#and he is like yeah my social standing will probs take a hit but okay i am fine ^_^

[iniyaas]

#LIKE HOW WOULD HE FELT ABOUT THE MOVIE...it was about him too#he thought it'd be made in order to avenge him so he probably didn't get the message the first try but#he said he still liked it#I say he was almost convinced but his self-hatred prevented him from having been so#it had his TERRIBLE past in it too and he's just.. okay about it. he even funded for it. he's depressed;; he's in despair.#...it's a good thing that the movie was made out of Ai's loving wishes towards him because this guy's heart is so wounded the way I see it#spoilers#and yet he does manages to sound pretty kind. I think he's really strong...#like how Ai was strong but weak.. he's like that too

AGREE!

movie screening

[karlajoyner]

Omg Ik I write to a lot and your prob sick of but I just got this great idea for a Charlie/Owen fluff+smut. So your having dinner with the guy at your place and your end up talking about how you’ve never had a prom and then he puts on Can I Have This Dance from HSM3 and you dance around the room with him. When the song ends you kiss and he says something smooth about what people do AFTER prom and he treats you to unforgettable ***. I think this is a more Charlie thing to do, works for Owen too.

Can I Have This Dance? (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so I finished this one a while ago but I always like the have the request in front of it ready before I start working on the next! Also I really want to change the cover of my JATP Imagine Book on Wattpad but I've realized that my editing skills are now complete shit since I haven't edited something in so long. I just don't know what to do. And yeah I hope you enjoy this one!!

Requested by: @jjbassett (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I quickly rushed around the kitchen attempting to keep the food from burning while still trying to finish getting ready for my date tonight with non other than Charlie Gillespie.

We started seeing each other a few months ago after Soyon, my fashion mentor introduced us.

She informed me that I'd be working with the cast on set everyday to do mainly touch up in their outfits, it was only a matter of time before Charlie and I sparked up a small romance on the side.

It started with the flirtatious comments while Soyon and I dressed him up as his character, Luke.

Then it quickly turned into the small appreciation notes he'd leave in his characters clothing for me to find later.

And now here I was 4 months later cooking dinner for him in my apartment in Vancouver who I fortunately shared with Tori Caro, one of the assistant choreographers.

She was one of the few people that knew about Charlie and I.

So this evening she was spending it with Savannah probably watching movies.

I frustratedly groaned hearing the door knock.

Immediately rushing to remove the apron from my body and throw on my pair of pumps laying by the door.

I ran my fingers through my hair one last time before opening the door to see the brunette standing there in a tuxedo with a bouquet of flowers at hand.

"Hello gorgeous" He smirked sticking his hand out.

"Hello Charlie" I replied taking the bouquet out of his hands.

"They're beautiful" I smiled moving aside so he could enter.

"Not more beautiful than you"

"Your so cheesy"

"Eh what can I say. You bring it out of me" He spoke making me giggle.

"So what are we having for dinner?" As if on cue the alarm went off....But not the one I was expecting.

I quickly dashed toward the kitchen where the noise was coming from.

"Oh crap" I muttered rushing towards the problem nearly tripping on my own two feet.

My eyes widened as black smoke arose from the oven.

Quickly opening the oven door to air it out with a nearby oven mitt.

"We we're gonna have lasagna. That went to shit" I sighed looking up to see Charlie already popping open some windows while I turned off the fire alarm.

"Awww baby" Charlie chuckled walking over to me immediately pulling me into a warm hug.

"I have Chinese on the way" He muttered pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Really? I've fucked up dinner that many times" I internally groaned.

"No, no"

"Don't lie to me Charles"

"Yes" He gave in.

Placing his hand under my chin, titling it upwards to look him in the eyes.

"But that doesn't mean we're gonna let tonight go to waste. How about you go change into some sweats, I go get some extra clothes from my car, and we can put on High School Musical?"

"You'd watch that for me"

"I'm watching it for me" He joked making me giggle.

"Fair enough" I spoke with a tight lip smile as he pulled me in for one last hug.

"I'll learn to cook one day, I promise" I mumbled into his chest.

"I know beautiful. I'll meet you on the couch in 10" He said pecking my lips one last time.

"Okay but could you imagine waking up to that everyday" I exasperatedly spoke pointing at Troy Bolton.

"It can't be better to waking up to this" Charlie grinned flexing his arms.

"Oh no. Nothings better than that. But you gotta admit that mans a god"

"I don't appreciate you talking about my competition like that"

"Zac Efron is your competition?"

"Well now he is"

"I wonder if Kenny still has his number after all these years" I teased the boy before taking another bite out of my egg roll.

Watching as Charlie playfully rolled his eyes.

"Doubt it"

"I guess it's best"

"It really is" Charlie agreed.

"You know I'm only joking" I said taking his hand from across the coffee table.

Pausing the tv to get a good look at his face.

"I know. I just can't help but think if he asked you out on a date while your with me you'd say yes"

"The only thing I would've said yes to that man is if he had asked me to prom 2 years ago. Long before I met you. Maybe I wouldn't have spent that night watching 17 again" I joked making him chuckle.

"You didn't go to prom?" He asked a frown forming on his face.

"Nope. I wasn't very social in high school so I saw no point in it"

"You never told me that"

"Well now you know I guess" I spoke taking a sip of my drink.

Watching as Charlie stood up from his spot in the ground.

"Where are you going? The movies not over. I promise I won't drool over Zac anymore" I swore gazing up at him.

"T-that's not my problem here" He stuttered taking his phone, beginning to click away.

My brows furrowed in confusion as my smart tv began to cast something from an unknown device.

My heart fluttering as a familiar song began to play.

"Seriously?" I questioned watching a grin form on his face.

"Seriously" He confirmed for me.

Making me throw my head back in laughter.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked sticking his hand out for me.

"Yes" I smiled as he helped me to my feet.

I sighed contently as Charlie he wrapped his arms around my waist. My own flying around his neck.

The two of us now swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

"I missed you" He whispered gazing into my eyes.

"You saw me yesterday. I helped you get dressed"

"Well then I think it's fair that I help you get undressed" He replied playing with the strap of my cami.

"Smooth" I mumbled placing a quick peck to his lips.

"But I don't see how that's fair. I mean it's my job to dress you and undress you" I bit my lip running my hand down his arm. Intertwining our fingers at the end.

"Well I just want to give you the full prom experience. And you know what happens after prom"

"Tacos?"

"Definitely not tacos" He smirked pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

He was quick to deepen it.

The Chinese takeout on the coffee table long forgotten as we got lost in each other presence.

I let out a huff as he pushed me backwards onto the couch. Our lips fighting for dominance.

He groaned straddling my body beneath him.

Quickly yanking his shirt off his body to expose his beautiful toned torso.

I quickly him back towards me.

Our lips colliding once more as his hands ran up my shirt.

"Take it off" I mumbled against his lips pulling away for a split second to rip off not only my top but the last piece of fabric separating our bare chest.

I let out a breath of relief as Charlie began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck until settling on a spot.

His body grinding into mine, only turning me on even more.

We heavily made out as I toyed with the waistband of his grey sweats and the boxers under them.

Earning a desperate moan from the brunette.

I swiftly pushed down the fabrics allowing his dick to spring free.

He let out a whine as I grabbed the base of his length pumping it a couple of times, watching him become puddy in my own hands.

"I won't last long if you keep doing that" He panted. My hand stopping it's motions right away.

I sat up right pushing off my own sweats and panties before Charlie pushed me back onto the couch connecting his lips with mine.

"Charlie please" I begged opening my legs widely allowing him to position himself at my entrance.

I gasped in surprise as he pushed himself into me without another word.

Instantly his hips began to rock back and forth into me.

My head fell back pleasure as he thrusted into me.

Using his hand to push my leg up for more leverage.

His name fell from my lips repeatedly as he hit my g-spot.

My fingers entangling themselves in his hair as he picked up his speed.

I moaned louder as he began to rub my clit. My orgasm nearing as I felt a familiar pit forming in my stomach.

"I'm gonna-"

"Me too" He cut me off.

My orgasm washed over me. Charlie's coming seconds after.

Moans escaped his lips as he spilled into me before slowly coming to a halt.

We laid there for a moment taking in everything that had just happened. Charlie laying stilled on top of me. My fingers coming up to comb themselves through his now messy hair.

"That was-"

"Amazing" He interrupted me.

"It really"

"Was"

I grinned looking down at him to see his focus already on me. A huge smile plastered on his face.

"This was a big step in our relationship" He stated.

"I know"

"And I don't want to sound cliche" He continued. My eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Where are you going with this Charles?"

"I-I think I'm falling in love with you" My heart leaped as he sat up. Evidently pulling out of me as well.

"Me too" I whispered pulling him back to my lips once more.

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Up Next: Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

Sunset Curve x Reader

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[lithwark]

Vincent Valentine x reader (one-shot)

So this is my first time posting something i wrote on this platform.. I'm not the best writer out there, but i write for fun and when inspiration comes.

I'm a huge fan of a lot of things, games, anime, manga and etc, like anyone out there. Right now i am writing a Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu!!) headcannon/one-shot also..

If I get a following i'll prob start taking requests also (yes, i would be open to write lemons and basically anything, but i might put boundaries as time goes by)

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Plot name: midnight lover

The idea: a musician for fun (reader) playing the guitar to the moon encounters a strange man.

Song (i took inspiration from + one-shots mood): Je Te Laisserai Des Mots - Patrick Watson

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The night was young, little footprints of the sun were still on the edge of the sky. But there she was, that girl, sitting on the rooftop, singing like there was no tomorrow, no other possible moment like this. It was pretty dangerous to be on the edge of the wall that surrounded one of the Midgars sectors. But the singing bird had no fear. She let herself imagine what it would be like to fly, letting the idea of gravity slip through life's fingertips, defying nature itself leaving everything in dust as she let her being be free. The guitar strings pulled along the voice chords, almost breaking, but letting the sound of both unify like they were the only sounds that were true.

"Je te laisserai des mots~"

(I'll leave you notes)

Another note hits, and she could feel her body light as a feather,

"En dessous de ta porte

En dessous de la lune qui chante-"

(Underneath your door

Underneath the singing moon)

However, the ecstasy ended when the high note hit, the weight of it all struck her down. Her wings were clipped and a thought pinned her down, reminding the heaviness of existence. In a way, even threatening to not forget about it ever again.

Everything fell silent, even the breathing was slow and quiet as a graveyard. The slight wind in the city, the slight commotion in the streets in the middle of the night. Even if you could hear the city speaking, the rough lands shouted louder even if it was way further than Midgar.

However, in that space on cities edge, her mourning overtook it all. Silence falling over more overwhelming then a wall of an iron will.

"Sorry." a deep voice takes the attention.

The woman glances over, the surprise of another person's appearance hit like a fly swatter hitting a fly in a split second.

"Wh-" she jumped in surprise, letting her guitar slip a bit from her thigh.

As the guitar owner takes a moment to focus and compose herself, accepting the fact he was there.

It was quiet for some time, none of the two could say anything. It was either that both weren't the talking type or the situation was weird.

"I disturbed you." he speaks again, sending the woman off balance again. The 5 meter distance was greatly appreciated, since they were strangers, but it was more awkward then two strangers meeting at someone's family gathering.

"Not- Not really." the eyes darted away, avoiding to even look at the direction the other was standing in. "I didn't even notice you." the guitar was back in its proper place, but no sound came from it. The cold fingers couldn't bring themselves to move. The presence of another was too intense and overwhelming to bare to even move. It was intimidating, enough to send shivers down someones legs. And no, it wasn't the sharp wind of the dark night piercing its way through the space in small kisses.

The burden of being weighed down got harder by each second the stranger kept standing there.

"Why are you here?" the woman's voice escaped. Wanting to know why the man disturbed her euphoria.

"Heard a beautiful voice cry." he bluntly answers.

It hit her. A guitar melody stringing in her artistic head hitting her heart. The water made its way to her eyes, looking to break the will of a social mask she is used to hide beneath.

"Pretty bold for a stranger to assume such things." the woman tries to compose herself to not let her emotions break through the dam she worked so hard on building. Either way, at the end of her spoken sentence, at the last word, her voice breaks. Eyes widen as anxiety of the slip-up rushes.

The feet stand up as quickly as the body could manage.

She had to escape.

The only place where she could be alone and fly was taken. Now known by another.

But just as the woman looks for a way to run away, the freezing feet slip.

In a blink of an eye, the stranger was there. His body touching hers. The guitar was surprisingly still in hand.

"You okay?" the guy with the red as blood cape asks, supporting her body with one hand like she was a small bird. The same bird that tries to keep it's wings unclipped.

"Y-Yeah.." a sigh if relief escapes. "Thanks."

Yet again, silence conquers, the glorious moon right above them.

"A midnight lover." the heavy voice whispers, letting her hear how this person carries the whole world on his shoulders, still reassuring that one can manage at the same time.

"Huh?”

"You're a midnight lover."

"Wha-?" confusion rises as the woman tries to listen to him while trying to smoothly escape his grasp that seemed so effortless and easily escapable, but hard to go around.

She sighs, managing to look up at the man. "Could you let me go?"

"Oh-" his hand moves and lets the warmth of the two bodies separate.

Somehow, it gets cold, to her at least.

Without looking back at him she starts heading towards the nearest ladder. Something told her to not go, so her feet were taking their time to not obey her stubborn mind. Eventually, she stopped and turned to look back.

For the first time, she saw this crow like man in his entirety. Red eyes like gems in red wine, looking straight ahead in doubt. Black hair like the purest of nights. And the cape like a shroud of his own, proof for his suffering and spilled blood of many.

Her mouth opened to speak, but the iced throat was astonished by his mere existence, no sound escaping the heart.

She gulps in a way to make herself feel like she has to speak, it was either now or never.

"Who.." she shivers, it was getting cold outside, the rough lands were shouting louder and were closer than before. "...are you?"

The red cloaked man looked up to the pale moon that matched his skin, then back at the woman standing before him. It was like the man was asking for the planets/asteroids(?) permission. No, he was deciding with it.

"Vincent. Vincent Valentine."

"Wow... What a name.." she mumbled, another breath of the sharp air coming from the further lands was taken in. "I'm y/n l/n."

The atmosphere seemed a bit more friendly now that they knew who they were. The two could feel smth pulling them together, making both parties of the conversation just stand there without a slight movement. They didn’t know each other though, so there was no reason to stay. But the eyes kept mesmerizing each other in awe.

"I.. I have to go." y/n broke the eye contact that for some reason felt like it took more than a moment. "Will i meet you again?"

"Of course." his mouth wasn’t visible, but it felt like he sounded more genuine and sincere.

"You're also, a midnight lover..."

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Thank You for reading! I really appreciate it!

Should I make this into a one-shot of a couple of parts? Let me know ^^

[whenshiphitsthefan]

Ngl, one of the reasons why I love Sam is bc he tries desperately to be good and normal, but out of him and Dean he's the more internally messy one, imo. Like the fact he's Lucifer vessel and Dean is Michael's is telling. I just love when they show him and Dean as flawed, painfully human individuals. It's probs why s4/Boy King Sam is my fave, and why I have no problem with s8 Sam's characterization. For me one of Dabbnatural's biggest problems is its severe lack of dark themes (and conflict).

See, my non-problem with season 8 Sam (mostly in regard to the Purgatory thing) is that he made a promise to Dean and the only thing more important to him than having Dean with him is having Dean’s approval, and he thought breaking that promise would result in Dean’s disapproval. Of course he WANTED to bring Dean back, but he promised he wouldn’t, and the fear of Dean’s anger at breaking that promise outweighed his devastation. And I love that because it’s in a way even more twisted than Dean’s thing. Like, Dean’s self-worth is tied to Sam being alive; Sam’s self-worth is tied to Dean’s approval. At least with Dean, there’s something to explain it--John drilling it into him every day as a kid, “take care of Sammy”--but with Sam, we don’t actually know what exactly led to that aside from “well, Dean was all he had growing up and he worshipped his brother into adulthood.” But we don’t know exactly what interactions in childhood led to an adult Sam being suicidal in response to having failed his brother.

Dean’s psychological issues are pretty straightforward IMO. Like we’re acutely aware of what happened to him as a kid and how it manifests now. His anger, his fears, his refusal to appear vulnerable around Sam in earlier seasons, etc. I have a theory that his bizarre interest in Sam’s sex life is a manifestation of “taking care of Sammy” but since he knows he can’t/shouldn’t take care of Sam’s sexual needs directly he ends up just being weirdly invested in Sam’s love life. He may actually not have any sexual interest in Sam at all (yeah I know that’s crazy coming from me) but it comes across that way because he has to TAKE CARE OF SAM IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE. If he does have sexual feelings for Sam then it started with that general concept and evolved.

Whereas Sam? As I said in another answer, I love him and spend so much more time with his character than Dean’s, but I can’t tell you how he got this way. He knows how important it is to Dean for Dean to take care of him, but that doesn’t tell us how he came to believe that life is not worth living if Dean doesn’t approve of/respect him. I’m kind of hoping the upcoming flashback episode will give us a little psychological backstory.

Sorry, that was a tangent and like not at all related to what you were saying.

I actually think the lack of conflict between the brothers in the Dabb era is a good thing. I think most of us were getting pretty sick of Sam and Dean lying to each other and getting mad and then continuing to lie to each other. Like, why did they not learn? STOP LYING TO EACH OTHER YOU GUYS IT’S LITERALLY KILLED PEOPLE INCLUDING BOTH OF YOU.

Season 12 proceeded to have a brief, miraculous one-brother-lies-to-the-other arc that ended with Sam telling the truth before shit hit the fan and Dean being like “...okay, I guess.” Sam and Dean’s relationship is fun when it’s dark and angry, but I wanted them to get better and they have. Those werewolf brothers in 15x05 were a heightened version of the old Sam and Dean, the codependent, abusive, unbalanced pair of brothers that were sexy and romantic to watch or write about but also hurt because they’d never be happy. Their relationship now still has conflicts but conflicts that make sense (stuff about Mary, Jack, Ma’lak box plans, etc.) and I can see this Sam and Dean being happy together someday. Hell, they’re happy together now, it’s just that they have a huge problem to deal with that makes it really hard to enjoy that they’re happy together.

TBH, Supernatural doesn’t... do dark very well? Like, the darkest MOTW I can think of is back in season 11 with that vengeful spirit of a kid’s performer who may or may not have been a pedophile. (Feel free to suggest a darker one if you think of it.) I really liked that episode but I don’t think I’d want the show to go to a place like that every other week just like I wouldn’t want a Trickster/Gabriel episode more than once a season. This show is about two guys doing the best they can to make their shitty world a better place and the biggest things standing in their way are their codependence and apparently God. The SPN Family isn’t here for lessons about social justice and morality, or watching repeating depressing theses like “sometimes you have only bad options and you have to make a choice that’s not the right thing to do.” That’s not to say the show never does it or that it doesn’t have lessons to teach, but it’s not the point of it and I think Dabb knows that. That’s part of why fanfiction is so important; if you want your show but darker, somebody else wants that too and was able to write it.

This was all over the place and I don’t know if I actually said anything interesting or constructive but that’s about one and a half hours of my thoughts in response to your ask.

[sombrz]

Please imagine me just delivering these on a platter to ur sickbed: akira, minako, ochako, iida, (tries to think of a marvel comic person) uhh flash

thank you, thank you. who needs cough medicine when you have shipping.

(edit: i’m 99% healthy. it took me that long to finish this mess.)

AKIRA: okay, i think i remember telling you how i was pretty chill with akira ships. like, if done right, i don’t mind any of them, except for futaba (because they’re siblings, fu). besides our collective issues with atlus and their inability to not be weird when it comes to the girls. also, i feel like what makes the p5 kids feel the most like actual friends is also what makes it harder for me to fully invest in any individual dynamic - they all meet throughout the course of the game (even ann and ryuji aren’t close friends beforehand, and there’s definitely no drama between them) and they help each other heal and get past their abusers so that they can have a fresh start and feel free to be normal teenagers. so there’s little to actually grab onto when searching for….anything layered? like, compared to the p3 kids who have so much inner turmoil that they take out on each other - or the p4 kids, who can’t be completely truthful to themselves or each other. the p5 kids do have baggage, but not with each other. which makes for healthier bonds but also more boring ship dynamics lmao. all very cute and fluffy, but not a lot of substance. 

point is, i don’t really have much to say? like akira/yusuke is fun and silly. akira is eccentric and cool enough to go along with yusuke’s antics, and even though p5 always gives us an option to be mean, i can’t imagine akira ACTUALLY thinking that kind of stuff? like, he’s a weirdo too so he just. gets it. yusuke basically takes akira out on dates during his social link. they lend themselves well to model/artist headcanons and aus. they don’t realize they’re dating until a few months into their relationship - one of the others had to point it out and yusuke’s like ‘oh? is that what this is??’ and akira’s like ‘thank god’ bc he was too awkward to bring it up himself. futaba makes fun of them a lot.

akira and ryuji are cute too. i’ve gotten a bit fond of the boner squad (br)ot3 too. just ann/ryuji/akira being dumbasses. or ann/shiho+ryuji/akira being dumbasses while going on double dates. there’s also not really much to it - just the usual persona teen boy ‘no-homo-bromo-but-it’s-actually-homo’ fare. ryuji’s less possessive and repressed about it than yosuke is, though. which is good (ie more healthy) bc it’s more like akira found himself a human puppy jock boyfriend, and it’s cute! ryuji instantly decided he liked akira and started planning their secret handshake and selecting their cool delinquent hangout spot. and akira just smiles through it all bc he’s charmed. morgana gives akira the most judgemental stare ever when he finds out though. 

i like akira/haru bc she’s who i dated in my playthrough. they’re soft and sweet and i think a slow relationship built on patience is good for both of them. and they have the most obvious phantom thief couple aesthetic, tbh. they also have the ‘demure wallflower by day, trigger-happy hellion by night’ thing going on. i love the idea of them opening up a coffee place together (their futures align! this is the SO that sojiro approves the fastest lbr!) and akira being haru’s trophy husband (let this man be someone’s trophy husband).

akira/goro’s the one with the most depth lmao as our boy akechi gets the short end of the stick re: what everyone else got - to defeat their abuser and come out the other side a new and improved person. INSTEAD, it’s all about deep-rooted envy and what-ifs. when i replayed p5 for my friend’s benefit, she kept being like ‘wow ok akechi’s got….the most obvious crush on mc. why is he always here? why does he talk like that? omg?’ and my sentiments exactly. AKIRA’S thoughts exactly, tbh, bc what else is he supposed to get out of some of the things that come out of goro’s mouth. but it’s like….he DOES like akira, but he also resents his existence because akira gets to have real bonds and happiness despite the crappy hand dealt to him. and their own bond is based on careful lies and observing each other for any cracks in their armour. but there’s that undertone of wishing that they’d met in other circumstances, where they COULD have a normal relationship and get to know each other in a way that’s not ‘we levelled up our relationship when you shot me in the face with the intent of murdering me and framing me for my own death but really, i tricked you and you didn’t actually kill me & now we can defeat you and your dad! ha! checkmate!!’ but i love that that’s actually part of the dynamic so lmao.

MINAKO: you know, despite minako and minato being considerably different (both their external personality/appearances > emo boy/preppy girl  - and the changes in their dialogue choices > again, minako is a lot more confrontational and energetic), i pretty much just ship them with the same people?

the only exceptions of this being i ship minako with shinjiro and yukari but can’t really fathom either of them with minato. (it’s bc yukari is a lesbian and shinji does not deal well with sullen people. like, what’s he supposed to do? pat minato on the back?) 

i will also warn that it’s been….forever since p3 so i’m kinda fuzzy on details. 

anywhoooooo, AIGIS. main protag ship is aigis. idc which protag, but i must give atlus my once-in-a-blue-moon compliment because they kept aigis’ social link and her blatantly romantic feelings for the protag the exact same in portable. so minako/aigis is just as canon as minato/aigis, buahaha. anyway. robot girlfriend who starts off being somehow programmed to feel protective/indebted to minako but then starts developing real genuine feelings as she explores her humanity, minako wanting to show aigis how to enjoy herself while putting the emphasis on aigis’ feelings and opinions but also being so amazed and grateful for aigis’ love and attention. also, the difference between protags here being that while minato is silently intimate, minako is loudly loving. the utter tragedy that is aigis not being able to save the person she cares about, the imagery of minako’s head in her lap while they wait for the end is….A Lot. i think in a lot of tragic robot/human romance fiction, the robot gives up its life for their human partner so i like the reverse here - with aigis having to experience the emotions of loss and depression and overcoming that because she truly loved mina(k/t)o and now they’re gone. it’s heavy! it’s a lot! i just remembered i never finished the p3 movies! i should do that!

there’s ryouji. again, don’t care which protag - just like the idea of our mc flirting with death. literally flirting with the avatar of death. the double sides of the ship: goofy teenage flirting vs warning of impending doom. ryouji just being like ‘yeah just kill me it’s for the best i’m actually here to destroy the world or w/e’ to his gf (or bf) out of nowhere on christmas eve lmao. it’s fun, idk.

yukari! honestly, taking out all the forced hetero ship teasing made me ship her with minako more lmao their social link was just better! no offense! and their personalities mesh better too - i feel like yukari would get way too frustrated with a closed-off partner and i love concept of: the huffy takes-no-shits girl being soft for her cheerful outgoing gf. also, i spent way too long imagining the answer with minako - the aigis/minako/yukari would be heartwrenching and we deserve it. 

shinjiro! can i start off by saying it’s a good thing shinji was in p3, which did the best job of showing the characters apart from the protagonist and main plot (prob bc on the other hand, it did the worst job with social links seeing as none of the guys had them) - i feel like in p4 or p5, we wouldn’t have gotten to know him nearly as well before he died. anyway, his social link with minako is really sweet and a romance between them hits my ‘tsundere/flustered boy not knowing how to deal with affection from pretty girl he respects a lot’ checkpoints. and i need to talk about this: i feel like the decision to make him comatose instead of dead if you romance him was a double edged sword disguised as a blessing lol. because he was still DYING before he got shot, and also he wakes up just in time to find out his girlfriend died! fhdhfgdjd! 

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uraraka……okay: i ship her with tsuyu, bakugou, iida, mina and toga. 

oh, here’s a story. before i got into bnha, i stumbled on a bunch of deku/uraraka amvs and they were so precious. like, really, deku and ochako are the cutest goddamn things in this series. seeing them side by side makes me want to channel my inner grandmother and pinch their cheeks. it was, like, the only thing i knew about bnha at first, so i just figured i’d end up shipping it whenever i eventually got to watching it bc i’m easy to please like that. but ha. nah. it’s sad bc i love their dynamic when it’s focusing on their actual friendship but then the actual romantic hints made me want to roll my eyes so hard. it’s so BORING if you take it at face-value, and i’m so boggled by it if you look deeper bc i don’t understand what hori’s planning here. it’s irritating bc even uraraka admits that her borderline obsession (and that’s what it is, since it’s compared to TOGA’S CRUSHES…y’know, our resident yandere serial killer?) is detrimental to her growth as a hero. and i know it’s partially bc she’s a teenager but its blown so out of proportion. it’s a crush!! relax!!! like, compare to deku’s crush on uraraka where after he got over his initial anxiety of talking to girls, he - at most - just blushes a little when she stands too close or dresses extra-cute. every other time, he treats her no differently than any of his other friends. but then uraraka’s crush is treated like. this weirdly twisted admiration she doesn’t even WANT. she relates to a villain’s desire to imitate and become the person they like, she gets ridiculously jealous every time he looks at another girl, she keeps fucking up because she focuses too much on him and how to be like him. it’s weird. idk. typical fiction tropes lead me to believe i’m supposed to root for them to get together (and bnha will end with an epilogue where they have a child named after a food) but the story i’m being told makes me want to root for uraraka to succeed at getting over those feelings! idfk!!!

also, i have to laugh at the way horikoshi decided to tell us and uraraka herself that these feelings were romantic. by having aoyama just be like ‘oh you were thinking what would izuku midoriya do? could it be you love him?’ when we see multiple male friends of deku’s (iida and todo, in particular - hell, even aoyama himself) have similar WWMD thoughts and he, in turn, instantly imitates bakugou whenever he hits a roadblock (taking inspiration from to downright copying bakugou’s moves, trash talking his opponents, etc). am i supposed to see only uraraka’s feelings as romantic? why? because she’s a girl and deku’s a guy?

i like it better when iida’s involved. both iida and uraraka are so sweet and enthusiastic to counter deku’s more nervous personality, and they’re a very good trio! i tend to prefer them as a brot3 but as i said, i do ship iida/uraraka seperately! i don’t have any big reasons for it except i enjoy how contagiously energetic and silly they are around each other? dramatic too - remember the ‘REACH FOR MY HAND’ scene when all the UA students were freaking out? it’s just a simple best friend dynamic like what they have with deku but there’s no weird one-sided jealousy/competitiveness involved (luckily, iida got over it after the stain arc haha). they don’t end up feeling bad or unworthy of the praise they get from the other - which is great, because they’re very complimentary towards each other! iida is so understanding (his immediate reaction to uraraka being self-conscious about her reason for pursuing heroism) & uraraka is usually the one who vocalizes how cool and talented iida is (while also giggling her ass off whenever he gets all extra-dramatic)! tbh, curse their aborted moment after iida’s match with mei! let them praise each other!!! i like that their seats are so close to each other too - i wonder how horikoshi decided on the seating plan. but uraraka’s tendency to shake iida by the shoulders is precious & i bet you he breaks his staunch ‘follow-every-rule’ mentality when it comes to uraraka writing him little notes in class. also, maybe uraraka just deserves a sweet+rich boyfriend. it’s that easy. lmao.

i already talked about bakugou/uraraka. it’s great, dripping with potential, needs more canon interaction. i only trust a portion of its fanbase to do them properly. but this is the case for almost every big ship. (where’s that one fandom meme where one of the questions was like ‘what do you hate seeing in fanfic/content for them’ bc NOW THAT I’M ACTUALLY READING FANFIC AGAIN, LEMME TELL YOU. BEING A MULTISHIPPER IS HARD.)

tsuyu and uraraka are just genuinely a good match? i like the contrast between uraraka - who is emotional and upbeat - and tsuyu - who is calm and rational. but they’re both very perceptive? their first night at the dorms is a good indicator of how their dynamic works. the others are quick to accept that tsuyu doesn’t want to play along with the room competition, but uraraka both provides the excuse and lingers behind with worry. she probably had to convince tsuyu that it was okay for her to vocalize her feelings to the bakugou rescue squad, and volunteered to be with her during said confrontation. compare to the forest where tsuyu sweetly and calmly offers uraraka her hand because she sees her friend is scared, without actually needing to say anything else. they’re sweethearts. i absolutely adore them. oh, and i dig their earth/sky + pink/green aesthetic clash.

uraraka and mina are based on two things: 1) they’re always hugging and hanging out in official art/sketches (mina even has a selfie of them hanging on her wall of pics in her room) so i can only assume they’re super-close gal pals that should kiss, 2) i love shipping silly idiots together and it’s hard to find ships like this that are f/f but these two fit that specific chaotic mold!!! and 3) AESTHETIC DREAM!!! PINK SPACE GIRLS!!!! DO I NEED ANY OTHER REASONS? NO. NO, I DO NOT.

HOLY SHIT, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S OFFICIALLY CANON THAT TOGA HAS A ROMANTIC CRUSH ON URARAKA? again, i could write an essay on coding and how frustrating it is for characters like toga to usually be bi/pan. but no one’s claiming this a win for rep. and i’m FASCINATED by this dynamic. toga loves stain-sama for his ideals and how that enables her nature to kill. she loves deku-kun out of curiousity for his ideals and the fact they met when he was beaten to a pulp lmao. and she loves ochako-chan because she sees herself in her - she thinks that they share ideals. again, i have no idea what the long-term meaning for this development is but it’s clearly pitting them against each other? and adding a romantic element to that is hmmmmmmmmm. we’ll see, we’ll see. and like i mentioned above, it’s shocking and worrying and makes me ship uraraka and toga more that uraraka ALSO sees the similarity between her and toga. she’s horrified by the implications of it but she hears toga’s spiel and tries to fruitlessly deny that ‘yeah, she’s right. that’s how i am. we’re the same.’ if i were to ever write a traitor!uraraka fanfic (which i would if i could ever FINISH a writing project), it’d be uraraka/toga and uraraka trying to convince herself she’s better than toga, that she still has a moral code and her reasons for joining the league have more weight to it, and she doesn’t!!! care!!! what toga thinks of her!!! and expecting a rivalry but toga doesn’t meet that head-on because instead, toga wants to be close and connected to uraraka. toga has this kind of mature soft side we’ve seen before (with twice) that shows how she can see you at your core (her fight w/ uraraka also showed that) and i want to see uraraka to be on the end when she thinks she doesn’t deserve it and doesn’t trust toga and just being frustrated and confused over it all.

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iida…….i think deku, todoroki, uraraka and aoyama are my biggest ships for him. also, i don’t ship it myself but momo/iida/todoroki’s rich kid squad is A REALLY FUN DYNAMIC AND OT3.

LET’S BE REAL: IIDA/DEKU IS SO UNDERAPPRECIATED IN THIS FANDOM. ALL IIDA SHIPS ARE BUT….IIDA/DEKU. iida’s goddamn….tucked deku into bed. threw his hat in the ring of rivals. there’s official art of iida giving deku a shoulder ride. he punched him to make him see how his actions are affecting him - “haven’t you thought about how *I* feel [about you putting yourself in peril]?!” like. bro. okaaaay. i still laugh that they got on the wrong foot initially - deku was so scared of iida sjfhhf like he was equally worried he’d be stuck in the same class as iida as he was about kacchan. thankfully, iida’s a sweetheart who cares with all his heart, and he sees all that there is to admire about deku, so they became instant friends after that. and iida means SO MUCH to deku. i pay a lot of attention to how future!deku talks in his narration, because he normally interrupts the narrative to move the story along - by talking about minor time skips, the movement of the villains, etc. but he also tends to wax a bit poetic about his friends. like when he interrupted everything to give us a side-story about how and aoyama became bffs. so we can assume that aoyama’s friendship means a lot to adult izuku. or how comforting and important it is to me that even as an adult, he refuses to stop calling bakugou ‘kacchan’. it’s sweet. in that same vein, it strikes me that deku still holds an amount of guilt for not supporting iida better during the whole ingenium-stain debacle. it ended….much better than it could have, and that experience was what strengthened iida/deku/todo’s relationship. yet as an adult, deku still wishes he could have done more. offered iida the help he needed before he went rushing in. hoo. but anyway, yeah, they’re cute! wholesome nerd boys! cute height difference! also yeah, i’m glad that iida got over his sports-festival-era feelings of inferiority towards deku. deku loves competition, but you can tell that he didn’t want that out of his relationship with iida (compare to how he outright covets a rivalry with bakugou and accepted it from todoroki w/ his head held high). it wasn’t based on healthy feelings and they’re so much better as supportive bfs.

iida and todoroki have a lot of stuff in common as legacy heroes who were trained from childhood to be heroes - with the major difference that todoroki faced horrifying abuse that prevented him from having a close relationship with his siblings and made him want to reject his legacy, while the iidas are good folk and iida’s brother means the world to him and he’s so far one of the only heroes we know to reuse a superhero identity based on legacy. and even the painful bullshit (like the ‘take out your muffler and a new, stronger one will grow in’ thing) was something that iida went through on his own accord and with warning. and todoroki’s words of encouragement during the stain arc were based on his own life lesson! they both come off as very serious and abrasive elites at first glance, but they’re actually dorky and socially awkward! but i think they get each other - i imagine they have a very calming friendship, no need for pretenses and judgement, and they deserve that! they probably think the other is hilarious too even though absolutely no one else gets the joke! they had a lot of cute moments recently since they were paired in the same 1A vs 1B match. like iida can just…tell the minute differences in todoroki’s expression and demeanour apart and knows when there’s something wrong. and they’re just so humble and sweet and can’t handle the other being self-deprecating. they’re good boys, brent.

already talked about iida/uraraka. they’re cute, i love them.

AOYAMA THOUGH. knight boys! they were so good during the exam! it really got me that aoyama didn’t even consider the idea that iida might not abandon him, might want to help him and win together instead of just use him to get ahead himself - and iida didn’t even really get the emotional realization aoyama went through there but he was still like ‘YEAH WE DID GOOD! I’M GLAD YOU FEEL BETTER! THUMBS UP! :D’ they’re both very dramatic and - i don’t know how to describe it….they pose a lot, talk with their limbs. they’re silly, is what i mean. and maybe aoyama ALSO deserves a loving, rich boyfriend. MAYBE IIDA SHOULD BE EVERYONE’S LOVING RICH BOYFRIEND. but in this case, aoyama’s boyfriend who will carry him bridal-style everywhere, much to aoyama’s glee lol. except when he’s dragging him along via his cape. whatever works.

also, side note, i find it kinda interesting that fandom pairs him up with girls like mei and camie - when i just….feel like he’d be so out of his element and sooo overwhelmed? i’m wincing just thinking about it lol poor iida.

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i’m glad you specified marvel bc if you’d just said ‘comic’, i would have assumed you meant THE flash and i would be forced to sit here and think of every dc speedster ship…..well, it wouldn’t be as bad as spidey ships (honestly i’m very basic with speedsters - it’s just like ‘speedster/their spouse’ with the adults (even wally - linda or bust, tbh) and ‘speedster/their best friends’ with the teens), but we’d be here longer. 

BUT FLASH THOMPSON? i already mentioned my two big ones, with venom and peter but i’m def willing to talk more about them.

 flash/venom, a man and his gooey alien husband. i love that it’s a relationship based on self-growth and healing from past hurt and stopping destructive habits and cycles (both that cause self-harm and harm onto others). one of my favourite panels is still where flash pleads with peter to not let his anger seep into venom because venom’s gotten past all that. he’s a better person (being. alien. thing.) now and doesn’t want to turn to feeding on rage ever again. and that’s true for flash (a victim of child abuse who bottled up all that sadness and rage and took his aggression out on other kids) as well. it’s just so….nice. and venom credits all this to flash. and a thing i find about venom is that its unhealthy dynamics are all about control - you’re just its host, it possesses you against your will, you become an out-of-control villain. but with flash, venom sees a partner and home - they need and belong with each other, they communicate and cooperate, they became a superhero. also i love how they’re seriously affectionate and intimate - that’s just kind of a given with venom, i think, because you have to invite & accept it as part of yourself. but flash is so soft with venom - while he’s not as….hm, vocal about it as eddie ‘ooh my love my darling~’ brock is (he’s also a bit less obsessive haha sorry eddie), he’s so protective and likes giving venom headscratches and kissy faces to the point others react to it like they would witnessing PDA. i just want flash to be all cute and smooch his husband when they’re not like. one singular entity. CAN YOU BELIEVE THE HEALTHIEST DYNAMIC FOR FLASH TO BE IN IS WITH A SYMBIOTIC ALIEN GOO CREATURE? I CAN. AND I’M THANKFUL FOR IT.

 i also ot3 them with eddie for the sake of my peace of mind where everyone’s happy. where venom’s not torn between two loves, and eddie doesn’t feel the need to think things like ‘it’s tough being someone’s second best’ and ‘i’d like to think he’d do the same for me but part of me knows that would be a lie. it’ll always be flash.’ and having those thoughts because he literally FEELS that pull towards flash? like he inherited those feelings, he KNOWS what it’s like to love flash thompson. LIKE, YO????? GIVE ME THAT SYMBIOT3.

then there’s flash/peter, the funniest super/civvie id love triangle in the world. flash having the biggest hero crush on spider-man in high school - so many superheroes to choose from but spidey is the best, because he’s an underdog, because he gets pushed down and refuses to give up, because he’s SO GODDAMN COOL - while simultaneously thinking peter is frankly, the worst? but in that terrible way where he fixates on peter even when he’s not part of the conversation. waiting for him to leave school so he can be mean to him, feeling frustrated whenever he tries to be nice to the guy and peter either ignores, rejects or insults him in return. peter just being like ‘Sigh’ whenever flash insults him by gushing about spidey, but that’s also why he can’t dislike flash no matter how bad their relationship is. how can he hate spidey’s biggest fan? and also he probably gets a good amount of pleasure out of flash’s gf liz allen having a crush on him. peter also does this to johnny and his gf, dorrie evans - they’re frienemies in high school and kind of obsessed with each other,,,,’heRE’S MY LIST OF 500 REASONS WHY I HATE THE HUMAN TORCH’ OK PETE RELAX. so yeah, peter, despite having genuine feelings for betty brant, hits on liz and dorrie whenever they cross paths and lets them use him to make their hot blond boyfriends jealous. (peter, maybe you ARE the worst. stop it.) and then when they get to college and end up in the same friend group, flash slowly realizes that peter is like. hot now? and like, kind of a cool dude who went through a lot! like, he thought peter was a jerk in HS but he’s actually really nice when he wants to be and is always in your corner! ‘wow, i really like and respect pete! i’m proud to be his friend!’ flash thinks while staring at peter’s biceps. meanwhile, peter has no idea what’s going on because he keeps expecting flash to turn back into a dick (and steal one of his girlfriends lmao) but instead, he just keeps proving he’s a great guy! and keeps confiding in him! and uh, complimenting him a lot? and still fanboys over spidey and that’s really endearing! and oh, he’s really gonna miss him whenever he’s on tour and the idea of flash dying is unthinkable and he really likes being his roommate and he’s who he wants to be his best man and he doesn’t get why flash doesn’t seem to realize how great he is, and welp, he just punched captain america in the face for not telling him flash was agent venom. anyway, bottom line: i like dynamics that are very….long-term and constantly changing? so i tend to fall for the enemies/rivals to friends to lovers thing. or friends to enemies to lovers. but this is a former situation for sure.

also, i’m convinced every corner of the college crew pentagon happened. flash and harry MUST have at least made out once and neither was sure how to deal with the aftermath of that for a couple of months. he’s kissed and casually dated gwen AND mj - but i find it interesting that it seems like neither girl really ever considered him a contender. gwen cares about him but sees him as a shoulder to vent to about her issues with peter, and mj has a lot of fun with him but also considers him the male version of her (outgoing and bright but unwilling to commit and act serious). and he interestingly backs down quickly when peter decides to make a move on the girls. like, compared to his love triangle with liz and peter where i feel he was pretty resistant to letting her go - especially to someone like puny parker, he responds to peter’s accusations re: gwen and mj with ‘hey, relax. it’s not like that. i wouldn’t do that to you.’ i take it as him growing up and not feeling the need to overcompensate to impress his dad and also maybe the fact that he’s a bit more aware of how closeted he is. but it’s weirdly different with harry (*cough* cause it’s the first dude aside from peter he had any romantic interaction with *cough*) so he just……..dances around those feelings (on top of both of their feelings for peter) until harry starts dating liz (BECAUSE EVERYONE DATES EVERYONE IN PETER’S CIRCLE OF PALS, I GUESS) and he’s just like ‘???????????? well okay then’.

i like his dynamic with felicia as much it also pains me - that felicia went into it thinking she could use flash to hurt peter (’i’ll break your heart like he broke mine!’) but then ended up legitimately falling for him and started hoping for a normal life with him. also that they liked hanging out in terrible workout clothes. nerds. (alas, it didn’t last bc….FLASH, BUD….BUDDY….I CAN’T BELIEVE MARVEL HAD FLASH SAY THAT AND THEN PROBABLY SAT BACK AND THOUGHT ‘YUP PETE’S BEST BUD FLASH IS TOTALLY STR8′) and i need to read more of him and betty to get a handle of that but. what i’ve gotten from the panels i’ve seen that it’s very dependant on the writer and has the same problem flash’s relationships with liz, gwen, mj and felicia had where there’s a lot of love there but the actual romantic element is….lacking? falls short? fizzles out? where he seeks out a connection to peter(/spidey) through his romantic relationship with a woman peter used to be involved with and pushes said woman away when she starts getting in too deep?

anyway, that just turned into an essay about how flash thompson has been gay since his conception and only like, 20% (maybe less) of writers in charge of writing him have actually realized it.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Manor Party

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam, SuperFam - Damian Wayne/Robin & Jon Kent/Superboy

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: Where’s that AU list that’s like, “My friend dragged me to this house party and abandoned me and you asked me how I liked it and I complained that it was boring and then my friend came back and introduced you as the host” because that’s this.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I swear I didn’t mean for this one to get this long. The story just kept happening. It’s got a Keep Reading because it’s 3,020 words.

^^^^^

“Hey Cloudy!” Jon called, running over to me.

“Hey Jon,” I replied. “What’s up?”

“So, my best friend invited me to this huge party he’s hosting at his house and said I could invite whoever I want because he trusts me and I was wondering if you’d want to come with me!”

“Like… a date?”

Jon blanched. “I wasn’t thinking about it being a date…” he trailed off. “I just thought it’d be more fun if you came with me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re fun…”

I smiled. “Okay. When is it?”

“Friday. My parents are driving me there and they can pick you up too if you say you’ll go.”

I sighed. Friday was usually family movie night but… but it was only family movie night because I never went out. “Let me ask my parents. I'm available but I have to make sure they don’t have other plans.”

Jon fist-pumped. “YES! Thank you Cloudy! This is going to be so much fun!”

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“Jon! Come say hi to Carrie!” someone called, yanking Jon away from me and making him disappear into the throng of people. The party was immensely crowded and dark. I could barely see.

I made my way to a corner and pulled my water bottle out of my bag, taking a long drink from it since my throat was so dry from yelling to be heard over the music and running around trying to keep up with Jon’s social life. It was a little quieter in the corner since the speakers were on the other side of the ballroom.

Because, oh right, the party was being held in a ballroom in a mansion in Gotham City.

Jon neglected to mention to me when he asked me to go with him that his best friend that he talked about all the time and invited Jon to the party was Damian Wayne—who I’d never met but heard a lot about from literally everyone else in the school who had met him.

In my quiet little corner I finally got a little bit of peace.

“Hey Jon, I know you can hear me,” I said at a normal volume even though the music drowned it out immediately. “So come find me in the corner by the tall arched window whenever you’re done socializing.”

Someone else emerged from the crowd moments later, a red cup in his hand.

He was shorter than Jon by several inches with dark skin and spiked black hair. His eyes were the greenest I’d ever seen and had a sharp-as-a-tack glint to them. He approached me and casually leaned against the wall, looking relieved to get out of the crowd as well. I slid my water bottle back into my bag and put it on my other shoulder, so it wasn’t near him.

“Enjoying the party?” the boy called over the din, arms folded.

“You want me to answer that honestly?” I shouted.

“Of course!”

“Okay then. No, I'm not. It’s too loud and too crowded and I only came here because a friend invited me and this is not my crowd at all!”

“Who invited you?” He seemed curious.

“His name’s Jon. Apparently the host is his best friend.”

“Ah that Jon,” the boy said in understanding.

“Yup,” I said.

“So how come you’re not enjoying the party?”

“Where do you want me to start?” I retorted sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.

“Tt. How about the beginning?”

I snorted. “Okay. It’s too loud. Too crowded. Too dark. The laser lights are blinding and I can barely hear myself think! This is not the kind of party I find fun!”

“Tt. I see. What kind of party do you find fun?”

“Five-to-ten friends playing games and laughing their heads off. This is the most boring party ever because it’s too impersonal!”

The boy smirked. “Valid.” I read it on his lips more than I heard it. I also thought I saw something like, “You would love the Titans,” but I couldn’t tell exactly because my lip-reading skills weren’t terribly advanced. “What about the host? Any opinion on him?” He yelled that over the noise.

“Never met him!” I shouted. “Heard a lot about him though! Most people say he’s an arrogant know-it-all but Jon loves him, so he really can’t be that bad.”

Another smirk. This one wider. “Jon not the type to be friends with an arrogant know-it-all?”

I shrugged. “Jon could make friends with a rabid animal if he so chose so really I couldn’t say. I mean, he befriended me and I'm not exactly Miss Innocent Sunshine.”

“Hey! Speaking of! I never caught your name!”

“Cloudy!” I shouted over the beating bass.

“Tt. That’s not a name! That’s a forecast!”

“My last name is McCloud so everyone calls me Cloudy! Even my parents!”

The boy looked contemplative. “Cloudy it is then!” he called. He stuck his hand out. I shook it. “Pleasure to meet you! I'm—”

“Cloudy!” Jon yelled, carefully pushing between two people to reach us. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you all over!” He caught sight of who I was standing with. “Oh great! You’ve already met Damian!”

My face went slack. Damian? Damian Wayne?! Had I just complained to the host of the party that this was the most boring party ever and that I’d heard he was an arrogant know-it-all? Oh sh—

“Tt. Yes she has,” Damian replied coolly. “Your friend here has given me most welcome advice on how to improve my gatherings and reputation, Kent.”

Kent? Damian knew Jon’s last name was Kent not White? I thought I was the only one who knew that. What else did Damian know about Jon? If he knew about Kent did he know about Superboy?

“Awesome! Cloudy’s really smart so her advice is probably good to follow.” He noticed the surprise on my face at the whole Kent thing. “Don’t worry Cloudy! Damian knows about me! He’s very trustworthy!”

“Right,” I managed to say at a normal volume. Jon heard me. Damian probably didn’t.

“Jonny boy!” a new voice called. A tall man in his mid- to late-20’s emerged from the crowd and playfully slung his arm around Jon’s shoulders. “Good to see ya kiddo! It’s been a while! How’s the parents?”

“Hi Richard!” Jon greeted.

“Grayson what are you doing here?” Damian demanded.

Richard Grayson. Better known as Dick Grayson. Bruce Wayne’s first ward.

He shrugged. “Chaperoning! Blüdhaven was boring so I thought I’d swing by and see how your party is going little brother!”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Tt,” he tutted.

Dick Grayson started talking to Jon, which gave me the opportunity to apologize.

“Damian, I am so sorry. If I’d known who you were—”

He held up a hand. “—you would have lied to spare my feelings. Polite and considerate, but unnecessary.”

“I wouldn’t have been so rude about my opinions,” I corrected.

“Tt. I prefer the honesty. And I will return your honesty to you. I do not enjoy parties like this either.”

“Then why did you throw it?”

“Expectations.”

I blinked. “Fair enough.”

“So, Kent!” Damian called to get Jon’s attention away from Dick Grayson. “Are you planning on staying the night?”

“Uh… no. Cloudy came with me and my parents so they’re her ride home…”

“She is welcome to stay as well. Any friend of yours who knows about you surely can be a friend of mine.” He gave me a nod. I blinked in surprise.

“Hey Dami, can I talk to you for a minute?” Dick Grayson asked.

Damian nodded then looked at me and Jon. “Excuse me a moment,” he said before striding after his brother.

Jon gave me a playful look. “I think he likes you,” he said.

“I think you’re delusional,” I replied.

“C’mon Cloudy. He invited you to stay the night! Damian doesn’t trust easily. Something like this is huge for him!”

“Is it?”

“Oh you have no idea. It took me almost three years to get him to trust me fully.”

“That’s fair,” I said. “Blabbermouth.”

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Hey! I'm great at keeping secrets!”

“Mmhmm. Says the guy who introduced himself to me as Jon Kent and then remembered his name was supposed to be White.” I spoke at a normal volume but Jon could hear me.

“Yeah… That’s on me,” he agreed. I snickered. “So do you want to stay the night or not?”

“Depends on how tired you are by the end. I don’t really want to but if your parents don’t want to come get us…”

“Well when the party’s winding down I’ll call Mom and see if she would rather go to bed. I mean Dad could be here in five minutes…”

“Neither of us brought pajamas,” I pointed out.

“Pfft! No big deal. I can borrow some of Tim’s and you can borrow some of Damian’s. They’ll fit you. I don’t know if you noticed, but Damian’s sixteen and two inches taller than you. He’s a squirt. But I gotta borrow Tim’s because I'm too tall for Damian’s pajamas.”

“Who’s Tim?”

“Tim Drake? His brother?”

“Oh right! Sorry!”

“No prob.” Jon scrunched his eyebrows. “Actually… Damian has a sister. You can probably borrow some of her pajamas.”

I glanced over at where Damian was talking to Dick Grayson out in the foyer. He really was only about two inches taller than me. And three years older than Jon… that made him two years older than me. Dang. I bet in the next year or so puberty was going to hit Damian like a frickin’ freight train. Five-three to six-three in like six months probably. His muscles would fill out and I could only imagine how many girls at school would swoon over him.

“We’ll think about it for the party okay? Then we’ll decide when it’s winding down!” I shouted.

“Deal!” Jon replied, beaming at me.

Damian came over to us. “So?” he asked.

“We’re gonna think about it.”

Damian looked between us. “Tt. I believed it would be easier for all parties involved if you stayed.”

“Probably will. When the party’s winding don we’re gonna call my parents!” “And I gotta call mine to make sure they’re okay with me staying over in another city at a family’s home that I’ve never been to before.”

“I could speak with them as well if they require convincing.”

“Could you have a more pretentious vocabulary if you tried?” Jon complained.

“Tt. Yes,” Damian replied. “Yes I could.”

A crack of deafening thunder, inseparable from the flash of lightning that caused it, shook the house. Thankfully the power stayed on, but everyone screamed. Rain started pounding the tall arched window we were standing near.

Jon and I glanced at each other. “Maybe we should stay,” I said quietly, knowing he would hear me. “We shouldn’t ask either of your parents to come get us in this weather. I'm going to call my parents and tell them it’s raining cats and dogs and I don’t think I’ll be making it home.”

Jon nodded. “Good idea.” He looked at Damian, jerking his head in the direction of the foyer. Damian nodded and led us out of the ballroom where the party was being held. Across the foyer, through a door, and into a kitchen. It was much quieter here. “We’re gonna call our parents and see if we can stay because of the weather.”

“A wise decision,” Damian said. “Shall I stay?”

“If you want,” Jon said.

“I would be grateful for the break,” Damian said. He glanced at me as I dug my phone out. “Are you comfortable with this?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “Weather’s more important than my anxiety.”

“That’s not true,” Damian said. “Should you require, we can arrange to have you driven home.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said.

“Very well. Once arrangements are made with your parents I will go ask Cassandra if you may borrow a spare set of pajamas,” he relented.

I dialed my Mom’s number. “Thanks Damian.”

“Of course.”

Jon wiggled his eyebrow at me when Damian turned his back on him. He likes you! Jon mouthed, pointing at Damian. I rolled my eyes.

Delusional, I mouthed back when Damian’s back was to me.

“Hey honey.”

“Hi Mom. Listen, it’s pouring cats and dogs in Gotham. Like. The dangerous kind of rain. But Jon’s friend who’s hosting invited he and I to stay the night so Mr. and Mrs. White don’t have to drive into Gotham from Metropolis to come get us in the storm. Is that okay?”

“Are you okay with that, Cloudy?”

Off to the side, Jon was talking to Lois on his phone.

“I'm okay with it for one night with the storm.”

“What do Jon’s parents say?”

“He’s asking right now.”

“I’ll wait.”

Mom and I stayed on the line in awkward silence until Jon did a little excited dance. “Yes! Thanks Mom!” he exclaimed before turning to me. “She said it’s okay!”

“Mrs. White says it’s okay,” I told my mom.

“Well. If Lois is okay letting Jon stay the night I'm definitely okay with trusting you to stay the night.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“See you tomorrow baby.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, Mama. Mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“Bye.”

Mom laughed. “Goodbye baby.”

When I hung up the phone, Damian was staring at me. I put my phone back in my bag. “What?” I asked defensively.

He shrugged. “You and your mother seem close.”

I nodded. “I’ve always had a good relationship with my parents. Their rules are reasonable and we talk things through when they have a problem with something I'm doing so I'm not really into the whole ‘rebellious teenager’ thing. My older sister on the other hand…” I trailed off and snickered to myself. “She’s more into the rebellious every age thing.”

“Sounds like Todd,” Damian remarked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but okay.”

“Todd is another brother of mine.”

“… Right.” How many kids did Bruce Wayne have again? Why did he have so many?

“My mother… I thought I was close to her growing up. It turned out I wasn’t. It’s nice to see close family relationships.”

“Thanks.”

Jon cleared his throat. “So! Should we head back into the party?”

“Yes of course,” Damian said. He led the way out of the kitchen, Jon and I right behind.

Jon was giving me eyebrow wiggles that I was trying really hard to ignore.

Once we were back in the party and Damian split off to go say hi to more guests, I whacked Jon in the chest with the back of my hand. “Would you quit it?!” I demanded.

“Quit what?” Jon asked innocently.

“You know what, you little twerp,” I retorted. I couldn’t help but smile, even if it was in exasperation.

He laughed. “We’ll see, Cloudy. We’ll see.”

^^^^^

Knock-knock! The curtness of the knock clued me in on who was at the door to the guest room I’d been put in for the night.

“Come in!” I called, yanking the sweatshirt the rest of the way down over the tank top. Gotham Academy of Dance was plastered on the front of the sweatshirt with some fancy logo that had laurel leaves on it.

“Has everything been to your satisfaction?” Damian asked.

“Everything except how exhausted I am. You’re being very gracious, Damian. Thank you for letting me stay along with Jon.”

Damian nodded. “Of course.” He paused. “Perhaps the next gathering will be smaller and more… what was the word you used? Personal?”

I smiled. “I said your party tonight was impersonal so yeah I guess. You’ll have to remind Jon to let me know how that goes,” I said.

“Tt. You assume you wouldn’t be invited.”

“You and I don’t know each other. I'm only here tonight because of Jon.”

“We go to the same school, do we not?” he asked.

“Well, I mean, yeah.”

“Then perhaps that will change.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, not holding out too much hope.

“I’ll leave you to your rest, Miss McCloud.”

“Just call me Cloudy. And thanks Damian. For everything. It was a nice party.”

“That you didn’t enjoy,” he pointed out.

I snickered. “Well, that kind of party isn’t my scene.”

“Understood. Goodnight, Miss Mc—Cloudy.”

“‘Night Damian,” I said. It was nearing midnight and I hadn’t stayed up that late in… months. Since New Year’s.

Damian bowed out of the guest room.

I climbed into the bed, shuffled around to get comfortable, and went to sleep, exhaustion from the party pulling me right under.

^^^^^

Jon was leaned against a wall in a set of Tim’s pajamas with his arms folded and a mischievous grin on his face. “Face it, Rob, you think she’s cute,” he said playfully.

“You’re mistaken, Kent,” Damian replied calmly, walking right past his best friend and heading for his own bedroom. Jon followed after. “Your friend is refreshingly intelligent and opinionated, but I don’t have time for cute.”

“Shame. ‘Cause I think she was diggin’ you too.”

“Kent?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Shutting.” Jon mimed zipping his mouth shut with an enormous close-lipped smile, shoved his hands into the pockets of Tim’s flannel pajama bottoms, and strolled off to the guest room he usually occupied when he stayed the night at Wayne Manor. He couldn’t help but plot ways to get Cloudy and Damian interested in each other. He could see it plain as day in the looks they gave each other. He could hear it in the fluctuations of their heartbeats.

Though, to be fair, he’d heard their entire conversation about how much she didn’t like the party and her heart fluctuations could have been embarrassment. That sounded more like the Cloudy he’d known for… years.

Jon wasn’t the type to cause drama, but he was definitely not going to let this opportunity pass him up. Damian and Cloudy would make a cute couple. Jon decided it was his job to make that happen.

Giggling he got in bed and snuggled down to sleep, the pounding rainstorm like a lullaby to him.

[fangirl-who-writes-shit]

The Girl Who Cried Wolf:Peter Parker short fanfic: PART 2:

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!reader. (Described as curvy but obviously can be any body type and gender, just changed the words in ur head x)

Masterlist

Warnings for all parts: Mental Health, swearing, probs some violence at some point, emotional/physical/sexual abuse, sexual nature (consent), emmm emotional rollercoaster throughout. I think that’s it?? Please tell me if not.

If part has triggering parts for sensitive reads I will say.

In this one has mentions of sexual assault. AND FLUFF.

Readers p.o.v.

I let out a shaky breath as I stared at his perfect face, he hasn’t noticed me yet as he seemed to be looking for someone on the platform.

I see Peter every school day at the same time and in the same place, but we hardly speak to each other as I’m too shy and socially awkward and I’m guessing he is as well because he’s so nervous around me. Normally our conversations are simple hello and goodbyes and a couple of other words as well. That’s it, but still I have the biggest crush on him that know one knows about I mean who would. I have no friends even though people think they are my friends as every time I walk down the school hall I get bombarded with ‘hellos’ and conversation starters along with smiles. But I like to stay to myself, all the time…most the time.

“H-he-hey Peter” I said trying to get his attention, I don’t know why because I won’t be able to say anything to him because I’m so socially awkward. I noticed his head turn my way so quickly I was scared that he might of hurt it.

“H-hey Y/N” He said as I blushed because he had sent a dorky smile at me. I let out a small giggle at the smile that warms my heart up every day. We both didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride, like always, but I keep on stealing glances of him. I blushed bright red when he caught me and looked away.

Soon the train stopped at our stop and we walked off together and to school side by side like always. I soon started to see some classmates and everyone started to wave and smile at me.

“Hey Y/N!”

Was the most common of the lot, no one said hello to Peter which made me feel a bit guilty. I don’t know why I’m so 'popular’, I’m scared to think what people would do if they found out that I’m Tony Starks daughter.

We soon reached the main entrance to Midtown school. I turned to Peter with a smile about to say bye and thanks for walking with me to school like I always do but as soon as I tried to open my mouth a car horn started to beep at us.

“Hey Doll! What you doing standing with Penis Parker?!” A voice shouted pulling up next to us, I felt myself get angry at the nickname. Only Steve can call me that.

“Fuck off Flash” I said and grabbed Peters arm to pull him away.

“Come on baby, look what you’re missing out on!” He yelled again but all I did was flip him off as Peter and I walked into school. I turned to Peter against with a smile and a blush.

“I was going to-”

“Peter!!” Another voice shouted causing him to roll his eyes and look towards where the voice was coming from but let out a small smile when he saw Ned.

“Peter, please don’t tell me we have a Spanish quiz first. I thought it was next week but I over heard a couple of people saying it’s today” He said slightly out of breath from running over to us, I giggled a little as Peter glared at him for some reason.

“Ned, I was just talking to Y/N” I heard him mumble, Ned looked over at me with a smile.

“Hey Y/N!” He said happily. I laughed and sent him a wave.

“Hey Ned, and no we don’t have our Spanish quiz this week. It is next week” I said with a sweet smile, but started to go shy again as they stared at me in shock as I don’t talk a lot unless it’s shouting at Flash.

“Thanks Y/N, hey you wanna sit with us at lunch?” He asked, I blushed then started to play with my fingers as I thought about it. Normally I sit by myself and read but maybe it will be good to sit with someone as mum didn’t come home last night and it might take my mind of things. I looked over at Peter to see if it was okay with him but he was looking at Ned giving him a certain look I didn’t understand.

“S-su-sure” I tried to say but it came out like I had a stutter. I saw Peter turn to look at me.

“Really?!” He asked surprised with a bright smile cause me to blush, does he want me to sit with him. All I did was nod.

“Great, see you later then!” Ned said and dragged Peter away who had that dorky smile on him again. I let out a small giggle as we had nearly every class together including form.

(A/N I don’t know what Americans call form, I think it’s homeroom? But in England we are form which normally is about ten minutes before class where u take registration and ur form teacher tells you about the news in the school)

I smiled to myself again and Peter sent me a wave before turning a corner. I checked my phone again but still nothing from mum. Fuck, okay just forget think about something else.

I started to head over to my locker to put away my English books and get my Spanish books out. I smiled at a couple of people as they waved and said hi to me but as soon as they were out of sight all I could do was roll my eyes. I soon reached my locker and muttered the numbers to myself as I unlocked it.

“Baby!” A voice shouted at me, I let out a groan and slammed my locker shut once if sorted everything out. I turned toward the face beside me.

“Fuck off Thompson.” I snapped and tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm pulling me closer to him.

“Come on baby, don’t be scared” He growled causing tears to develop in my eyes as a memory ran through my mind because someone has said them exact words to me before.

“Em, Flash p-please don’t touch me, let go of me” I whispered and I felt the stares of the corridor on me.

“Y/N just give me a chance” He said and put a hand on my hips causing me to gasp quietly. But as soon as he tried to lower his hands to my arse something in me snapped. And out of instincts, I grabbed his shoulders and pulling him down slightly to knee him in between his legs and as he leaned over in pain I punched him in the face. Hard. I then let out a scream of annoyance.

“I said don’t touch me you bastard!!” I went to punch him again but someone grabbed my arm. I felt tears run down my face as I remembered that my first kiss was stolen from me when I was nine by a forty year old man who was one of mums clients. More anger built up inside from all the times mum had let me down.

“Let go of me! Let me hit him again” I yelled at whoever was holding me back, and whoever was is very strong as I’m giving it my all to get out of their arms.

“Y/N, Y/N calm down please.” Their voice whispered in my ear and I immediately stopped kicking and screaming. I took in a deep breath as I released what’s just happened and everyone in the corridor had just seen.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go and see the school counsellor” Peter said letting go of me, I shook my head and grabbed my bag from the floor what I had dropped when I hit Flash.

“I’m fine” I said, the adrenaline wearing off and I just started to feel the pain from my hand. I looked down at the floor to see Flash on his knees, one hand over his bloody nose and the other over his dick.

“Never touch me like that again” I said as I walked past, my tears still fresh. I felt everyone’s eyes follow me as I walked down the corridor and to the nearest bathroom. The bell went as soon as I stepped in but I didn’t give a fuck.

I let out another scream not believing what I just did, it was just them words and his hands… this time I let out a cry as I looked at myself in the mirror. I went into my bag to get out some spare makeup. All I did was re-apply my concealer as some of it was washed away by my tears.

I looked down at my left hand to see it already bruising and was bleeding a bit.

“Shit” I cursed to myself and ran it under some cold water causing me to wince slightly.

“Y/N?” I heard his voice say, it made my heart flutter slightly. I took in a deep breath and turned around drying my hand on my jumper.

“This is the girls bathroom Peter” I said not looking at him.

“Y/N, what happened back there? Ned and I could hear you from the next corridor” I sighed trying to ignoring the pain in my hand.

“Flash tried to grab my arse and I snapped so I kneed him between his legs and punched him” I said shyly and pushed some hair out of my face. I looked over at Peter and released that this was probably the most we’ve ever talked.

“He tried to do what?” He asked and I noticed that his fists are clenched into tight balls by his sides and his face was going red.

“Don’t make to say it again” I whispered pulling at my sleeves. He slowly started to walk forward and gave me a look as if to ask if it was okay, I just nodded.

“Can I see your hand?” He asked and reached down to bring it closer to him as I nodded again. He started to feel around it a little causing me to wince.

“Sorry, sorry I’m just checking to see if it’s broken” He said and pressed down on my knuckles, I drew in a deep breath. I’ve felt worse pain before, it’s okay.

“It’s not” He whispered. I smiled at him as a thank you and slowly took my hand out of his as he gripped onto mine.

“Sorry” He mumbled and put his hands in his pockets avoiding looking at me, I giggled at his awkwardness.

“It’s fine Peter, erm thank you for em you know holding me back. I really don’t know what came over me. Thank you” I said turning away from him to see if my makeup was blending enough, I noticed that a bit on the side of my lip wasn’t blended right. I picked up my brush again and started to sort it out.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked leaning forward to see my face, I blushed as he was quite close to my face.

“I’m doing my makeup” I giggled as I felt my cheeks go red, he rolled his eyes with a smirk.

“Yeah I know but I mean what are you doing?” He chuckled, I smiled to myself at his facial expression. I love seeing him happy and it made my hard flutter that it was me making him feel that emotion.

“I’m blending” Was all I said probably confusing him more.

“I-I d-don’t think you need it” I heard Peter say, I stopped what I was doing and slowly turned towards him in shock. Peter was looking away and started to fiddle with with the paper towel dispenser, his cheeks blood red. I let out a shaky breath still looking at him.

“T-t-thank you, but it’s okay you don’t have to lie to make me feel better” I said and started to pack away my makeup, he’s obviously just feeling sorry for me.

“I’m not lying, I-I think you’re really pretty em beautiful in fact” He said louder than before and turned to face me, we stared at each other for what feelings like hours but in reality I know it’s only been a couple of seconds. I went to open my moth to say something but couldn’t as a the door flew open with a BANG.

“Miss Y/L/N to my office now!” A voice shouted at us, I saw the headmaster glaring at me with Flash behind him. I nodded timidly and put my bag over my shoulders.

“Mr Parker, class has started. Go.” I saw Peter give me a smile before running out. I sighed and walked forward my breath escalating at a rapid pace.

The headmasters office wasn’t far from the bathroom as we arrived in under two minutes. As we walked I kept on glancing at Thompson who had dried blood all around his hand and nose, he was also walking with a bit of a limp.

“Both of you sit down” Sir said pointing to the two seats in front of his desk.

“No Y/N, Eugene was telling me how he ended up in the poor state he is in. And well what he told me shocked me. Apparently Eugene was giving you a compliment on how you looked today and you just lashed out on him.” My mouth dropped open as I tried to process what sir just said. I looked over at Flash in disbelief.

“S-sir that isn’t what happened! Thompson was harassing me, he touched me in places I didn’t want to be touched and I snapped. There are witnesses, I swear sir I didn’t just lash out at him because of a 'compliment’!” I yelled slightly, sir stared at me with serious eyes.

“Miss Y/L/N, if you are being truthful this is serious. Mr Thompson you will be kicked off all academic teams-”

“Sir!” Flash yelled, I looked over at him with a sigh. I couldn’t let that happen, no matter how much I think he’s a dick I know how much academic teams mean to him.

“Em sir, n-now thinking about it. I’m probably over exaggerating, I’m just having a though day and I just took it the wrong way.” I whispered the last bit looking down at my fingers. I looked over at Thompson who stared at me in shock.

“Right, well I will talk to the school board and they will take in your circumstances and we will decide a punishment” I looked up at the word 'circumstances’ and knew he meant my medical record. I nodded and stood up, just wanting to get to class.

“Thank you sir” I mumbled, Flash stood up as well and nodded at sir. We both walked out and I tried to get away from him as soon as possible but he caught my arm causing me to flinch at his touch.

“Why did you do that, finally starting to like me?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. I looked at him in shock, not even a thank you.

“Go fuck yourself” Was all I said and walked away.

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Thank you for reading, please tell me if you want more ❤️.

[too-many-loose-ends]

All of the questions and 155- what should we carve in our pumpkin this year for Halloween?

1: Full nameConnor Edwards, I've probs done it before, but I'm leaving out my middle name from now on2: Age203: 3 FearsSpiders, failure, being alone4: 3 things I loveSarah, fitness, and pop punk5: 4 turns onSarah, being rough, cute lingerie, doing things at inappropriate times and places6: 4 turns offI can't think of any, pass7: My best friendSarah8: Sexual orientationStr89: My best first dateWhen Sarah and I went to the art museum and Kings Island, it was really cold and I was kinda sick but it was soooo worth it10: How tall am I6 feet 3 inches or 1,91 meters11: What do I missSarah12: What time were I bornI think around 5 AM13: Favourite colorPurple14: Do I have a crushYes obviously15: Favourite quote"Existence is pain"- Mr. Meeseeks16: Favourite placeAnywhere with Sarah17: Favourite foodPizza18: Do I use sarcasmAll the time19: What am I listening to right nowMy fan spinning20: First thing I notice in new personTheir voice21: Shoe size10.5-11, depends on the brand22: Eye colorBlue-green23: Hair colorBlond24: Favourite style of clothingPop punk or athletic wear25: Ever done a prank call?Yes27: Meaning behind my URLIt's sort of from a Real Friends song called loose ends and when I made it I didn't really like myself so I thought I had too many loose ends to fix28: Favourite movieEither the new Power Rangers movie or Clockwork Orange29: Favourite song19 Seventy Sumthin' by Neck Deep30: Favourite bandNeck Deep or Knocked Loose31: How I feel right nowI miss Sarah32: Someone I loveSarah33: My current relationship statusTaken34: My relationship with my parentsIt's alright35: Favourite holidayHalloween bc I love much Sarah gets excited for it, it's adorable36: Tattoos and piercing i haveNone37: Tattoos and piercing i wantI have a whole list lol38: The reason I joined TumblrAll my friends were doing it, now I'm like the only one left lol39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?I don't hate her, I just think she's a bad person 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Yes41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?Yes42: When did I last hold hands?Earlier today43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Depends on if I shower or not, an hour without, an hour and a half with44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?Nope45: Where am I right now?In bed46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Sarah47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Loud af48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yeah but I wish I didn't49: Am I excited for anything?Seeing Sarah50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yes51: How often do I wear a fake smile?Whenever customers tell shit jokes52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Earlier today53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I would be v upset54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Nope55: What is something I disliked about today?Sarah having to leave56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Neil deGrasse Tyson or Stephen Hawking57: What do I think about most?Sarah58: What’s my strangest talent?I don't even have any normal talents lol59: Do I have any strange phobias?Nope60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Behind61: What was the last lie I told?I don't know lol I don't keep track of them62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Video chatting63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?No, yes64: Do I believe in magic?No65: Do I believe in luck?No66: What’s the weather like right now?I think it might be cloudy but I don't feel like checking67: What was the last book I’ve read?From start to finish? Idk lol68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Yes69: Do I have any nicknames?I don't really have any70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?Torn labrum/dislocated shoulder, I had to have 5 anchors put in my shoulder to fix it71: Do I spend money or save it?Spend lol72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?Yes73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?Yes74: Favourite animal?Fennec foxes75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Getting ready for bed76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Satan doesn't exist so he has none77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Gold Steps by Neck Deep78: How can you win my heart?If you're not Sarah there's no chance of it happening79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?I'm not sure80: What is my favorite word?Sarah81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrI literally only pay attention to Sarah's so I don't have 4 others lol 😅82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?Can we please do something about the Nazi problem we have83: Do I have any relatives in jail?Not that I'm aware of 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Regeneration85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Idk???86: What is my current desktop picture?The default one87: Had sex?Yes88: Bought condoms?Yes89: Gotten pregnant?No90: Failed a class?Not technically but I have to retake some for my major91: Kissed a boy?No92: Kissed a girl?Yes93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Yes94: Had job?Yes95: Left the house without my wallet?Yes96: Bullied someone on the internet?I don't think so?97: Had sex in public?No but we've done stuff in public98: Played on a sports team?Yes99: Smoked weed?No100: Did drugs?No101: Smoked cigarettes?No102: Drank alcohol?No103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No104: Been overweight?No105: Been underweight?Technically speaking yes but I've always been a healthy weight106: Been to a wedding?Yes107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?I don't think so108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Probably109: Been outside my home country?Yes110: Gotten my heart broken?Yes111: Been to a professional sports game?Yes112: Broken a bone?Yes113: Cut myself?No114: Been to prom?Yes115: Been in airplane?Yes116: Fly by helicopter?No117: What concerts have I been to?Warped tour '13-'17, back to the future hearts tour, apollo x tour, overdose tour, okay usa tour, and I saw Beartooth with Silverstein in early 2015 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Nope119: Learned another language?Yes120: Wore make up?Nope121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?Nope122: Had oral sex?Yes123: Dyed my hair?Nope124: Voted in a presidential election?Yes125: Rode in an ambulance?Yes126: Had a surgery?Yes127: Met someone famous?Yes128: Stalked someone on a social network?Who hasn't?129: Peed outside?Yes130: Been fishing?No131: Helped with charity?Yes132: Been rejected by a crush?Yes133: Broken a mirror?No134: What do I want for birthday?Money135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?None136: Was I named after anyone?Nope137: Do I like my handwriting?Sure but it's sloppy af138: What was my favourite toy as a child?I really like Lego sets 139: Favourite Tv Show?Rick and Morty140: Where do I want to live when older?I'm not sure141: Play any musical instrument?Not anymore142: One of my scars, how did I get it?I have a scar on my right knee from hitting a hurdle 143: Favourite pizza toping?My fav is plain cheese144: Am I afraid of the dark?No145: Am I afraid of heights?Sort of146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Yes 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yes148: What I’m really bad atA lot lol149: What my greatest achievments areGetting onto a D1 track team, re-earning my scholarship after losing it, dating Sarah150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to meI'm not sure151: What I’d do if I won in a lotteryPretend like I didn't152: What do I like about myselfFor someone so scrawny I'm pretty strong153: My closest Tumblr friendSarah154: Something I fantasise aboutLife with Sarah once were both done with undergrad155: Any question you’d like?To answer your question, I'm not sure, that's up to you since you like it so much, I just like getting to do it with you 😘

[survivor-islands-of-adventure]

EPISODE 11

So I really pushed for it and it happened, Madison is officially gone and that’s one less person I gotta suck up to. But now mark is pissed at me. WHY WOULD WE VOTE KAREN OFF. She does not have a strong game, she’s floundering, she’s a prefect goat to take to the end. But whatever! Be as mad as you want. I was trying to help us both. But you just wanna be a big MAN BABY because I’m not letting you run this game. Remember how I said I wanted to run this and take no prisoners- well it’s now in full fuckin swing. I’ll do anything to get to the end. Even if that means cutting off mark, my number one ally. I’m actually super upset because I feel like he won’t be my friend anymore and wow I need to stop rambling whatever goodnight goodbye Goodluck 

I did a confessional before i got a strike lmaoooo I won immunity bitches time for revenge in Madison’s name. I’d love to just take out Tracey’s boring ass this round but there’s bigger threats in the game and unfortunately she’s not a threat to anyone or anything ever so let’s hope we can actually flush stoners idol this round and take out dan or drew 

I didn't win immunity but i beat Drew the legend's score so im really happy about that. Tonight's plan is to tell people we're voting dan but actually vote drew, so I'm hoping it's seamless and not a fucking trainwreck like it has been. We're also trying to get Chris to use his idol. Lastly, im not sure i trust charlie atm. Mark wants her in on the Drew vote but im nervous that she might spill. 

mark brought up a good point, but pat could potentially play the sapphire idol this round or the next for a big move, and with the way the game is going, one of these two tribals is probably the time to play it to try and swing some momentum back in his favor while also making a big move to add to his resume. just ideas™ in my head

Another fucking mess vote. Will I vote Drew? Maybe. Will I vote Chelsea? Maybe. Am I getting blindsided? Maybe. Idk it just feels weird. I feel like people are talking a lot but not a lot at the same time. Like we’re all beating around the bush. Let’s hop to it ladies. I’ll proabbly turn on Drew this week, I hope that doesn’t effect anything with Stoner in this game or the other game I’m in with him.

I'm writing another log because I'm so nervous for tonight once again. Idk why but I'm skeptical about Pippa being included in our voting information because I think she is secretly spying for Chris. The other night I told Pippa that I might vote Chris and not even a minute later, he messages me saying "I heard I'm getting votes against me." Coincidence? Idk. I want to be able to network and work with people but I don't know who to trust. Pat and Mark are pretty cool, but even Sammy I'm a little bit worried about. On the same night with the Pippa situation, I got a message from Chris telling me that Sammy asked him if he would vote me. So, now I'm not sure if Chris was just baiting me to start a fight, or if Sammy might also be working with Chris. Fuck. 

This round is a mess but honestly, I’m like so here for it. I’m lowkey hoping Pat hits the bricks bc I told Drew he’s getting all the votes. I can’t wait to get voted out hahahahahaha. That would be so fucking funny. Everyone thinks Chris has the idol, but Drew does :~)

so this round has been very boring. Everyone is being predictable and sticking with their comfort.  However I really want to switch things up and stop giving Tracey stoner and Chris so much power. Tracey just keeps coming to me to get information and it's low-key annoying cause like obvs I know she is working w Chris and Drew.  Like she could be making power moves but she has not worked w me once and keeps like not going w anything I tell her. lmao whatever.

I feel like I have my little baby hands in every honey pot in this game. I’m the swing vote but I’m also deciding who it swings on. I’m letting Mark and drew think they’re picking who the vote is, but I’m whispering in their ears ehehhehe. Hopefully drew goes home tonight and stoner uses his idol

So uhhhhh last tribal was iconic skdndkndkdnd it actually worked and I'm still here ??????? Anyway nothing new has really happened so yeah :/ but um the others are flushing chris' idol and me drew and Chris are voting for Sammy. Also I need to keep an eye on dan because he still seems like a flip flopped skcjfkfnfj

CONFESSIONAL: This week is supposed to go smoothly. My alliance of sammy chelsea and mark is going well. I trust them a lot. With my alliance members getting voted out its easier for them to want to vote for me in the end. I miss madison but we have to keep moving forward to eliiminate drew, chris and tracey. i CANNOT STAND THEM. especially tracey. if she takes me out i will actually cry. No matter what happens atlast i have majority. and it seeeeeeems like people are noticing me and I realllllyyyy like that. Like if they keep going for chelsea and mark Its going to be amazing. This is literally how I won my BB game so I think this is a good way to get myself into the same position

OKAY SO SOMEHOW the concept of voting out madison actually worked?? Charlotte's interest in playing both sides was so incredible and useful in the last minute. Rip Ricky btw, i hope by the time this comes out, things are better for him. So the challenge was firedragon, which means i lost right the fuck away. So once again, a brilliant idol play was necessary. I'm bitter af that it couldn't be Chelsea ...but sammy probably was the better call. But now i'm stuck, F8, no idol, very little hope. It's nearing the end of the road but honestly making it this far is a triumph in itself.

SAMMY IS VOTED OUT

I’m shook. This is my third individual immunity win. My target is definitely growing but I still feel like I’m playing a reasonable game. I would love for Pat to use his Sapphire idol this week bc I would be safe regardless, but honestly Drew is the easy vote. The only thing that sucks is that he knows Pat has the Sapphire idol and if I flip, he could easily tell Pat or others about me telling him. I could do some damage control this week and tell Pat that Drew asked me if Pat had won the power and I said idk. And act like drew knew where everyone competed and it’s wideled down to Pat possibly having it. That’s a little risky but if it comes out that Drew told Pat I told him about the idol, it could save me and I can easily back pedal and say that Drew has a lucky guess. But at the same time, why would Drew lie if he was going out the door hnnnnn. It’s best if Pat doesn’t feel safe this week/thinks it’s gonna go to rocks. I think I could push a tie narrative by throwing Charlotte under the bus, but we’ll see. Regardless I’m going to the f7 and hopefully I have a solid group of 4 and maybe an idol of my own up my sleeve. 

Okay I literally forgot that prevotes are due tonight; not being in an alliance chat this round made things weird, but iIve been working with Pat, Dan, Mark, and Charlotte to find the idol this entire time. I'm gonna be voting Chris, Tracey, or Drew, but I guess I should be talking to people about that and not idol clues lmfao.

Trying to fucking explain to Pat how his own Sapphire idol works is like trying to explain not being racist to my Uncle Bill. It’s just not....happening. 

So!!!!!! Another tribal another person gone whew it sucka that it had to be sammy bc I actually wanted to work with him a bit but I gotta do what I gotta do to stay in the game. We had touchy subjects this round and I got most annoying which I'm sure I got bc I snapped in the tribe chat that one time JSJDJDJDJ and who doesn't deserve to still be here which is like ????? I get it!!! Y'all wanted me out for so long but you can't your way bc I'm smarter but w/e!!!! They can stay hatin ! I think I got most likely to get to the end and win or lose idk but I like my odds tbh rkdjdofnfk so this round will prob end being split 4-4 which is exciting bc it means we'll prob be going to rocks !!!! I'm nervous about being rocked out but hey at least it'll be exciting lol. I'm hoping after this round or next round to get dan out tho, he's playing a superb game and it'd be a great move to take him out t b h

Eek I really hope drew finally goes home! Glad I won funniest tbh! Haha! I’ll make a longer confessional later! I’ll prob be sent home tonight oh whale

I LOST THE CHALLENGE I DON'T HAVE AN IDOL This should spell death for me. It really should. it probably still will. But I have three people willing to vote with me, two willing to pull a rock for me. So far, at least. A lot of shit changes when the revote is upon us. There's also Pat's sapphire idol to think about. I'm honestly not expecting to make it through this round but if I do, there are only four rounds left to go. Four rounds, it's not that much. We're trying to vote Pat because making me and Pat both safe was the best way to keep Dan on board with the plan. That and the fact that he won immunity and wouldn't pull a rock. Also I got biggest threat and needs to go next. These whores really know how to flatter a bitch.

IM FINALLY VOTING TRACEY OUT.. too bad shes not actually going home bc Pat has the reward from the dark week. He started getting nervous with his name apparently going around this vote and only charlotte or dan would need to flip to cause rocks/send pat home. So Pat is safe with his idol but it cancels votes for the top 2 vote getters. So we had to maneuver the votes so Tracey is actually the second vote getter and Drew is the 3rd so Drew goes home. Me Dan Pat and Chelsea searched every name in survivor history on the blog for the clues to the idol, and then searched those numbers. We dont have it yet but should soon. Touchy subjects was interesting. Apparently i really am perceived to be running this game, not sure how that happened. But hopefully if i get to the end after "running the game"  since merge thatll make up the lack of social game i have compared to some of the people left in the game.

[chaotictome]

We left the chirrups, beeping, blooping, and shouting of the basement arcade, heading up the stairs that groaned under our feet.  The beagles danced at our feet, then at the door.  As a fresh wave hit me from outside, all I could think of was the cigarette between your lips, flashing red yellow blue purple green red yellow blue purple green red yellow blue purple green in tiny frantic lights.  The lighter clicked and your face was awash in flameglow instead.  Bright red lips pursed slightly, pulling the cigarette in on your first drag.

The flutter in my chest was something I was used to by now.  I wasn’t sure when it started.  I only remember the conscious thought months back upon waking up; I can see myself with you, and in love with you.  Even after discussion, the thought never left.  I don’t know if my symptoms started then, or earlier.  As the dogs rushed to the backyard gate, I pushed aside a wayward thought, locking it away for when things were more stable.

I’m fine with just being us.  Okay!  But… does this mean I get to kiss you?  Nah, no kisses for now, we’ll see how things go.  No prob!

Don’t mess that up.  I wasn’t worried about our friendship; there were deeper bonds than the petty bullshit that usually got in the way.  I just wanted things to happen…as long as you wanted them, too.  I waited until you followed the dogs into the yard, then shut the gate behind us, letting them run around.  I stood vigil at the fenceline, protecting the newly planted grass from excited doggie paws.

I don’t remember what we talked about.  I just remember chasing the dogs away from the fence, where rabbits liked to escape, and watching you blow smoke out.  Hadn’t smoked in two years.  I’d never seen it, and shit, it was attractive.  Only in social situations, which was good, but also the biggest damn shame because I loved watching the way the smoke trailed from your lips, the way the cigarette gave a dim light to your face in the otherwise dark yard.

I lied.  I remember one thing: Telling you how much I loved how you looked when you smoked.  You laughed, and I protested; “I’m serious!  My heart’s going crazy right now!”

“I use these all the way up,” you said, waving the slowly burning cigarette butt around, ready to take the dogs in.  Something in my chest seized – don’t do it, don’t ruin it, don’t, don’t don’t – and I said your name, grabbing your free hand and pulling you back, back out of the light of the driveway, into the shade of the house and the yard, letting the dogs dance at the fence.  “What?”

Don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t but something told me if I didn’t, I would regret for the rest of my life.  Hoping I wasn’t making a mistake, wasn’t treading on any of your boundaries, I forced the lump out of my throat, letting it fall into coherent words.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked at me, and I don’t know what you thought, but I remember us getting closer and my hand on your cheek and yours on the back of my head and we kissed, and all I could think was God this is so nice, I’m so sorry I’m bad at this.  My stomach did kicks and backflips and my heart felt like it exploded into fireworks of joy.  In that moment I hated and understood every single stupid cliché out there and the thought came bubbling back up, and I let it stay after I laughed and you laughed and drew me in again: I think I’m actually in love with you.  I can’t remember caring about anyone else more than I care about you.  Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, even if this is just humoring me even though you’re not the type to do that, I don’t care.  If you’re happy, whatever you do, wherever you go, whoever you’re with, then I’m happy too.  I’d like to be the person to make you happy, but if I’m not… god damn, then I commend the person who can, and I hope you two find each other soon.  But I hope it’s me.  All of that, in seconds, and you pulled away, motioning to the cigarette which was now nearly at your fingertips.  I nodded, following you back inside, apologies spilling out of my mouth as my face heated up.  You smirked at me and something inside me pulled sideways and I think I just fell even harder.

And I will wait, to see if the offer still stands (“You’re not that bad.”  “Really?”  “Really.”  “You’ve had worse?”  “Oh yeah.”  “Well… maybe you could help me practice?”  Your head had tilted, eyes incomprehensible, and the side of your mouth pulled.  “I think we can do that.”  And I nearly kissed you again in sheer joy).  

But I won’t forget. And I’ll wait.  And all I want, all I truly want, is your happiness.  I can only hope that he best situation leads to you pulling me in for another kiss with a smile, willing and wanting it just as much as I do.

I wish I could have told you this before, but it was too overwhelming, for me when I realized what was going on, and for you in your life.  So I leave these words here, for anyone to read, and ponder if it’s fact or fiction, and who “you” are, and I just smile at the thought of their wondering.  And these words will be here, come what may, and I will leave them, to immortalize one small moment that meant the world to me.