#and to bully that girl because she was mostly right is just ridiculous

[cal-flakes]

for all my glasses wearers: this requests for you.

shy reader who is used to ppl telling them they look better without glasses, only for rafe to find out they actually do very much need them, especially to read

so rafe finally encourages them to wear them more and make sure to tell them how cute they look with them

this feels like a personal attack and I LOVE IT. (i am absolutely supposed to wear my glasses 24/7 but i hate them so no.)

╰┈➤ rafe finds out y/n can’t see very well

warnings: mostly fluff.

summary: rafe does his best to reassure y/n that she looks beautiful with her glasses.

rafe had never really picked up on y/n’s lack of 20/20 vision until they started seeing eachother more often. from asking him to read food menu’s for her, to almost running someone over in the car, because she couldn’t see.

he’d known y/n all his life, and he’d never seen her wearing her glasses, ever. he didn’t even know she needed glasses before a romantic relationship was ignited between the two at a party.

the first time he’d brought up getting her eyes tested, she got defensive and snappy, shouting about how ‘her vision was perfectly fine’. rafe agreed to drop the subject, and it was never mentioned again, until they were driving home from the store. “y/n that’s a person!” he had shrieked, causing her to slam on the breaks, winding him in the process. “oh, oops?”

that was when he finally decided to book her a secret eye test, convincing her they were going for lunch, and surprising her completely when they pulled up outside the eye doctors. to his surprise, she reluctantly revealed that she infact, had glasses, she just never wore them.

“baby, seriously, you have to start wearing them. you almost ran someone over the other day!” he exclaimed, completely oblivious to the reason she refused to wear them. “fine! i don’t wear my glasses because some boys bullied me in eighth grade! they said i looked like that old lady from monsters inc! you know? the one that says ‘mike wazowski’?”

ever since then he couldn’t stop thinking about how awful it must’ve been for her, to simply put up with not being able to see simple things, yet being to shy to ask people to read for her.

so there they sat, cuddled up on the couch, staring at the television, or squinting, in her case. glancing in her direction for a moment, he noticed the strain in her posture as she leaned forward slightly, trying to focus on the screen.

“angel, i will do anything, and i mean anything, for you to go get your glasses, please” he pleaded, placing a reassuring hand on her cheek as she met his eyes.

sighing, she threw her head back, averting her eyes to the ceiling as she blew air through her nose. “seriously, rafe? this again?”

“my love, my sweet, sweet girl” he drawled, chuckling slightly. “i just want you to be able to enjoy and experience things properly, how can you expect to do that when your straining to see things?”

“fine! if it’ll shut you up, i’ll go get my glasses, and you can see how ugly they look, okay?” she groaned, tossing her legs over the couch. “okay baby” he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her hand before she pulled it out of his grip.

he sat excitedly, listening to her footsteps to and from the bedroom in her apartment. he sat up, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard her padding back towards the living room.

“don’t be ridiculous, you can open your eyes rafe..” she sighed impatiently. he smirked, twisting to see her as she stood in the doorway with an irritated hand on her hip.

his eyes widened as he took in her new appearance, completely unfamiliar to him. the round, tortoise-shell glasses fell perfectly down the bridge of her nose, creating a somewhat seductive, cute look, aligned perfectly with the freckles littered around her nose.

“you look..” rafe covered his mouth for a second, unable to contain his utter adoration for her in the moment. “i look horrible, i know”

“no! no, not at all. angel, you look so beautiful right now, like so unbelievably perfect..” he gasped, pushing off from his spot on the couch to wrap his arms around her.

snaking her arms around his neck, she hid her face in his chest as he looked down at her hungrily. “no, no, no…look at me baby” he muttered, cupping her cheeks to guide her face up to his.

she glanced up at him through her lashes while the glasses sat on the tip of her nose. “wait, fuck…not like that…”

“not like what?” she giggled, utterly oblivious to what she was doing.

“bedroom, now” he stated eagerly, grabbing her hand to pull her with him.

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 1

"as you wish Mama."

"Great Katakuri. I expected that you will do as I say without any complain.", Big mom looked down to her son, who was also one of the sweet commanders, with an evil grin.

"I already prepared everything for the ceremony. It won't be too fancy like we used to celebrate, because of our other preparations still going on. You just have to come looking decent for the event. One of your sisters will help you with that.", she added bored and shoved her face with desserts, ignoring her son completely.

Katakuri nodded and turned around to leave his mother alone. His look was frozen, strong like always. No expression was shown to his surroundings, but deep down under his facade his blood boiled of anger and frustration.

Out of all his siblings it has to be him.

Why?

Because he was admired by his family of his loyalty and heroic thinking? Because he always was on the front if something was going on?

Maybe that was the reason.

"Big Brother Katakuri!", a voice let him stop and look down to his sister Brulee. Smiling brightly she hugged the emotioneless man excited.

"I heard the news. Congratulation you will get married! Now you have always someone by your side!", she spoke happily, but her excitement was replaced by confusion after noticing the ice cold glare from her brother.

"Isn't that great?", she asked uneasy and got a deep sigh from Katakuri.

"How should that be great to get married to someone you didn't know?", he explained straight and was interrupted by a laughing Oven who entered their conversation.

"Yeah you are right brother. If I were you I also would be pissed. What if she is terrifying ugly? And then you are stuck with her in one bed for a lifetime.", he spoke mockingly and got punched in the gut by Brulee.

"Shut your filthy mouth Oven. You don't know that and I don't believe it. I wish Katakuri all the best.", she growled angered.

Katakuri watched the two and thought about their words. In a way Oven was right. He would never betray his mother and that means he would marry this woman, just to fulfill his duty, but he was also a man. Katakuri often thought how it would be to meet someone and care for someone other than with his siblings. Flambe and mostly Lola and Chiffon often talked about getting married with a man of their dreams. Find the true love and share their life with someone. Katakuri would never admit it, but he tried to find answers in books. Mostly romance novels where someone rescued his beloved. How ridiculous he thought, but honestly he was kind of jealous too. Most of his time he was working. Fulfilling his mother's wishes, but everything comes to an end and Katakuri came home to an empty room with no one to talk to. It would be nice to have someone by his side who was asking how he was doing, what was on his mind, but his life wouldn't allow that. Beside that, he also had a secret, which didn't allow him to just speak to someone freely. Hiding most of his face under a scarf, he swore to never show anyone his face. It only brought fear and pain. He knew how people would see him after looking at his monstrous mouth. Sharp teeth and an cold expression, let them run away scared or bullying him. Since he was a child he always had trouble after showing his image. Only hiding it let his self-doubts weaken. Nowadays as an adult, he was a feared pirate and one of the best fighters of Big moms crew. No one would dare to ask what is behind his scarf, but showing his image a woman? A girl he would like to be with?

No way, she would run away and break his heart.

Sighing deeply Katakuri pinched his nose annoyed and felt an headache starting. Oven and Brulee stopped their fight and gave their brother a sympathetic look.

"I just made a joke. But sorry if it becomes reality.", Oven spoke uneasy, while Brulee gave him an evil glare.

"I don't care who this person is or how she looks. I just fulfill my order and nothing more. This arranged marriage is only to get mothers favorite fruits. So quit this shit and go to bed or something.", he spoke annoyed and left them to get home.

"Big brother..Katakuri…", Brulee whispered sadly and got a friendly clap from Oven.

"Don't worry. He will manage this. We are speaking of Katakuri Charlotte. He wouldn't fail this task and get used to it. Damn if it's that bad he didn't have to see her either. His island is big enough to hide.",Oven joked once again, but Brulee wished that it would be different.

Because he should too experience happiness to the fullest.

Xxx

The next day Katakuri got up early and made his usual routine, but was interrupted by a more than happy Brulee, who brought him an elegant suit and helped him with the shirt.

"You look great Big brother. Your wife will be happy to get such an elegant and noble man.", she tried to light the mood. She knew how difficult this situation was, but it could also be a chance. "Yeah she will be happy to get a man with a face like this. On top of that a man she just met.", he spoke coldly while pointing to his scarf. Sighing she gave him a saddened look, which let him feel guilty. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he let things happen and left to whole cake chateau to get over with this ceremony.

He felt nervous after entering the hall. It was his wedding after all. A seal, which no one should break and how loyal he was, Katakuri would stay strong to endure it if it would get difficult. His siblings were annoying him about this wedding, but he sure was kind of curious too.

Would she be a monster like Oven joked? An arrogant woman who throws with money? Who knows.

Feeling bad of thinking of someone like that, he pushed these thoughts away. Katakuri would never judge someone by his look, because of his face. He knew all too well how bad it is to be born with such features. But to be stuck with someone you fear or don't like wouldn't be better either.

"Get here. It will start now.", her sister pushed him forward and take a seat by her other siblings. Only his relatives were attending this show. Big mom was greeting his son with a smirk and gave the pastor a knowing look to get things as she wished. Katakuri stood alone at the end of a red carpet and looked to the big double doors. He felt relieved that this wedding wasn't so spectacular like his mother used to celebrate. For him it was already enough to have all the looks of his siblings on him. Slowly the doors opened and an old couple with royal clothes entered the hall.

"This have to be her parents.",he thought and could see how sad they were.

Katakuri knew that his mother gave them no chance to escape. Their empire was located on an island with all kinds of rare fruits. Mostly sweet fruits. And Big mom wanted to prevent others to make business with their kingdom. She threatened the king to attack his island and destroy everything if he would sell his goods to others. On top of that to have a longtime pressure medium, she arranged this wedding to never let them forget about their deal.

"(Y/N) (L/N) princess of Exotica.", a servant called out. Katakuri looked back to the door and was met with his bride. The sound of gasping was heard from the others while they got up to show their respect. Katakuri could feel how his heart was racing. He was expecting everything. From annoying, angry, ugly…or whatever, but before him was a breathtaking beautiful woman stepping uneasy forward, clothed in pure white underlining her innocent self. He had to calm his nerves to avoid showing any emotions. But damn was this really his wife? How should he deal with her? She was just standing beside him and making his body a sweating mess. How could a woman have such an impact on his strong and intimitating body?

Her look wandered up to his face. Now he was able to see her beautiful face clearly. It showed so many emotions, mostly nervousness and sadness of this whole situation. He realized how hard this have to be for her, like it was for him. She was meeting him for the first time and to be honest, he knew how scary he must look with his big scarf and tall, strong appearance. The ceremony was going to an end and (Y/N) didn't show any signs of emotions like her husband. Her heart was breaking with every step she made, because of losing the chance to see her home ever again. Over and over again she prepared herself for this event, but to be thrown into a new life so suddenly was too much to handle. Her look fell onto her husband and it gave her goosebumps.

He looked strong. He was tall and his eyes were piercing her small form like a predator. She couldn't tell what man he was. Only that he was a pirate. A strong merciless pirate. All in one, it frightened her. He didn't look like a man who would treat a woman nicely. He looked more like the rough and demanding type of guy.

Would she be able to handle such a relationship?

Her parents cried on her knees. Praying to her to make it up to her for their sins, but they would never be able to give her the life back she had. For (Y/N) it seemed that she was going to jail. They were shocked after hearing that she was going to marry Katakuri Charlotte. They were pale like ghosts. This made her more scared than she already was. Nevertheless she tried her best to be tough and endure it. To be a strong woman who would do anything for her home. Sacrificing her personal life for the life of others. So she landed here and accepted her fate to become Katakuri's wife.

Giving her signature next to his she noticed how elegant his handwriting was. In a way it seemed calm and collected. Completely different than his look. Still his expression was cold and emotionless.

After their ceremony she had to say goodbye to her parents which were crying hopelessly to give their daughter away. Giving them a kind smile she hugged them dearly and tried to help them as much as she could. She knew there was no other option.

"Don't be sad. I will give my best to help my land and become hopefully the wife which his family and Katakuri expect from me..",the last part was a bit uneasy, because she didn't knew exactly how this all would work. From one day to another she was a wife. So quickly, (Y/N) felt helpless and unprepared. On top of that she didn't know how she would be treated here.

On the other side, Brulee found this woman perfect and symphatic and she could see the sparkle in her brother's eyes. Never was someone able to get such an expression out of his strained look, but she knew how difficult her life with Katakuri would be. Slowly she came to (Y/N)'s side to help her.

"She will be in good hands.", she spoke and surprised the young girl by taking her hand and leading her to the dining hall. Silently she let herself get seated by Katakuri who avoid looking down to her. The feast started and (Y/N) was met with a ton of sweets and Big mom who was stuffing dessert after dessert into her mouth. It was loud and hectic. She couldn't follow the conversations between the guests and felt hopeless lost. Sighing she took a bite of her wedding cake and felt amazed by its taste. "wow…", she spoke fascinated, but quickly fell silent again to avoid any commotion. Glancing to the side she looked up to her husband. He just looked straight ahead doing nothing. Maybe waiting to go home.

"For him it's hard either. He was forced to marry me. Sure he hates me and just wants to run away.", she thought and endured the loud party.

Katakuri was depressed. Was this a joke? He was married to this beautiful woman, which he should be relieved and happy about it, but at the same time it felt terrible. A man like him would never be able to love. A man with his face would never be able to kiss or to experience a soft touch from a girl like her. It was like a torture to be with her. Getting up, the other guests fell silent of his sudden movement.

"I will leave now.", he spoke coldly and let (Y/N) shiver of fear. Without another word he left and let his dumbfounded wife behind. Looking after him she thought about what to do.

"(Y/N) did you enjoy your marriage? I have to say you are very beautiful dear. I am surprised that you weren't already taken. ", Big mom asked out of the blue and everyone fell silent to listen. Nervously she looked to Big mom which she knew from her parents that she was powerful and dangerous. She had to admit that his whole family looked quite dangerously with their weapons or evil looks. "Yes thank you. My parents didn't allow me to travel and at home there aren't many people at my age. I think that could be a reason. And I didn't find the right one for that step.", (Y/N) spoke uneasy and hoped to be as respectful as possible. Smiling evily Big mom chuckled." Locking their breathtaking daughter away to avoid getting her in wrong hands….Luckily you find the right one now. Hopefully you make my son happy. Be a good wife (Y/N).", she spoke and started to eat again. (Y/N) nodded and looked to the door where Katakuri had left.

"Don't worry. Out brother is always speaking in such a way. Short and to the point. We will bring you to his mansion on flour Island.", Brulee spoke kindly and ordered Oven to help her. Feeling nervous and scared of the unknown before her she followed them and trying to trust their words. On the way (Y/N) was relieved that Brulee was very friendly towards her, while Oven gave her the creeps of staring. Soon she was standing before her big luxurious home on a beautiful island.

"Just take your time and get to know each other. He looks scary I know, but deep inside he has a heart. Believe me…", Brulee spoke and (Y/N) found it sweet how she praised her brother. In a way it let herself calm down. Saying goodbye to the others she walked to the entrance and knocked. Waiting paitently a servant opened her door and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you…", she whispered and looked around her home in awe. Completely caught by the amazing pictures and decorations she didn't notice her husband attending her form and bumped into him. Looking up she was met with his cold gaze and quickly stepped back to apologize.

"I am terribly sorry. I didn't look where I was going.", she spoke nervously and got nothing back. Turning around he started to leave.

"Follow me."

Quickly she catched up to avoid making this mysterious man angry.

"Where is this going…."

Both thought about that.

[lyriquette]

Remnants of RWBY: Vytal Festival - Day 3: Alternate Universes

@remnants-of-rwby-events

The next offering is part of the Becoming AU, the Crack Taken Seriously fic where Ruby is mistakenly believed to be a Beacon professor by the rest of the school and Ozpin rolls with it. Antics ensue. But you don't need to read it to understand this chapter, which will probably be posted 2 weeks after to AO3.

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Becoming AU / Perspective: Jaune

After Forever Fall, Cardin makes the mistake of disparaging Crocea Mors within Ruby's earshot.

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It had been an...awkward couple of weeks after Forever Fall. 

He had expected Cardin to leave him alone after saving his life. He did not expect him to try and get all friendly instead. It was just extremely awkward, having Cardin try to include him in all of his team's activities and you know pretend like the whole blackmailing stuff never happened.

What's worse was that Cardin was genuinely sincere about these invitations too, which made it really hard to decline.

His team noticed too. And Nora was really getting hyped up on breaking Cardin's legs this time around, and no one believed him when he said that Cardin was trying to be nice instead of bullying him.

Which was why he was in this situation now. In the middle of the hallway, stuck making small talk with Cardin and the rest of his team, under the watchful eye of Ren and Nora a classroom away.

As for Pyrrha, well, she was suffering with him. Even her normally brilliant smile started to dim after fifteen minutes of this awkward situation - what could she do when Cardin was genuinely trying to be nice?

Well, at least his team won't think Cardin's trying to bully him anymore.

“I’m telling you that I’m perfectly fine with a sword and shield. It’s what I practice with, it’s what I know,” Jaune said wearily, mostly just wanting this conversation to end.

Unfortunately, Cardin didn’t want to comply with his silent wishes.  

“Look. You could definitely do better. Your sword and shield’s boring, outdated, and probably needs to retire in a museum somewhere. I know a couple shops where you can get a discou-” Any further words Cardin wanted to say seem to have gotten caught in his throat. Cardin's gaze was no longer on him but past his arm, where he caught a couple of red fading petals blowing in from behind.

That’s when Ruby just walked past him - from wherever she came from - and straight towards Cardin. He couldn't see her face, but from the way she was trembling, Ruby was not happy.

“Y-you’re kidding, right?” The normal bubbliness in Ruby’s voice was replaced with so much incredulity and anger that he believed Ruby had beef with Cardin over something unrelated entirely. Enough that Pyrrha and he immediately walked to their side, instinctively prepared to defuse the situation. 

At least until she dropped the bombshell.

“..Y-you’re seriously insulting Crocea Mors?” 

Seeing the intensity in Ruby’s steel eyes was scary - almost like watching a cat about to pounce a mouse. And Cardin clearly thought so too because he stumbled trying to step back and knocked into the wall behind him. 

It always confused him as to why Cardin would try his very best to avoid Ruby after his duel with her, despite Ruby losing that fight. Actually, it was a little funny that Mr. Tough Guy was so afraid of shy, cheerful Ruby.

...But looking at the slightly unhinged look in the younger girl's eyes, he’s starting to have an idea why. 

“I-I-I wasn’t…” Cardin stuttered to the amazement of the other members of his team. 

Ruby forwardly just stepped up and placed her hands on Cardin’s shoulders, which looked a little comical given that the guy had over a foot of height on her. 

“...Crocea Mors isn’t a weapon that you can ridicule,” Ruby whispered in dead seriousness, “It survived at least three generations in a Huntsman’s family. It survived the Great War. And it’ll probably survive you too.” 

He’s…pretty sure Ruby didn’t say ‘and that might be sooner rather than later' but oh boy did he feel it. And from the deer-in-headlights look Pyrrha’s giving him, she felt it too. 

“H-h-hey. Come on now. Let's not fight over that antique -” Russel remarked with a genial smile, sliding between Cardin and Ruby to try and make peace. And that smile wilted immediately after Ruby turned to him with a blank expression. Hell, even his mohawk looked like it wilted too. 

Gotta give him props though. 

What a true friend. 

“That antique was made with the best that Vacuoian steel-forging and Vale’s blacksmithing had to offer!” Ruby scathingly replied as she pushed Cardin away and stalked over to Russel, “Even today, blacksmiths and fabricator machines could only hope to match Crocea Mors’s durability and sharpness. 

“You wanna pit Shortwings against it for a couple hundred swings?” Ruby stomped a foot down and swung her arm to punctuate her point, “I will bet any amount of Lien that Shortwings shatters first!” 

Russell vigorously shook his head as quickly as he could - like a grade schooler knowing he did wrong. Unfortunately for him, it's clear Ruby was determined to hammer the lesson home.

“More importantly,” Ruby lowered her voice once more, “that antique had more thought put into it than most weapons today.”

“Crocea Mors was created specifically with the hope that its wielder would survive the Great War,” Ruby confidently declared, “And to do that, it was made to be both strong and reliable. Do you know what sand or water does to intricate mechanisms? It gums them up and then makes them useless.”

“Now of course, I built Crescent Rose here with a wicking system to deal with that,” Ruby affectionately added with a pat to the collapsed weapon hiding behind her cape, “but back then, who would know how to make that kind of mod?”

“Furthermore, whatever joints Crocea Mors had were made so well that the shield appears seamless when deployed,” Ruby lectured on, clearly calmer after her brief aside about her own weapon. It still didn’t stop her from prodding Russel’s chest every couple words though. “And as strong as every other part of the shield too.” 

So entranced he and Pyrrha were by this super assertive version of Ruby that they didn’t even realize Cardin and the rest of his team had already skedaddled. Only when Russel desperately gazed over at where Cardin was - and the indignant disbelief in the guy’s eyes - did they realize that the rest of team CRDL was just gone.

“Do you know which kingdoms preferred guerilla and ambush tactics the most? Mantle and Mistral!" Ruby continued on, gaining steam again, “Under those circumstances, a sheath that turns into a heater shield is a brilliant idea! Not to mention there’s a robust spring-loaded mechanism that can deliver a counter blow when the shield is deployed or even create a makeshift barricade to block a narrow passage.” 

"As for the sword, its excellence speaks for itself," Ruby then huffed as she closed in on a shrinking Russel, "but if you had any proper weapon knowledge, we wouldn’t be here right now."

“Keeping an edge that keen over three generations - an edge that can cleanly decapitate an Ursa Major in one swing - is a testament to both the blacksmith’s metalworking and Jaune’s family who maintained it well.”

…Well, now he was feeling guilty again about stealing Crocea Mors from the family.  

“Heck! Given how old this "antique" is, chances are it cut down someone who would’ve ended up killing your ancestors, giving you the opportunity to say such ignorant words today. ” Ruby continued on, “Really! You should be calling Crocea Mors your Granddadd- Wait Pyrrha, what are you-” 

Pyrrha had begun pulling the younger girl up and away from Russel, elbows latched underneath the other girl’s armpits.

Yeah, probably a good place to end things.

It still didn’t stop Pyrrha or himself from trying to stifle a laugh at the uncharacteristic Yang-like insult.

Definitely sisters, alright.

Still staring at Russel and being restrained by Pyrrha, Ruby frowned as she nudged her head towards him, “Come on, Jaune! He’s insulting your weapon! You should be defending Crocea Mors's honor!” 

“Errr…Ruby, I actually didn’t know all tha-”

Pyrrha shook her head violently, mouthing the word no. 

Russel, from the corner of his eyes, looked at him with an expression of gratefulness. 

Ruby slowly turned her head towards him. 

Oh. Crap.

[yanderecandystore]

Hello! If it's not too much of a hassle.

May I please request, Alexandra?

Scenario: Reader (AMAB) is poor and forced to marry Alexandra. But unfortunately for Alexandra, Darling is more interested in their daughter than in her (not incest btw!!) As the years go by.

Lmao I can see it happening X'D

TW/Tags: Somewhat fluff, somewhat goofy, somewhat weird? // mentions of past bullying // silly goofs sort of headcanon // questionable marriage/relationship with Alexandra // People ignoring the victim's side of the story // Reader has a lot of conflicted feelings about his situation // low-key happy ending unlocked?

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Oh no, please don't spoil this child, her mother is already very spoiled, sir. [Yandere!Bully!OC x Male!Reader - Headcanons]:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

I don't think much would happen to be honest, although it is interesting that you got in this situation in the first place. Being forced to marry your rich bully sounds like an absolute nightmare, and it could be considering it's Alexandra we're talking about!

Ah, but who isn't to say that this was all a carefully laid out plan to get you to be with her anyway? I mean it doesn't sound so ridiculous if you think about it.

I don't think she would've been able to orchestrate EVERYTHING, but imagine this- You two met in high school and she hasn't stop being a menace to you even during college, but since your family was always in a tight situation financially she knew how to play her cards right to convince your parents that she was your "high school sweetheart", and that she was the perfect choice for you!

She is a beautiful model after all, she comes from old money- And she has that added benefit of having been in your life for a while now (for the better or for worse… mostly worse). How could your parents NOT fall for her charm??

Which by the way, they never understand why you never showed her to them before, it doesn't matter if you told them the truth before or not, right now they were absolutely sold on her as the perfect candidate for you.

There was an awkward dating phase at first, she would treat you a lot better than she did in her high school years but you still couldn't help but see her as a bit of a menace to your otherwise calm life.

It took you a while to notice why she would treat you the way she did, how she didn't actually mean it… Of course you weren't one to easily forgive and forget, but you did give her a chance to improve herself, despite the odds being against you, you stood your ground and never gave her the chance to put you down again.

The dating part felt a little rushed in your opinion, but nothing could be done about it considering your marriage was planned a lot earlier than you ever could have expected- And I'm not talking about your parents who really needed you to get that financial security, I'm talking about Alexandra.

Your new wife was still creepy… Not scary and overly domineering as you expected her to be in private but still somewhat creepy.

And somehow you grew to accept that! It seemed to get better with each passing year, or maybe you just didn't really care about her obsessive weirdness towards you… Sometimes, it was a bit endearing!

Or maybe you're crazy too, who knows!

Ah, but your daughter, a sweet little girl that thanks to some miracle was not as bratty as her mother! A bit of a daddy's girl, and just a tiny hint of a troublemaker- But that's basically any child.

I would beg you to not spoil her too much as You Know Who is her mother, but I assume you would still do it anyway, wouldn't you?

Your relationship with Alexandra was always a bit odd, and hard to explain. You weren't unhappy, not at all! You had a really good life now, and it wasn't just because of the money.

You've built a really nice family with Alex, even if it's just you three… But sometimes you're not sure if you really love Alexandra all that much…

Well, you grew to like her! But sometimes you feel like you shouldn't so easily forget her past interactions with you, and even though it might seem perfect to be next to someone like her (rich and beautiful), you're very much aware of the ways she could easily ruin someone's life if they got too close to you. The person who slept next to you every night was also the one who would lock you in empty school lockers, and is the same person who would also use her money to ruin someone else's life for even looking at you wrong…

And it's also the same person who smiles everyday as if everyday was sunny to her, who is a good mother overall and great wife despite her unhealthy tendencies, who is always apologizing late at night about her past mistakes even if you didn't bring it up yourself.

You clearly loved your daughter a lot, and after having the displeasure of meeting your mother-in-law you REALLY didn't want your daughter to end up like them (I named her Yasmin but it can be whatever you want-).

It's not just that you really love your daughter with all your heart- She is the reason you feel glad that this marriage happened in the first place- But you're also worried that if you are not around, Yasmin will turn into her mother or worse yet, her grandma, ugh.

You were thankful that she didn't come to visit you three much, if at all. You didn't know why exactly, but something told you Evelyn wouldn't be a good influence on your daughter. She never treated you badly, but you sure knew she didn't treat Alexandra well.

Spoiling wasn't the same as parenting. Nor was whatever that witch did.

In Alexandra's point of view, she recognizes that you seem very distant to her in general, but from her perspective you seem to be slowly getting more comfortable around her- Even if you don't notice!

It can be a bit frustrating that you never give her the same amount of attention you give Yasmin, but she doesn't mind all that much… It's really cute to see how much you care about your family, it's all that she could ever dream off!

Nice try in trying to make her mad, yeah, she gets a little petty sometimes but she isn't the same person anymore, whatever you did during all these years somehow motivated her to become a better person for the sake of you and for the sake of your daughter.

Alex isn't completely unaware of your disinterest, the fact that even after all this time you still feel conflict hurts her but it makes a lot of sense.

But since you're married to her, she would still like to think she has a chance to win your heart, if you would like that or not is up to you or course.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[hightwer]

the early reception of hsmtmts season 4, or what we’ve seen of it so far, has been majorly positive. there have been a lot of negative comments too and while everybody is completely within their rights to criticize/discourse over media, the extent that some “fans” have been going to (mostly bitter portw*lls) is just borderline malignant and i’d like to address some of these reoccurring complaints.

as it relates to ej caswell, he is NOT a punching bag. i’ve seen so many people argue that they’re no longer supporting or watching the show because of its treatment of ej and i’m not mentioning this to attempt to police what people should or shouldn’t support, i’m mentioning this because the arguments i’ve seen for this point are laughably vain, as well as hostile towards every other character who isn’t him.

ej is not some victim of bullying by the hands of the writers. every character in hsmtmts has struggled. every character has had to endure some level of change, because it was necessary for them grow. every character has been penalized for trying to revert back to the things that actively regressed them. rini, that was shown to hold both ricky and nini back, didn’t stick for that exact reason. ej hasn’t gotten it worse simply because the writers wanted him to.

his “character arc” was learning not to give people food poisoning. his “struggle” in season one was losing followers because of a poor decision that he consciously made.

and of course, i couldn’t tackle this entire ej discussion without mentioning the whole “ricky stole his girlfriends” card that people are still playing. nini and gina were not THINGS to be stolen. both of them made the choice to break up with ej for reasons that were completely valid, because people who’re capable of thinking for themselves can do things like that. portw*lls and ej fans have a pattern of degrading gina especially, all because she didn’t allow herself to stay in a relationship that was making her unhappy.

you guys cannot stand that ej doesn’t get to own who he dates. it’s beyond telling.

as it relates to fan service, the people claiming hsmtmts sacrificed “realism” to cater to fans being anti rinas doesn’t surprise me. the disney show is the one you guys are cracking down on about realism, okay.

rina isn’t fan service. gina getting the lead isn’t fan service. those are things that make complete sense within the contextualization of the show, which you guys always choose to ignore. these are things that have been built up through parallel storytelling and through multiple accounts of foreshadowing, but i understand those who are saying these things are happening because the show needs “saving” with olivia gone wouldn’t perceive it that way.

i’m not calling anyone simple minded. but what’s the real reason gina shouldn’t be the lead? what’s the real reason ricky shouldn’t be with a girl who understands him, supports him, and provided the positive change that he needed at a low point in his life? why shouldn’t these characters be happy with each other?

ricky and gina are the truest to themselves when they’re together. ricky sees gina’s ambition, he sees her talent, and he praises her for that. gina sees ricky for all of his potential. she never actively tore him down, she never ridiculed him. was there a point where she set boundaries between them? sure, but they came out on the other side of it the strongest they’ve ever been. certain characters exiting the narrative doesn’t mean that the other characters stop growing or developing, the story doesn’t suffer just because your ship isn’t endgame, or because your favorite character isn’t always happy.

finally, in defense of ricky bowen, he’s had more than enough growth to beat the regression allegations.

just to reiterate, gina wasn’t property for him to claim. gina is the one who told him that he’s been her choice for some time, despite not being her plan, he was still the one she was choosing. ricky didn’t coerce her into saying that. he wasn’t pulling strings or feeding gina lies so that she would break up with ej, either.

ricky has been battling with change and defining himself since the very beginning of the show. over the course of three seasons, we watched ricky genuinely commit to theater. he came to camp to be with his friends, not to sweep gina off of her feet. even with people calling him unreliable, even after being told that he has “no profitable skills”, even after having some bumps in the road. ricky has done nice things for his friends without expecting anything in return.

after being defined by his slip-ups, more or less, ricky finally got to hear that he was a yes to someone. a shot worth taking. i’ve seen people complain that he’s the main reason that they’ve given up on the show, as well as claim that he gets everything handed to him. he had to make sacrifices and lose things to get to where he is. there’s quite literally no denying that.

this has gotten entirely too long, but i’m trying to illustrate that a lot of these story beats are obvious. no one is obligated to watch something that they don’t like, but i’ve seen former “fans” act horrifically racist and sexist, i’ve seen them discredit the cast, i’ve seen them complain about the attention season 3 gave to anxiety and sexuality, just because they weren’t happy nini left the show, and because portw*ll wasn’t together by the end of the season.

this is a disney show at the end of the day, try and relax.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

Things I love ❤ or I hate 💔 in Powerpuff girls fanfics

Important, this is completely written with my personal preferences and individual taste, is not meant to attack anyone so remember: If you love what I hate is ok and if you hate what I love is ok too. Let's respect each other's individual preferences in fanfics and characters 🫂, also I admit some things that I might dislike are justified to happen depending of the gender of the story whether is dark, or just a bit serious but with comedy, slice of life... Or if the author simply wants to change some aspects of the characters and be creative, no one is obligated to indulge my preferences. (By the way this things could be something I have read so many times in lots of fanfics or it could be something I only read once, either way they're going to the list) :

Bubbles reaching a point she snaps and becomes hardcore and maybe a bit sadist. Love it, the trope of being the cutest🥰 character until you get crossed 🤬 is one of my favorites, all cuteness has its dark side😈. I love part of Bubbles point in fight is being dismissed by villains only to make them strongly regret it later.

Professor Utonium being an overprotective dad and intimidating to the RRB. Hate it, more like hating it is more like if you exaggerate with his overprotection is annoying 😑😑 and the situation where he is able to intimidate the RRB is just hilariously ridiculous and impossible to me🤪😬... Like if he can intimidate the boys what are the girls for in the first place why do they need them then? 🤷‍♀️ It doesn't make sense, also the Professor is a very sweet accepting person and also he has some sense of guilt towards Mojo Jojo who is the responsable of the RRBs, he would probably want to help them going to the right path rather than trying to antagonize them being an "intimidating" Dad.

Bubbles being a weak pushover who is constantly compared to her sisters and needs another character help to get stronger because otherwise she is useless. Hate it, as if she was less than her sisters, I just can't take it if she gets dismissed or bullied and she just accepts it and somebody else has to defend her 😤😤(not in all escenarios thought, I mean certain situations specifically). Bubbles is sensitive but she has a temper, she won't take bullying just like that, she can fight her two sisters at the same time and they never hesitate to call for her help if they are overpowered. There's a fanfic where they have to give up some classes to watch over the boys and Bubbles got the worst part having to give up something she loves, Blossom not bad intentioned but still thoughtless and insensitive says that because of her good grades and Buttercup being a sport star they give prestige to the school unlike her🤡🤡 and Bubbles just accepts this, she never speaks up against this or complains! 🤬🤬What she renounced to caused other students to bully her and she still doesn't stands up for herself, she doesn't even tell her sisters and someone else has to defend her WTF, excuse me?🤬🤬 Nope. Or other fic where she and Butch have a relationship and the whole premise is how useless she is in battle, being compared to Buttercup all the time and needing Butch to teach her how to fight... HELLO??? NOPE.🙅‍♀️

Butch's multiple nicknames for Buttercup. Love it, honestly Buttercup has the biggest amount of nicknames, mostly given by Butch : Butters, Butterfly (they could name their daughter that), Butt-Cup, Butterbitch, Butterbabe, Bitterbitch, Butterbutt... lol 🤣🤣🤣

Buttercup being the sister with the most experience in love. Love it, seriously I just love the irony and contrast of the puff that was the most grossed out about romance and kissing, the known toughest fighter being actually the first one having deep serious romantic feelings and relationships and being first experiencing heartbreak. 😭😭😭

The Blues always having the easiest love story or starting a general RRB-PPG story with them already in love. Hate it, seriously whether you chose to make Boomer a jerk or a super sweet guy you shouldn't make that easy a relationship, I mean where is the good juice? This two get lovey dovey two fast and easy like they can't have a decent funny banter like their siblings!? 😫Trust me they can and they should otherwise is too boring. I specially dislike it when at the beginning of the story they are already in love or even in a relationship, where is the juicy process?? 😐

The greens starting with violence a lot of banter only to become bros, (yes, Buttercup is a Bro) and besties and eventually falling in love and taking a long time to accept it. Love it, oh boy I LOVE it, the only time I like a slow burn is when the characters are like this, the greens are just so entertaining,👌👌 so aggressively in denial and it can get so deep a wholesome! My favorite is in that fanfic where he actually starts obsessingly lusting over Blossom in such exaggerated way that when he starts to fall for Buttercup it created a marvelous deep contrast between the shallow attraction and the hopeless deep feelings of love and is just so beautifully written (even though the reds are terrible and the blues are bland in that fic) , seriously you can feel hard the difference of how he sees the beauty of Buttercup in the simplest and most meaningful way full of feeling😭💗 compared to his constant obsessed shallow remarks towards Blossom's "hotness". It was just too good, I don't know if I ever going to read another fic with the Greens being that good again. 🥺💚💚

Bubbles being the one with the most emotional intelligence. Love it, is just the best when characters around her are used to her being slow thinking and having her head in the clouds to suddenly realize that she picks up instantly others people feelings and understands them perfectly. After all Blossom is the mind 🧠, Buttercup is the body 💪and Bubbles is the heart 🫀of the group.

Butch getting a kick out of fighting Buttercup. Love it, a classic Butch being a masochist per usual, never gets old. 👊😂😂

Boomer being a clumsy macho tsundere. Love it, I'm weak with tsundere characters and I think it fits him, he trying to act all macho but ending up being super clumsy making Bubbles think he is cute. 🥰

Buttercup being described as someone always dressed with chandals, hoodie and baggy clothes... Ect and specially making her wear that kind of clothes because she is ashamed of her femenine attributes. Hate it, because I don't see Buttercup as that kind of tomboy 😕, she would wear skirts or dresses as long as they suit her style (like of course she would hate a princess tutú duh! but denim skirts exist ok) and also I just can't picture her being ashamed of the femininity of her body,😤she is only shy about feelings or intimacy but if she has a worked out body with muscles to show, boobs or not she WILL show off to brag.

Buttercup being popular with girls while being straight. Love it, I like girls fangirling over a good tomboy but I also love that you don't fall in the stereotype of the tomboy having to be the lesbian, lesbians can be also femenine and girly ok?💅💄💋 I also like the jokes about her being a lesbian, because of course if she was actually one then it wouldn't be a joke. 😇😂

Blossom being: too correct, entitled, Mary Sue, cold, party pooper, too serious, too mean, too bossy controlling, too victimitist or sacrificed, too perfect... All this not as a puntual moment in the story but she being like this all the time. Hate it, but ok to be fair is true that Blossom has a lot of attributes that can make characters be obnoxious but I swear she also have other attributes that make up for it and create a good balance: yes she is self-centered, but still caring and supporting to others,😌 yes she is prideful but when her pride is hurt she pouts and that's cute🤭, yes she is bossy but she also knows she doesn't have full control on her sisters and she can be a cool girlboss😎, yes she can be serious...sometimes because mostly she is really silly and likes to have fun🙃🙂, yes she can be all about following the rules but we all know she always ends up breaking them when is convenient to her🤫, she can be selfish or mean but that is not her everyday, she studies a lot but likes comics and video games too... She is a good 3 dimensional character.

Also Blossom being humble and modest like for real not pretending to be. Hate it, she humble?😂 Ja, NOPE. Following my previous statement, she is a bit full of herself despite having insecurities but writers tend to make her modest because loving too much your appearance and brag about it it's seen as a bad thing but there are plenty of pleasant characters that brag a lot about their looks and are lovable like Stella from winx club or Rouge the bat. I like Blossom to be that character that once she notices her beauty gets good reactions she is going to own it and walk through the hall like in a catwalk with her chin up 💅😎(only to more likely crash into a closed door or something because she was so busy enjoying that she didn't pay attention). Trust me, most of the time the excessive modesty ends up being extremely annoying. Example, beach day scene I have read that made me roll my eyes hard: RRB, PPG and some of their school friends, here Blossom is uncharacteristically antisocial and prefers to hide away and read a book while covering herself as much as she can (because of course wearing a swimsuit being attractive is such an indecent thing to do 😑) Instead of playing with her sisters and friends, but at some point she decided to play volley and OMG she uncovered herself and showed her swimsuit!😱 Only to cover herself again fast...😐 Bricks legs wavered like he almost faint... The boys gasp Butch feigns a heart attack blah blah. This was just so meh🙄😬! I would have liked it more if she made a sexy stunt purposely to provoke Brick who is a big jerk here so she could gloat on his reaction without any shame about her body. In fact the opposite when Brick took off his shirt was better and funny, he did it to scape from his brothers who where dragging him and then a horny Buttercup destroyed it to shamelessly look at his abs 🤣🤣(that was a lot funnier than Butch reaction to Blossom) ,I guess is because Brick was only annoyed and grumpy but he wasn't ashamed or uncomfortable with the attractiveness of his body. I'm am being a sexist bitch? Nah, 🤷‍♀️a girl who is uncomfortable with being pretty(with her specific background) and is a teenager acting like a entitled prudish bitter adult lady at the same time😬 is just not my cup of tea... Not my Blossom, this Blossom gives hard slut-shaming vibes😒.... Ok ok I know I roasted her way too much, but I can't help it! Blossom is supposed to look up to miss Bellum and Wonder Woman and I totally think this one would disapprove them showing legs and Cleaveage 😫 DISHONOR that's something only the garbage Blossom from the Garbage 2016 bullshit reboot would do, don't make your fanfic Blossoms do the same!! 😭😭

The boys playing affectionately even as teens or adults. Love it, people don't give credit enough to this kind of scenes and they are so wholesome, I remember one fanfic that had a chapter where Boomer and Butch became dogs 🐶🐶and Boomer jumps on Brick and they start wrestling and the Butch jumps in too! 🥰And they were having fun I almost never get to read this kind of things because they usually write Brick like too cool, grumpy and wannabe a serious adult for this kind of thing.

Brick being a hot eye candy with so much bad boy aura and his brothers being jealous of that. Love it, ok when its about the girls I hate when there's only one super popular so I have to admit I'm being a bit sexist but i can't help it! the bros being dramatic because they don't get the same reaction as Brick from the fangirls is funny😆😆, they are handsome too 😍but Brick has the best brooding bad boy aura, like I can forget Brick being too much of a jerk if it gets me an emotional sibling conflict,👌👌that way I can dislike him but I can like his brothers development. Brotherly jealousy like this gives good boy drama.

Butch being kind of a pervert or a manwhore. Love it, specifically when is the kind of comical pervert that like in the animes gets bonked or smacked or punched in the face any time he tries to be flirty funny and says something gross. 🤣🤣🤣

Buttercup being a tsundere. Love it, just like with Boomer it fits her, we all now she is shy with sappy stuff, scared of having feelings, being defensive, blushing hard... I'm sure Bubbles thinks her sister is cute when she is like this 😍😍

Bubbles being innocently eager and Boomer being too awkward to handle it. Love it, you know that thing when a boy gets cocky and so sure of himself with a seemingly innocent pure girl and when he finally conquers her unexpectedly she gets forward and eager and suddenly the boy loses the confidence and gets awkward? Oh that's a good juice 😏 🧃

Making Brick doing everything Blossom does but better. Hate it, ok like I already said Blossom is so cultured and good at school because she works hard for it and likes studying😤, of course Brick would be as smart and cunning as her but making him out of the blue a genius that gets just as good or even better grades as her and also be so cultured too while being nonchalant about it is a huge NOPE for me🙄🙄, I accept something like Blossom roasting him because of his grades at school and he getting pissed starts to study to get better grades just to get back at her (making her be impressed, but pissed) 😂😂but I need to see the effort and the reason of motivation!😤 Because I don't see him liking studying and I won't take a genius that achieves that just because. The thing they could have in common I could believe are comics and playing guitar, let brick get turned on with her guitar skills please. 😆

Brick having a breakdown and crying. Love it, normally this guy is always the grumpiest or coldest or the most jerk jackass asshole in fanfics so when he actually has emotions and he displays them, and cries is just so satisfying... Love it. 🫶😃

Blossom being always the one sacrificing herself. Hate it, i see this way too often, writers tend to do it because she is the leader and because she is seen as the big sister (that's another one I hate, they popped to life at the same time there's no big or little sister😤) but I'd like to see the other sisters doing the sacrifice and see how it affects Blossom more often, give leader girl a break.

Blossom's sisters seemly being psychological unable to disobey her orders as if she was indisputable and if they disobey is seen as a terrible or stupid thing to do always. Hate it, sorry but that situation fits better with the RRB given Brick's intimidating nature, Blossom leads hers sisters and can get bossy but her sisters will never obey her if they don't agree with her,💪 they won't blindly do whatever she asks always and she doesn't have the right to forbid things to them, no like they will listen just because.😌 Remember the sisters aren't afraid to call her out, their relationship has a more love and trust nature, with the boys is ok because they probably think family love and trust is for sissies. 🤐

One of the girls being the most popular girl in school without a understandable justification. Hate it, in general I don't like when is only ONE of them because the three girls (aside being literal superheros) have enough traits to have their own individual fans but more importantly I need popularity to have a proper believable reason🧐. For example, PPGZ Bubbles isn't at all what I expected for an anime Bubbles but her popularity with boys at school was at least believable🤔, she was a lady like elegant girl, really kind and friendly with everyone, cheerful and that cares a lot about her appearance and that's exactly what you see in the show, for how simple the anime was you could see that she wasn't popular just because "cute". In contrast there is a fanfic Blossom is said to be top most popular girl in the school and the reasoning is: "she is so hot and has good legs"😬 because she dances (there's like an obsession about her legs) but then she has a really repellent insufferable entitled personality 🤬and is not really nice... I mean she is cold polite but not nice nice ☹️☹️(she is even cold and a bit thoughtless with her sisters in general) and apparently doesn't care too much about her appearance, mostly only worries about showing skin...🙄🙄 Someone like that is the most popular girl? I just don't believe that popularity statement. (By the way, I found weird that she was the only puff with good legs when the other sisters also do activities that can get you nice legs too, like being a cheerleader or playing every fucking school sport, so Buttercup's body is all cut and toned everywhere except her legs? Yeah I know I'm being a picky bitch🤐 about this but you get what I mean?)

Blossom being a funny drama queen. Love it, ohhh I love it,😆😆 she often overreacts over not big deals in the show, so seeing her being dramatic because she didn't get a A+ on every subject, or because she lost her favorite bow, or because she laughed so hard drinking a smoothie the drink came out of her nose🤣🤣 and then suddenly is the end of the world is just the best👌. I mean the other sisters are dramatic as well over silly things too but I think Blossom is funnier. But careful because depending of how is written it can backfire and she could become too victimist. 🙅‍♀️

Blossom and Bubbles being sassy bitches (the funny kind). Love it, usually is Buttercup the one who gets to give more comebacks and picks up a fight first and also play pranks but the other two usually have good behavior but then there's those precious moments when they are mischievous and get sassy and savage 😂😂 (remember in the show how Blossom messed with Brick in the boys are back in town? 🤣🤣 or there were moments where Bubbles innocently roasted Buttercup 😂?)

One of the RRB or the PPG overdoing the fight and getting all bloody and banged up and the other worried sick. Love it, oh boy I'm addicted to this kind of thing 👌👌 the bloodiest the better, I think the best one I read was one with the greens that ended with them sleeping together in a stretcher in the professor's lab😫😫😫😭 I'm dying! 💘

CPR situations. Love it or hate it depending of how is written, whether is drama or comedy.

Sick day plot. Love it, just like when they get injured, viruses and fevers are also welcome!😆👌 I prefer the boys getting sick over the girls because boys tend to act like soft big babies 🥺and crave attention and comfort🥰 (sometimes without noticing they are doing that and getting embarrassed later...), I'm so weak for this.

Beach or lake or swimming pool plot. Love it, classic anime episode that is always horny comedy. 😎👙

Bunny being alive. Not completely hate it but is just not my cup of tea, Bunny's existence is one of the few angst things I can take and I do love fics where she is mentioned or where she appears as a ghost or spirit... Those are tears I don't mind shed. 😢😢

Mayor character death. Ok, I'm not going to say I hate it... But most of the time I can't take it, like I become irrational and wish for a deux ex Machina🙃 so the dead character is resurrected... I once read two angst fics, in one brick slowly dies from a cancer and in the other buttercup is dead and butch is mourning her in a extremely mentally painful way for me...🥲🥲 I regret so much reading that, it completely destroyed me. Normally is only if is one of the RRB or the PPG that I can't endure it.🥲🥲😭😭

Sex. Love it or hate it depending completely on the writer skills on this matter. 😏

Princess Morebucks being obsessed with Brick. Hate it, like... I know she thought of them as cool and wanted to join forces but I think after how they treat her she must have a forever super grudge against them😬😬, and she probably looks down on men, being crazy about one of the dudes who belittled you and also get to have superpowers you want and don't have is not believable to me🙅‍♀️, I mean they hurt Princess pride and ego, she is not going to put that behind to pursue Brick, besides is a kind of plot drama that usually is only pointless and annoying soooo... Nope.

The girls being affectionate with each other. Love it, the warm wholesome sisterhood moments are beautiful let's see😫👌🥰, Bubbles sleeping in Blossoms lap, Buttercup accepting Bubbles affection after she did something for her, Blossom crying in Bubbles arms, Buttercup hugging Blossom from behind while she is having a breakdown and one of my favorites was the one that they are teens and sleep in separated beds but because Blossom had trouble sleeping Bubbles joined their beds and later Buttercup joins too! So beautiful! 😫😫👏👏👏

The Ruffs being friends with the Puffs that aren't their love interests. Love it, because they can have interesting relationships, honestly Brick and Bubbles is an underrated friendship, I'll love if she was able to terrify him to defend her sister and boyfriend 🤣🤣👌👌. Butch could ask Bubbles for love advice, Boomer could ask Blossom for help with Homework... Stuff like that 😁.

Girl... That's a lot of text between statements... I'm so sorry 😅😅 who knows if I'll think of more things and make a part two... 😅😅🙃

[thecountesstribe]

I agree completely with your take on the Liv/Rhea feud and it was so refreshing to hear how you see ALL sides of it. 10/10 and reassured me I'm not alone in how I feel. I'm curious to see how Bad Blood will go with Raquel, I can only hope there's surprises and she doesn't just attack Rhea but also Liv to draw attention to the amazing points you made with Liv turning into everything Liv and Raquel hated. Something that has shocked me, like you, is the lack of media literacy regarding the concept of revenge... I see so much defence of Liv and it gets to a point where I truly think its borderline insulting to her character work, because she's doing everything she can in her actions to show she's going too far in this revenge tour, in all the ways you mentioned, and also her promos ("men like Dom don't go for girls like you" and her pride in being a homewrecker on this weeks show) yet her fans defend and celebrate all her actions, then complain when the plot isn't geared in their fantasy booking direction of her being a victim and hero.

I honestly love the work Liv is doing right now, but her fans are desperate to rewrite the narrative in all the ways you said. And they called her weak for being a chicken shit heel in the beginning, now they want Raquel just to keep the belt on Liv? They complain that Rhea is reacting to her partner of 2 years cheating on her, betraying her and humiliating her, saying Rhea is too focused on a man... when they worship LivDom, beg for more kissing and ignore the fact that every promo and action Liv has been in for the past few months has shown she's just as focused on Dom. Despite the obvious issues with creative you mentioned, I also think Liv's fans inadvertently fuel the fire of the "Liv not being credible" opinions because they're not accepting her character for what it is, and what I believe she is doing an incredible job with. I've had to stop going on Twitter because the stans on there are so black and white and biased in their approach to analysing the story and the targeted attacks on both women, especially Rhea from what I've seen over the past few days, feel so deeply rooted in misogyny. I hope Bad Blood signifies a bit of a break and refresh in the storyline so the stans calm down. I hope we get more depth in the future, but I will say, you have helped me reset and focus on the parts of this feud I love with your analysis/rant, thank you for that and I'm sorry I ranted in return!

Hey! So this was so sweet. Usually when I talk about this storyline on here or even on Twitter and I say something the majority of people disagree with I usually get spammed with hate messages and the likes. So I just stopped talking about it. I think what a lot of people are doing wrong with the storyline is going into it looking for reasons to justify their favs and essentially watching it with Stan brain. There are no heroes in this story, we're way past that. There is room for redemption though, which is the path that Rhea is on. I'm not saying anything on the LivDom fans, I've had it when it comes to attempting to talk to them. Just came to the realization that most of them are delusional and called it a day. Rhea and Liv are doing amazing with what they're being handed even if I do find it's a little beneath them at times. They're making it work, it can't be all perfect. I agree with that Raquel take though. I just don't want Liv's reign credibility to be hurt even more than it is but knowing the bookers, I've given up. As for the abuse the women in this story are taking I agree, the IWC has gotten ridiculous and it's more focused on Rhea than its been Liv. I'm not saying that Liv isn't battling it too but the vile shit that is coming out of some of these accounts has been mostly towards Rhea and it's been absolutely insane to see and I hate that for both parties involved. From slut shaming on both sides to misogyny, to bullying to just hatred. It's disgusting. Rhea can't seem to do anything right when it comes to reacting to Dom's betrayal in the IWC or Liv/Dom, Liv Stans eyes. She moves on they say she never cared, she reacts to him cause she's hurt, she's obsessed, she needs to move on and she still loves him. I'm over that situation in its entirety. As for the stans calming down, don't hold your breath. I have a foreboding premonition that it's probably going to get worse after Saturday and I'm exhausted about it already. Glad that we could've yapped/ranted together though, it was refreshing as hell for a change. 😂🩵

[viviswtings]

Isn’t it funny how your brain will refuse to fall for anyone because ever since you were a kid you’ve had to ask to be loved?

Ever since I was little I remember begging my parents for love. My mother and I had a strained relationship ever since she divorced my dad, she didn’t like me much, and even as a young child I could tell. While my father was mostly absent due to very limited visit hours.

I used to get good grades, I was book smart and I tried so hard to get into the stuff my mom liked. I tried to be a grown up, because she wasn’t. I remember getting into her bed at night and trying to tell her about my day. She was always too tired, too done with everything for me.

Then the fights came. A child can only ask for love for so long until adolescence hits like a truck and the kid realises something is very wrong in the way her mother ignores her. After the fights comes the violence. She hit. She threw stuff at me. Two toy baby carriers. I hid under the desk, she’s never apologised.

So I called my dad. I was under the belief that my father would come like a knight in shining armour and save me from my abusing mother. He always said he couldn’t. The law, apparently. At eleven years old I only remember being deeply distraught. Why couldn’t my dad come for me? I was very sure he did love me.

Until my mom kicked me out at fourteen. I tried to end things. He was there for me, for a while. After that his girlfriend became more important, he had to “go on with his life” because “one day I would grow up and leave him”. He couldn’t possibly stop living for his daughters.

Then I had my first big crush. I was fifteen, she was fourteen. We met and kept in contact because I called her every day. For many months I called a girl that would laugh and hang up on me. So I called again. I tried to befriend her while every once in a while I sent her a text that said “Please, love me” and she answered with “I can’t” or “I don’t”.

For a while she lived away and promised we would date. I kept it a secret. I was ecstatic. I was sixteen. When she came back she acted like it never happened. Like months of my very real life had been an illusion. That night I was heartbroken. Told a boy I thought I could grow to like I didn’t want to date him. “I like your best friend”, I proclaimed. Like it meant something. “She doesn’t like you” he reminded me. Like I forgot. Like I could.

I accepted it. Just like I accepted my mom and tried to grow closer to her, just for her to sink back down and push me away. Just like I adored my father, who to this day is still distant, though he has tried to change. Just like everything else, I bowed my head, took the love I was given. Even if it meant friendship. She’s now my best friend, I don’t resent her. I don’t love her anymore. It’s been many years since then.

Right after I lost my best friend. Actually, I lost all my friends. Something about cheating. At this time I was barely attending school. The few times I attended I got bullied by the same people I trusted. I trusted them because my best friend had. I loved her. I still do. I can’t forgive her, though. She witnessed everything. I got separated from the rest of the class by my teacher because they had gone as far as trying to influence my grades. We were seventeen.

That summer I begged her for forgiveness. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. “I love you” I told her. “Please I don’t have anyone else” I begged. “You are suffocating me” was her answer. They bullied me until we graduated a year later. I asked everyone for forgiveness, I ridiculed myself for their love. I also tried to end everything, again. I didn’t have the guts.

Then came a boy, many years later, when I thought I had healed. I was twenty. I never had a significant other. I didn’t even dare to talk to the couple of boys I had come to like in those years. This one called me pretty, agreed to meet me. I made a fool of myself. I confessed. “Thank you” was his answer.

I realised, yet again, I had gone after someone who didn’t want me.

It’s been really long since that guy. I actually confessed way later. After trying to make conversation many times, after trying to win a favour I never had. It was like saying “Oh, please. Like me. Just this once. I need someone to feel something for me, just this one time”. It didn’t work. Poor man, he was always so polite.

So now I am closer to twenty-three. I like bands and actors because my body seems physically unable to find anyone around me remotely attractive or interesting. All my friends have stable partners and I just smile and wish them all the happiness I feel like God has refused me. I’ve planned my life disregarding the idea of a typical family. I work hard to succeed because I’ve ever only known fulfilment through my work.

I don’t hate my life. I truly don’t. I have few friends but I trust them. I love my studies and I’ve managed to make a little money through my art. I’ve learned to be grateful for what I do have. But it’s in human nature to seek connection. I’ve learned to believe that I could only ever be truly happy if I turned off that part of my brain. In a way I have seemed to succeed.

Yet if I am one thing in this life is lonely. I don’t believe working on myself before being with anyone will fix it, because I have worked more on myself than anyone I know. I will keep doing it, because the little girl who got told off by her mother and left hanging by her father deserves that much.

But I guess all I wanted was to put it out there. I’m not even sure I have worded things this way to my therapist. Yet this is the truth. It is my truth, if not anyone else’s. And if you have come this far and relate: you’re worth more than what those people did to you.

[alwaysspeakshermind]

Favorite Fictional Ladies Alphabet C is for: Cordelia Chase

In the realm of TV shows aimed at teens, there are Queen (B)ees, and then there are Queen. Fricking. (B)ees. For me (someone who always enjoys a good loudmouthed bish with low levels of tact and absolutely ZERO respect for the meaning of the phrase shut up), the early seasons of Buffy were kind of difficult, because I frequently questioned who was my favorite B-word: Buffy or Cordelia. 

Yeah, Cordelia essentially serves as the reliable antagonist in Buffy’s day-to-day, non-slaying world, and yeah, she’s a pretty, popular, runs-the-school-and-everyone-in-it kind of girl rather than an outsider who instantly commands sympathy, but what of it? An antagonist is, after all, just someone who opposes/causes trouble for the protagonist, and as Cordy herself would point out, being the It™ girl in high school isn’t really all it’s made out to be. 

Besides, let’s be honest here: antagonists are not automatically evil simply because they’re arguing with the protagonist, and while Cordelia may be mean, self-centered, and almost unbelievably shallow at times, she is not stupid and she is rarely wrong. Every group of world-saving heroes needs someone with the backbone to say the rude-but-true thing everyone’s thinking, and Cordelia’s more than happy to be that person.

Why she’s my girl:

Despite her overt vanity, callous treatment of wallflowers like Willow, well-cemented status as human-thorn-in-Buffy’s-side, and inexplicable fondness for sweaters knotted around the neck (no, baby, no!) Cordelia commands my undying respect. Regardless of whatever insane situation she’s in, Cordelia is always and reliably Cordelia, aka Cordy, aka Queen C. Whether she’s addressing humans, vamps, or other monsters, she’s loud, opinionated, and ready with an arsenal of insults that sting all the more because there’s a lot of truth in them. 

But as cutting as she can be, she’s also (arguably) the least hypocritical of all Buffy’s non-evil characters, mostly because she’s just so straightforward about who she is: not the runner-up, but The Queen. Not a sheep, but a trendsetter. Not someone who tells lies to protect egos or fragile self-esteem. (Remember that time Buffy could hear everyone’s thoughts and only Cordy’s exactly matched the words that left her mouth?) 

Her relationship with Buffy and co. is more in the frenemy category than anything else, and she’s just as liable to ridicule/flat-out bully as she is to lend assistance, but she sticks with them (for the most part) despite everything. “Nice” isn’t a part of the deal, and though she’s very clear about that, she’s not the dumb, stone-cold, heartless flake everyone around her tends to think. Yes, her concerns are almost never what people think they ought to be, yes, she exasperates everyone with her skillfully brutal assessments of people and situations, and yes, she never misses the chance to criticize someone’s fashion or lack thereof. But she also gives people rides whenever they need them, staunchly defends those she decides to consider part of her circle, and refuses to accept less than what she knows she deserves. She is a fighter when it comes right down to it, but she’s also a very cool realist—if someone else is willing to do the fighting for her, why should she bother making the effort and ruining her manicure? If a formidable foe challenges just one person to a fight, why should she go along and risk her life? 

No, she’s not kind, yes, she makes comments so cutting they’re probably better described as cruel, but she’s also extremely strong, smart, and layered in a way that’s typically not seen in HBIC TV characters both before and since. And every once in a while, albeit essentially never on purpose, Cordy lets it slip that her bitchy, shallow, valley-girl exterior actually conceals a beating human heart—a pretty big one, at that—and it’s kind of beautiful.

(What—she can’t have layers?)

Favorite quotes: Way, way, WAY! too many to count, but some favorites are:

“It’s like when I go shopping, I have to have the most expensive thing. Not because it’s expensive, but because it costs more.”

“God! WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA?!?”

“People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like the time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike…it was the most traumatizing event of my life, and she’s trying to make it about her leg! Like my pain meant nothing.”

“You think I’m never lonely because I’m so cute and popular? I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone. It’s not like any of them really know me. I don’t even know if they like me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone. Sometimes, when I talk, everyone’s so busy agreeing with me they don’t hear a word I say.”

“We’re still all rooting for you on Saturday! I’d be there for you myself if I didn’t have a leg-wax.”

“I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie Antoinette. I can so relate to her. She worked really hard to look that good, and people just don’t appreciate that kind of effort.”

“‘I aspire to help my fellow man.’ Check. As long as he’s not smelly, dirty, or something gross.”

“You’re sheep. All you ever do is what everyone else does just so you can say you did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I’m way cooler that you ‘cause I’m not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And you know what? I’ll date whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is.”

“Tact is just not saying true stuff. I’ll pass.”

[“What about that nutty ‘all men are created equal’ thing?”] “Propaganda spouted out by the ugly and less-deserving.”

"I know what you're up to. You think if you get me mad enough I won't be so scared. And hey, it's working! Where's a damn weapon?"

“I am the surgeon of mean.”

“Oh, God. Is the world ending? I have to research a paper on Bosnia for tomorrow, but if the world's ending, I'm not gonna bother.”

“In fact, I wish all men, except maybe the dumb and the really agreeable kind, disappear off the face of the earth. That would be so cool!”

[“You have no shame.”] “Oh, please. Like shame is something to be proud of?”

“I’m Cordelia Chase, dumbass.”

“I think it, I say it. It’s my way.”

[loryn-art]

A Plague Tale : Fan fictions and other Projects main post :

AO3 page here !

Things have escalated quickly in my head about this fandom and I don’t know how long this is going on. I order to not get lost in my own chaotic ideas and plots, and to share them with you if you are interest in it, here is a my main list of all the upcoming projects I may or may not post with a short description.

I will try to keep this list updated as much as I can, (my brain being a lazy potato.)

DISCLAIMER : major spoils about the game in it, you’ve been warned.

Fanfictions :

A Plague Tale - Redemption : The Main story I’m actually working on. I said in a previous post I had a hard time choosing between two main stories, but I finally opted for the one with the more saddest/hurt/confort/angst potential (what a surprise). -> Lucas shot Hugo, seven years later Amicia and him have to work together again to protect a new Macula bearer. Ridiculous amount of OCs I can’t seriously halp - AmiciaxLucas - might never be finished because the more I think about it the more consistent and long the plot gets - Sophia is here of course and adulting like a boss. Rated M I guess for violence/explicit scenes. Lucas:endingverse. Read here !

A Flame Tale : Three parts fanfiction. I swore I wouldn’t write a sequel to this story because writing explicit scenes between teens sounds weird but I can’t get enough of those two idiots. Set in the Amicia:endingverse. Also it’s not just here for some silly romanced moments but also to share my idea of how and why Lucas left the house in the last part. COMPLETE

No name yet : Some short texts and one shots about an AU where the Plague was delayed for some years (I don’t know the reason yet, but I wanted the characters to be older, around +3 years- ) Amicia is 18 Lucas is 15 Hugo is 7. Guess who wants to write cheesy scenes between two characters secretly flirting when they’re not allowed to ? -> when a young noble girl, daughter of Lord De Rune falls in love with the town Alchemist’s apprentice, rumors spread like a plague.

No name yet : Modern story following the Ascendance main fict. Amicia is 17 year old high school teenager, Daughter of the town mayor and one of the most eminent scientist of the country. Her little brother she barely sees suffers from a mysterious illness, while more and more strange events are happening in the city, people disappear, laboratories are devastated, and her life will soon be tied with other characters, weirdly familiar... I don't know if I will ever write it but I'm really inspired for some comics/fanfarts. Not an AU, just kind reincarnation/ressemblance stuff.... not sure yet.

Comics/Fanarts :

- Some illustrations about the fan fictions above.

- A short comic setting in my main story, kind of a companion piece for it. Lucas is studying in an academy a few months after Amicia rejected him.(Lucas:ending) -> The other apprentices could bully him as much as they wanted, nothing was more painful than her furious eyes meeting his in his sleep or between the lines of his books, where he drew them during class lessons.

- Actually in a Modern-AU obsession, might draw some stuff about it too.

One Shot ficts : “The tales that don’t fit anywhere else”

2 - The lioness, the wolf and the raven, leaving the tower : Short scene right after Amicia and Lucas met Vaudin, on their way back. Is it possible for Vaudin to be even more detestable ?

3 - Setting while Amicia and Hugo are on their way to La Cuna, Beatrice/Lucas, because nothing can escape a mother eyes, mostly when she an alchemist.

1 - The vixen, the wolf and the burning city : What has been told in the narrow alleys of the city that night, stays in the narrow alleys of the city. - Lucas/Melie (Happens when Lucas and Melie are separated from the group at the end of Innocence)

4 - The boy and the arrow : When you have to pull an arrow out of your crush, while her little brother's been kidnapped by a crazy count, hunted by his soldiers right after your ship stranded, what a beautiful day. Happens right after the count attacked Sophia's ship. A dramatic reunion on the shore.

[the-firebird69]

In addition to him running after him he is saying things that are very rude and do not help his case his admitting what he wants to do is telling people what he wants to do and he's showing them kind of how he's going to do it and he says it's in a movie for Christ's sake and stuff like that I get some kind of big man for messing up his kid and people already beat someone to death and it was him Scott McCracken for being a rapist in prison he died he died again in the mental hospital because he was a rapist and he's on trial for rape on TV but it's a real trial and they're actually trying pretty hard and the girl says what am I supposed to do said they want his stuff and you're already in trouble that's true too they want the guys stuff and she's saying I can't do any better you going to have to do better yourself if you want anything and I said you didn't have to clarify what is wrong with you people you don't know our language I said okay and they got on tape or whatever so they're bothering her about it she said you already got me here you had me messed up by the freak ain't doing a lame job I can't stand you people either he's just going to gobble it all up and it sounds like us so the foreigners or something stupid some branch of ours she needs women and there's some women saying it mostly Megan merkle and how it used to go.

Is Jason after him and they're also going to try and mess around with his tire and they're tired of the idiots these guys are nothing but bullies and Dave stood up to them and they fell over a lot Peter ident side so you're a bully I'm going to bully you and they're all getting into it and they're starting to rip them apart cuz this one screams all sorts of s*** and his wife too now they're in a meeting that's what they call it we told them what they're doing wrong and they said I can't hear them and it was Trump then you said someone's going to torch me if I just sit here and say stupid s*** and get myself in trouble I'm so sick of seeing you in this precursor for what they want to do to me a piece of dog s*** and who says I can't help that no sunset who the f*** are you not security you're going to die forever for me from it he says what are you talking about it seems that there's a conspiracy that you don't know about I think of you they're going to hit you and say this is what they're like they can come back without having clones of course JC and I think it's them and they're riding on us from beyond the grave he looks around and says wow that f****** blows so yeah you just keep on going right at me like some sort of idiotic addicted child juvenile f****** puke Street person he says you never elevate to it level you actually read English is probably not and we're stupid and this sucks so he intends to try and say it so we're going to post

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

He knows about this and it was not saying it but you're ridiculous your ass is grass and they're telling you why it's not exactly why and now we're getting to it and you can't handle it you're just f****** moron they're going the wrong way and it's good to light you up like that

Hera

[lilacskies10]

My unusual me, all time, I guess

One word that could describe me that not only me but others (some with cruel intentions, and some with loving or harmless ones - and yeah, I don't mind when my best friend says it, I know she doesn't mean it in a bullying way), is weird, or strange; or as I prefer: Unusual.

Obviously, I don't act the same way with everyone, and my personality and the way I present myself to people has evolved in a way due to years of being either bullied or... no yeah, just bullied; or maybe marginalized, which I don't know if it would fall into that category.

Maybe I should start describing myself in the present and then flash backward myself into my childhood to maybe refresh my memory on some aspects... and here it goes.

Me, right now, in the present and now being a young adult gaining conscience the same way when you're a toddler, and suddenly boom, you're conscious of what you do and think. Overall I could say I'm funny, at least with my close friends and close family members, but in two completely different ways: while my humor with my friends overpasses the limits of the nonsense, absolutely ridiculous humor that consists of sending each other random photos with even more random words on them; my humor with, for example, my cousins, consists of me giving deadpan looks and sometimes being sarcastic. I can converse with people, but now that I think about it, I might be always anxious about not knowing what to say next when the conversation falls dead - which leads me to a moment of being uncomfortable whenever there's silence, and constantly talking to at least have a conversation and avoid uncomfortable silences that they're only that way because of my mind. You could say I get confused when everyone stops talking, but I don't know.

And now that I think about it, I don't know how to specifically describe myself other than being remotely funny, a constantly screaming on the inside person, a chronic procrastinator, and someone who will cry at the slight raising of voice... there are many more things about me but I can't quite put my finger on them and not even describe them - might revisit this and give more info as I figure myself out more.

So... what do I like? you ask, what do I like to do? what do I dislike or hate? what am I afraid of?

The things I like are what a “normal” 20-year-old girl/boy/person would like: tv shows, movies, music… but of course, there’s a difference between liking something and having a whole hyper fixation about certain things. It's not always, but when I find a new interest mostly regarding tv shows - of course it doesn't happen with every show I watch (even if I got to watch a new one because I like to watch the same shows again and again and never try anything new - but, you know, when I finally venture myself into the unknown which I don't really like), but when I find THE show, it seems as if I lose myself in it, imagining myself as a character with a certain face and personality and constantly daydreaming about it, even in class or when I eat. When I find THE show, I can spend years (yeah, years) building a world around it, my own little fanfic in my mind, not being able to stop it... and it all made sense as soon as I read the term "maladaptive daydream" somewhere on the internet.

All in all you can say that I'm always in my own world, I could be anywhere and still daydream... I can't lie and say I hate it because you can't truly be hurt when you're in a world of your own and the characters just do and say what you want to hear - unless you want to give it some spice and then there's conflict, but you get what I mean (I hope). Escaping reality is a thing I enjoy doing, whether I know it's bad for me or not.

A new thing about me came to my mind, a new description of myself I hadn't realized when I started this draft, and again, I could erase the beginning but I won't. And well, here it goes: I'm someone scared of being rejected or ignored, I'm constantly thinking that people talk about me behind my back and that friendships won't last. You can call that a pinch of PTSD from being bullied for so many years, and even if it "stopped" there are still people who like to make fun of me, but I guess I attract all sorts of bullying to me, so I guess I just have to soak it up and vent on a tumblr page instead of sticking up for myself; which I don't know how to do because I cry really easily.

This brings me to the topic of bullying. And so, imagine you're a girl whose parents decided to move but not from city to city - from country to country, start fresh to run from your usual south American life experience. So, here's me, a three-year-old kid who thank God knows the language but has the south American accent, which no matter your skin color, racist or xenophobic people are still going to laugh at, even little kids. So, again, a toddler in a small town with nobody else but her parents, really shy equals kids your age not wanting to be your friend, telling you they don't understand what you're saying and just ignoring you, and sometimes pushing you to the ground. And that toddler thinks that primary school could be better, but nope, not at all - at least I can thank that only those years in primary school is the only period of time where the bullying got a little bit too physical, from dragging you through the stairs or scratching your forehead, to - again, pushing you to puddles; and on top of that, when that toddler turned into a 10-year-old kid, a teacher decided that it would be nice to tell her that she should go back to her own country and that she's gonna end up working as a trash truck driver, all because she couldn't solve a math problem. Yup, tough years, tougher when I ended up having to befriend my own bullies, maybe my mom thought it would be better so they could leave me alone especially when no one did anything to stop the kids, no teachers, nobody at all.

So, the kid reaches the preteen years, and she's a total outcast pushing herself into doing things she doesn't like, such as going out - which I grew up to despise a lot, and I have no problem going out to school or maybe the cinema or a mall, but going out to a party? and drink? to a club? no thank you. Two times I got drunk and meh, a few more times I went out at night, hated it; a club? once and not only I got a panic attack from the number of people there but I got back with covid... so yeah, very lame. I detest alcohol, especially the taste of everything, I hate going out at night, and I hate sleeping somewhere that's not my room, and I avoid it unless it's necessary. There were even times I completely lost it and lashed out at my friends because I had been hiding my true feelings about it, saying things I didn't mean and apologizing later... losing it is something that doesn't happen a lot, but there are times when I have a not-very-nice meltdown.

So, going back to my high school years, ignoring the fact that I literally got threatened by a girl I had finally stood up to, the cute nicknames started. Weird, ugly, slut (for some reason I don't understand)... but weird was their favorite name for me, and I remember that there was this one time, just one time, where I was called autistic. And so I spend those first years with a friend who was kind of toxic to me, but honestly fuck her so I'm not going to talk about her. And finally, the last two years of high school is when I decided to change schools, to maybe get some peace and meet new people, and the latter happened, but my friend and other girls decided to transfer as well and there was one of them who decided to start calling me dumb for no good reason, the toxic friend as well but in a more passive-aggressive "I'm joking" way - so much that I started to believe it and got addicted to taking IQ quizzes just to prove myself that I wasn't dumb (the last one I took I got a 115 score, so I guess I'm proud of myself and got over that, a little bit). PS if you want an update on which names are some people calling me now are immature, which I really hate, and if it was in a constructive way of saying instead of a strategy to make me cry and win an argument they were losing then I wouldn't mind that much... the name kinda stopped and at least that brings me relief. And FYI, those two last years were kind of better despite being called dumb all the time, because at the end of the day I made friends.

And where are those friends, you ask? we grew apart, and it makes me grow a fear of not being able to keep friendships. And of course, I'm not saying that everyone is the problem but me, I mean, I'm a really weird person, and not knowing how to express myself or just be myself - spending my time catering to others and giving way too much just to keep friendships I desperately want to hold on to. I guess I can be annoying, repetitive - or both, well not "I guess", I know I can be, but you don't have to be mean or laugh at me for that.

Even now that I have friends, they are three but I can be myself for once with them, every time I meet other people I am very very wary, and just tone everything down so they don't think I'm weird.

So, all in all, I have trust issues, and social anxiety, probably but most probably ADD with a maladaptive daydream, and after all, I still think there's a possibility of me having autism but still confused if I had been masking for a long time or not. This is very confusing.

I'm not gonna tag tags, so boring.

[awholelotofladybug]

Bonus

Chloé found herself in front of the entrance of  the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. Only this time, not only did she need to be there, but she wanted to. She was determined to keep her promise to Sabrina, Adrien, and herself. So, with a deep breath and a quick gulp, she went in to be greeted by Tom Dupain.

“Oh. Chloé Bourgeois,” said Tom, rather surprised. “How very nice to see the mayor’s daughter come into our place of business. I would be happy to...”

“Monsieur Dupain, sir,” said Chloé, rather bashfully. “Is, uh, is Marinette home?”

Tom looked surprised, but then he smiled. 

“Marinette!” Tom called. “There’s someone here to see you!”

Chloé stood there, blushing and shuffling her foot. A whole week of apologies had lead up to this point. Chloé could feel her ego deflating like an old balloon, and she couldn’t help but feel small. For the first time in a long time, it occurred to Chloé that she was just a child, mayor’s daughter or not. And children had to follow rules and obey adults. This would be her life from now on. As that began to sink in, Chloé heard footsteps. She looked to see Marinette standing in front of her.

“You wanted to see me?” Marinette asked. “Is this about Adrien, or our truce?”

Chloé cleared her throat. “Not really, no. May we please talk upstairs?”

Marinette and Chloé sat side by side on Marinette’s chaise longue. Marinette looked at Chloé, who was quiet as a mouse for the past minute. She would think that Chloé would want to speak first, but apparently not. So Marinette decided to break the silence.

“So, uh, Chloe, you said you wanted to talk. What did you want to talk about?”

Chloe sighed. “Us, mostly.”

“What about us?”

Chloé took a deep breath, and got ready to say things she never thought she would say.

“I’m not going to waste time trying to explain or excuse myself. The fact is I spent four whole years hating you and making your life miserable either for stupid reasons or no reason at all. And it wasn’t until I got dropped from the Eiffel Tower that I realized how awful that is. Pretty ridiculous, right?”

“Yeah,” said Marinette. “I guess.”

Chloé sighed. “And it wasn’t just you. It was everyone. Everyone only ever got my absolute worst, even the people I considered friends.”

“At least you’re being honest about it now,” said Marinette.

“I have no excuse,” said Chloé. “I did it because I was a terrible person... I wronged you, and... I’m sorry.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open. She knew Chloé had been acting differently ever since the incident with Stoneheart. She had been apologizing up and down, both to their classmates and people throughout Paris. Marinette knew it was only a matter of time before she got an apology too, but still, to actually hear Chloé say them out loud. It felt nothing short of miraculous.

“Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say,” said Chloé, getting up. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Marinette was silent. Assuming the worst from that silence, Chloé lowered her head.

“Right. I’ll just go then.”

That’s when Marinette swiftly grabbed Chloé’s wrist and refused to let go. Marinette was ready. What she had to say, Chloé had to hear.

“Chloé,” said Marinette. “I will never forget all the awful things you did... But I do forgive you.”

Chloé’s eyes widened. “You.. You do?”

“I do,” said Marinette with a smile. “No hard feelings.”

“That’s... That’s fabulous! Thank you! Thank you so much!” said Chloé with a twinkle in her eye.

The two girls laughed, not because it was funny, but because they were happy, so very, very happy. Afterwards, Chloé spoke up once more, blushing.”

“Um, since we don’t hate each other anymore, would you, maybe, like to be my friend?”

Marinette was shocked for a second, but then she smiled. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

Marinette hugged her former bully. It was a truly wonderful feeling to making a friend out of an enemy. The embrace they shared felt warm and comforting, up until they ended it. 

“Well, I better get going,” said Chloé. “But hey, see you in class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there,” said Marinette with a wink and a smile.

Chloé smiled as she left. “A demain mon amie.“

Marinette nodded as she watched Chloé leave. This was a truly miraculous moment for her and for Chloé.

“A demain, mon amie,” 

Be a Better Friend: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up.  All other fictional characters and locations about Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc. No copyright infringement is intended. I do not intend to profit from this.

It was Sunday night, just before dinner, and Sabrina was terrified.  She couldn’t put into words just how scared she was. It felt like she was going to a courtroom to be put on trial. Then again, that’s how she often felt when she was invited to the Grand Paris, the business and home of the Bourgeois family. It was here that Sabrina came to see her friend, Chloe Bourgeois, after being invited to dinner. “Friend.” That word always felt iffy to Sabrina when Chloe was involved. Could she really be called Chloe’s friend? While it was true that they spent all their free time together, most of the time, Sabrina felt more like a servant or a lackey. Chloe would do the occasional nice thing, but most of the time, it felt like all the pressure was on her to keep this fragile friendship afloat. Sabrina never truly felt at ease. This sense of dread rushed through her mind as she walked up to the entrance, and just stood there, frozen, only to see Chloe herself answer the door, followed by her butler, who opened the door.

“Hey, Sabrina.“

Sabrina’s fear dissolved when she heard the greeting. Something felt wrong. Chloe looked different, and not in a good way.  She wore sad yet tired eyes while also wearing a timid smile. Her attire was composed of a white sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, and yellow slippers. Her stance was off, too. She was slouching, and her shoulders slumped.. It didn’t hold the usual pride and bravado Chloe usually had. Sabrina went from being scared to being worried. Something was definitely wrong with Chloe. She seemed tense, uncertain, scared, and very sad.

“You want to come in?” Chloe asked.

Sabrina snapped out of it. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Coming.”

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[death2normalcy]

Maybe it’s just because I’ve been on tumblr for so long, and I’ve seen this kind of issue be discussed multiple times in other fandoms, but the discussion that happened last night on twitter was just weird and kind of gross.

I’ll admit that when I was younger, I would post about real people in a way that is just not appropriate. But I’d like to think I’ve learned? Do I make the occasional comments in my tags about the guys? Absolutely, but I would like to think they aren’t that bad.

But there’s a line. There has to be a middle ground between treating them like little babies and writing whole paragraphs about how much you want to suck their dicks and all the nasty things you want them to do to you. There has to be that line.

And I get that some Stays on twitter are younger, but it’s the younger ones calling this out? And the older ones that are posting extremely graphic things that anyone can see, that aren’t on private, and then bullying a minor because she said something about it.

I personally think stuff like that should stay on private or in group chats. That’s all. Obviously, people won’t stop. You do you. But posting it and then getting mad that it popped up on a minor’s feed and they called you out is insane.

[angrelysimpping]

So, had some River thoughts the other night and it turned into this whole thing and, uh, enjoy?

V special shout out to @inkyquince for letting me bounce ideas off them =3=💕

M!River; GN!Reader; penetrative sex, reader receiving; oral sex, reader giving; past noncon; teacher/student; unhealthy sex; waaaaay more feelings then originally intended

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Mister River likes the expected. He likes things he can pin down and understand without question. Maths, for example. The rules of the temple, another. He tries not to listen to the stories spread around school. They set him on edge, the unknowable. Mostly untrue but sometimes with a miniscule grain of fact. He once heard a girl say she thought Doren was a werewolf! Imagine that! Ridiculous. But, still, there were others that weren't as easily picked apart and disregard. 

Even though he tries to avoid them, he still hears rumors about all the nasty things you do. How you set up a glory hole in the school bathroom. That you come to class smelling of cum and proud of it. That there are pictures, videos, of you floating around online doing all sorts of depraved things, things he can't even fathom. 

Not just rumors, either. River has seen you flash your classmates, heard you make crude jokes. He's even witnessed you teasing Whitney, getting the bully riled up until he had to send them out. 

When you come shuffling through the doors of the soup kitchen, he expects the worst. But…that's not what he gets. 

Dark circles under your eyes whispering of late nights. Voice quick and low as you talk to the nun at the door. A voice begging for no one to notice you, for no one to look your way. 

Then there's a moment where you meet his gaze and he sees the shift in you. A rise of shoulders and tensing of your jaw.

And River sees it. Sees you. Bone tired. Scared. The real you. Not the performance you put on during school hours. Not the attitude that keeps others off your back. But someone in need of help.

And someone willing to help. 

River expects you to come through the line, take some food and move on. He can bite his tongue, then. He won't ask about your switch in personality or why you're here. He'll serve you and let you eat in peace. 

Or, he would have if you didn't take up the station next to him, helping serve those in line. 

He wishes you hadn't. 

Then, he wouldn't notice the other things about you. He wouldn't see the bruises on your arms or the shake in your hands. Wouldn't hear the soft tone of voice that radiated kindness and warmth that never once made an appearance during school hours. 

He wouldn't have to learn to reconcile the notion of your school delinquent persona with this person who was, for a lack of better words, good. 

He wouldn't have to get to know you. He wouldn't have taken notice of your small habits. Wouldn't have asked about your day to break the tension that built up between you two, palpable and thick.

Maybe if he hadn't actually listened, maybe if he hadn’t nodded at the right places or chuckled at your jokes, it would have worked out for River. Maybe you wouldn't have opened up around him. Maybe you wouldn't have become more generous with your answers or more free with your laugh. Maybe you wouldn't have asked questions back and maybe he wouldn't have answered.

Maybe he wouldn't have found himself transfixed at the way your lips curved. Wouldn't have noticed the scent of your shampoo as you brushed past him, mumbled apologies as you accidentally grazed his back in your haste to help when called. 

He wouldn't have noticed when you went missing.

No, that's wrong. River knows he would have noticed your absence, a hole in a sea of heads in the classroom. But, would he have cared? Really? Truly? Not of the fact you were skipping school but that you were gone?

Because you're not just skipping school. Even on days you skipped, you still showed up to volunteer. You'd give the teacher a crooked smile and mutter about needing to help out with a few things around the orphanage. And River would smile back and pretend to believe you. He wouldn't ask about the soft red in your eyes left behind from crying or the new marks blooming on your skin. If you wanted to talk to him you would, right?

God, he should have asked questions. He should have told you that he'd listen if you needed an ear for more serious matters. Should have asked you if you needed anything when he'd heard some of the soup kitchen regulars trading raunchy stories of just how badly you needed money. 

Then there you are again, stumbling through the doors of the soup kitchen. A week. A week you've been gone and River can't help the way his chest constricts when he sees you. 

Hair tangled and eyes nearly lifeless, you still manage to smile at River before shuffling into the kitchen to help wash dishes for the day. 

River manages to keep it together right until closing, where he offers to drive you back to the orphanage. It's once in his car that you, too, seem to break. 

You're crying, chest heaving as your story of the past week tumbles from you in bursts. A debt. A monstrous, all consuming debt. One that you refused to elaborate on but one that ruled your every waking moment. One you had defaulted on last week. One that you had to repay by getting sent into the hands of a hermit living in the forest who wanted you as a spouse.

He stops the car. 

It's a blur, moving into the back seat, taking you into his arms and letting you sob against his chest. When you finally calm, your breath evening out, he expects you to sleep. He'll take you to his home and make up the sofa for you. That's his plan, to take you somewhere he knows is safe. 

You never followed his preconceived notions. You slide from his lap, kneeling in the cramped back seat, and tug at his trousers. 

River is frozen, shock locking him in place as you free his soft cock from the confines of his clothing. 

You sigh, a delicate sound after your previous wailes. He jerks back into life as you brush the tip with your lips, trying to wrench away only to remain trapped between you and the seat. 

"Please." Your voice is rough, still edged with tears as you look up at him through your lashes, warm hand working his shaft even as he hesitates. "Please. I…I can't get them out of my head. I can't get their taste out of my m-mouth. P-please Mister River. I c-can't-"

You take a shuddering breath, seemingly on the verge of tears again. 

River nods. It's a tiny, miniscule fraction of movement, but you see it all the same. 

His head hits the back of the seat as you take him into your mouth, eyes closing half from pleasure and half from obligation. This isn't for him. This is for you. Some misguided way for you to feel better, but the only way he can help. Isn't that something the temple preached? Suffering in the name of serving others? Maybe, though he doubted this is what they meant, but that doesn't matter. He'll get through this, for your sake. He can. He will-

River gasps as your tongue swirls around him, hips twitching forward without thought. One of your hands rests on his inner thigh, giving him a soft squeeze as you work. Lewd sounds fill the small car, making it harder and harder for River to keep any semblance of composure. 

Haltingly, he reaches out, a tentative hand ghosting over the back of your head. You hum in contentment, the sound making him shudder as he rests a shaking hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair. 

To his chagrin, River feels the coil in his stomach tightening, a familiar tingling in his balls. He's going to cum. Not even five minutes into a blow job in the back seat of his car like some fumbling virgin, red faced and shaking, unsure hands. 

"St-stop."

You pull off him, soft pop sounding louder than a firecracker in River's burning ears. 

He doesn't give himself time to think, pulling you into his lap. You're one step ahead of him, shimmying out of your clothes, exposing yourself to him. There's a moment where he feels about to pass out, head spinning as he sees your naked sex. There are bruises on your hips and thighs, some taking the distinct form of hands and fingers. 

Some tiny part of his brain demands he kiss them, to press his lips to every mark left on your skin and baptize it anew with his tongue. He doesn't get the chance as you shift your hips forward, lining yourself up with the tip of his leaking prick. 

"W-wait."

You whine, but still, looking at the maths teacher with wide pleading eyes, the unguarded desire and lust in them making his dick twitch dangerously. "Please," you whisper, "Please, don't you…don't want me?"

The hurt in your voice bleeds, runs down River's spine and makes his chest ache. He did. He wanted more than he'd realized. But he had to remember that this wasn't for him. Not for his desire or pleasure. For you. This was for you. 

"D-do you want to?" He asked, fighting to keep his voice steady as heat radiated from your body, cockhead still pressing against your hole. "Are you sure?"

You pause, and River can see the wheels turning in your head. It feels like eons, but only lasts a second. 

"I've never…" you trail off, looking to the side as your face grows hot. "I've never done this with, with someone that I actually…like." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you turn back to face River, eyes locking onto his. "I'm sure. I want this." 

You try to move, try to sink down on his cock only for River to stop you again, hands on your hips keeping you in place. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes at the rejection. 

River shakes his head, tongue tied as he tries to speak, tries to soothe you. "Condom," he finally manages to choke out. "Th-there's a condom. In my pocket. Would you…?"

You do, scrambling to get the foil packet you never would have dreamed of River carrying. You'd be right to assume he wouldn't. The small packet wasn't his, not originally. The headmaster, with his wandering eyes and hands, had slipped it into his pocket earlier that day. A hand brushing over his ass. Long, slender fingers dipping into his back pocket while wearing a cool, indifferent smile. River had frozen at the time, face burning and heart hammering in his chest like a frightened bird as Leighton's hot breath fanned over his neck. He despised the headmaster's sinful ways, but he still muttered a prayer of thanks now as you rolled the condom down his shaft, cool against his burning skin. 

If you recognize the condom, the brand, the scent of the water based lube, the textured ring at the base, you gave no sign. Long nights spent at the brothel scraping up Bailey's money have no place in your head at the moment, not here in the quiet of River's car. Not when you can look into those pretty light blue eyes, sharp blue pools of sky, and lose yourself in them. Not when you can finally, finally, slide down on River's cock and for once feel like an act like this meant something. 

River shudders as your tight heat invelps him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as a way of staving off his own end. You don't give yourself time to adjust, moving, rocking yourself on his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. It leaves River helpless, leaves him gasping for air, panting into your neck and shoulder. He can't even steel himself, can't keep from his hand squeezing your already bruised hips. 

He'll make it up to you later, he thinks dimly. Later when he gets you tucked up somewhere nice and warm and safe. When he can think more clearly and not the all consuming heat that is you. Wrapped around his cock and hands on his chest and lips peppering his neck with soft kisses. Everywhere. You're everywhere. Moans filling the air mixing with his own. Your scent heavy and sweet, filling him up. 

"T-touch me."

River obeys, hand immediately sliding from your hip to your groin, touching you in a clumsy, earnest manner. Little skill and all frenzied want to please. 

Your hand covers his, guiding his fingers and palm. "Like that," you pant, rocking into his hand and causing his cock to press against something sensitive inside you. "J-just like that." 

You keep rocking against his hand, keep bumping his cockhead against your insides in a delicious crescendo of sensation. Of pleasure and want. 

The hand that still rests on his chest finds the chain of his temple pendant. Looping the metal around your palm, you pull River forward, pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss.  

River cums just a split second before you, gasping your name as you follow after him. His head tips back, eyes shut and mouth dropping as you pulse around him, wringing him of every drop of seed and spending himself in the condom. 

You keep going, rocking against River even as his gasps take on a pained edge. It's right as a strained whimper slips free, a moment away from begging you to still, that it's too good, too much, you stop. Panting with your face pressed into his neck, you're more than content to stay like this. Even though you're only half dressed, fluids drying uncomfortably on your thighs, you don't want to move. For the first time in longer than you can remember, you feel safe and you don't want the moment to end. 

It has to, though. 

River mumbles soft reassurances as you slide back, his cock slipping free. He's quick to peel off his condom, trying to tie it close awkwardly. An unpracticed motion, one that makes you huff a small laugh as he finally succeeds. River fumbles to find a place to dispose of it, only for you to finally grab it from his hands and roll down the window, chucking it from the car. 

He thinks better of admonishing you for littering, saying a soft thanks under his breath as he fixes his clothes. Silence falls over the car, one that sets him edge, makes his skin prickle. 

What does he even do now?

"Do you…" he trails off, running a hand through his hair as he tries to find the right words, the right phrases. This was a lot more complicated than the numbers and equations of math or the clear rules of the temple. This was messy, unknowable. It made his stomach twist but he couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement. Normally something he'd avoid but now he didn't. Not when it meant avoiding you. 

"Do I?" You cock your head to the side, prompting him to go on. 

"Do you want to spend the night?" He finally manages to get out, words jumbled in a single breath. 

You stare at him, evaluating him, and River feels sweat starting to form along the back of his neck as he waits for your answer. Finally, the silence gets to him, and he continues 

"N-not that," he says, rubbing the back of his neck, "not in ah, an, um, sinful way. Not like that! I mean, not that I wouldn't want to if you did but, b-but that's not what I meant. Just, I have a couch that pulls out and you'd be safe and-"

You move faster than he expected, silencing his rambles with a kiss. 

When you pull back, there's a dazed look in River's eye, his lips still parted as you nod. "Yes," you say. "Yes, I think I'd like that."

[shujiology]

Playing House

You and Hanma had always loved playing house ever since you were young, and he played the role of a husband so well.

Warnings: afab!reader, minor violence, blood, slight himedere!reader

Imagine this, seven-year-old Hanma Shuji who towers over his peers due to his ridiculously imposing height, making it easier for him to intimidate kids his age, even if he didn’t intend to at first.

Seven-year-old Hanma Shuji would always stand in the middle of the playground alone, because everyone else basically avoided him like the plague, in fear that he might do something to hurt them just because he looked slightly different than everyone else.

Seven-year-old Hanma Shuji quickly learned to use this to his advantage, and he does so by bullying his classmates into doing things for him, like carrying his bag, or doing his assignments, etc.

He never brings his own lunch to school, and that was mostly caused by the absence of his mother and the lack of solicitude provided by his now single father, so he’d always steal his classmate’s lunches, and they’d always give it to him willingly without him having to put up too much of a fight.

He would also punch anyone’s teeth in if they dare to disobey him (though to be fair, he would do this for fun anyways).

Imagine seven-year-old Hanma Shuji, who after a while, got bored of getting whatever he wanted, so he starts to think that maybe he craved the company of other children his age after all.

He’d always watch the kids play with each other, and the one thing he notices often, is that children like to play house. Where one person, usually a boy, would pretend to be the husband, while a girl would pretend to be the wife, meanwhile the rest of the children would be their kids.

So he’s decided, if the other kids wouldn’t come over to befriend him, then he should bring the other kids to him, right? Yeah, that makes perfect sense.

There you were, sitting amongst your friends, eating lunch in peace when suddenly Hanma’s tall figure came looming over you as he starred at you blankly with a smile that has mischief written all over it.

“Can I help you?” you asked, failing to notice all the other girls around you practically shaking like a leaf upon his presence alone.

Without warning he picks you up over his shoulder like you were a bag of rice, ignoring your persistent complaints telling him to put you down.

Eventually he dropped you to the ground and knelt in front of you so he could level his face with yours before saying “We’re going to play house now” in the most nonchalant way possible. “I’ll be the husband, and you’ll be my wife~♡” he chirped happily with a Cheshire grin.

To his surprise, you didn’t start crying immediately, like all the other girls he’s approached thus far. Instead, you huffed and crosses your arms over your chest, acting like what he did had offended you greatly. “Husbands don’t treat their wives like a brute Shuji! If you want me to be your wife then you must treat me as such” you chastised.

“For starters… husbands usually give their wives rings” you say as you wiggle your tiny fingers in front of him, as if to emphasize your still ringless hand.

Hanma was too stunned to speak. Although after a while, he came back to his senses and when he does, the flabbergasted look on his face was quickly replaced by the wicked grin he was more known for. He really likes you, he decided at that very moment. ‘She’s interesting’ he thinks, before rushing off without saying a word.

Seven-year-old Hanma Shuji would walk over to a group of random girls and grab one of them by the wrist, before pulling her over to the neatly lined up potted plants in front of their classroom and force her to weave a ring out of the pretty pastel flowers, merely because you told him you wanted a ring.

When you requested a crown to go with the ring, he’d tell the same girl (or multiple girls) to go and make flower crowns especially for you. That, or he’d yank a headband from a random girl’s head before presenting it to you because that’s just what husbands do.

You’d always sit on one specific swing-set whilst you wait for him to retrieve whatever it is you'd asked for, and naturally the swing beside it belongs to him.

God forbid anyone dares to steal your swing from you.

He’d make sure right then and there just who that swing-set belongs to. He’d make someone carve your names on it with their fingernails if he had to.

Though of course, what is a perfect husband without his perfect wife?

He wasn’t the only one playing. You also played the role of the perfect wife so well for him.

Whenever he managed to successfully do your requests, you’d give him a bright smile before jumping at him to give him an embrace. He no longer has to steal lunches from other kids because now he has you to bring him lunch. That way you guys could eat together like a couple would!

And whenever someone snitched on him to the teachers, you’d always have his back and tell the teachers that it wasn’t his fault and that the other kid started it.

Hanma would do anything for you. All you have to do is say the words and whatever you want is yours. He’d remain playing the role of a husband for you, and when twenty-eight-year-old Hanma Shuji stood outside your door, face splattered with blood with some smearing on to his glasses, and a devilish smile adorning his face just like all those years ago with a diamond ring in hand (the one you'd specifically said you wanted but could never get, because apparently someone else had gotten it before you), you just can’t help but beam up at him and say “Yes”.

A.N: not me listening to High School Sweethearts by Melanie Martinez at the dead of night as I imagine Hanma treating me like the queen that I am. Kisaki you one lucky bastard, I also want Hanma to be my ride or die goddamit!