on his chest. It is the first time since you’ve been alone that you finally find peace in your sleep and truly rest and somehow you felt it was the same for him. This is why he asks you to stick around with him, even for the Pirelli test. You were not only living your dream now, but you were living it with him and it was even better. You felt lucky and you were now wondering what would have happened if you had not gone to that place and kept those grand prix tickets. You could care less, Lando made you forget all the pain this ex of yours had afflicted you for the past week. You had fun and everyone was so welcoming and nice to you, explaining everything around the paddock, you even found yourself laughing with Daniel Ricciardo at some point during the day.

The looks you send to each other on the other hand were far from being only friendly, there were something more. Your body was acting on its own and he was so receptive to it. Everyone in the garage could sense something that both of you were ignoring, but they were polite enough not to make a word of it or tease the young driver for it. You were secretly thanking them to not make this moment awkward, you were already still thinking you were in a deep dream or coma, not wanting to wake up just yet.

The day went fast and ended up in a nice dinner in his room, still talking and joking. At some point it was the second night in a row you fell asleep on him, while watching something on tv. It really wasn’t your type to trust a stranger even if this one was famous and you “ knew him “. You didn’t want to live dangerously,but for sure that difficult time ahead of you was making you enjoy the best of life without thinking about the next day.

Lando was stroking you slowly as he was finishing the movie you were watching before you found Morphee, kissing your head before turning everything off and joining you in dreamland as well.

You were sure the people at your own hotel were wondering where you were,and when the next day you finally came back to it, Lando quickly behind you, you could swear you had seen a smirk flashing on the front desk woman’s face. You hadn’t expected the man next to you to find a way and arrange the plane ticket you had to take for going home, to be weirdly the same plane as him and the seat next to him. You both didn’t really want to come back to reality and go to your respecting mundane life just yet.

The last day was as good as the day before other than that bittersweet feeling you had depe down, not wanting to let this go just yet. You didn’t know how you could enjoy this little bit of life he had show you, you were already addicted to this lifestyle, to that travel, hotel and paddock life, this crazy life of him and most important you knew how fucked you were because you realise soon enough that you were already addicted to him quite simply.

Both of you were staying quiet about your soon departure from each other and until the last moment you didn’t aboard the subject, but every good dream had a end and it’s on that parking lot when you saw the whole team leaving one by one to find their car that you realise it was the end of his fairy tale. Lando had held your hand tight the whole time, you were ready to let it go and leave this mind forever when he decided otherwise and asked you where you were going tonight now that you weren’t with your boyfriend. You hadn’t thought of that of course you hadn’t, how can you think about this when this beautiful and genuine nice man in front of you had replaced as quickly as he came in your life all your thoughts. It’s like he knew right away and didn’t let you answer, your luggage was already in the lack of his car with him and you were both driving to his place. Every woman would be afraid, why weren’t you that was the question.

“ I’m not ready to let you go, I don’t want to, “ That what he said to you as he pull his car in front of his house before adding up, “ I don’t even think I will be able to let you go ever in the rest of my life, “ You didn’t know what to say to that, you were only focusing on him, only him and the only thing you could think about right now was the close that damn gap between you two and kiss him. So you did and it was even more beautiful that the fireworks on national day, the butterflies in your stomach were moving so much that you could feel yourself flying except you were still in this car with him, his hands in your hair, messing the already messy bun you had for travelling, savoring every bit of your lips for the first time, like it was the last. When you finally pull away from each other to catch your breath, your forehead finds him.

“ I’m not going anywhere. “

MASTERLIST

[elias-code]

The Feeling’s Mutual - c!Techno x Reader

PT 1 because I‘m taking too long lmao

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!Reader, Philza, Quackity, Charlie S

Summary: [from an ask] The reader is kicked out by Quackity from Las Nevadas and was forced to roam around to look for somewhere to live and they end up in Techno’s cabin after passing out in the tundra. At first, you have a shared hatred of each other, but you end up warming up when you figure out he’s been making you breakfast.

Warnings: Exile, mild malnutrition, corruption

————————— Enjoy :3 —————————

“Ooh! I get to go visit you now! Like a vacation!” Charlie cheered.

“No, Charlie,” You sighed, continuing to follow him out of the city, “I’m getting exiled. I don’t think Quackity will let you visit me,”

He frowned, confused. He wasn’t the best at understanding broad concepts like exile and all the drama that brought it about. He just thinks you’re one of his best friends, and that Quackity is also his best friend. Now, Quackity was in no way your friend as you once were. He banished you for the dumbest thing, just because you challenged his integrity. Unbeknownst to Charlie, Quackity was giving away trade secrets, rigging elections and his casinos. You didn’t join him to scam people, you just wanted a new start after L’Manburg.

You walked with him in silence past the bright neon lights and street lamps of Los Nevadas. You were never going to be allowed back here, even though you built half of the damn place.

“So if Quackity doesn’t let me visit, can you visit me?” Charlie asked solemnly.

“Again, probably not,” You stuffed your hands in your pockets and half-smiled at him, “I don’t think he wants to see me back here. Ever,”

Where were you even going to go? No one would take you. Quackity had made many enemies, who were, in turn, yours, and now no one you were allied with alongside Quackity will be friendly except for Charlie. But Charlie was his lapdog, nothing could touch him and you weren’t going to be allowed around him anymore.

Your enemies list was vast, all the way up at the top, finally overtaking Technoblade, was Quackity. Congrats, Big Q, you piece of shit.

Charlie stopped at the end of the road, finally realizing this might be the last time you see each other. He wanted to cry, but he held it back. There’d always be hope, he could sneak out, you could sneak in. But you’d have to do it all in secret, and it just didn’t feel right to him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Charlie,” You said.

He smiled weakly at you and pulled you in for a slimy hug.

“We’ll see each other again someday,” He stated.

You wanted to believe that, but the pit in your stomach just sank further as the embrace came to an end. You’d have to get going, this would be the last time you see him, or Los Nevadas for that matter, in a long time at least.

-

You spent days wandering. Just as you suspected, no one would take you in. Not even Niki because of your governmental associations. You found the occasional scrap of meat or stale bread in some chests along the prime path, but you felt so sick to your stomach that it became hard to eat anything you found.

From the desert to the ocean to the plains to the tundra you roamed. You hunted with what little supplies you had.

There had been no food for days now, the snow was the only source of water within sight. There were no signs of life, no people, no animals, only the occasional dying tree to sleep under in the blistering cold. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the blizzard came.

Blinding white all around. The only sound audible was the whistling of the wind in the frozen, rotting branches above you. At this point, you’d gone numb, the only thing you could feel was your heart beating heavily in your chest as you lost consciousness.

-

“We couldn’t just leave them out in the snow, Techno! That’s just cruel!”

“They’re with Quackity, Phil. Don’t make me explain this again,”

“I’m not going to let you throw them back out,” Phil explained, “No one would willingly come here, Technoblade. They have a reason, I know it,”

You opened your eyes cautiously. It was warm, you were covered in a thick red cape and a few blankets, the fire next to you was roaring. Whatever argument was taking place had moved further into the distance, out of earshot.

Everything ached, but at least you were warm. You let yourself come to your senses. Maybe the exile was all a nightmare. Maybe Quackity wasn’t a dumb bitch after all. But where were you? Whose bed was this? Whose-

It’s Technoblade’s cape.

Your eyes widened as you shot up out of bed. The pain in your legs was sickening, but so was being in this man’s house. You ran to the fireplace and grabbed some sharp steel tongs, meant for poking at the logs, for protection. His footsteps moved closer, the conversation was over.

You brandished your weapon and prayed for dear life.

The door creaked open and he stepped through, shutting it behind him. He stared at you, looking down at the weapon and then back at the tossed bed. He looked unfazed by your threatening pose. You were more scared than he was.

“I lend you my cape,” Technoblade points at the bed, “And you decide the best move for you is to stab me?”

Guilt crept into your throat.

“What am I doing here?” You hissed at him.

“Phil found you under a tree,” He chuckled, “And decided he wanted to adopt someone else,”

“Aren’t you supposed to kill me or something?”

“Why? Should I?” He threatened, taking a step towards you.

You stepped back, bumping into the table behind you, “That- That’s what you do,”

“If it were up to me, you’d probably be buried in the snow by now.”

You scowled at him, rediscovering past hatred towards him and using that to fuel your rage.

“I’d rather be left out there,” You spat, “Not stuck in here with you-“

“Again, I agree, but Phil is the one you should be angry with if you don’t want to be here,” He rolled his eyes and held his hand out.

“I’m not giving this back to you,” You growled.

He stepped forward and snatched the spear out of your hand, tossing it behind him, out of reach. He leaned forward and hissed in your face, “Don’t try anything, kid,”

You swallowed your pride, weak and unarmed. Whether you liked it or not, you’d have to stay with him for a while. No one would take you in, so it was either deal with Technoblade or die. You might as well use this to your advantage.

-

Days went by where you never even saw Techno. Phil took care of you most of the time, but he didn’t have any room in his house with Wilbur being there and all, so you were forced to sleep in Techno’s cabin. It became easier and more manageable as time went on. The only time you ever really saw him were the latest hours of the night when he’d come home and, if you were lucky, at dawn when he left.

Breakfast usually materialized at your doorstep every morning around the same time. Sometimes it was yoghurt, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes cold meat and oatmeal, but it was always delicious. You suspected Phil was behind the mysterious meals, that was until you asked him about it.

“I don’t think I ever said, but thanks for breakfast,” You smiled at Phil as you helped him load firewood into the horse’s saddlebags.

He looked at you, perplexed, to say the least.

“What breakfast? Don’t you just eat whatever Techno has?” Phil replied.

Your stomach turned, letting the past couple of weeks turn over in your head. You shouldn’t have assumed Phil was the one making your food. You should’ve asked before you just started gorging yourself every morning.

Phil watched as you turned pale and hopped on the horse. He thought that you just ate whatever Techno had in his pantries, and never questioned it. Now, all was revealed. Techno had been making you breakfast.

For most people living as a guest in someone else's house, having breakfast brought to their door would just be seen as a sweet thing, but it was dangerously blown out of proportions when it was your ex greatest enemy doing it without you even knowing. You silently reasoned with yourself that if he was going to poison you, you’d be dead already. That comforting fact backfired as you realised he could have killed you so easily. Your emotions were on a rollercoaster, and your stomach sank deeper and deeper as the more intrusive thoughts crept in.

You needed to catch him in the act. Something about The Blood God making you breakfast created sentiments of self-worth out of thin air. Part of you wanted to prove it to yourself, and part of you wanted to embarrass him for it.

-

The familiar shine of daybreak made the room glow orange. The fire had gone out that night, as it usually did, but the cold felt like nothing now that you had a mission to accomplish.

You slipped out of bed, clad in leggings and a simple green shirt. The floor was icy on your bare feet but you trodded out the door and down the stairs, heading for the kitchen.

The dining room was salmon-pink, highlighted by the bright orange flickering coming from the fireplace. It was already warmer down here than it was upstairs, the fire must’ve already been on for a while by now. The kitchen was out of view, but you could already smell fish frying from the base of the stairs.

Making your way through the archway, you spotted Techno’s red cape on its hook by the door next to the thick winter coat you loaned from Phil. Below them, both were black boots, sprinkled with half-melted snow. The floorboard below you creaked when you stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

Techno spun around, startled by the noise. His face flushed with guilt temporarily but was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow and confused eyes.

“What are you doing awake? It’s five,” He implored.

“I could smell the salmon,” You shrugged and moved towards him innocently.

He turned back to the fish and turned the stove off, sliding it onto a plate.

“What’re we eating today?”

“You just said,”

You scoffed and conceded. It was a dumb thing to ask, but he wasn’t supposed to answer. It was only meant to highlight the reality that you knew what he’d been doing. Nothing in his expression, now unreadable, made you think he didn’t know that you knew he’d been making you breakfast.

He gently pushed by you, letting his arm brush against yours. It made your heart skip a beat, probably out of fear, you told yourself. Your skin went cold, but you followed him into the next room where he put the dish on the table and gestured for you to sit.

“You don’t seem to hate me anymore,” You mumbled.

“I never said I hated you, just that I don’t like you,”

“Well, you don’t seem to not like me either,”

He blinked at you and sat across the table from you.

“Where are you going today?” You said with a mouthful of food, “To do mysterious things, I imagine,”

“I was going to stay here today, actually.”

You stopped eating.

“I finished my mysterious duties,” He mocked.

Well, he wasn’t going to budge on where he’d been going the past few nights, but that wasn’t particularly important right now. What caught your attention was that he was staying here for the day. Again, meaningless to most people, but with him, it was surprising.

He began snickering, just at your face.

“I was never the one that hated you,” He laughed, “You were the one who brandished that poker at me,”

Your face flushed red with embarrassment, “I can be resourceful, at least,”

He continued to laugh at you, the absurdity of the situation hitting him with full force. Right now you wished you could hit him with full force.

“Alright, alright,” He took a deep breath, “I do have some questions for you,”

You looked up at him, annoyance plastered on your face.

“Shoot,”

“Why are you here instead of Las Nevadas?”

“Because Quackity kicked me out, and-“

“How did you know I made you breakfast?” He cut you off.

“I asked Phil, but-“

“Why did Quackity kick you out?”

“I asked him too many questions, just-“

“Do you still hold any loyalty to him?”

“No, but-“

“Questionnaire over, thank you for participating,” He stood up and excused himself from the table, heading back to the kitchen.

-

Techno never left again after that. He stuck around and made an effort to make you annoyed and uncomfortable every chance he could get. It was becoming a sort of game with him, and you were more than happy to play along. It made it easier to get along with him in general. There’d be no more dreading seeing him, no more awkwardness surrounding your avoidance.

Now, you had other things to be awkward about. If you passed each other a bit too close in a doorway, when you tripped over a rug in the living room, the fact that you were sleeping in his bed, the abrupt flirtatious nature of the man you were now sharing a room with.

You never really thought about it, but before he moved back into his room onto a makeshift bed, he’d been sleeping on the couch. He’d wake you early in the morning when he’d get up to make breakfast, and whenever he did leave to run errands, he’d wake you late at night when he came home.

One morning, around eight, he woke you purposefully.

“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he whispered, gently shaking you.

You groggily complied and eventually found your way to the front door where he was waiting for you.

“No breakfast?” You asked.

“Breakfast after,” He said, opening the door.

He was dressed in his usual clothes, but he carried a large satchel with him. Inside were different scraps of leftover meat and some bones. He didn’t tell you what for, but you were too tired to ask anyway.

You followed him through the fresh snow, crunching under your feet. It was drowned out by mindless conversation that you both kept up to stay awake. He brought you to a distant hill in a clearing, where a cliffside was awaiting. The conversation stopped as he told you to wait, and he went over to the wall and pressed a rock into the stone.

You could faintly hear the sound of pistons firing before the rock slid down slotted into the floor.

The sound of dogs barking filled the forest as hundreds of dogs and puppies spilt out of the entrance. Most of them went running to Techno, who was now holding the bag aloft, out of reach from the dogs. Some of them ran to you, their tails wagging happily at their new potential playmate.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He shouted.

“Holy-“ You stopped and pet the large, black dog that jumped on you, “Where’d you get so many dogs?”

“Long story,” He began to throw chunks of meat into the writhing pile of hounds, who were now obsessively sniffing you.

“I do this three times a week,” he said as he made his way over to you, “It’d get done a lot faster if you could help now that you’re living here full-time,”

“Wait,” You looked at him blankly, “Full-time?”

“That’s the idea,”

You thought for a moment, “Where am I going to sleep?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said, handing you some chunks of meat to throw.

By the time Techno’s bag was empty, it was almost noon. He shephered them back into the cavern and shut the door behind them. They were very well trained, when he commanded them all to sit once they got inside, there was no hesitation. The puppies were confused at first, but they followed along with the pack flawlessly.

Leaving the clearing, you talked with him freely about your plans for the future at the cabin. It didn’t mean you’d live there forever, knowing Techno, he might end up being hunted out of the tundra eventually. But for now, you were sticking with him.

It was strsnge to think that you were once mortal enemies, staring each other down on the battlefield with nothing but rage coursing through your veins. Now, you were cheerily chatting about what it would be like to settle down together. Between the two of you, mutual feelings of respect and redemption. The distrust was long since buried.

[hyessify]

"10 Things I Hate About You" Bruce Wayne x Famous!Reader

Summary: You sing about your toxic ex, Bruce and the Batboys hype you up as your ex is in the crowd.

A/N: Yes I am a Bruce Wayne simp and I'm not ashamed🫶🏻 also I live for hypeman!Bruce

The crowd cheered for you as you sang.

"Sometimes I miss when we were in it" You were getting ready for the chorus.

"So I made a list so I never forget, all the things I hate about you!" You pointed to your ex as the stage light went to him.

You spotted your loving husband, Bruce Wayne, and your kids cheering you on and snickering at the fact that your ex was red in the face from embarrassment and anger.

The crowd laughed at your ex who stayed there grumpily, the stage light focusing on him for a good 5 seconds before turning back to you as the chorus started.

"10, you're selfish!

9, you're jaded!

8, the dumbest guy I dated,

7, talk a big game till' your naked!"

"ONLY 6 SECONDS AND I HAD TO FAKE IT!!" You sung your heart out as the crowd sung along, loving this part. Your husband and kids being the loudest.

"5, you're toxic

4, can't trust you

3, you still got MOMMY issues!

2 years of your bullshit I can't undo

1, I hate the fact that you made me love you" You rolled your eyes at the last part of the song you wrote as everyone cheered and your ex just stayed there, staring at you.

You sang through the whole song and it finally ended. The crowd clapped and cheered for the final time, by that time your ex got lost in the stampede of people, but your family still stayed in the VIP section you specifically assigned for them.

"Hello Gotham City! I hope you all enjoyed my newest song '10 Things I Hate About You' dedicated to my ex who cheated and broke my heart." You fake pouted as the spotlight moved to your ex again as everyone booed at him.

"But enough of that, I'd like to thank my dear husband and sons for helping me write this song!" You held your hand out to Bruce as he looked surprised and reluctantly took it, you helped pull him up to the stage with a bit of struggle, while your boys followed.

"I would have never made it this far without each one of you guys. My love, you've encouraged me to live my dream from the start. Dickie, you made me realize that it's okay to want to be loved. Jason, oh Jason, you showed me how strong a person can truly be. You've been through so much and I'm so proud of you for handling it, my boy. Tim, You taught me to never give up, no matter how hard the situation is, because their is always a way. And my baby Damian, you are so so strong and smart at such a young age, just like your father. I am so honored that I am the first one you ever considered 'Mom'. Thank you, all of you, for showing me that a family can truly be happy." You kissed each one of them on the head, and passionately kissed Bruce on the lips, to which he responded with the same amount of love.

Thousands of "Awww"s and "Cute!!"s emerged from the crowd, while your sons gagged and ran down the stage, leaving just you and Bruce alone, under the stage lights.

"I love you, Bruce." You whispered so only the two of you could hear as you buried your face in his chest.

"I love you too, darling." He kissed the top of your head and carried you backstage.

_____________________

Yeah uhm, definitely not my best work, I've been busy lately but realized I haven't wrote in awhile so.. yes

[ykwrites]

If it's not a bother, could I request Tomura, Shinsou, or bakugou comforting their s/o after a fight? They get into a small fight over something unimportant, but because of past trauma, their s/o takes it really personally and assumes they're either going to leave or scream at them? Feel free to ignore this for any reason!! I could just use the comfort :')

Hi, friend! don´t think even for a second that you are bothering me! it makes me happy to see people are interested in my writing so I´ll gladly do it :)

I am aware I took a little long to respond, but I was just having a mental breakdown and left tumblr for a lil bit.

I hope you are having a great day and enjoy my little take on this request hehe

Pairing: Bakugo x reader.

Warnings: A lil angst.

Rating: SFW.

Bakugo couldn´t really understand why such a small argument blew up this way, his head went around in circles wondering what he did so wrong that made you go inside the bedroom and softly cry under the covers.

Maybe he screamed without realizing, or said something bad he didn´t remember.

He decided to give you a bit of space, sitting in the couch and reminiscing the fight over and over again to find all he had to apologize for. At the same time he knew he wasn´t so good with feelings, and had a hard time showing you how much he cared.

The whole thing started over taking the damn trash out.

''I will do it later''he had said, laying on the couch with his phone on one hand and a soda on the other, not really listening.

''You said that this morning''you huffed, clearly frustrated.

''There is no rush''

''Okay, I´ll have to end up doing it, as always''

''I told you I´ll do it later''he peeked over his phone to see you standing with your arms crossed in front of the trash can.

''It smells already''you complained, opening the can to take the trash bag.

''Stop that, I will do it later''at this point Bakugo was kind of annoyed.

''No, you won´t''

''Damn it, y/n!''he raised his voice, tossing his phone on the couch and getting up to take the bag from your hands ''why are you so pushy?''

''What?''now you were even more mad ''I was about to do it myself! the problem is that I always ask you to help and take the fucking trash out and you never do''

''Because I do it when I want to! it´s going to be done anyway!''

Maybe then, Bakugo really screamed, because you just stepped back, eyes watery and sad before running inside your bedroom.

You were right after all, and at this point he only wanted to comfort you and make you feel better.

He got in the room slowly, afraid that he could scare you away and without lifting the cover off you he sat on the bed and put a hand on your back.

''Hey, dumbass''he spoke softly ''are you okay?''

Not hearing a response, his heart broke a little.

''Listen, I´m sorry that I screamed at you, I can´t believe this happened over stupid trash''Bakugo tried to apologize ''I mean, I´ll take it out every night, even put an alarm or some shit so I don´t forget''

You moved just enough uncover your head and look at him.

''Please, I know I am a dickhead most of the time and you don´t deserve that''

Bakugo expected anything but what happened next, instead of cursing him out, ignoring him or maybe accepting his apologies, you cried harder, making him panic.

''Oh, no''he said ''What did I do? am I really that much of an asshole?, I am so sorry''

''No you are not''you finally spoke in between sobs.

''Huh?''poor boy was so confused.

''You are not that much of an asshole''

''I guess I should say thank you, but please explain why you are crying even more now''

''My ex left for hours or even days every time we argued, didn´t respond to texts or calls, ignored me and told our friends that I was insane''you explained, trying to sound coherent ''And then came back saying their hearts didn´t let them leave such a worthless person, that no one could love me but them''

''Number one: that is the dumbest shit I´ve ever heard, you are not worthless, what the actual fuck was that fucker on?'' Bakugo stated firmly ''Number two: what does that have to do with the trash?''

''I panicked, got flashbacks''

''I will need that person´s address, for research''

''No''

''Whatever''he clicked his tongue loudly and crossed his arms, looking away for a moment ''you are very worthy to me''

A warm fuzzy feeling tingled through your body, instantly smiling without even realizing.

''Katsuki''you called, making him look back at you ''I love you''

''Yeah, whatever''his ears turned red ''I love you too, dumbass''

''I know''taking an arm out of the covers, you tugged on his shirt until he was laying next to you, looking all flustered.

''I will listen to you the first time you tell me to do something''

''I highly doubt that''you laughed.

''You wanna bet?''Bakugo challenged, gently caressing your cheek.

''I will win, so ok''

''What is the prize?''

''A couple of kisses''you answered, making him smile.

''Let´s make it three or four kisses''

''Deal''