#anyway sorry i forgot to answer this lol i read it days ago and just forgor to answer

[maschotch]

"conservative mean girl in high school 10 years later" literally jj. I do not understand how people walk away with the impression that she's the "sweet one" of the group... if you pay even a little bit of attention to her words or actions. she's like. one of the meanest ones imo.

also to be fair about ignoring some of the shitty parts of the other characters/chalking it up to bad writing is that genuinely sometimes they'll just write the most inconsistent/out of character shit just for the part it plays to the plot. but with jj, yeah, there's bad writing, but one of her most consistent character traits is STILL mean girl and abilism. saying all of those moments are bad writing really leaves you with nothing with her sghdjgkhkh

was watching through season 7 (and some of 8) and like. I already know about the Unbearable Mother personality but. like I was really noticing how bad it was for that season. one of the only things she contributes to the profile is "maternal instinct" "maybe this is about a child" "what if they're trying to start a family" type shit... none of them are above saying dumb shit like this but it's specifically that they really concentrated it into her agdhfjkgkh

(also yes big fan of your JJ Takes™️ it may not make her more likable but it does make her actually interesting)

she’s canonically the mean girl of the group.

the writing inconsistencies always suck, but they consistently write her to be overly judgmental and belittling of others. what is left to enjoy???

for some cm characters, i honestly just ignore aspects of their character i dont like. even with my dislike of jj, i can recognize that all the “im a mom” shit is just sexist writing. it annoys the shit out of me, but i cant hold it against her

[peridots-pixiwolf]

sketches from @mipexch 's whiteboard a couple days ago!!

also feat. a very small reference to @onlineviolence :]

[siddyyyyyyyy]

OHH okay! Thank you for answering my question! Then, if you can, how would bat boys(or kyle lol) flirting with Mc, who at the end of the convo reveals that they have a kid(like 5yo) and would completely understand if they didn't wanted to take this further?

OR! OR OR OROR-

Imagine Mc is Bruce's daughter who was not involved in bat business and went abroad, hiding from the media with their partner, living their best life when all of the sudden, batfam visits and they both look at Mc and the baby in their arms and everyone's like "WDYM YOU HAVE A BABY AND WE NEVER KNEW- WDYM IT'S BEEN 3 MONTHS???" (basically the case that, you never showed the sighs of Pregnant went to labor and suddenly you have a kid you didn't even know existed til last minute. And in your panic and stress forgot to inform them but this is just what I think would happen you don't have to use it lol)

you don't have to do this lol, ty for taking time to read this<3 HAVE A GREAT DQYY!!

BATBOYS REACTING TO YOU HAVING A KID

pairing: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x Reader (seperated) summary: Batboys flirt with you until they realise you have a small child warnings: none a/n: I didn't put Damian Wayne in here, I thought it felt a bit off, so I added Bruce to it! Thank you for the request, I chose the first option you described, but I'll maybe consider writing something for the second option. This is a little different from my usual format, but I made sure this still looks pretty and can be understandable. Thank you again and also have a great day!!!

BRUCE WAYNE

He saw you before, once, when he was Damian's dog out for a walk at the park nearby. At first, he didn't plan on flirting with you when Titus walked over and sniffed at your bag.

At first he was afraid you'd get scared when a Great Dane came your way and curiously sniffed at your handbag, but you didn't budge a muscle at him.

So, of course, Bruce came over to pick up the dog and hopefully not make you freak out. With a light jog, he quickly put the leash back on Titus, already looking sheepish at the situation.

"Sorry about him, he didn't scare you, did he?", but you seemed even amused at this. Maybe he underestimated you.

Soon enough, you got into a conversation, petted Titus gently, becoming even more fund of this big animal.

Bruce sat down beside you on the bench and kept talking to you, thinking you have a charming and kind personality. He'd be damned soon enough, he knows it.

That's how he started flirting with you; it started with subtle compliments until he couldn't help himself anymore. His nice words became progressively more direct, but still respectful as ever. All in all, he was sure he already got your heart.

That was until a small kid came up to you with a big smile, hands a bit dirty from the playing in the mud. That small human couldn't be older than five years old. He was confused for a moment as he watched the interaction between the two of you, eventually realising that is your kid.

God, he felt guilty. You were probably happily married with someone way better than him and just kept up with his flirting so you wouldn't come off as rude. Once the child went back to playing with the other group of kids on the playground, he tried his best to keep his embarrassment aside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a kid. Well... I have four of my own, so..." He really doesn't know what to say. But you still remain kind and sweet, even though he was shamelessly flirting wtih you a second ago.

With a kind smile, you wave him off; "Oh, don't you worry. It was nice talking to you anyway. And you have kids of your own? How old are they?"

And that's how he continued talking to you, getting back to good terms and his embarrassment long forgotten. Seems like you both do have more in common than it seemed. Bruce couldn't be more happy than to keep talking to you and spend time, but you eventually parted ways after a longer while, with each other's phone numbers exchanged.

DICK GRAYSON

He was out with Damian to get ice cream when he saw you in the line, hoping he can get some quick excuse to talk with you alone. Yeah, Damian will annoy him for days about it and tell on him, but who cares? That's a one chance oppurtunity he's got there and he will use it.

Dick got Damian away by getting him into a cool book and supply store nearby, making his own way to you.

He didn't want to come off as too desperate or obvious, 'accidently' cutting you in line so he can strike a conversation with you in that way. You responded kindly to his small accident, waving him off politely.

The conversation started with him introducing himself shortly after, getting to know the basics about each other before he starts basically showering you with compliments. But he was trying to come off as subtle and charming as possible, which came naturally for him.

His light-hearted jokes and loving words seemed to work on you, so he didn't mind keeping this up while getting to know you more. Now with ice cream cones in your hands, you settled onto a table inside the cool shop and continued talking.

You got into more conversation once you sat down together and enjoyed the ice cream together, getting to know the other a little more once he stopped overflowing you with compliments.

But he got a bit confused when you got up to get another portion of ice cream, in a small cup with a sweet waffle in it. Curiously, he just had to ask you about it.

"Another ice cream?" It was more of a mutter to himself, but you still heard it when you sat down across from him again. "Oh, just for my son. He's playing there right now, but he told me to get him some ice cream aswell." You gesture towards the playground next to the ice cream shop, making him search for a small kid that could be yours.

Why didn't he notice earlier? It was so obvious now that he knows, why would someone get ice cream next to a playground anyway? He really tries to not think too much of it and get back on track, but he also didn't want to get into such a situation at all. But of course nothing ever goes his way.

Damian is next to him out of nowhere, asking him to go home. He probably got some books from that store he was just now, judging by the plastic bag in his hand.

"Is that your kid? You guys have the same nose. Cute." You smile sweetly at them, completely unaware of them being brothers. Dick shoots a pleading look to Damian, hoping he'll play along.

"Uh, yeah... that's Damian." Dick chuckles nervously and gets up from the chair, putting his hand on his shoulder. Damian looks more awkward than before, keeping his glare on you.

With the final excuse of Damian being tired, he gets out of the shop and hurries home, ignoring all the questions and annoyed remarks from Damian. He knows he probably should've been more careful, but now he just feels guilty for leaving so quickly and lying.

Eventually, he thought more about the situation. A kid doesn't sound so bad after all. So, without wasting any more time he made his way to the shop again, hoping you'll be there again, even when a few days have passed already.

JASON TODD

In all honesty, he wasn't fond of kids at the start. But it quickly changed when he was patrolling as Red Hood and just had to protect the kids in Crime Alley and at the area where he grew up in.

He met you in the local library, having spotted you at the romance section and he really didn't want to disturb you searching for a book at the moment.

He eventually got his courage and walked to the same section, trying to not come off as intimidating. It didn't work, you almost immediately got to the section next to it to search for... 'children books'? Whatever, he doesn't judge.

Jason tries to ignore you as he searches a book for himself, keeping his eyes on the shelf.

Days have passed and he spots you in the same section more often. It was interesting to him, how you just appeared there out of nowhere a few days back and now he wants to get to know you. Something like this never happened before, maybe he should just ignore it as well.

Finally, he got his courage up and decided to talk to you. With a book of his own in hand, he gets up to you, hoping he won't scare you away or become awkward all of a sudden in front of you.

He asks you about what books you recommend to him in the romance section and he is actually surprised to see how kindly you respond to him. But ignoring the small surprise, he just listens and nods along. Phrases as, "Oh, really? Yeah, I've also heard that one's good.", or "I've read that actually...", and a lot of "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

He was really sweet to you as well, actually hoping you'll see him here more often whenever you visit the library for more books to read for your kid. And of course, Jason made sure to visit the place more often just to see you and read the books you recommended to him.

Eventually, he got to ask you out for a coffee date. But you declined, explaining you can't leave you kid alone for a longer time and apologise sincerely to him over and over again.

A kid? He was speechless for a moment before his heartbeat speeds up again. What the hell should he do? Is he even allowed to ask you out? After a brief explanation of your situation with your child, he relaxes and feels more hopeful again. In reality, he wants to keep seeing you and meet the kid. He's been told he is good with them after all.

And the day came when you introduced Jason to your daughter. It was a peaceful evening spent at your apartment with you three spending time together with some board games. Your daughter soon grew on him and she was actually more than sad when he had to leave for the night.

So, basically it's hard to tell who Jason is more fond of. Of course he adores you for who you are but your kid is just another ray of sunshine.

TIM DRAKE

Tim rarely got out for his own enjoyment but he is glad he did so that one time, because now he has someone to crush on. As stupid as it sounds, it's also true.

When he first saw you, he didn't think much about it. Just a regular person who also likes comics and other 'nerdy' stuff. But when he saw you reach for the same comic he actually wanted for a longer while, that's when he had to go up to you and talk. Not that he'd do that to every other person, but it seemeed like a good idea at the time.

You were so sweet to him, you even offered to let him have it, but he quickly declined and instead settled on a casual date to show you his collection. But there was this problem...

After a week of texting together and even sharing a few flirty comments, he was sure this could work out. Until you mentioned your son.

At first, he thought you might be joking, but he soon found out that you were honest and he tried to not come off as a total douche since he has no idea about kids.

You both settled on just going for walks for now and you even went with your sweet little kid together. Tim was unsure of the situation and made sure to set boundaries and find out if you even want to keep seeing each other. Of course, for once, whatever God there is, listened to him.

He got more comfortable around your son and found out that most comics are for him. A six-year-old reading comics about aliens and complex alien-politics? Well... he wasn't better at his age.

Soon, they both became really good friends and even better friends with you. Although he was still hesitant to make a move on you.

Either way, he is also happy with just helping you out and being close friends, even when the kid manages to impress him with his immense knoweledge about comics.

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[bluebellhairpin]

i need to talk about this rn i'm sorry but i've been having baby fever and been thinking so much about erwin as a dad 😞🩷 (cw pregnancy)

firstly, he suspects you're pregnancy before you do. he's so observant and knows you so well, so when you start to look tired, or have cravings/aversions to certain foods you didn't before, he takes note. what seals it for him is when he notices your pet (let's say a dog) clinging to you. of course they like you, but now it seems they don't want you out of their sight, might even growl whenever he tries to touch you in their presence. and of course, he notices if you haven't yet had your period (he doesn't even need an app he just remembers your usual time of month) but of course he is considerate that you may want to surprise him, and he is gracious enough to be surprised and over the moon with you when you tell him because of course the confirmation is better than the suspicion. he does admit to knowing already later on, but how can you be mad that he pays attention so well??

and when you get rounder, you learn quickly the baby has a preference for his voice. if the baby is hiding from you in the belly or keeps kicking when you want to rest, they only listen to his voice, he'll say something like "Be kind to your mother," and the child will literally stop and you're just like " •_•"

also he will absolutely hire someone to help with cleaning and cooking while you recover postpartum, make sure you don't have to lift a finger for anything besides the baby and your own wellness. even after the first couple weeks and the person he hired is gone, he'll still do most of the cleaning and cooking while you recover because he understands that while you focus on cariny for the baby, he has to focus on caring for you. he will also want to be involved with learning about how to best care for the baby as much as possible (he becomes a master at burping 😌)

and the first time you guys drop the child off at daycare, he's pretty straightfaced and serious to anyone looking at him, gives a quick hug and a kiss to his little one but mainly focuses on making sure everything is accounted for in their bag and lunchkit. the staff might think he's too cold and aloof to be so unemotional about his child's first day at daycare, but what they don't know is that the second he gets in the car and out of the kiddo's sight he puts his hand over his face and starts weeping softly, holding your hand so tightly with the other because his baby is getting so big so fast and he's proud but also sad after hearing them cry as soon as you both walked out.

he just becomes the most wonderful father and husband and loves his family with everything he has ☺️🩷

ik I told u like two days ago I was letting this cook and I'd answers that night but OOF i forgot. however i've enjoyed being reminded each time I went into my ask box! I read though it each time! loved it so much! anyway i'm gonna pop som thoughts below so this doesn't get too long for the poor people who don't wanna be Erwin's baby mama's lol <3

cw pregnancy for below

I very much headcanon Erwin as an observant man, so I 100% agree with the notion that he notices you're pregnant before you do. the food tastes changing, the sickness (the dog! (in my little world there's a dog! (his name is Atticus))) - the notes it all away but the little shit says nothing. he might partially be being considerate and letting you tell him, but i also think he isn't above waiting how long it take you to figure it out after he does. it's like a little bet he has with himself lol

AND THE BABY LIKING HIS VOICE ofc my child would only listen to Erwin smh. that's kinda so funny to me though, I love that idea. maybe Erwin spoke quietly for a while and the baby was real still, you kind of panicked a little, but as soon as Erwin went "oh my god, What?!" the babe went wild as if to say "oh, daddy is here! yay! he didn't leave us alone!" bc yk. the baby is a little shit too just like it's dad.

He also totally doesn't like the idea of you lifting a finger. he says your body is busy making a whole human being, don't you dare make him dinner too, making it himself is the least he can do. I also firmly believe afterwards he's a very hands on dad. yeah perhaps he'll keep some hired help around for the days where e's not there, but when he is there? you're surprised he isn't run off his feet. the man has so much energy for being so chill and stoic. he'd be out here being dad, mum, housekeeper, cook, taxi AND CEO, and still cuddle up to you at the end of the day and wanna attempt to ENTHUSIASTICALY put ANOTHER baby in you.

thEN the picture of him breaking after dropping your kid off for their first day! my heart! he is such a softie. big fucking teddy bear. full of marshmallows and clouds. he can look cold and aloof all he likes but we know the truth. we've seen him cry while watching both The Good Dinosaur and Bluey. he can't hide from us.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hi! Sorry to bother you again, I'm the one who asked you a while ago if it was okay to ask for some tips on writing dialogue. Thank you so much for your availability and time 🙇‍♀️ I'm mostly curious about how you structure your dialogues and how you manage to build chemistry between the characters through banter. Do you follow a particular set of rules or does it just come natural to you? You write so many ideas and cool dialogues, how do you manage to come up with so many? In general, if you have any tips for a fledgling "writer", they are super welcome. No pressure, of course, I really don't want to intrude/steal your time. P.s. I forgot last time to tell you that I also really loved your AU fic, Party Favours. I was hooked from the first lines and I had so much fun reading it. It was a really comforting and entertaining read, like drinking a hot chocolate in winter. Honestly, thank you so much for gifting us with such a warm and funny story. 🥰☕

Hey! Thank you for being so nice about my writing and the strengths you think I have - I didn't know I had them, so it was interesting to see my work from someone else's perspective.

And also don't worry, it's not a bother to answer this question. Although I'm not sure how helpful I'll be as I have no formal training and that might mean my explanations aren't useful!!

I'll try to answer as best I can :)

I don't really have rules for chemistry, I'll be honest, but my favourite dynamic (as is fucking obvious from many a fic I've written) is overconfident flirt/straight-laced practical killjoy. Luckily for me... there are a lot of these in media (Howl/Sophie, Tamaki/Haruhi, certain flavours of Buffy/Spike, Jude/Cardan from The Cruel Prince, Labyrinth fanfiction, whatever was going on with Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries)! So I guess, if I was to give advice on that... I'd say if you really like a certain dynamic, go and look for examples of how they work elsewhere. Work out what it is about the pairing that makes your brain itch, or examine how these characteristic interactions play out, if there's any kind of formula to them - for instance, in Party Favours, the bit where Astarion is actively and overconfidently faking while talking to Threnn while Rose gets more and more flustered, was based partly on a fake relationship episode of Buffy lol. Like I didn't copy it word for word or anything, but it was an idea I saw elsewhere that I knew would be good for the pairing. .

Coming up with ideas... again, idk how idiosyncratic my process is. I maladaptive daydream a lot, and I really like scripting arguments (see above about what dynamics in fiction work for me, lmfao). i just love to hallucinate bickering, apparently. If I have any lines of dialogue that occur to me in any situation, I tend to put them into my notes app on my phone, to revisit later. If I have a scene with a particular purpose, I might look through my dialogue on my phone and try to find a series of quotes that work. Other times the maladaptive daydream for a few days might be the scene, and I'll write down any notes on what I want to happen and let it percolate for a few days before I actually write it. Sometimes pieces of dialogue will come to me before the scene does - Astarion's speech in chapter 7 of pieces happened before any of the rest of the fic, and then I was like "fuck. well. now i've got to get myself there." Mostly, this seems to just be a result of having these people live in my head rent free, but I'm also pretty autistic and so I script conversations a lot in social interactions anyway. .

Dialogue. I think dialogue comes naturally to me (see above comment about autism) and as such, I don't really follow any strict rules, I'm afraid... but these are some things I do formally try to do-

If a person is talking at someone (again, see how much I fucking love writing people bickering), you need to make sure it's not just a wall of text. Adding in paragraph breaks, even if it's a monologue, is kind of essential (speaking as someone who did not do this in the beginning, and it shows, particularly when you're reading my earlier fic on mobile rather than desktop). Often I will break it up with a one sentence interjection, a false start from the other person trying to get a word in edgeways, or a stage direction. I had a problem with one pairing I wrote for where one of the characters just would never speak... I needed to engineer lines for him to say even if it was completely superfluous. Sometimes, now I look at my writing, I feel like these are obviously fake and unnecessary... but they help break up the text and give the reader pauses. So they must be helpful, even if they're kind of just... there. it makes the dialogue a dialogue, with two people involved and reacting to each other. -

Similarly, speeding stuff up can be useful when creating banter, to keep pace and avoid people monologuing at each other. The key ways I tend to speed stuff up is usually a) characters finishing each other's sentences (derogatory or affectionate), b) interrupting each other (you'll notice my repeated 'Astarion-' is often used to get Astarion to just talk quicker and at more length and in more detail until Rose loses her goddamn mind), c) quicker back and forth where you don't need dialogue tags or stage directions bc characteristic voices will make it clear who is speaking. -

I read everything aloud as I post. This is how I proofread. Reading aloud helps me find spelling errors/sentence errors, but it also means that I have to speak all my dialogue aloud to my own wall like a crazy person. If I'm speaking it aloud in a different way, like the phrasing changes subconsciously to what's more natural in my mouth, I will often edit the dialogue to reflect that. I speak it, to see how it is spoken. -

Second to the above point, if you have a character who's voice you struggle with, listen/watch clips of their voice. I do not think I can write Lae'zel (or Gale tbh, and I'm now writing a whole fic from his pov so I clearly hate myself). I watch back clips of them all the time, and then I go to my dialogue, and see if I can hear it in their voice. If I can, I keep it. -

...Be brave enough to tell jokes. I genuinely can't tell you how much I don't think I'm funny. Every joke I write in my fic, I have no idea if anyone else will enjoy it, or if it only makes me laugh. But I put it in there, for me. I'm lucky, bc now some people tell me they found a joke amusing, and I'll know it landed with someone else other than me. But you tell jokes with your friends, presumably, and you're playful with them. So allow your characters to joke with each other, even if you're scared that no one else will 'get it'. If no one else finds it funny, at least the characters are having fun! -

Anyway, those are my main 'tips', I don't know if any of them are helpful!!

My other one main piece of advice is... read. Seriously. Even if the media you want to write for isn't a literary novel, read other people's writing, and I do mean both fic and published books, because published books (if they're good) have an editor. I read a lot of books/webtoons/manga before I ever wrote a fic... like for 12 years or something. I was a big reader, and reading good writing is useful - it's inspiring, it's also just technically helpful. These writing tips might be useless, because lot of what I've done in my own writing I've learned through osmosis - just by reading a fuck tonne of books, good and bad. I'm not saying you have to read 60 books a year or w/e, but read like, a few good books!

(also, just write a bunch. I am only becoming a 'read' fic author on my 11th project??? basically??? so I've had a lot of practice at this point, and grown in confidence. The more things you finish, the more ambitious you get. I couldn't have conceived of Pieces when I was writing my first fanfic, bc I thought plot was my main weakness... now I'm writing an almost entirely original premise and that's bc I've learned a lot since I started writing!)

[shit-talk-turner]

I don’t necessarily think mods agree with every bullshit anon says. I know you don’t. But you choose what’s gonna be the topic of the day and it’s highley opinion-forming. (mostly negative) You don’t say much and still influence others. Provoke and wait. Share and get other people to spread it. „Smart”. That way it’s never your fault. „Oopsie”. No remorse whatsoever even though you’re responsible for a lot of weird comments on a different platform and some really creepy profiles PRETENDING to be „fan accounts”. (they’re getting blocked for a reason, another long story) Because being annoying on here is not enough. But what can you do? Admit it? It’s easier to shift the blame and call people crazy. Oversensitive, of course. Looks like someone who cares is a big turn off you. 😜 Into bad boys much? Get well soon, honey. (Sorry, bad joke, we don’t romanticize it here, I know….unless…)Anyway. A lot of blogs are problematic but this one is the final boss? Probably the most active one? Not sure. But it’s famous for sure. Even for people who forgot Tumblr existed. Apparently it’s not just „a shit chat” here?

Manipulating younger, more naive fans it’s easy. A bunch of fake screenshots is all you need. Little minions will eat that shit up and spread it for you.

What a hero. Girl „ended” racism but invented a whole new genre of misogyny. Did we just end old misogyny to replace it with a modern, more subtle, yet still effective one? Like it never went away, you just got better at hiding it. Eh. If you want others to grow and apologize for their mistakes, how about you do something different once and use your platform for good? Boo. Boring 🤣 I know I’m crazy for asking that. You’re clearly way more influential than you claim to be. So own it. How about one thing that will make someone smile, for a change. SINCE YOU’RE SO OBSSESED WITH SMILES. Such a waste of potential. Smh.

Also tell me, how is it that you’re always against taking it from here to harass people on other platforms? And little minions still come back here with „Hey. I sent them a DM.” LOL! Saying that only out of guilt and then again, my personal fav: „I didn’t advise that.” Wow, thank you but it’s clearly not working and you’re aware of it as it’s been proven many times before and that, right here, makes you a part of the problem. Btw. Being able to read someone like an open book by one facial expression would be a great superpower. I absolutely agree! I guess we all dream of that one from time to time. We can joke about it, that’s for sure. But if you take joking/humor to like, seriously diagnose? a „toxic relationship”, now that’s something I’d call a stretch. Sorry, I laugh every time you say but they’re just „famous people”so it’s okay - that’s even worse. Maybe with people you actually know in real life you’d be at least slightly more accurate, so you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, eh. Now say you don’t do that, look up the comments some people leave and tell me you never „kinda agreed” on that here. Yup. I’m not saying this blog is the worst thing that happened to humanity just because I say some things here 🤣 Yeah, there are bigger problems. Lol. I think the root of the issue here is that a lot of you are desperate for answers of things you’ll never get answers for which only leads to frustration. :(

A friend somewhere posts a comment and you’re all like „it has to be trolling”, if a friendly, wholesome, completely harmless comment is trolling to you - then what the fuck is this? Everything that’s NOT cruel to her can’t be real, smh. If you wanna troll, make it clear it’s a science fiction blog then? We are all hypocrites to some degree, yeah. I’ve made peace with that long ago. But the level here…. PS. delete your little #alexturnerwouldyoumarryme cute, innocent hashtag from all the „fan” accounts you have while you still can. Cause who knows(JOKE) maybe, one day, you’ll date him(no) and his whole fanbase will try to cancel you for it. 🤣Well, not cancel-cancel but them twisting it and using it against you at some point is inevitable. I think you often use this one here to prove…dishonesty? Whatever. All of the above is just the tip of the iceberg 🤣 TLDR.

So this is the last time we’re going to post your mania rants so if you want to continue this discussion we can do it off anon or you can start your own shit talk blog about us to post your manifestos. We appreciate that you think we’re the big bad boss of the AM underground or something, but we really don’t have that much power. There is no manipulation or cancelling happening here, just gossiping. We don’t care what other peoples opinions are as long as we can all play nice and keep it to some light hearted shit talk. We do not hate Louise like you seem to think we do and I guess you missed how often we do defend her (or delete unnecessarily hateful, disgusting asks about her). It seems you are genuinely misunderstanding a lot that is happening here or mistaking us for fans elsewhere or accounts elsewhere and are clearly having some kind of obsessive episode where we are concerned. We recommend you step back and do something else with your time because this is absolutely not healthy.

[vampziry]

Lol probably a bit of a useless rant but hey I want to talk about my journey it actually help.

Anyway it's been like what 2 months soon I know about the void and I just realized how easy it is to get a victim mindset and switching to a powerful god mindset.

Idk why i was crying, scratching, venting to my God (He was probably tired of my stupidity), screaming and depressing about not having my results but it's been like 1 week almost I never feels that confident in my life. I was always that little girl who was sure she's was not having luck in life but when I tell you I started getting confident in myself and my results.

It's started with my class I was new and honestly my class doesn't suck they are funny and calm, why ? Because I'm confident that I can manifest anything I want so I "Manifested" a funny and calm class and boom I got in a class that actually so suited for me.

Secondo, it's was my confidence. When I tell you I had no confidence months ago it's was pitying I was betting every God's out there were playing tricks on me but no lol just me bullying myself and not listening to them. I'm pretty confident now the only thing is my voice lol I'm sick and my voice sound like a dying hyena but no it doesn't. I just imagine I sound like frickin cute and honestly the illusion is working.

I just think people like me need to change their mindset drastically, I changed mine literally after a crying session about not having results. The morning just after I started affirming and just scripting my results and you know what ? They are here.

I don't care if the 3D is being a bit slow I have my results they are all here, even the one I forgot about every single one is here because I said so and it's not going to change because you and I are the god of our creation of our reality.

Now I just need to stop being lazy and enter the void state properly. I can have my results when I want I just think my 3D is a long dream and my 4D is the actual life. I'll be glad to update you on my journey more anyway have a great day and sorry for the poor English hehe.

Wow love, thank you VERY much for sharing your journey, it reminds me so much of how I started as well. I felt something while reading this, I can see that you decided to embody the best mentality you could and handled everything so well. Congrats!!! <333

I used to have a shitty self-perception and self esteem as well, so I relate to this a lot. I would cry myself to sleep and wonder, looking for a solution or an answer and it wasn’t until I changed my perspective that life started to work out in my favor. I’m so glad that you have your own identity right now and that you’re capable of achieving everything you want. This is truly amazing <333 you’re GOD. Ilysm for this, wish you the best of luck in ur future journey 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[ameagrice]

was reading your answer on yn and travis' relationship vs y/n and percy and yes!! so true!! I think her and travis have a more open connection, where both can express feelings and feel secure. and that's something i guess yn never had with anyone.

yn and percy care a lot about each other, they know that, but perhaps because of her crush, yn never felt confident enough to talk to him bout deeper stuff. also, I think they don't know how to communicate much anymore, since they've known each other before all the demigod shit, and thus both still grasp on things they did three years ago at Yancy. anyways, idk where I wanted to go w this lol, just excited for new chapters and thinking of that moa snippet from like... months ago lmao

I have a hot minute to answer this before I gotta head to work lol, so first off sorry this took two days to reply to, I didn’t log in for two days and saw this and was like OH SHIT

secondly, yes! nobody wants to dump their life on their crush, but their friend? definitely! Percy is y/n’s best friend, but he’s a different friend entirely to Travis. She stayed with Travis at camp while Percy was off saving the world etc, different circumstances emit different relationships.

finally, I completely forgot about the snippet lol. when it comes to fitting it in with the rest of the story it’ll probably change a little but not very much, because reading it back I’m not that happy with it, but it won’t change entirely lol.

[belong2human-kind]

Hi guys! I'm sorry for disappearing a little here and on my rp account @lothal-cat-jedi (I guess it's an Ezra thing to just disappear lol!)

I've been very busy because my college is back now and because of some other personal stuff too. I'm better now, but still... a little depressed. Ocd is very tiring and sometimes it will give me depressed episodes :((

I'm sorry if I forgot or took long to answer you guys, I adore you all! I'll try to stay more active now but I won't promise an everyday everytime appearance because of the routine and also because of the difficulty I have in keeping my focus and actually completing my activities, rather I love them or not🙁

My doctor is searching for more signs to determine if I have adhd since I often don't do anything I want, need or just anything at all just to not move around and "waste energy". I feel tired all the time since ever and my back is always tensioned (I'm the one always asking my boyfriend, best friend, family and anyone for massages because it hurts daily 🥲😭). So sometimes, most of the times, it lacks on my stamina to just pick up my phone and read something that I want to. I've been wanting to play the sims 4 again since september, but sadly I just won't??? Sometimes I'll just sleep all day and forget to eat, drink water and all the other necessary things too. Not too long ago I sleept around 28h 🥲

Anyway, I'm doing good as I can! I hope I can interact more here, I really love role-playing and fangirling about Star Wars Rebels. Ahsoka series is coming soon!!

[yuneu]

Hi love<333

Alright, I have to admit it, Miss Mussolini Wannabe has to be the FUNNIEST way I ever heard someone describe her LMAO u got the point here!!! Anywayyy your sweet sweet words about Italy got me like: 🥺👉👈🫶

OMG this IS true... BUT... there's this singer whose lyrics are in French, but whom I really REALLY love. It's Leo Ferre. Have you ever heard of him? He isn't from France, actually. If I remember correctly. Anyway, he did translate some of his songs into Italian, but it's not the same you know. I liked those lyrics so much, he's so poetic, but sometimes I wish I could speak French to actually get the right shade of how they were intended (you know, to translate is to betray etc etc). Plus, I would be able to understand other songs of him 😭 but nooo my French proficiency got lost somewhere between middle school and mental-facility-highschool LOL

LMAOOOO I suck at athletics, too!!! My dad used to take me to the beach during winter and we used to train together, running on the shore, with the wind blowing against us, which made it more difficult to run, and together with the unsteady texture of the sand it would help build muscle resistance, or whatever my dad told me to convince me to train with him LOL Let's just say I like watching the athletics waaaay better than I like doing it :) Yeah, I do some light hiking too, from time to time. And I feel the same way about gyms LOL

I love refreshing fruits, too!! Summer is my least favorite season but it has my favorite fruit ever LMAO but a winter fruit I love very much is tangerine. OMG I could eat tangerines forever until I become a tangerine myself (I'm pretty sure these are the Mediterranean genes speaking LOL)

UUUUUH I love writing too!!!!!!! I've kept a diary since I was 6, I'm pretty much writing every day. And I LOVE writing essays. I love writing about academic topics that got me obsessed LOL and I definitely definitely feel you when you talk about writing academic-related stuff but with no academic stake... Cuz same over here!!! Also, I'm really REALLY into poetry. I love it soooo much and I write that too!

Ooooh That One Chair, of course I know her!!!! In my apartment, it's That One Basket. A chair wasn't enough 😭 I switched to a basket a few years ago. Every random thing I get out during the day and forget to put back in its place or I got out cuz I know I'll need it later during the day or just any mess I make during my day goes right into my Basket Buddy. At the end of the day I clean it (well, that's the intention at least LOL) and start all over the day after. Truth is, my Basket Buddy needs a Basket Buddy Bestie cuz I'm a huge procrastinator who'd get out things cuz she knows she'll need them, and then would put off the task until it's too late and I actually do have to get it done LOL I should rename my Basket Buddy as my Procrastination Buddy :)

LMAOOO I go to the mall with my besties to just window-shop very very often. It's pretty much a weekend thing we do. We never buy anything at all cuz we're too broke, though. And we don't really like what the stores at the mall sell nowadays :/ but oh do we love window-shop anyway!!!

OMG wow bookbinding!!! I've always wanted to do that too!!! How'd you like it? OMG tell me more about it!!!!!!

I read you got the flu :/ I'm so sorry :( get well soon!!!!!! <3333 sending love, soup, good wishes, herbal tea, and ibuprofen

Questions of the day: what do you like better between books, songs, movies, and paintings? What's a song that sounds like it was written exactly for you every time you listen to it? Are you into art? What's your favorite movement / who's your fav painter? When do you listen to music the most?

Take care!!! Talk to you soon<3333

- Your Deer Santa 🦌🎅☃️

noooo i got sick, told myself “i’ll answer when my brain isn’t mush” and full on forgot to reply until i got on desktop im sorry queen 🥺

of courseeeee i know ferré! the only monégasque in history who isnt terribly annoying about being born over there (like come on. you're just a frenchtalian who doesn't pay taxes lmaoo). i'm not quite so well-versed in his répertoire as i am in some other composers but apple classical always puts him on my recommendations/queue lol

that's so funny, my sister (who knows italian better than me unfortunately lmaoo) always tells me that if i ever don't know what to talk to an italian about i should just talk to them about citrus fruits, especially oranges LMAOO. i don't particularly like oranges but i love orange flavored stuff if that makes sense, so i'm obsessed with the way you will put orange in *anything*

ooh poetry that's so cool!! i had to write some for a class last year and haven't really gotten around to write more since! i should get back to it oof. who are your favorite poets?

i ALWAYS forget where i put certain stuff then i sit for a minute like. it's on The Chair isn't it? and it always is. so i relate even though your chair is actually a basket😭😭 universal problem

for bookbinding, i find it fun!!! the first "book" i made was just a poetry book (for that class) and even though it was a pain to sew it up and it didn't come out as expected i'm still very proud of it cause I! Made! It! and that's all that matters! next step is hardcovers when i FINALLY get some cover wrapping material lmao, that stuff is impossible to find in craft stores :')

questions!!!:

that's so hard!!! i can't pick between music and books:( they're my darlings!! do not separate!

that's such a GOOD question.... probably either pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo or mirrorball by taylor tbh. (ive never been a natural all i do is try try try!!! come on!!)

i do like art (as in paintings haha)!! i used to be so so so into drawing as a child in fact. i still do (charcoal) drawing from life occasionally! i don't really know enough about visual arts to identify a specific movement i like as much as a technique maybe, like i love paintings that use sfumato. it always blows my mind that this can be done with PAINT. i guess that makes my favorite period the renaissance lol, but i'm not well-versed enough to know if that would count as a movement lol, cause i know it's more complex than that in literature

when i listen to music the most... probably in the train! i listen to a lot of music (though this semester has been killing me with a GUN so i havent listened to music as much as i would have liked ugh), so it's really an "all the time" situation but i do always without fail listen to music when im going somewhere, be it by train, in the metro, in a bus or in the car lol

WHAT ABOUT YOU! you seem quite into art!! tell me all about it!!

<333

[messylesb]

boo ;)

GIRL GUESS WHAT

first i got a 24/25 on my quiz yAy

second is uh

Okay so two nights ago I was up until 2 am because I literally could not sleep

And then yesterday when I got home from school (it was like 6:30 pm) and I was like "oh I'll take a nap at 7:30 it won't be that bad"

I WOKE UP THE NEXT DAY 😭

Also I got my period and sobs I would like to not have a uterus

Anyways how are you darling? Any thoughts I should know about? ;) (this is meant to be flirty ish is it working)

-🩰

OMG MY LOVE I ABSOLUTELY FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS 😭😭😭😭 actually that's wrong, i read it, thought about the answer and when thinking back i actually thought i had answered you. I'm so sorry 😭😩

CONGRATS ON YOUR QUIZ!!!!!!!! truly, you're sooo smart, sweetheart!!

also lol not you sleeping hard QODKEKDK you were probably so tired 🥺 I'm glad you got to rest though! i hope period didn't make you feel too bad, unfortunately I'm not there to help with those pains 😞

I'm doing okay! this week was super tiring because of a project on Tuesday but it's FINALLY done, and i slept a lot form yesterday to today, so I'm not as tired as i could be. but I've been feeling bad for not being able to exercise these days, bc of the obligations i end up being too tired and just need to rest. but i hope i can catch on this week.

well, I've been thinking some interesting things... but mostly they involve eating someone out. be it while laying/kneeling down between their legs, or having someone sitting on my face... (it is working, don't be afraid to ask more - and to tell me any of your thoughts too! 😉)

[chatgroove]

Moar Characters 😎

♥️✂️🍎🧠💀

For Luctus, Decim, Tronic, Nezumi, And Umbra If That's Okay (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

-🍫

YEAAAH YOU THE GOAT THIS IS MORE THAN OK!!! <3 Putting it under a read more cause it gonna get lengthy LOL

Luctus:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Probably when he found out he was gonna get a baby brother!!! He loves Spero so much, even if nowadays they don't get to talk as much ;; But he would do anything for him!

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The big fight he had with Alacritas ;; He's too proud to admit how badly it hurt him so he just fcked off to hell and called it a day dfvjdf

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

He really likes hanging out with his dad Culpa when he can, but he's always busy doing stuff. He does however seek him out for guidance on important matters. Him and his mama used to be very close and to a degree they still are, which is why their distance between the two of them hurts them both so much.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I like his over the top fashion (lol) and his little shit personality. Also he's really pretty and I just love that for him lmao

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

He's super afraid of spiders lol and clowns to a degree.

Decim:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When he built his greenhouse! He felt a sense of accomplishment cause he didn't use any magic to help him and he didn't ask anyone for their help. And then even more happiness when it got filled with rare and exotic plants that he grew with love (and lets be real, most of his magic was involved in that part lol)

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Well losing Unus was one of them, but more than that actually was seeing what Novem was doing, disposing of the rogue reapers. He'll never forgot how much despair it seemed to cause Novem to be killing reapers, so he tried to find some alternative and 'cure' for rogueness so his poor brother would never have to do this again. And of course, to save the reapers from being culled.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

It's strained, definitely. He's mad at Mortem for not helping Novem more than he does and he feels estranged from his family in general for being the youngest and the 'weird' one.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

He's a good boy!!! I love how earthy he is and I'm a sucker for plant based OCs hehe.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Not really? None that I can think of anyway, he doesn't get spooked easily lol

Tronic:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

After one particularly bad time in the lab when he was still a rat, his old handler fed him a bunch of sunflower seeds and how he found out he loved them and his handler just patched up his wounds and took care of him ;;

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

When he awoke as a humanobestia and saw his poor handler dying from the radiation poisoning that seemed to take everyone else in the lab.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

He never met his parents sadly ;;

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I luff him, he's cool and tragic and I ADORE RATTIES!!!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Probably something funny like clowns, mostly because I can't imagine he's seen one before. Not as funny, but needles as well sobs

Nezumi:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

I'm...not 100% sure yet I'm still working out the story elements with the zodiac gods dfdfh boring answer I know I'm sorry!

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Same as above 😭

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

I don't know if they have parents actually dfsvhjdfshj It's either they came into existence millennia ago OR they inherited their powers also a long ass time ago. Oh this section is boring I'm so sorry.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

He's a little shit and also like I said, I adore rats!!! <3

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Probably spiders cause it would be funny lol

Umbra:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When he passed his certification exam to be a dialysis tech! He had never worked harder for anything in his life!

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Oh Umbra 😭 Definitely the obvious answer, seeing his mom being dead.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

He never knew his dad, he walked out before he was born. Him and his mom were super, super close. He would have gladly died for her.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I'm biased af he's my favorite LOL Bastard supreme and he's pookie!! LMAO The serious answer is I love how complex and tragic he is but also what a straight bastard he is.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

He'll never ever admit it but he's afraid of heights, has been ever since he was a human. Being on the roof of a small building is OK, but he refuses to do thrill rides or like, the Eiffel Tower.

[like-wuatafauq]

OH SORRY that's totally my bad, I read your reply last night when I was super sleepy so I must've jumbled up the details in my head >:(

But now that I think about it... 22 years wouldn't even make sense romantically speaking IDK what I was thinking 😭

Your dad is absolutely horrible for abandoning you like that though. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so painful. You don't deserve that kind of heartbreak and betrayal from a parent. That's just unforgivable :(((

But woah 8 years of pining romantically is still a really long time...

I feel you on being hopeful about finding real love someday. Don't put too much pressure on yourself about running out of time! 24 is still pretty young in the grand scheme of things. Plenty of time for your soulmate to come along ^^

And in the meantime if you're looking for volunteers... I mean I'd be happy to keep you company :D

Oops! Haha... just kidding... unless...🧍‍♀️

And I totally get not vibing with media that glamorizes something like love triangles or player behavior but Nana has a special place in my heart because it helped me get through some really tough times years ago. It also made me realize I had super heavy comphet back then LOL

Speaking of... you mentioned your English isn't very good. Does that mean you have a different native language? If so, what is it? :O

AND HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BTW!!!

From ♡

It's okay sometimes I answer asks really late too. And yeah I always hear that "you're still so young to find love" except in my mind if I want a family someday I have to build up trust with someone and its already hard for me to believe ppl.

As for ppl keeping me company, honestly I think I'm gonna wait it out, if my soulmate finds me I want her to know I waited for her. If she wants her spot warm then I'll be the only one sitting there.

And then she can sit on top of me when she gets here

Lmaoooo I'm so sorry about that,

But as for the Nana I'm glad that helped you :) fr fr ,don't get me wrong I love the art and a lot of the cute pictures of them together but when I find out more about it I get dizzy. (I genuinely get physical sickness when things involve player stuff)

And I mean I'm fluent in English it's not some drastic thing cuz I type/speak often in English but it's just I look up a lot of words meaning almost every single day. And if someone speaks quickly I might not fully catch it. I often don't understand phrases or words someone tells me. ive tried googling the phrases but google doesnt understand what im asking 🥲 in my mind I have English words cluttered in groups so a lot of the times I misused them when I speak or write. I feel so so so so bad when I do that.

For example one time I wanted to tell someone "I don't want you to think I'm codependent" because i was trying to express how i would like to have them around all the time but if you want space id like them to enjoy it(jfc even now i cant word it properly), anyway the point is I forgot the word codependent so I typed "I don't want you or need you"......yeah it was bad bro.

When me and my bestie were roommates I would say stuff and he thought I was mad but it's just my tone I say it and the words I use. I fuck up sooooo bad I'm constantly apologizing to ppl. So im fluent its just wonky but My native language is Spanish tho :)

Happy pride month to you too!!!

Do you have any pride month plans??

[lecl3rq]

ONLY EXCEPTION.

I have no idea what song u should listen to, so just read it and decide it urself ig??? idk

pairings : mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

summary : peter is the only exception.

warnings : shitty home life.

a/n : this fic is kinda based on me just not the meeting peter and avengers and the ages lols!! and tony being the readers father figure >>> also pls if this kinda hints at the reader having daddy issues im so sorry 😭😭 and theres also not a lot of dialogue cause i work better that way.

You didn't have a very good illustration of love, your parents got divorced when you were about 7 years old, before that, they fought for about 3 years of your life. You didn't remember clearly what it was about, all you remembered was, your dad cheating on her, your mom seeing other guys behind his back, and all that.

Then, when they got divorced, you stayed with your mom, only seeing your dad once every two weeks, she found a new guy, she loved him, he loved her, at least before they got married, they fought almost every night, ignored each other, they can't have one single conversation without it turning into fights.

So, since then, you hated- no despised the idea of love, but at the same time, you craved love, you needed it. You went to every guy that could give you attention and validation or just love, but when they wanted something more serious, you ran. You couldn't handle it, not after seeing what your parents went through.

Then, you met the avengers, tony to be specific, you met him when you were 14 years old, he became like a father to you, he gave you food, drinks, pocket money, protection, love, not that kind, the love a father is supposed to give you.

You met peter through him, he told you that he was going to recruit someone your age and maybe you could get along well with him, and you did, you guys were best friends, inseparable, you two were a package deal, then you caught feelings for him, because he gave you attention, that was directed to you and only you, and he also gave you validation, and you liked that, and well him.

Then a couple months later he asked you out, you were skeptical because you didn't want to get hurt, so you contemplated on saying no, but he treated you right, he listened to you, he was there for you, he was your shoulder to cry on, he was everything you ever wanted but you were scared. You said yes anyways.

So now, you guys have been dating for over a year, and you've been the happiest you've ever been.

"Hey, parker" you greeted as you walked into his room in the avengers compound, "Hey, sunshine" he greets back, turning around his chair to look at you, smiling. "What're you doing" you asked, a sigh leaving your lips as you set yourself down on his oh so comfortable bed, "I was studying for a math test i have tomorrow, you should too, you know" He answered, "We have different schedules, babe, i already did my test like 2 days ago" you chuckled, "Oh yeahh, i forgot" he said.

He stood up from his chair, and walked over to you, "Scooch, make some space for me" He said, since you were laying down in the middle of the bed, hands and legs spread out, you whined, but still moving. Peter lays down as you layed your head down on his bicep, his hands making their way to your hair and playing with them.

You sighed, you did not think that you would be in this position right now, in the arms of your dream boy, being in a relationship, you genuin-

"Hey, sunshine?" He asked cutting off the train of thoughts you had in your mind, his eyes looking at you, "Yeah?" You said in a questioning tone, eyebrows furrowed together, looking at him, "I love you" He confessed, his lips moving to make a nervous smile.

You gulped, you wanted to run, you wanted to bury yourself 6 feet underground, you wanted to just leave and start a whole new life, but you knew you couldn't, you had to confront it this time, so you sat up, and looked at him, opening your mouth to say something but no words come out.

Peter felt like he made a mistake saying it, not that his feelings are a mistake, like obviously he has a right to say them but naybe not now, cause right now he felt scared that you didn't feel the same way as him, but then again you guys have been in a relationship for a year now, but what if you were planning on breaking up with him or somet-

"Peter" you said his name, uncertainty lacing your voice, biting the inside of your cheeks, "yeah?" he said, "I- um I love you too" You smiled at him, he felt all the nervousness and worries leave his body the moment you said those 3 words, smiling back at you, he sat up, hands cupping your cheeks, "Can i kiss you?" He asked for permission, god, what did you do to deserve him, you nodded, and so he leaned in, capturing your lips, eyes closing.

You guys pulled away, foreheads resting against each others, maybe you hated love but peter, he was the only exception.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 53

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

I do not own any pictures, name, brand, song titles or anything that I used in this story.

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A/n: Hello lovely people! I'm glad that I got this chapter done. I'm sorry if this chapter a little choppy. I have been sick, and I was in pain. Two days ago, the doctor told me I got shingles (adult version of chicken pox but worse and so painful). I have been in pain in the last few days, and the medicine give so many side effect such as weakness and more body ache and but the steroid also keeps my head spin and going that's why I could finish this chapter even I was in pain. lol. I hope you like this chapter. I didn't proof read this because I can't concentrate to check anything. So thank you for your understanding if there is any error or anything confusing in this chapter. Anyway, happy reading!

Today, you and Lizzie have to fly back to New York so she can continue the filming and back to work.

“Love, uh I talked to Jane about your car. Aubrey already dropped your car key at the office because she was in the area. Jane will ask someone, probably Aaron, to take your car to my place, so he won’t know where you live. Don’t worry, he doesn’t know it’s your car either. Is that okay? He is also going to take us to the airport.” You tell her from the dining room, sitting there with your laptop after you end your phone call with Jane.

Lizzie softly groans in annoyance. “Why does it have to be Aaron?” She complains as she sits on your lap. “The choices were either Aaron or Alice. Jane told me that she volunteered to bring the car here once she heard about it. But the last time I remember, you really disliked Alice. So, Aaron it is.” You tease. She grunts in more annoyance. “NO. BIG NO on Alice. It was so obvious that she wants you so bad, even after I told her we are together, she still tried to call you. Remember? Imagine if she knows where you live.” her annoyance flared. “But I don’t like Aaron either.” She added in a whiny tone.

You laugh, thinking what might be the reason why she doesn’t like the silver hair Russian friend of yours. “Why? We can trust him. He has been to Aubrey's and brought some documents for you. Remember?” You stroke her thigh gently.

“Well, it’s not about that. I don’t like it because he likes you more than friends.” A calm yet jealous tone evident in her voice.

“Aaaw, is my little stalker jealous? But he knows I don’t like him like that, sweetheart. I keep reminding him that he is just a good friend to me. Also, I’m yours. So, don’t worry.” You try your best to give her the assurance she needs.

“See, that’s the problem. You said you keep reminding him that you like him as a friend, that says that he has been trying multiple times and has not given up. It means he will keep trying until he knows you are with me.” She tries to disguise her irritation with the whole situation with a calm tone but she didn’t really do a good job at it.

"Well, Liz, I guess I WILL have to keep reminding him that he is just a friend because you want to keep us a secret and I can’t tell him that I’m with you. It means he will keep trying. I would love to tell him that I’m with someone but then he will ask who, or wants to see the girl I’m with then it will be harder for me to answer it, I don’t like to lie. It’s like a domino effect. So I would rather just keep reminding him until you are ready to let the world know that we are together. ” You answer her gently, pointing out the fact that you think she forgot about it.

You were right, what you just said shook her. It makes her realize that she starts to get tangled with the dilemma of the situation she created. The dilemma is that she wants the world to know that both of you belong to each other so no one will try to take you away from her and the fear or worry about what people think about her relationship with a woman.

It really gets her thinking and catches her tongue, and doesn't know what to say. Seeing you being so patient and understanding about it makes her think that it’s not fair for you yet she thinks she needs to take this slowly and cautiously as this is her very first time to be in this kind of situation. “Are you okay, my love?” Your forehead puckered in concern. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. I’ll let you back to work, sweetie” She forces a smile so you won’t be worried about her and kisses your cheek, then she walks to the couch to sit down and watch T.V to distract her mind.

While you are waiting for Aaron to come, Lizzie just realizes that she forgot to bring her coat. “Babe? Can I borrow one of your coats? I forgot to bring mine.” She asks.

“Yeah, of course. It’s in the closet in my room. You can grab any coat you want. You want me to go with you or you can get it yourself?” You answer while you are doing work stuff on your laptop.

“No, It’s okay. You continue on your work, I can get it myself. Thank you.” She smiles and you return with another smile. “Okay, cool. Let me know if you need anything else. She walks upstairs and goes to your closet in your room. She checks out your clothes collections and the color palettes of your wardrobe. She always adores your style and how you mix and match what you wear with the color as well. After picking out the coat she needs, she is about to walk out of the closet, something catches her eyes and she grabs it then goes downstairs with it. As soon as she gets downstairs, she quickly puts it in her suitcase. She puts the coat on her ready suitcase.

“You got what you need, Liz?” You ask without letting your eyes off the laptop screen. “Uh huh. I borrowed your black coat. I love it. It smells like you.” She smiles as she points at the coat and you take a quick look. “Oh yeah, that one will look good on you. You can have it if you like it.” You smile.

“I’ll keep it until your smell is gone, and I will return it to you then I will borrow your other clothes, any clothes so I can keep smells you around me.” She giggles, knowing her plan sounds ridiculous. You laugh. “Sure, no problem. You are so cute.” You shook your head and kept a smile for her.

All of a sudden you heard a knock on the front door. “Oh shit, I keep forgetting to fix the doorbell. That must be Aaron. I’ll get the door.” You quickly got up from your chair to answer the door. Lizzie notices a little hint of excitement from you to answer the door, but she tries to shrug it off, she knows you are just being yourself, being nice and sweet to everyone. She hears Aaron’s voice greets you with excitement, makes the blonde curious and walk to the kitchen, pretends to get something from the fridge just so she can see the view from the kitchen to the living room.

“Y/n! Oh my god. Good to see you again.” She sees the tall guy give you a hug then hands you Lizzie’s car key. “How are you?” He asks with both of his hands on his hips, his eyes lit up looking at you. “I’m good. You?” You ask back. “I’m good. Thanks. Where are the suitcases? We have to leave soon.” His smile looks genuinely happy to see you and Lizzie can see that. You lead him to the other living room where the suitcases are. “I have been trying to call you or text you since you left the office party, I didn’t get any answer, I started to get worried but I’m glad you are okay.” He tells you. It burns her ears so badly.

Lizzie tries to ignore Aaron’s body language that clearly shows he is really interested in you.She tries not to say something but she can’t help it. “That’s because she was busy with me, Aaron.”

“Oh, Hi Ms. Olsen. Oh yeah that’s what I thought. I assumed y/n must be busy with work. Good to see you again.” Aaron replies to her being oblivious with what she actually means. “Yes, she is. She is very busy with me doing work.” She answers but Aaron still doesn’t notice. You did. You notice what she is doing and you furrow your eyebrows as if you are trying to give her “what the hell are you doing?” look. The view of her shrugging her shoulders as she walks away is the only answer you get from her.

You are all set, all the suitcases are in the trunk, Lizzie is waiting in the backseat, you decide to sit with her in the backseat with a little distance from her on her left, try to act like both of you are just the boss and her personal assistant.

On the way to the airport, Aaron talks to you and of course being the nice person and good friend you are, you reply to him and talk to him. She is calming down, thinking she was maybe a little overreacted and she should have not let it wake up her jealousy until she hears that Aaron subtly asks you to go out with him again.

“If you know when you are coming back here, let me know y/n. Maybe I can take you to see my family, we can have dinner or something with a home cooked Russian meal. You would love my mom’s cooking.” Aaron invites you innocently and casually in front of you.

Lizzie lays her left hand to your thigh and you know what it means. You know that the conversation bothers her. You pat her hand gently to let her know it’s okay. To remind her that he is just a friend and you are hers. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” You mouthed the sentence to her as you gently shook your head.

“Sounds like a good idea but I don’t know when I will be back so yeah, I don’t think it might happen soon, Aaron. Sorry.” You subtly refused it.

“Oh yeah, no worries. Like I said, just whenever you are back here, let me know and we can arrange the time. If you want.” Aaron added nonchalantly.

You feel Lizzie squeeze your hand, letting out her jealousy to your hand. You look at her again to find her sitting closer to you as she entwines her hand with yours. You notice she looks at Aaron and starts to say something. “Aaron, if I got it right, you want to introduce y/n to your family? As a friend? Or as the girl you really like?" She asks in a flat tone.

Aaron laughs timidly. "Ah well, I'm not going to lie, I have liked her since her first day of work. Y/n knows it too. I told my family that y/n is the girl I like from work. So yeah, uh--" Aaron starts to get embarrassed like a kid in front of his school crush.

"Well, I'm sorry Aaron. That's not happening." She answers. You quickly turn your head in surprise. Aaron also quickly looks at her through the rear mirror and asks with a disbelieving tone. "I'm sorry, Ms. Olsen , but why is that?"

"Because y/n is with me. We are together. So that's why." She kisses your cheeks as she holds your hand tighter and pulls it to her.

“Oh. So the rumors are right? Oh. I’m sorry Ms. Olsen. I didn’t know.” Aaron quickly apologized “It’s okay.” She answers. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word about it. I totally understand how it works.” He assures both of you even though he is disappointed to hear the news about you.

“Thank you Aaron.” Lizzie thanks him nicely. “No problem.” Aaron answers.

You arrived at the airport. Aaron helps you take out your suitcases. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m so embarrassed.” Aaron asks in a whisper casually.

“I’m sorry Aaron. It just happened and she wants to keep us a secret for a little bit.” You answer in the same whispering voice as his. “I totally get it. Don’t worry. It sucks to hear that actually but it's good news at the same time. You both are lucky to have each other. I’ll be waiting if things don’t work out.” He pats your upper arms, smiles wisely and ends it with a joke. Both of you laugh.

After Aaron leaves, you take care of the flight check in and everything. You both are walking to the gate together without holding hands. “Babe, I want to get some coffee.” She turns her way to the coffee shop. You take her with her carry on bag and you walk behind her.

You were surprised when you heard her order your detailed specific coffee order correctly, she even didn’t forget to ask for it in the Venti cup and she ordered two of them, one for you and one for her. “Aaaww, you really are my little stalker, you remembered my coffee order correctly. None of the people I know can remember it easily.” You whisper to her, teasing her. She rolls her eyes playfully. “Yes, only me can remember it. Because that’s how much I care and love you. More than anybody else.” She says it in a whisper.

“We forgot Emma. She remembers my specific coffee.” You just can’t help yourself keeping the bad joke in you. You thought it’s the right joke at the right time. Her hands instantly hit your arm playfully but as she answered you. “She is a barista. So she doesn’t count.”

You laugh. “Okay, okay. So it’s only you who can remember my specific coffee?” She then turns her head to you with a smile. “Of course.” You laugh again.

As you are waiting near the gate for boarding time, you keep your distance when you sit even though there’s not many people there right now but she calls you and signals you to sit next to her. You smile. Your mind keeps running and can’t stop thinking about her reactions to Aaron. Calmly but surely claim your as hers in front of him, you actually found it sexy. And now she asks you to sit next to her in public with her hands subtly touching your thigh and her arms touch yours.

You start to think maybe she slowly changes her mind, maybe she starts to want to be open and let the world know about both of you. Does it mean she admits that both of you are dating? Can you call her your girlfriend and will she tell the media that you are her girlfriend? You don’t want to put your hopes up but you can’t really stop thinking about it either.

“Liz, why did you do what you did in the car? And told Aaron about us?” You ask her. She turns and looks at you. “Wasn’t it obvious? Aaron tries to bring you to his family? That can’t happen. So I have to let him know that we are together so he will leave you alone.” She answers as she looks away from you because she gets a little embarrassed on how possessive she is

“But aren’t you scared that he will tell somebody or the media then it will be all over the internet and people will find out about us?” You ask.

Your question definitely turns her stomach into a knot. She doesn’t answer it right away but slowly she starts to answer. “I-- Well, yes, it’s not fun if the media knows but you are worth it.” Her jade green eyes look into you as she answers you and it melts your heart.

“Does it mean I can hold your hand when we arrive at New York and when we get to the set?” You push your luck with your question. Hesitation grows slowly in her but she wants to be fair for you, she loves you. So she forces herself to try, to give you what you want if it can make you happy. “I--I guess it won’t hurt to try slowly. It’s a baby step.”

“Thank you, darling.” You smile. Hope fluttered inside her and joy blossomed within you. Your spirit soared and excited.

Both of you board the plane, you find your seat. Lizzie holds your hand and lays her head on your shoulders.

The five and half hours flight felt short. You have arrived at New York airport. “Liz, wake up. We are here.” You whisper try to wake her up and she wakes up. You got off the plane and got all the suitcases. One airport security staff member helps you push the luggage cart. From afar you can see a big group of paparazzis already waiting. “Jesus, how did they find out so quickly that you are flying in today?” You commented and your protective instinct started to kick in. You grab Lizzie’s hand and start to walk. “That’s how fast they are, especially after the leaked pictures of us. Welcome to my life, babe.” She walks with you with her hand holding yours. You are nervous knowing that as soon you walk pass the paparazis with you and lizzie holding hands, the word will spread real quick. The closer you both walk, the more nervous she gets. Her heart drummed. Worry snaked through her and anxiety started to swirl around her. She tries to calm herself down, and tries to tell herself that she doesn’t care what people think about her relationship with you.

Other side of her start to whisper there is still a chance to stop this so paparazis won’t see all this. This other side of hers telling her she is not ready. Telling her it’s too soon. Gives her a panic feeling of what she is going to say or tell people in response to their comment. Sadly, she is defeated by her anxiety. She halts her steps all of a sudden that surprises you and what surprises you even more when you look at her, she pulls her hand away from your grip.

Disappointment sagged through you. “What’s wrong, Liz?” Inside, you hope it’s not what you are thinking that she changes her mind.

“I--I can’t y/n. I love you but it’s too soon to let them know. I’m sorry. I’m not ready. You can walk there first in front of me. Like you used to do. I’m sorry.” She explains with a whirlpool of emotions she is having.

"You meant, like I used to do as your personal assistant? You hold your tone not to be obvious that you are disappointed and sad. You are trying to be the wise one. "Sweetie, that's not--that's not what I meant---" She tries to explain but you cut her off as if you are ignoring her.

"No. I get it. We gotta go now, Liz. Or should I call you, Ms. Olsen too?" You can't keep the snarky comment, and it accidentally slipped out. "No. Don't call me that again. Come on, y/n. You know what I meant." She argues back.

"Okay, okay. Let's go." You start to walk and she follows you. You are passing a group of paparazzis and fans who have been waiting for her. Bright flashes of the camera keep flashing like mini fireworks right in front of your face. You here a non-stop camera shutter taking pictures of her and possibly with you in it. You hear people calling her name, you don't know the difference if the fans are calling her or the paparazzis.

Lizzie stops here and there to give autographs or selfies with fans, you stop as well waiting for her. Some paparazis starts to call your name. "Y/n? Aren't you her assistant? Or are you her girlfriend now?" You didn't expect they would ask you that. You didn't answer anything. Not a single word comes out of you.

"Lizzie! Are you and y/n are dating now?" One voice asked. "Come on, Ms. Olsen, give your fans your answer. They really need to know." Another voice demands an answer as she slowly try to walk past through the crowd following you. "I'm not answering that. Excuse me." She tries to answer nicely, as a fan stop her ask for a selfie and she grants it.

"Lizzie, you and y/n look cute together!" You heard the fan tell her that.

"Not answering means yes, both of you are dating, Lizzie. Say it, Lizzie. Tell us." You heard one man rudely saying the comment. You can see her start to feel overwhelmed.

"No. We are not dating. She is my assistant." She finally breaks her silence. You heard her and it really hits you. It hurts, it stings your heart. It upsets you but you try to understand.

"Okay, that's it. I'm leaving. Let me pass. I'm not signing or taking selfies anymore. Excuse me." She puts her foot down and try to push through and ignore everybody. She just wants to go to you. Her anxiety wraps her now, start to suffocate her. She is looking for you, she sees you looking at you with your sad and disappointed eyes then you look away try to lead you to go straight. She knows she just hurt you. She knows you heard her. Deep down she hopes you understand that she had to say that just to stop the crazy paparazi cornering her with their questions.

Once she said she is done, that didn't stop them to get more answer and pictures. In fact they start to surround her, separating her from you and you notice that. The security tries to break them to give her some room. You notice and you went back to find her. You heard her voice calling you.

"Y/n? Y/n?" She calls you in panic. "Come on guys give her space. Everybody move back please." The security tries to tell them and push them away.

You walk through and you grab her hand. "Come on, Liz. Let's go." You pull her gently and try to lead her out.

"The girlfriend saved her." The same heavy voice that you heard saying rude comment. You notice which paparazi is. You looked at him. You almost blow up your anger, seeing how all of them effect her.

"You want to say something, y/n? That you both are dating?" The man tries to push your button once more but you remember Lizzie, you don't want to make it harder for her.

You both finally got into the car. You are all quiet. After a solid few minutes of silence, she finally says something. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. All of a sudden I panicked. I thought I was ready but I wasn’t. I didn’t mean to tell you to act like you are my assistant. Sweetie, please understand.” She pleads.

“It’s okay, Liz. I understand.” That’s all you say to answer her. “I tried. I know it’s important to you. You want people to know. So do I. I tried.” She added.

“It would be easier and less hurt or disappointing though if you didn’t put my hopes up earlier. You don’t have to force it and agree with me if you are not ready. I’m just saying and your answer to the paparazzi---” You are interrupted by your own sarcastic scoff. Your throat tightened. You try to shrug everything off but it’s still hard for you to do so. You need to calm yourself down. You stay quite the whole ride.

“Y/n, you know I didn’t mean that. I said it because I just want them to shut up. It was so overwhelming. I love you. I’m sorry.” Lizzie tries once more to explain.

“It’s okay, Liz. I understand.” You answer gently even though inside you want to burst out your feelings but you try not to. You try your best to understand her situation but from how you answer her, she knows it bothers you so much and you are upset now. Silence continue to roam in the car on the whole ride.

Ch. 54

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