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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years ago

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‘Gentle’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a very very very long ass fic as my Christmas present to you all, i got very carried away. a very enemies to lovers, angsty, smutty, jealous Stephen fic for u cause i too am a slut for it. ENJOY U WHORES x

The tension was white hot with hatred, it was as if you were both being treated like naughty children that didn't know how to get along. What made it all the more hilarious was the fact that it was true. You hated Stephen Strange. Stephen Strange hated you. It was an undeniable fact, your hatred for him went far and wide into the endless horizon, deeper than the pit of a black hole, the feeling of deplorablity so strong whenever he opened his mouth it was about to consume you whole.

Stephen's feelings towards you was just as negative. Although he found it slightly cute the way you would get into a hissy fit just because of him, the thing is he had no problem admitting that you were hot, just extremely annoying and way too assertive. Finding a need to point out every single problem without putting in the effort to fix it, you were a control freak; it was enough to fuck with anyone's head, let alone one of the most powerful magic weilders of all time.

Tony had to put an end to this when a brawl broke out between you two. You punched him in the face and left him with a bloody nose.

Tony had to do something about it: designated sessions for you both in an attempt to diagnose the problem between that made you feel this way. Though it wasn't be being supervised another fight could break out but no one was willing to listen to you both bitch and moan for an hour every week.

It was like couples therapy without the couple or the therapist. Lucky you, this will surely solve all of these engorged problems!

You were both metaphorically being grabbed by the ear and sat down in by Tony, leaving you alone in locked room with Stephen Strange. The man who has cockiness in his blood and is ego incarnate, the man who was blinded by his own self interest. It was taking you all of your night not to give him another bloody nose/

‘’You guys are going to be locked in this room for an hour every week, okay? Sort your shit out or so help me God I'll kick you both out.’’ Tony yelled, you hadn't seen him this fed up in a while. Slamming the door shut, you were left alone with him

Stephen was sat infront of you, bloody and bruised with an unwelcoming scowl indented on his face. The table was the only thing between you. Therapy sessions were not going to fix any of this. It was all far too shattered to even be considered.

Bitter silence encompassed the room but you didn't want to break it first, he didn't deserve your words.

‘’Okay, I'll go first since you've seemingly forgot how to talk, which I thought was entirely impossible. You're fucking insane.’’ Stephen smiled at you sarcastically, voiced laced in venom as his eyes bore into yours.

‘’Maybe you're just unbareable and I wanted to put myself out of my own misery.’’ You crossed your arms in defense.

‘’Okay, okay listen...Do you seriously want to get kicked off the team? Or are we still going to keep doing this? It's all in your hands at this point because I'm done with all of it, I don't care if it's real or not. I don't want to be sitting here and doing this right now.’’ Stephen was actually being sincere for once, finally letting his anger get the best of him. He was so frustrated with all of it. Tired of this little dance he has to endure with you.

You let the words hang in the air for a while, stunned with how he's reacting to all of it; most of the time he's a sarcastic smart ass, this was the most emotional you've ever seen him.

‘’Okay fine. Let's do this your way. Let's get all of these feelings off our chests, okay? I'll go first this time.’’ You leaned forward on the table, defensive and snarky as always but willing to actually get to the root of your hatred for him.

‘’You're an asshole.’’ You stated simply.

‘’Boo fucking hoo. Everyone experiences that from me, you're not special.’’

‘’Nobody should have to experience it at all, Stephen!’’ You yelled exasperated.

‘’You know what I think? You have an injustice complex. Everyone needs to be treated fairly and all that shit. Sweetheart, the world doesn't work that way and you know it so I don't know why you're trying to reinforce it.’’ He snarled, looking you right in the eye to see if his words cut enough to make you flinch.

‘’Call me sweetheart again and I'll burn you in your bed.’’

‘’Sweetheart, you'll never get anywhere near my bed.’’

Your fists clenched, taking all of your might not to punch him in the teeth.

———

Another week passed and you weren't getting anywhere near to resolving this prolonged feud. You were both dragged to the locked box again. Natasha literally had to find you thanks to you hiding away as a means to not go.

Stephen was actually willing to end this cruelty by trying to get you to open up to get this over with quicker so it'll be easy to convice the rest that you can get along.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the paint becoming thicker and thicker with every second you were both breathing the same air. Hogging the oxygen in the process with the snarky, sarcastic sighs and the groans into palms.

Winced faces met once more in another hour of unrelenting torture: being alone together.

‘’Let's try this again shall we?’’ You smiled fakely.

‘’I think you're scared.’’

‘’Who the fuck do you think you are trying to psychoanalyse me?’’

‘’I'm a fucking doctor, of course I'm going to psychoanalyse you. You don't strike me as stupid, so stop trying your best to fall into that category.’’ He retaliated.

‘’Go ahead then, doctor. Floor me.’’ You squinted your eyes at him, hoping to throw him off.

‘’ You're scared of not having control.’’

‘’I'm not.’’ You were certain that he was pulling this out of his ass...well, you tried your best to convince yourself he was on the outside. But to your dismay and frustration, he was right. It was your biggest insecurity and you hated that he could see right through it. You just wished that you were laid back and could go with the flow like other people, but it felt like a mystery to you in terms of achieving it.

‘’Yes you are.’’ Stephen was sure of it, anyone with a brainstem could see it.

‘’What's it to you?’’

‘’It makes you difficult to work with to say the least. I mean I'm not the poster boy or advocate for being a team player but it's like you're scared of working with anyone else, even a person with the same skill set as you.’’

Your glare softened a little at his deduction.

‘’Condescending.’’ You muttered.

‘’Just smart.’’ He said deadpan.

‘’See that's another issue I have with you. You think you know everything. How am I supposed to work with someone who doesn't value my opinion or my ideas or my plans? You can't reprimand me for being scared to work with other people when you phsyically can't.’m

‘’But we have to learn to deal with it. I have. Now it's your turn.’’ Stephen was stern but you knew he wasn't wrong, it made you uncross your arms and breathe out slowly. Your gaze was still hard, eyebrows creased to form that angry little 'v' between your brows.

You used the fleeting time to look at him in this manufacture, squinting your eyes slightly Stephen looked stoic as always but you could tell he was wilting a little on the inside, exhausted with the way that it turned out this way. His hair was a mess probably due to his incessant need to run his fingers through it. In this light his blue eyes seemed even more cereulean, the blue turning into azure and then shifting to emerald green. It was as if autumn and summer was swirling in his eyes. It was a myraid of different shades, a smattering of colours you wouldn't be able to see if you didn't get this close to him; no one ever really got close to him. They were almost ...hypnotic. Almost like you could get lost in them.

You shook yourself out of your daze. Stephen noticed the way your body was less tense, as if you were finally opening yourself up and actually allowing him to see through the snarky remarks and eye rolls. In the dim light of the room, you really were beautiful when your face wasn't full of distain. He cocked his head slighty at the change of atmopshere between you both, for once you weren't letting yourself fight against it. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was just...silence.

‘’You going to the party tomorrow?’’ You blurted cracking through the silence, unsure as to why you were even asking him but your tongue was quicker than your brain.

‘’Have to. Are you?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You said softly. He hasn't heard your voice be as soft as that, light and whistful- as if you were contemplating something. Something he couldn't trace his finger on.

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Stephen groaned going into the humdrum of people he was indefinitely smarter than, but he just had to grin and bear it. He was sure it was a test to see if you and him had actually made some progress with the self inflicted 'sessions.' It was crowded, lights softly blaring into the massive space the compound provided but his eyes immediately caught attention to you.

Like a beacon. A moth to a flame. He didn't like how immediate it was, the reaction he was having wasn't something familiar. He normally associated you with hatred and sometimes beauty but here...you looked incredible....

But you weren't alone.

Stephen squinted his eyes intently as he found you being chat up by Steve Rogers of all people. Captain fucking America. You were at the bar with him, laughing non chalantly at something he said, baring a million dollar smile in the process. He hasn't seen you this relaxed...ever. Steve was close to you, close in a way that irked him. Stephen attempted to immerse himself in conversations but his gaze always harboured to you and Steve. He frowned slightly when he put a hand around your waist and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek before ultimately leaving you at the bar to entertain everyone else.

Stephen stared at you, your dress was short, hair still retaining its wild nature even though it was obvious you tried to do it up, makeup done naturally, legs on display with impossibly high heels. He didn't like the way he was eyeing you up like a mannequin, he thought he was done for when you caught his gawk.

Stephen staring at you was extremely unnatural, something fairly out of character. You knew Tony was watching you like a hawk so you made this most of this opportunity to convince him that you didn't need any more of these sessions, that you guys were neutral.

Stephen's heart was experiencing tiny palpatations when you swayed over to him and grabbing him by the arm and taking him back to the bar. Your heels were clacking with every step you took. He struggled against you, quietly whispering obscenties at you.

‘’Calm. Down.’’ You snarled as you held onto your drink.

‘’I am calm.’’ He grunted unkindly as he stared into your eyes. Stephen wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at the fact that Steve was touching you or the fact that you were dragging him along like a child.

‘’Tony is watching, so if you want this shit to end then...Get. Along. Okay?’’You gritted between clenched teeth, your smile transparent. Your body was hot with hate and...frustration, but not the normal type of frustration.

You took a quick glance at Stephen. You knew he was looking at you for as long as he's even been here, you weren't sure if it was out of bitter distaste or an even harsher hatred than before. Stephen in a suit was something that you don't see every day, but if he wore it everyday it might be a different story between the both of you. It was haywiring your mind, the way he looked both rugged and classy at the same time was really appealing to you. You tried to shake the thought out of your head, but that little seed was planted in your mind and you were unsure it it was going to go away anytime soon.

‘’Order a drink.’’ You demanded impatiently.

‘’Tell me what to do again and you're dead.’’ Stephen threatened and it was all too serious but for some strange reason the tone in which he said it was slightly attractive. It made a unnerving shiver course down your spine.

You death stared him and it now just made you realise how close you were to him. His glare met yours and you weren't sure what was coursing through the atmosphere, the hate was palpable but there was something else... something you were too scared to identify. You knew the fact that you and Stephen weren't beating each other up was a positive sign that these little sessions were working, Tony would be happy about it. Pelting each other with threats and insults was a healthier alternative.

Stephen ordered his drink and began reluctantly sipping. You clinked your glass against his and raised an eyebrow, his company wasn't too unpleasant and although it was under duress it wasn't the worst.

You still hated him though. He still hated you. So what was going on here? Before Stephen could even think it, you were being dragged away from him.

‘’I hope this was enough to convince Tony. Steve wants me with him right now for some reason.’’ You took the last swig of your drink before ultimately letting out a low chuckle. ‘’One more second with you and I swear I would have killed myself.’’ You blinked up at him, a small smile playing at your lips.

You really couldn't deny that he was attractive, it was objective. It wasn't your own personal opinion. It was just a fact.

Stephen didn't like you being near Steve and now you were going back to him.

He probably thinks he has a chance to fuck you.

Why was he even thinking of such a thing? It was none of his business. Hell, he didn't even like you as a person.

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You were both in the room again.

It felt different.

Neither of you were talking. Both of your minds were heavy.

The silence was dense and thick, you were both mirroring each others actions the way your arms were crossed.

‘’Enjoy the party?’’ You tried your hand at small talk, his face was stern and gruff as usual but something felt off...and you knew exactly what it was.

‘’No. You?’’ He replied almost immediately.

‘’Never really cared much about parties.’m You subconsciously teased, unsure as to what outcome you would get out of him.

Stephen now knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't think it was possible but it's what he wanted. He really couldn't deny it for any longer. Stephen thought of alternative ways to channel his hatred for you: fucking you. Hard. Until you were crying, it was more than you deserved after all the shit you put him through. You were as irresistable as you were a hard ass. The small smirk on your face was making him clench his hands slightly, you were a tease and you knew you were. Maybe all of this hatred turning into nasty, disrespectful hate sex was inevitable. Stephen was sure he was losing his mind, he wasn't thinking clearly...but the answers to all of his problems were clear as day.

The silence creeped into the atmosphere once more.

‘’You fuck him?’’ Stephen said very curtly, his voice husky, as if he was asking a completely casual question. You were sure you were about to choke on your own surprise and breath. You knew he was talking about Steve, you brightened at the fact he was jealous, slightly aroused at his incredibly direct nature.

‘’Yeah. I liked it. Very…gentle.’’ You smiled, a little bit of your teeth peeking out as you did so. He knew you were being honest about it and he didn't like that, Stephen didn't know he could harbour so much hate for a woman yet get angry at the fact other people wanted her. It was an uncontrollable paradox.

‘’Good for you.’’ Stephen said lowly, it was hard to differentiate if he said it in a tone that was mad, annoyed, sarcastic or anything else. It was just blank.

‘’Tony probably didn't believe our stunt, that's why we're still here.’’ You crossed your legs trying to stifle your arousal.

‘’Don't think it was as bad to when we first started. Is it?’’ Stephen asked with a heavy voice. Why was it was so hot? The way he talked was... doing things to you. The sexual tension couldn't even be cut with a chainsaw.

It was as if prolonged silences were always following you both whenever you were near each other now. It was such a drastic change to when all you would do was scream at each other. Now it was just searching for the right words to speak, but your tongue was forgetting what language to speak in due to the way he was looking at you. Stephen's eyes were the definition of intense heady sex.

You needed to stop thinking about the man you hated in such a way, but how could you stop when he was looking at you like that?

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ You said without thinking.

‘’Anything.’’

‘’Fuck me?’’

Stephen thought he was dreaming, the way something so crude rolled off of your tongue so sweetly was making his mouth water. He was able to keep his stern exterior even though his mind was short circuiting, there was something so inherently wrong with him, with you both. Twisting hatred into heated sexual desire. He wanted it so bad though. So bad it was good. Your face told him you weren't bluffing, the way your thighs were clamping together under the table only reinforced the fact.

He let out a scoff, leaning back in his chair before ultimately getting up and prowling his way to you. It was as if time was being warped, it was so slow but he was finally standing infront of you. You were still sitting down in your seat and from this light he looked more intimating than ever.

Stephen's fingers traced the outlines of your face softly, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the skin; his thumb brushed over your full lower lip.

His gaze eased when your breath caught in your throat.

‘’Rough?’’ He muttered. brows slightly creasing. You nodded, eyes gleaming and bright. ‘’You finally not in control?’’ You nodded again.

His thumb continuously kept brushing your lower lip, you were impulsive and impatient and couldn't take it anymore. You caught his thumb between your pearly white teeth leaving small indents on his skin. He let out a small scoff at your action, so lewd and naughty in your ministrations. Stephen's smirk told all. You began suckling on his thumb and coated it with your saliva, swirling your tongue on it in the process. You finally let him go with a pop, you let out a shaky exhale.

You gasped when he slapped you across the face, you didn't expect it at all.

It felt really really good. Wetness began gushing onto your panties. As your face darted to the side, he brought it back and held your draw tightly in a cupids chokehold. Your eyes were wide in need. Stephen loved that he got you like this. He couldn't wait to show you more.

Stephen helped standing you up and your mouth was open slightly, the air was insanely thick it was unbreathable. Oxygen was replaced with fire. Your mouth slanted against his hard, Stephen's lithe muscle tangling with yours in a fight for control; he was right: you didn't like relinquishing control but in this case you were willing to give in. Stephen's mouth was leading you to places you'd never been, he tasted heavenly. Stephen was drunk off the taste of you, it was apparent by the way his hands wouldn't let go of the sides of your neck. He was the one in charge now.

Something you were sure wouldn't have happened in a million years. But here you both are. Panting and breathing into each others mouths.

Stephen's coarse calloused palms travelled from your neck to your waist as he sat you down on the table. He slotted inbetween your thighs easily, you finally opened up to him after all this time. You smirked slightly as he felt his chest cave slightly, his breathing was slow and heavy only adding to the fiery atmosphere. You were arching into him with every kiss he planted on your addicting lips.

‘’This what you want? Me fucking you on the table?’’ He breathed between kisses. already reaching for the hem of your shirt and taking it off of your body.

‘’Yes.’’ You whined under your breath. You clawed at his back to get his shirt off but he reached behind him and discarded it in one move. His muscles were rippling, the bulk of his biceps were daunting; it only made you that much wetter.

You were his easel, begging for art- undressing you with his voice alone.

Stephen's hands roamed the span of your back, searching for your bra clasp and unhooking it one by one as a means to tease you. His kisses travelled to your neck, leaving goosebumps and blossiming purple bites in his wake.

‘’Fucking tease.’’ You spat out. He was going far too slow for your pleasure. ‘’I said rough you idiot.’’

With that he ripped your bra off of you and discarded it to the other side of the room. His nimble fingers immediately travelled to your pants, he slid them down alongside your underwear. The fact he got you naked this fast was beyond you. Stephen was revelling in your bare body, perfection wasn't even near what you looked like right now. He'd always undress you with his eyes but even he couldn't have envisioned this. You smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body, they were darkening at every moment he had them on you; he grasped at your jaw harshly.

‘’I heard you, baby. You wanted me in control, right? So let me give it to you.’’ Stephen gritted in your ear before suckling on the space below it.

He pushed you down on the table. Hard.

When he fawned over you, your hands immediately slid to grab his face but he stopped you by pinning them back down against either side of your head.

You stifled out a moan as he began kissing and biting from your neck to your collarbone until he reached his final goal of your tits. His mouth devoured them hungrily and all you could do was convulse against him, his teeth tugged at your nipples and wildfire began zipping through your core.

‘’Stephen! P-please!’’ You began trembling under him. Jesus, the man was making you shake. Your ego has been bruised indefinitely.

‘’Open that pretty little mouth again and I'll edge you for weeks.’’ He threatened with a low grumble, he was all too serious and that just made you even wetter.

You gawked at him heavy lidded and dumbfounded as he tugged his pants down, your arms and legs were clinging onto him for dear life. Stephen stroked his dick a few times before swiping up and down your wetness, you were soaked and he let out a low chuckle. He reminded himself of what you said earlier, Steve was 'gentle.

‘’Gentle.’’ He whispered to himself with a laugh as he looked down at your sparkling eyes, he definitely wasn't going to keep himself on a leash. His mocking of Steve Rogers made his ego soar.

Stephen thrusted into you, stretching you out and making a moan rip through your throat. You covered your mouth with your hand to conceal your loud moans.

‘’Let them out.’’ He reassured, pulling your hand away from your mouth. With every stroke, his breath became more heavy.

He set a brutal pace and it made your eyes water, thunderous almost. The tips of your noses were touching as you were gazing intensely and deeply into each others eyes. A tear strayed free and rolled down your cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. The more you clenched, the fast her went.

Jesus fuck, you were gripping onto him so tightly as if you were vacuum sealed to his dick. And with that he was becoming more swift and confident in his movements, fucking you out as if you were his own personal doll.

You were so close to the edge, a stray bite on your jaw was enough to make you lose it. A high pitched pornograhic moan erupted from your mouth and he swallowed it as his lips latched against yours once again. Stephen felt your wetness leak onto him and like the gentleman he was, he finished after you. Painting yours insides a thick white with a gutteral groan.

Panting against your skin, your eyes were lust clouded and wide as he found himself being lost in them. Your pupils darted from feature to feature, your mind was taking a fantastical snapshot of this one moment. The moment in which you experienced post coital bliss and realisation with the man you hated so much for so long. The fact he experienced intense throes of passion with you of all people was messing up his head.

‘’How quickly can you get my clothes?’’ Your eyes were wide in panic as you were sure anyone was about to walk in at any minute.

‘’I'm still in you.’’ Stephen chuckled lowly.

‘’Put your fucking pants up and get my clothes.’’ You demanded hastily but Stephen actually listened to you for once.

It was a liability being like this, but what could he say. He was hoping he would be able to sneak moments like this with you for as long as you had him.

You were starting to think that this was a mistake…now that it started….you'd have him anywhere and you wouldn't be able to stop.

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idk where this shit came from tbh but i spent 4 hours on it help

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ackermanbitch · 2 years ago

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Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x F!Reader) Part Two

a/n: yes i finally did it bitches, i think the first one will get more attention if i put out a better, second part. i might redo the first part at some point cus its kind of cringe and i wrote it a year ago. also, taking away reader's powers cause i cant find a logical explanation for her to even have any LMAO i really only gave her any because i wanted her to have a reason to be there when tony died but idk ill figure smth out OK IM DONE TALKING ENJOY READING

Part Three

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: cussing, math😧, reader simping for may if u squint

word count: 1.6k

Peter Parker. The absolute nerdiest nerd of Midtown. How did a Stark of all people notice him? She can't do math. And math was slightly important if you wanted to graduate high school, so she gratefully accepted Peter's invitation to help her pass.

She was hesitant to accept his offer, assuming he only wanted to help in an attempt to be closer to the oh so amazing Tony Stark. What was so amazing about him anyway? Oh he's smart and wears metal, BOO HOO-

(Y/N) shook the thoughts dissing her own dad from her head as she jogged up the steps of Peter's apartment complex. Her backpack bounced against her back on every step, not that it was very full.

She had never talked to Peter much, they shared a couple classes and that was it. He was cute and smart but an outcast. She knew Flash bothered him for no reason and that he hung out with that kid- What was his name again? Bob? No, it definitely doesn't start with a b. It was some three letter name, but she couldn't exactly place i-

"No, Ned! She's literally on her way right now! I'm not lying dude! Take a pict-? No, that's so creepy! Don't you dare come over, I'll kill yo-" Peter's voice sounded muffled through the door, but not so muffled (Y/N) couldn't make out what he was saying.

Ned! That was it, she knew it was three letters, that's good enough. Trying to ignore the fact Peter was clearly talking about her, and way too loudly at that, she brought up her hand to ring the doorbell before stepping back.

"Oh my god, I'm hanging up idiot, she's here. Don't come over. Goodbye- Yes, I'll tell you what happens- GOODBYE!"

(Y/N) grinned, leaning over slightly to hide her smile. This guy was adorable.

Said guy opened the door with a nervous grin. "Heyy, you made it, ah, come on in." She nodded, walking past him. He had a nice apartment, real homey.

"Do you- live here alone?" She asked, turning around.

He laughed, not out of humor, more of a filler laugh. "No, I live with my aunt, she's working. Do you think- a fifteen year old could live alone?" He asked, a little concerned.

(Y/N) thought for a good few seconds, "Nah, just wondering. I like this place, it's cute." She smiled back at him, a genuine one. He didn't think she'd be so nice, standing silently in response.

She took the awkward silence as an invitation to continue speaking for him, "So, your room? Or do you want to do it on the couch?"

"Do w- do what?" he whispered, his jaw falling to his feet.

(Y/N) broke into full on hysterical laughing, throwing her head back at his reaction. "Oh my god, Parker! You're hilarious, man." She managed to get out between fits of laughter, slapping him on the shoulder.

He felt the wind get knocked out of him, his jaw still on the floor. "Uhm, the couch- yeah, couch is fine." Man, his voice broke a lot.

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"If 7 (y - 3) = 2 (y - 9) + 2y, what's the value of y?" Peter turned to (Y/N), watching her scribble down the equation on her loose piece of paper. She suddenly stopped, staring intently at the numbers on the page.

"Do you want hel-" "No."

Peter leaned back a bit, still looking over her shoulder, as she did nothing.

The numbers danced over the page, blurring into shapes in front of her. God, she hated numbers. Letters too, who the hell decided to put them together and torture children with them? She shook her head before looking at Peter with a sigh. "Yeah, yeah okay I want help." She mumbled, handing him the paper.

He chuckled lightly, "Well uh, I can't answer for you but first you have to simplify each side so it's not as scary, you know? So basically, taking it apart. First you look at 7 (y - 3), what's 7 x 3?"

'God, I hate this, please let someone throw a brick through that window to hit me right on the hea-'

"21. So, then you'd have 7y - 21, right?" She looked at Peter, praying she was right, and he didn't think she was some idiot.

"Yes, exactly!" He grinned, leaning over to write that down on the paper while (Y/N) let out a long sigh of relief. He was a good tutor, she'd have to pay him a good amount, not that it'd be hard. A cute tutor too, even with his weird interpretations of everything she said.

The door opening made both their heads snap in the direction of it, watching a- really pretty woman walk in? "Who's that...?" (Y/N) mumbled, staring at her with no shame.

"My.. aunt- why did you say it like that?" He asked quietly, looking back at the young Stark. "I didn't say it like anything, I was just asking." She retorted, looking back at him. "No, you were like 'Whooo'sss thaaaat?'" He did his best (Y/N) impression, earning a not so impressed look from his student.

She was a little impressed by his sudden confidence in talking to her, she wanted him to talk to her like that all the time, instead of being so nerv- Wait, what was she thinking, that's so weird to even think a-

"You brought home a girl, Peter?" The beautiful woman asked, setting a few groceries down on the counter.

Peter turned slightly red, closing some of the textbooks. "Uhm yeah Aunt May, I thought I told you I was helping a friend with homework." He clenched his jaw, staring wide eyed at his aunt.

"You didn't say it was a girl, a pretty one too." The older woman laughed, opening the fridge to put away some milk.

(Y/N) smiled at that, nudging Peter with her elbow. "I love your aun-" "Dude!" Peter whisper yelled, shoving some textbooks, that weren't even (Y/N)'s into her backpack and zipping it shut quickly.

"But uh- we were finishing up, right (Y/N)?"

The younger Stark sighed and nodded, "Yeah, my dad is texting me crazy anyway." She explained, opening her backpack to take her wallet out.

Peter quickly stood up, "Oh, it's free, I was just helping you out, you know, it wasn't a big deal-"

(Y/N) cut him off, shoving two twenties into his fidgeting hands. "We might not have finished that last problem, but you helped me finish almost every single one on that worksheet Parker. That's more than my dad has helped me with." She whispered the last part with a grin, "I'll see youuuuu.. next weekend? At that burger joint down the street?"

He didn't respond before she said goodbye to Aunt May and walked out the door.

He stared at the door with an open mouth before looking down at the money in his hands. "$40 bucks for a 35 minute tutoring session..?" He mumbled.

"I like her!" Aunt May exclaimed, also looking at the door with her hands on her hips. "You'd be adorable together; you should really shoot your shot Pete."

Peter gasped, gaping at his aunt. "It's not like that, you're so weird May." He dragged his hands down his face, groaning. "Come on, that's (Y/N) Stark! It's definitely like that. She seems really nice too, nicer than her dad seems at least. Also, she totally just asked you out."

"It's to do homework!" Peter defended, picking up the rest of the textbooks on the coffee table.

"And to eat. Which means it's a date."

"I- what?!" Peter gave up, dragging his feet to his room with a very red face.

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"What's his name?"

"Peter."

"His full name, (Y/N)."

"Sorry, I didn't ask for his middle name."

Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead. "If he's harmless, why won't you just tell me his name."

(Y/N) kept a straight face, staring down her dad. "Because you'll search him up and stalk him anyway. Like the last two guys I hung out with in the past like five years."

She sat on one of the stools at the counter, swirling a straw in her smoothie.

"What do I have to do to get you to just tell me?" He asked, leaning against the sink on the other side of the kitchen, facing her. She hummed, looking up.

"Tell me what that meeting was about, with the secretary of state." She said, looking back at him.

He groaned, "No, pick something else. I'll buy you 1,000 Honey Buns if I have to."

"Just tell me! It's not like I have anyone to talk to about it if you do, my lips are sealed." She held out her pinkie, leaning over. "You're my daughter, it's impossible for you to shut your mouth."

(Y/N) gasped in offense, dropping her hand onto the marble surface. "Fine, I'll bribe Steve, he tells me everything." She stuck out her tongue before hopping off the stool and leaving the kitchen with a huff.

"You better tell me that kid's name, don't make me look through your phone, young lady!" He yelled after her, before sighing and putting her empty cup in the sink.

a/n: ok its not even much better than the other one but its progress and oh boy this is gonna be a long series at this rate. and i changed the name cause the other one was weird and cringe

#peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #tony stark x daughter reader #peter parker x reader series #avengers x reader #peter parker x fem reader

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count-woe-laf · 3 years ago

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Bro, ok, look, i know i don't like tss anymore, but i was thinking about what made me actually dislike the show and i realized it's the lack of acknowledgement that all the characters have about stuff that happened?? Like, in the whole puppet episode and what not logan physically harmed roman and everyone was just ":0" and then it never got acknowledged or even affected anything besides stuff in that specific episode?? Like, stuff is brushed over so easily- patton literally turned into a giant frog because of stress and he had a freaking breakdown and then janus showed up and was like "lmao what was that about- anyway here's why thomas needs to listen to me, patton's well being isn't relevant for the plot anymore", ya know what i mean??? Also i really hated how virgil's actions got dismissed regularly- like, he caused severe distress to the other sides by making them anxious and stressed about stuff and he sometimes even got to the point of making the others feel bad about themselves and it's always just "oh it's okay actually cause he was feeling anxious and that means he gets to take it out on other people and never face any consequences :)"- that and he also never makes an effort to try and work around his own anxiety, the others always have to help him or else he just can't do anything about it boo hoo the little baby :( - like, yeah, having a support system is good but also he should learn to try and also take care of his anxiety by himself, he shouldn't be fully dependent on the others to make him not anxious, that's not good :/

Anyways, you're v pretty and smart, love u mwah

I'm sitting here nodding along- yeah you're right and I get it!! and maybe it would've been better if there we quicker episodes and less Extra things to do so there would be acknowledgment before it all broke. And like a lack of communication really bothers me especially if it's not for an actual Reason. Anyways I'm drowning in other media I enjoy how are you doing?

#asdfgjhasj #there were definitely some things and yeah i still find the videos amusing but i'm glad i've removed my emotional state from it more yknow?#like. i felt like it was done to show how bad it felt or something?? (I'm not making sense sorry) but like. looking back it all seems a #little much. it could've been dealt with better! and also the last real video was a year ago and it was a year before that #got a little sick of it- glad i've immersed myself in even worse things #ask #sanders sides #(for the blacklist)#ts negativity #(just in case)

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tonydadisbestdad · 5 years ago

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I Hate Bullies

Dad!TonyxReader

Word Count: 2,480

Request by @shady80smusicsingercolor - avengers x stark!reader,where the reader is 16 ,and had bad day at school, like the mean girl decided to tell her ugly things ,like are u even good enough to be a stark,reader overhears ,cries,when they get home ,Steve is the first there but haven't notice those tears,but when the reader flinch,he saw them,and ask what happened at school,but the reader denied to answer,so he call the team,Tony ask what's wrong while the rest of team were worried,and told him eventually,team got furious,but calm down,Tony decided to pay the girl visit with the avengers at the end

A/N: If you’re being bullied please don’t be afraid to tell someone about it. You should never feel less because someone decides they want to make you feel less. You have value. You are loved. You are your own journey not anyone else's.

Sophomore year was really sucking, you were beginning to hate yourself for not letting your dad push you up several grades like he wanted. At least if you were getting bullied than you’d be closer to the end of school.

But alas, you wanted to stay with kids your own age because, being with a bunch of older kids was bound to get you bullied, right?

Turns out, no matter how old you were or how smart or even if you were famous, people were still mean.

You were sitting at your usual lunch table when Marissa, a popular girl in a few of your classes, came up to you. Her two best friends at her sides.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, you could tell by the glint in her eyes that this was not going to end well for you.

You tried to ignore her, but that just made her annoyed.

“I heard a rumor that you have a crush on Cooper.” She said, examining her nails.

You didn’t want to play into her games but you found you needed to defend yourself more than letting her walk all over you. “It’s just a rumor. No need to worry about me trying to flirt with anyone let alone Cooper.” You rolled your eyes.

She glared at you. “Excuse me, freak? Are you insinuating there’s something wrong with Cooper?”

She twisted your words, making you sigh. You were sick of this happening everyday. Everyday she came to bother you. You couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t just leave you alone.

“You’d be lucky if Cooper even gave you the time of day. You have no personality, you think because you’re smart and have the world handed to you that you’re better than everyone and I’ve never seen someone as ugly as you. You are the most bland unattractive girl in this whole school. No one likes you. Why don’t you just leave already? I’m sure your precious daddy would be more than glad to pay off the school and let them bump you up enough to leave. It’s too bad your dad didn’t have a cuter kid. I’d be willing to be your step-mom if you weren’t so ugly to look at. It’d ruin family photos, you don’t even deserve to be Tony Stark’s kid.”

She was on a roll today. And you tried to ignore her, but you really couldn’t handle the attacks on your looks and the fact that she said you weren’t good enough to be a Stark. You weren’t exactly secure in yourself either.

“Oh, look, the ugly girl’s going to ugly cry,” one of Marissa’s friends said and fake boo-hooed.

You bit your cheek, to stop yourself. You wouldn’t cry in front of these bullies. Luckily enough the bell rang. You stood with your tray and went to move away from them the opposite way. Suddenly, there were hands on your back and with just enough force you were pushed forward and fell, straight onto the tray.

The trio laughed and finally left.

Tears filled your eyes as you sat up. Your shirt was completely ruined and you were going to be late for class. There were only two classes left. You decided it wasn’t worth it.

You went straight to your locker, pulled out your gym shirt and went to the bathroom to change into it. After that you went to the nurse with complaints that you’d thrown up in the bathroom during lunch and just managed to make it to her after changing your shirt that you’d asked for a bag for.

She let you rest in her office until the bell rang for the end of the day and you were practically running home.

You finally broke down in the elevator on your way upstairs.

To your dismay about halfway up the elevator stopped and quickly you were wiping your cheeks as Steve stepped on.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, barely looking up from a report he was reading.

Flinching you quickly tried to gather yourself, you’d hoped he wouldn’t ask. “It was fine.”

Steve noticed you flinch and could tell by your inflection that fine did not mean it went well. He finally looked over at you and noticed your cheeks were damp.

Thanking your dad mentally for creating the high-speed elevator it reached the top quickly.

Steve had opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but the elevator dinging stopped him and you sprang from the machine. “Y/N, wait.” His hand fell on your shoulder to stop you. “What happened at school, doll?”

You refused to turn and look at him as your eyes welled with tears.

He could feel you shaking. “Hey,” he tried, but suddenly you were pulling from his grasp and running to your room. He was confused for sure and didn’t know what to do. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.” He called to the a.i.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers?” She answered.

“Call for an Avengers meeting, please.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“Okay, now that everyone’s here,” Tony said, once the entire team had gathered in the meeting room. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure what to do… or who would be the best option to ask for this mission, so I figured it’d be better to get everyone together. About 20 minutes ago, I got on the elevator and Y/N was just getting home from school. At first she seemed fine, but then I asked about school. She said it was fine but she’d flinched like it was a sore subject and when I asked she ignored me, started crying and ran away…”

The team was in an uproar, all asking questions that Steve couldn’t answer.

“You had to call a whole team meeting for this?” Tony asked, already getting up from his seat and heading for the door. “I can’t handle this, thanks. You should have told me 20 minutes ago when I met you here. I was the first one dammit.” He didn’t wait for a response from Steve before he was rushing to your room.

The team all decided to move to the living room, in order to catch Tony once he was finished speaking to you, to make sure you were alright.

Tony knocked on your bedroom door. He could hear your muffled sobs into your pillow and tsked. He knocked gently. “Sunshine, can I come in?”

You ignored him, as you tried to stop sobbing long enough so maybe he wouldn’t hear, but you knew he wasn’t going to grant you that wish.

Your door creaked open and shut again.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Tony asked, taking a seat on the opposite side of your bed.

You didn’t answer him and continued trying to stop crying.

It didn’t work.

The second your dad was pulling you into him your sobs started again in full force.

“Shhh, shshsh, baby it’s okay,” he whispered. Rocking you and stroking your hair. “It’s okay, daddy’s got you. We don’t need to talk until you’re ready, but I hope you can talk to me when you’re ready. I’m worried about you. Uncle Steve told me you ran away from him and were crying. He’s so worried about you he called the whole team together for a meeting.”

You groaned in embarrassment and pressed your face further into your dad's shoulder.

He stayed quiet after that but he continued to stroke your head and hold you close.

It felt like forever before you were finally pulling away from him, still sniffling.

He wiped at your face with his sleeve pulled over his hand.

You refused to look at him but you did finally work up the courage to speak. “I’m sorry I worried everyone…”

Your dad leaned and kissed your forehead. “No one likes it when you’re sad sweetheart. What happened at school today that you came home so upset, hm?”

You fought off the fresh wave of tears that threatened to come. “It-it’s dumb dad, I’m sorry you had to stop what you were doing to deal with me just being a cry baby…”

Tony tsked at you, “You know I don’t believe that for a second, baby. Something happened and I’ll wait for you to be ready to tell me but I don’t want anything happening to you so I’d like it if you could tell me soon, okay? I need to know this isn’t going to happen again.”

You nodded stiffly. You wanted to tell him, but at the same time you felt Marissa was going to keep this up now that she finally found something that bothered you so much. You swallowed thickly, deciding that you could get the message out loud and clear with a different question and topic. “Is it too late to bump me up a couple grades?”

Tony’s frown deepened. He knew right away what was wrong, and it had to do with your peers. Because you refused so hard to go forward due to you wanting to stay at the same grade level as the kids your age, so if you were asking to go forward, well that meant something happened that you wanted to get away from. Something happened that if he agreed, well it would take away the rest of your high school experience. “What boys ass do I need to kick?”

You looked up at your dad, finally, confused. “What?”

“I’m guessing that whatever happened was probably due to a guy. You’re trying to run away from your problems sweetheart and I don’t want that. So whose ass am I kicking?”

You let out the smallest of chuckles before shaking your head. “No, dad. There’s no guy whose ass you have to kick…”

“Oh,” he said, wishing he was right, because that would be an easy fix. Just threaten the kid to leave you alone or else. But if it wasn’t- “Is it a girl then?”

You hesitated, hoping that wouldn’t be his next question. You sighed in defeat. “Yeah… it’s Marissa again… I-“ tears welled again. “She just really got to me this time dad… normally I can just brush her off but… she was extra cruel today… her-her and her friends shoved me to the floor at lunch and I got food all over my shirt. And she-she called me ugly and like fine whatever I know I’m not beautiful but I don’t need that to be rubbed in my face and I don’t let you hand the world to me and I do all that I can for the less fortunate because I would rather them have a roof over their heads than me having some stupid designer bag like those girls do. And-and I didn’t ask to be a Stark. I-I know I’m lucky to be your daughter and I love you, but her-her telling me I don’t deserve to be your kid? It-it hit different… not to mention the crude joke she made after that and I-I just,” the sobs started leaving you as you came down from your rant.

Tony was silent for a few minutes as he held you. When he finally spoke he surprised you. “Y/N, if anything, every Stark that came before you didn’t deserve to have your name. You sweetheart, are everything I could have ever hoped for in my life. You do so much good. I might save the world from aliens but you really work close to home. You meet those that need help and you do everything you can to give them support. You’re so personal and you aren’t afraid to stand out to do that. You have taught me more good than I ever knew possible. You have given the Stark name real meaning and so much good. I’m beyond lucky that you’re my daughter. I never want you to listen to anyone that wants to tell you otherwise because you are the most incredible Stark there is. You are incredible, beautiful, so smart, and best of all you’re my kid and I am grateful everyday for having a light like you in my life. Don’t let some dumb jealous girl hurt you like this. I’m going to take care of this to make sure she leaves you alone. I never want you coming home crying like this again.”

You sobbed harder into your dad. Relief flooded you as he held you. Eventually you relax enough and fell asleep.

That was when Tony finally slipped a blanket over you, kissed your cheek, and left you to sleep away your stress.

When he returned to the team he was furious. He explained everything to them, to his surprise they were all still there, impatiently waiting for his return to find out how you were.

“We have so bratty little girls to go speak to the team.” Steve stated. Tony hadn’t seen him that angry since the airport battle years ago.

Marissa’s mother yelled at her to go answer the front door. She rolled her eyes and obeyed. When she opened the door to her surprise all the Avengers stood on her front porch and each and everyone of them looked pissed.

Tony didn’t even bother with the girl. He entered the house and found the girl's mother. He was going to tell her directly what happened. Meanwhile, it was Steve that dealt with talking to the girl.

All while the rest of the team stood watching the girl.

She looked like she was going to pee herself with how scared she was. But Steve offered his charming smile and she seemed to relax a little.

Nat smirked and Clint fist bumped her.

Meanwhile Bruce was trying to not Hulk out with Wanda and Vision keeping an eye on him.

Suddenly Steve started to speak as the girl's eyes widened at his low, angry voice. “We will never have this conversation again. So I’m saying this once. I don’t care how awful you think your life is, taking it out on others is disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself. You will apologize to Y/N, and then you will never even look her way again. It’s not a well known fact, but I hate bullies. And you don’t want to be on Captain America’s bad side.”

Tears of fear fell from Marissa’s eyes.

Her mom and Tony entered the room. He didn’t even cast her a look. “Well Ma’am thank you for your time. We will let you speak with your daughter alone. Team?”

When your dad and the team got home they all hugged you and told you what happened. And the next day at school when Marissa came to apologize, you ignored her. Because you didn’t need to forgive her. She could feel bad about what she did, but she didn’t deserve your forgiveness. You just moved on because you were a Stark, you were better than that.

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ask-anti-cosmo · 3 years ago

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The return of Anti-Cosmo part 2

Part 1

Anti-cosmo stayed in the suite, knowing you had to come back sometime, especially since you told him you were a day out to land. You dreaded coming back to your room but found him on the computer on a social media site.

“Is there a Anti-fairy Facebook page?” you asked sarcastically.

“Anti-Fairies, as well as Fairies, are very well connected believe it or not. You just need to know the right sites to look for. And even then, only magical beings can use it, if you’re mortal you only see a blank page.” He explained, not looking up at you. “Won’t be long now.”

“Won’t be long till what?” you frowned.

“Till my wand comes to me. My subordinates are going to help bring it back here, by magic or whatever means it takes.”

“Where were your subordinates when you were in the safe?” you folded your arms.

“I go off on my own a lot, they probably assumed I was following a chosen victim.” He shrugged and turned away from the screen for a minute to face you.

“Is that how you got in that safe in the first place?” you asked expectantly.

His eye twitches slightly. “Hunting requires risk, surely you know that. They had just set up an…elaborate trap I was completely unprepared for. A descendant from one of my victims. One of the only victims I left alive. No matter, I won’t make the same mistake.” He insisted with dignity.

“Why did you let them live in the first place?” you asked curiously.

He sat quietly before picking up a pencil and started doodling on a nearby notebook. He drew a young girl with ringlets and a frilly dress. She looked almost like a sweet porcelain doll.

“My perfect little Doll…in her perfect little dollhouse...” he said fondly.

“Why did she need your help if she was perfect?” you frowned.

“Her family was so painfully flawed, she was trying to save them from their own stupid actions.” He explained. “Then one day, she decided she was done cleaning up after them, left to make her own perfect house, and sent me away. Most of the time my victims call me back, whether conscious or in their hearts, but she never did. The last I saw her was at a ball she threw. I had a lovely time.” He said, looking at the pictures longingly before starting to sketch another woman.

“Who’s that?”

“She was my date to that ball…” he sighed. “I actually might have fallen in love with her…alas, she was human and it didn’t last. I probably could have granted her my immortality but…” he sighed and set down the pencil. He glanced at the computer screen, looking for a response or message for him.

“But…?” you asked expectantly.

He sighed at your persistence, but smiled. “She slit her wrists one night. Humans have such limited mental capacities, and Misfortune follows in my wake. It was probably inevitable.”

“You couldn’t bring her back with magic?” you asked curiously.

“I am not so cruel, I let the dead stay dead. After all, there are plenty of living to choose from.” He shrugged.

He stayed by the computer for the rest of the trip to the harbor. You found a trench coat to wear that you cut the bottom off to fit him better, and hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants. You felt he was your responsibility and lead him to your penthouse in the busy metropolis.

“My my my, not such a fancy pants that you own your own place eh? Just a simple flat?” he teased.

“It’s the best you can get in such a place jack*beep*.” You glared. “Besides it’s not my only one, and I do have a house, just not here.”

“Boring.” He rolled his eyes and checked the phone you gave him to monitor his messages. So far there was still nothing, making him huff.

“Alright now, what is there to do around here?” he asked carelessly.

“Why don’t you go check out my closet? You’d look lovely in one of my ball gowns.” You smirked as you greeted your cat.

Anti-Cosmo rose an eyebrow. “You’re just jealous cause I probably would.” He mumbled. “I doubt you have my color.”

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself. Like, what’s with the Anti in front of everything?”

“We are Anti-Fairy dear, we are the equal and opposite forces of the regular fairies. Spelling our names backwards to prove that doesn’t always work. For some it does, but it’s often just easier to say Anti.” He stated simply.

“What, so there’s a regular fairy version of you?”

Anti-cosmo cringed slightly. “He’s an absolute idiot. A goodie goodie nuisance to all he meets. I want nothing to do with him.”

“So if you’re opposites, and you’re the annoying one…” you smirked as he shot you a glare. “Also, if you’re an all powerful magical being, why do you need to drink human blood?”

“Mostly to prevent a magic crash.” He shrugged.

“A what?” you frowned.

“Oh dear, do I need to explain what a crash is?” he sighed.

“No I know how drugs work.”

“Not those kind of drugs!” he insisted with annoyance. “I told you I am full of magic in my veins, correct? So are Fairies. Only they can only let so much build up before exploding. So it’s just called ‘magical build up’. They use the wands and become godparents to help expel the magic as well as do, what they hope is good, by making children happy.” He said with disgust.

“And you what? Use your build-up for evil?”

“Have you not been listening? I am the equal and complete opposite power that is my fairy counterpart! Meaning, my magic regenerates when used, but it is usually at max capacity, that’s normal for an anti-fairy. That being said, when I cast a spell, it takes longer to build back up. If I use too much magic, I will run out, causing a magical crash.”

“Do you explode from mortality?” you teased.

“No.” he huffed then stayed quiet for a minute. “…I implode. It is reversible so it’s not possibly to kill us that way.”

“And you drinking blood comes into play where?”

“I’ve discovered that nothing makes ones magic regenerate faster than human blood.” He licked his lips. “ESEPCIALLY the blood of the misfortunate. Just the thought of meeting a poor soul who’s never succeeded in anything makes my mouth water! Anyways, I always use magic, for everything, so it’s convenient to have a blood supply nearby. However I doubt you’ll have the same effect, so after I get my wand back I will be bidding you a fond farewell.”

“Sounds just fine to me.” You huffed.

“So, what to do till then?” Anti-Cosmo said thoughtfully. “Go to a rave? Go night shopping? Hunt for ghosts in the park~?” he smirked and waved his fingers at you.

“How about sleep? It’s been a long exciting day and I’m exhausted.” You huffed and started getting ready for bed.

“Oh, you can sleep when you’re dead!” he whined and pulled at your sleeve.

“Why don’t you get back online and catch up on the past 15 years worth of memes?” you said and got into bed.

“Oh please, nothing could be funnier than the troll faces that say “u mad?”” he waved his hand at you.

“Oh buddy, you’ve got a lot to learn.” You smirked and went to sleep.

He stared at your sleeping form, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Soon my sweet…so I will have my way with you, you lovely immortal thing~” He licked his lips. He then checked for messages for his lackies and found nothing. “*BEEP*.” He pouted.

In the morning, you laid on your back and Anti-Cosmo was flouting above you. You frowned at the sight of his face and turned over. “Its bad enough I’ve had to deal with you till late last night, but now you have to flout over me while I’m asleep like a creeper?” you huffed.

“What can I say? You enchant me.” He said and started walking his fingers up your back. You shivered and swatted his hand away.

“Still nothing from your people?” you asked and sat up

He sighed and leaned back. “No…which is really odd.”

“Maybe you can try again? Post something else?”

“That would make me look whiny and desperate, then more of them would be less inclined to help me.” He huffed. “Besides, I’d much rather wait and possibly get some breakfast.” He said, looking at you hungrily.

“Oh for crying out…don’t even think about it!” you glared and got up. “You want blood, you’ve got to go to the fridge for a bloodbag.” You said as you walked to the closet.

“People healthy enough to donate blood rarely have enough misfortune to satisfy me.” He pouted.

“Boo hoo, you’ll have to have your cocktails AIDS-free then.” You rolled your eyes. “And if that’s the case, my blood would be nowhere near satisfying.”

“You think living eternally alone is a blessing?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. This did stop you in your tracks.

He drifted towards you, suddenly shrinking down and sitting on your shoulder. “Come on now, you got to taste my blood! I’ve never had Vampire blood before, I’m curious!” he urged.

You hesitated dispute knowing you’d get no benefit from this exchange, as well as you know darn well you owed him nothing. Before you could decide however, a ding came from the phone on the bedside.

Anti-Cosmo zoomed to it, growing to his original size as he snatched it up and read the notification. His mouth grew to a twisted grin, his eyes shimmering with joy.

“Ah, Anti-Juandissimo, you never fail me dear friend.” He smirked.

He suddenly stood up and held up his hand. A black wand with a star at the end appeared in his blue skinned hand. His face broke into a villainous grin as he spun it around and gave it a wave. Magic erupted from it and made his old clothes appear on his body, but they were new and pristine. His monocle returned, dangling from his earlobe before swinging up to it’s place over his eye. Small silver jewelry were placed on his clothes, ear, and wing. Lastly a bowler hat flouted above his hair.

He sighed with relief and stretched slightly. “Yes…perfect. I feel whole again~”

“You look like a Magical girl transforming.” You chuckled.

He looked back at you before waving his wand at you. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, smoke surrounded you, and your clothes changed into a vampire themed Magical girl outfit. Short skirt, a cape, even little bat wings on your head. Your costume was also adorned in silver jewelry and mirrored Anti-Cosmo’s black and blue.

“There, now we match.” He smirked.

You tried to pull the skirt down to cover your legs. “What the *Beep*?!” you yelled at him.

“What? You look cute~ oh yes, I have a wish to grant, be right back.” He grinned and vanished.

You huffed in irritation and immediately started stripping the cutesie outfit off. “What an *beep*!” you whispered angrily. “I thought he was awful before the wand…”

Part 3

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Maryse actually earning a redemption? I liked her character post redemption but the whole arc felt rushed, unearned, and too easy. Especially with her victims (both her children and downworlders like Magnus) forgiving her so easily like she didn't do anything that bad...

oh mood. i actually have lowkey conflicted feelings on the whole maryse thing because like, on the one hand, they didn't do the thing i hate the most with this kind of "arc" - having the character b like "sorry that i was an asshole" and then continue to be an asshole but not on purpose this time and so it's fine now. on the other hand, they did the opposite - maryse did actually change and become a non-abusive person, but it didn't fucking make sense and she basically never bothered to acknowledge that she was a uhhhh terrible fucking person

there's also lowkey projection feelings that make me a little fond of maryse, like, damn, i wish my mom just decided one day that transphobia isn't sexy and completely changed overnight. u know? lmao

but anyway yeah i do have thoughts on a maryse redemption arc that doesn't suck ass. especially because i think there are elements that could make a cohesive story if the show actually, like, bothered with them. i'll warn u that i'll mostly ignore the cheating plotline because 1- it has kinda yikes vibes like "oh she's suffered now so we have to forgive her", and 2- i don't really care about cheating plotlines tbh. like rationally i can understand that it's essentially betrayal of an agreement, but emotionally, i simply don't understand why anyone would give a fuck lol i just can't connect emotionally with it in any way so it feels very abstract and forced for me to write about

so i think the starting point for her redemption would be her being deruned. so i’m gonna start from there, and just assume that everything that went down before the announcement of her deruning was the same

i say the deruning because like.... her entire life, this was her absolute top priority. being a shadowhunter. being a part of that society. upholding these values. being essentially shadowhunter royalty. and now, she's lost that. and she's forced to look back at everything that she did without the looming threat of her losing what she's been working so hard for (since she already did) and it suddenly feels way clearer

not that like oh she never realized how shitty she was! she fucking knew how shitty she was. there's no way she didn't. she manipulated her children, she purposefully humiliated them and withheld affection, she hurt them, she participated in genocide, she killed people, and she did it with the intent of doing all those things. but i think - especially with the part about that her children - that the way she looked at this was always distorted by the fact that the clave/the lightwood name/her position of power and prestige took precedence. also, the constant threat that she would lose that meant that she could justify it to herself saying that it was what she had to do. now, she can no longer do that, because it's already happened. and guess what? life went on now that she's deruned. so she's forced to look at everything that she did for her position as a shadowhunter from a distance this time, because her goals are unattainable now, and that means she can look at it more rationally, especially since she ran out of excuses. and here's the picture: none of it was worth it

and i'm talking about her children specifically. the literal fascism shit is more complicated since like, she is a radical racist and i don't think she would see a problem with that, tbh. she has no reason to care about that, yet

so okay, she's looking back and she realizes not only that her excuses for her behavior were made of paper, but also that her priorities were all fucked up, because now that she's deruned, it isn't that in itself that hurts her the most. it's the fact that she's alone

and again, i don't mean that like, boo hoo, poor her. that was the consequence of her own actions and honestly good for all the people in her life that they didn't feel obligated to give her emotional support when she was out there ruining their lives

what i do mean is that this is what moves her to want to change and mend things, if anything, because she wants comfort

and initially she would be super fucking selfish and shitty about it, because like..... obviously, maryse was selfish. she might have said "lightwood name" this and that, but let's be real here, she wasn't even born a lightwood to care all that much about that. it was about her, her power, her prestige. if overnight the lightwood name stopped being a symbol of status she would drop it like a hot potato, she held it close to her chest because it meant ascension for her personally. she manipulated her children and drew away her friends and supported genocide for herself, not out of some obligation with the concept of lightwoodship or whatever

she would try to "mend" her relationship with her children for herself, and it would show. robert would probably drop her like a hot potato too after the deruning, lbr, and i don't think she cared all that much about him anyway, so i'll focus on izzy, alec, and jace. jace is kind of weird since she was never shown to abuse him, but she also was willing to throw him on the trash when she found out he was valentine's kid, so. but overall i think he would be the one to mend his relationship with her more easily, but also - jace is just as selfish as her and even more self centered, so she wouldn't get a lot of support/satisfaction out of that relationship

so she tries to make things better with alec and izzy and they're both like... lol. especially alec because as we've seen he had no qualms about being completely ruthless with maryse once he broke out of her claws (good for him!) and while izzy had this whole "i don't care about maryse" facade.... she did, honestly. like she was visibly hurt by maryse not hugging her despite that being expected, and maryse's presence there in itself was enough for her body language to completely change. when izzy wanted to prove that she could be mature, she emulated maryse's style. so i think, especially since izzy was obviously the fuckup kid, that a part of her is kind of desperate to get any sort of approval or affection from maryse

but that doesn’t mean that she’s going to humiliate herself for maryse, and she also gets some satisfaction in being able to flip the tables and be the one to reject her, for once. and alec is straight up like... “you never gave us any support, but now that you’ve lost everything, you want it from us? i’m just doing what you taught us, mother”

i think jace would probably be the one to be like “oh, come on, alec, she wasn’t that bad” almost scoffing at the idea and it’s just like... “between what she did to me, izzy, and magnus, she has to work a lot harder if she wants my forgiveness” and maryse is kind of taken aback because tbh up to this point she hadn’t given any thought whatsoever to what she did to magnus or downworlders in general

she’s probably kind of appalled by the idea tbh

but she also starts to like... lowkey... get it? i mean obviously she’s not a downworlder and she’ll never suffer what downworlders went through, but now that shadowhunter society has turned her back on her, now that she’s become depised by them too, she has a tiny little taste of what it feels like, and it’s not nice

especially cuz like, again... robert would drop her like a hot potato lol and like i don’t even blame him cuz she wasn’t exactly a great wife either and maryse would have done the same, i don’t think either of them ever had any illusions when it came to their marriage tbh. but robert uses her exact m.o. against her (since well, it was his, too) and that means that she gets to feel at least a little bit of forced sympathy for the people she’s done the same thing to

so i think she would come to luke (no i’m not going a lukemaryse route keep calm)

and luke is kind of like... well, i was waiting for this to happen. you know, because he is the one to comes closest to having been in maryse’s situation, since he’s also an ex-shadowhunter - except worse because he’s been turned downworlder, not just mundane

and it’s the first time she actually shows some level of empathy because she’s kind of like “i was just wondering... how did you deal with it when they... when all of us... turned our backs on you?” and she apologizes for that and that shocks luke because he didn’t expect it

and it’s easier for luke to forgive her because 1- it’s been a while; 2- they aren’t super close; 3- luke was also a fascist so like lmao; 4- there is one (1) person who understands what he went through, kinda. again not really because being a downworlder is way worse than mundane but who else comes close?

and look i’m not saying they become best friends or anything but they have a good talk about what it was like, and maryse is again forced to meet her own shittiness dead in the eye because when luke talks about what he went through when he was Turned, well, maryse was there. and now she is basically forced to empathize with him, who was on the other side, and see herself as the tormentor that other people are being to her now

and like again it’s not like she didn’t know that she was a shitty ass person and what she was doing was terrible but now all the walls he had put up to avoid acknowledging that are straight up torn down

she apologizes and he just kind of shrugs because it’s not like he’s gonna be like “yeah np lol” and this is not the kind of thing that you resolve easily, especially after such a long time, so it’s awkward. but again, he doesn’t exactly resent her anymore either, he’s more kind of... neutral i guess. like he made his peace with it a long time ago and an apology from one of the people involved is way more than he ever expected to get, so

also maryse doesn’t cry her woes because she is way too proud for that, which means that luke doesn’t have to deal with her Shadowhunter Tears on top of everything else. it’s more the opposite, really, it’s luke who talks and maryse who listens, and for the first time, luke gets to talk about how he felt about being turned and shunned without... i don’t want to say fear, but like, reservation? because obviously talking about this with a downworlder is worse and more awkward and more painful. because maryse was essentially worse than him, he gets to talk about it without shame, if that makes sense? and he also gets to say everything he’s always wanted to say to shadowhunters/circle members in general, and it does him good

they go their separate ways and luke is left feeling emotionally exhausted from reopening that wound but also like its scar has faded further, you know? and maryse is starting to actually genuinely want to be better, not just to convince people to not leave her

also, luke is by far the one who treated her best up to this point, so she feels a little lighter, even if it was far from a good interaction

i think the next she would go to would be magnus?? kinda?? like not right away of course, this isn’t shtv so i’m going with a long timeline that involves plenty of her living as a mundane and Thinking About What She’s Done and trying to find a purpose for her life now

i guess she would have that fucking shop? so there’s that. and in that time she gets to meet some mundanes and make tentative local-shop-owner/client sorta friendships and talk about what she went through in vague terms and get some advice that might actually be useful

anyway, magnus! so she would go to magnus because he’s one of the downworlders (and her experience with luke makes her think that they are more likely to forgive her since they weren’t close) but mostly because she wants to win alec over and she knows that will never ever happen if she isn’t nice to magnus. she’s racist, not stupid

magnus doesn’t let her into the loft, but he also doesn’t close the door on her face. from previous scenes (mostly max’s rune ceremony thing) we know that magnus is at least willing to try to have some sort of truce for alec’s sake, but there’s that, and there’s maryse marching into his home like nobody’s business expecting forgiveness when she directly killed at least a few people magnus cared about and/or was responsible for protecting

also it’s transparent that she’s doing it for alec, so magnus is like “while it is nice to know that you care this much about alexander... i can’t just forgive you” and she is a little outraged, but she leaves without making a fuss

meanwhile magnus is just emotionally depleted even from this very short interaction with her, because she’s just... too much

lowkey has a depression day after that because that is way too much and he’s just kind of in a slump, feeling empty and reliving the worst memories of the people he’s lost in that war. alec notices and magnus is vague about it, just like “maryse.... visited” and alec wants him to talk about it but magnus is not going to talk about everything alec’s mom did to him cuz she’s like... still alec’s mom. so it’s awkward and heavy but they both lowkey comfort each other for the rest of the day and cuddle and shit

also there’s max! with max it’s a little different because he’s not going to like, straight up not want to talk to maryse, and his relationship with her seemed to be a little different from the others anyway. he was still heavily influenced by her ideals, and even with the dirvorce/distancing/idk, obviously she and robert are still like, sharing the custody. and she asks max about alec and izzy (as well as jace when they get to talk) and max is very blunt about it too, very “they’re still pissed at you” and she’s like gee kid thanks, i know that, but how are they. are they ok?

and again max is a nosy bitch so whenever he sees alec and izzy he’s like “mom keeps asking how you guys are doing. she wanted to know about izzy’s new project” and izzy is shocked like “since when does she know about my projects?” and max shrugs like “idk”

and again, emotionally exhausting. especially when eventually max starts to say that maryse also asked how magnus was doing, and that hits alec like a billion bricks, because maryse is acknowledging their relationship? without him like, basically threatening her? lmao

cue their own version of depression days/weird coping mechanisms because they don’t know how to deal emotionally with this. izzy would probably throw herself headfirst into work like “emotions what emotions haha never heard of that anyway check out this corpse” and alec... shoots arrows until his hands bleed, as usual

because look, it’s hard, and i say that from firsthand experience. even the thought that your prejudiced parents might change gives hope. and alec had always been so loyal to family, to him, it was family before everything else, and that included maryse. and yes, he was manipulated by her, but he also did value family and he had some good moments, or moments that he saw as good (like the whole guy whose nose he broke thing) with her. so it’s just like... a lot of conflict because he kind of wants to turn his back on her and has been ever since he came out, but there’s a lot of emotions swirling inside of him

again magnus sees his bloodied hands and he heals them softly, asking him what happened. and alec is like “maryse is asking max about us” and magnus is like “oh” and again, alec is not going to go into the details of his relationship with his mom who killed magnus’ people, so it’s a little silent and awkward again, but they can again draw comfort from each other just from being together in silence and cuddling and shit

me? talking about malec cuddling in a maryse post? it’s more likely than you think

for a while alec and izzy do this weird dance around each other where they’re both like “you’re overworking yourself, want a break?” without actually acknowleding it because they know that if they actually tried they would both just keep uno +4 carding each other like “oh so why don’t you talk about how you feel?” “well why don’t you talk about how you feel?” “well but why don’t you talk abou-”

i think izzy might be the one to break first. if anything, because alec’s Big Brother instincts mean that he doesn’t want to come to her to cry his woes, because he feels like He Should Be The One To Protect Her. and she’s like “alec, i’m not a child, you can talk to me. and if we aren’t going to face this together, who are we going to face it with?” and alec just looks at her with that intense stare and izzy goes, “i feel disappointed in myself because a part of me is so happy that she finally cared about something i was creating” and just like that, alec’s walls are gone

he finally gets to really talk about how he feels with the whole maryse and magnus thing and admit that a part of him is also happy that she asked and that it sucks and he hates it and feels weak, basically

lightwood siblings mutual support because we are all about that shit! who’s maryse again

anyway max is kinda their bridge for a while, not even intentionally, but alec and izzy get to get used to the idea that maryse is trying because he tells them about it and he gets to see the small changes in maryse’s behavior you know? and so alec and izzy hear about that

it’s also probably because of max that they get to see her again, i mean, they are all family. and they’re both kinda bracing for some emotionally loaded interactions at the very least

but instead she has like kind of accepted that they don’t feel comfortable with her and that it’s her fault for using them instead of protecting them most of their lives so she leaves them be beyond the pleasantries and they find themselves... relaxing? not enough to talk to her but just to be able to breathe in her presence which is already a lot

so this goes on for a while. also, maryse does end up genuinely trying to help in the anti-valentine crusade, but like, she’s respectful about it? she definitely isn’t taking charge or going after downworlders when they couldn’t trust her, but she has A- intel because she knew him for most of his life and can help predict what he thinks (as can luke) and B- fierceness and willingness to do what he’s told. the fact that whenever a downworlder like luke or magnus tells her what to do she just nods and does as she’s told earns her a lot of points. she also doesn’t demand their trust in any way and doesn’t ask for any information so that helps even if of course it’s still tense for everyone involved. but maryse understands and acknowledges this. in this case the shadowhunter training also helps because she is very used to dealing with following orders, not being told things, and tense/uncomfortable environments lol so that means that she can be there without putting her shadowhunter fragility all over the place or demanding things she doesn’t have the right to

also whenever people ask her why she’s doing this (which happens frequently since you know. why does maryse lightwood care) she says that just accepting her punishment is not enough to undo her mistakes. she is responsible for this mess and it’s on her to help take it down as well as she possibly can

so slowly she starts to gain trust? and slowly her relationship with them both mends

i’m unsure whether alec or izzy would forgive her first. a part of me wants to say izzy because again, i feel like she is really desperate for maryse’s approval, while alec’s whole thing is that he's over needing it. i mean obviously alec is still human and like i said, a family man, so of course he also wants maryse to approve of him and them both to have a good relationship even if he hates that he does. but he’s been working too hard to break out of needing to be on maryse’s good books to start now. in a way, having maryse’s approval is almost triggering because he’s coming to associate maryse’s pride on him with his own suffering

but on the other hand, alec is a family man, and he was closer to maryse than izzy, so i could also see him being the one to forgive her first. maybe he is the one who gets back to talking to her first, but izzy is the one who once starts mending their relationship lowers her guard for real? while alec still has like... snappy and defensive tendencies (which are perfectly valid and healthy of him to have)? you know? like once izzy is like fine let’s give her a chance she actually does, while alec takes a long, long time to lower his guard, and that only happens like, way after valentine is defeated and magnus starts feeling more comfortable around maryse (obviously magnus and maryse won’t ever be BFFs, but over time he can handle her presence, you know? make small talk, have a sorta “i have my mom-in-law but what can we do” dynamic)

and yeah those are my thoughts? it takes some years for them to actually have a good relationship but it builds slowly and maryse does do her homework as much as possible so that’s nice

again, thank you so much for this question and i hope you like my answer

EDIT: here's some more on alec's response to the whole thing. thank you, anon!

#ask #anonymous #shadowhunters #sh #anti maryse lightwood #anti sh writers #anti sh #maryse lightwood #meta #alec lightwood #izzy lightwood #max lightwood #jace herondale #lightwood siblings #magnus bane #luke garroway

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literaphobe · 4 years ago

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tell us the midsummer night’s dream story!!!

oh boy!! ok so some backstory, midsummer night’s dream production happened when i was 14, it was my second year in secondary school (think of it as high school but ages 13-16 instead of 14/15-17/18) AND it was for like... a national competition (where u could be awarded gold, silver or bronze)

the competition was a biannual thing, and in my school, there used to be a rule where year 1 students weren’t allowed to act. it was a very stupid rule. i hated that rule. anyway, since the competition was every two years, when it wasn’t competition year we would do a normal school production. lucky for me, competition year took place in my second and fourth year (so i got two chances to do it. which is SO funny because i ended up quitting the production in my fourth year. i will tell that story if prompted)

so why am i telling u this? it’s because of the year 3 students (who were like my seniors who only got one chance to act in the competition so this was a big deal to them), and how they.... uh.... reacted. honestly it was quite a number of my seniors in the drama club in general who were pieces of fucking shit. anyway let me explain

we did a modern adaptation of a midsummer night’s dream. i auditioned for the role of hermia (the girl who was loved by two men) and so did several of my seniors. and you know! after the auditions we were chatting and i specifically remember asking a senior “hey what role did you audition for? :D” “hermia!” “oh i hope you get the role!!!!”

i got the role of hermia :) i mean... it did not come as a shock to me. every single role i ever played up to this point was a main character role. and the way our director wrote the script hermia was DEF a main character because of the sheer number of scenes she was in (idk the REAL a midsummer night’s dream ok i wouldn’t go fucking read the OG play or anything),,,,,, and many people were pissed about it

the reason was mostly simple...... jealousy. and like i was the only year 2 student getting cast in such a big role. the other 3 out of the 4 lovers were all year 3 students. and my seniors were pissed and they complained behind my back about how i shouldn’t be allowed to have such a big role because i was only a year 2 student. well, if they were so pissed, hm, maybe they shouldn’t have been so, y’know, untalented? :/ like damn i’m sorry my meat is so huge

and it’s not like i got the role because i was hot or anything. oh no! i was fat and not conventionally attractive in any way, and people brought THAT up to shame me..... including the guy who was supposed to play lysander (YOU KNOW THE GUY WHOS SUPPOSED TO ACT IN LOVE WITH MY CHARACTER)..... he was “having trouble acting” and he was blaming it on ME being “not attractive enough” and i think he might have said something about how i should wear eyeliner or something??? he eventually warmed up to me and said YO ACTING W U IS ACTUALLY REAL FUN but in hindsight??? the fact that he would say shit like that in the first place??? FUCK THAT GUY

anyway, the complaints got so bad that i got KICKED OUT OF MY ROLE AS HERMIA,,,, like bitch that shit BROKE me and my director was like yeah i’m sorry.... but also u still get a role don’t worry!! and she gave me this comic relief role (which wasn’t as big a role but i still got quite a lot of lines!! i felt so bad tho because the girl who had the comic relief role lost it because the director couldn’t stand not having me in the play saying shit) WHICH ACTUALLY ENDED UP BEING SO FUN TO PLAY.... AWAKENED MY LOVE FOR COMIC ACTING PERHAPS.... and like. some skinny conventionally attractive year 4 student became the new hermia :/

BUT BUT BUT GUESS WHAT.... BITCH FUCKING SUCKED.... UNTALENTED AS SHIT..... MY DIRECTOR COULDN’T STAND IT.... and by then people didn’t give a shit anymore about who was playing what.... the disappointment of not being special faded for them i guess? :/ and our director was like ok fuck this shit Michelle will be playing hermia again. and the comic relief role went back to the girl who was playing it before! <3 (i did a better job at it but still <3 it’s ok i liked her she was nice so she deserved the role back <3) and my temporary hermia replacement.... idk she either became part of the ensemble or like backstage crew?

oh the thing that was SO cool and fun about our midsummer night’s dream production was that our principal LOVED theatre so she gave us a SHIT ton of money. our props and set were huge as FUCK and so SO pretty. it all looked real we had an actual staircase and a SWING SET (that we couldn’t swing on for real but it still slapped)

i don’t remember any more drama like i mean i had already proved myself to be most suited for the role? by being the fucking best? anyway on the day of the competition a few things went wrong during other people’s scenes. many of the props were knocked over by some careless actors and parts of the set were messed up too (including the swing set!!!! it got SUPER tangled) so my teacher was freaking out and whispering to me seconds before i ran out on stage (oh yeah it was a competition so our performance was 15 minutes and it had to be TIGHT as hell and there was so little space backstage it was a nightmare) “MICHELLE WHEN YOU GO OUT THERE’S GOING TO BE A LOT OF STUFF MESSED UP IF YOU CAN COULD YOU HELP FIX SOME OF THEM”

and boy oh BOY was the place a mess when i walked on stage to do my scene. fucking don’t know what my idiot cast mates did but it was a MESS mess. but like. whatever, y’know? i just decided that the scene being a mess was how the character stumbled upon it, and i fixed the swing set by pretending my character wanted to play with it. i fixed everything in character. and the last thing i did was put back this huge block that toppled over DURING the blackout it was incredible i fixed EVERYTHING all by MYSELF in record timing even tho the IDIOT SENIOR GUY WHO WAS IN THE SCENE WITH ME TOO DID NOTHING (but like in his ‘defense’ the teacher didn’t ask him to do anything)

my teacher literally cried after the performance and hugged me saying i saved the show and that i did amazingly blah blah blah.... like i guess she didn’t expect me to fix Everything in One Scene while keeping completely in character and not messing up any of my lines or any important blocking etc etc..... i really fixed everyone’s mistakes and made it easier on everyone huh :/

anyway! we got the highest rank which was like gold/distinction! i remember everyone in the drama club running around in school telling each other WE GOT IT WE GOT THE DISTINCTION (something our school had never done before,,,, you know until i came along JFKSKDKD i mean group effort and we got a lot of money that year so,, but still) and i was so cocky i was like “yeah duh of course we got it there’s no way we weren’t getting that” (i mean the competition people posted a picture of our school’s performance on their Twitter!!! they didn’t do that for any other school)

LASTLY the judges sent back their remarks on our performance and they said the girl who was playing hermia was incredible!!! no mention of the other three main characters playing the lovers tho :) oh no :) boo hoo :)

#ask #this is so long sorry

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lovelylogans · 5 years ago

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Personally, I would LOVE to know your gilmore girls opinions

i’m gonna talk about my opinions on rory’s love interests bc they have Developed given my rewatch, bls blacklist the tag “annalise talks gilmore girls” if u don’t want any of this gilmore girls Contente

okay SO when i first watched the show, i watched s1/part of s2 with my mom, like. oh god. oh god like six years ago. oh god i’m old

anYWAY i watched s3 in bits and pieces, and most of my other knowledge was gleaned from, like, internet, until i started writing wyliwf and i started delving deep back into gilmore girls content. i focused primarily on s1, w a bit of emphasis on s5 bc the writing of drama/fights in s5 is Chef’s Kiss, and i wanted to steal incorporate those lines into the later chapters of wyliwf. so far, i have seen s1-s5 of gg, and read scripts of some key episodes of s6/s7. SO.

on my first watch, i really liked rory’s character and related to her a lot, bc early season rory felt a lot like high school me—quiet, bookish, focusing on journalism at school, in a school that Prized academic achievement and was Very Competitive in that sense, but that’s a whole other rant—so i liked her a lot. and then you start looking at later seasons, and hoo boy, my opinion of rory nosedives.

like, she’s pretty naive and innocent in s1-s3, that’s part of her whole character charm, right? she’s a sweet kid and she works to contrast lorelai, esp in scenes w richard and emily. however. HOW. EV. ER.

in s4 she gets to college, right? and her character just. PHEW. P H E W. her and dean and her sleeping with him in the s4 finale when she knows FULL WELL that he is M A R R I E D to someone else and attempts to dignify it with “he’s my dean!” like WHAT. WHAT!!!!!!!! lorelai is correct! he is LINDSEY’S dean!!! lindsey was a perfectly sweet girl who did NOTHING to rory other than help her buy something on a field trip! like yeah she was concerned about money and sure if she was that concerned she should have gotten a job, but dean hardly even WANTED to go to college in the first place, but this is a whole other rant!!!

so like dean, i think, was a decent first love for rory, though i dislike that when jess was introduced they worked to dumb him down when he was shown in s1 to attempt to read the books that rory wanted him to read, but i digress. dean was good in those early seasons, he did not deserve to be dragged on by rory when she was crushing on jess, HOWEVER he is a dick for dumping her in front of the whole town and then later on in front of her yale friends (dumping her in public TWICE like BRO????)

and then we get to jess.

i think jess’ character arc is a good one; bad boy eventually caring for others and taking responsibility and growing up a bit. however.

i think he has a good character arc; i am not team jess when it comes to rory. jess DESERVES BETTER, especially later seasons jess!!!! jess deserves to, like, get someone who is equally into his new york hipster scene, and to get a cool little apartment, and just! someone who fits him better! rory and jess Do Not Fit! you’re telling me that s6 rory, yale girl rory, preppy, frankly spoiled rory, deserves JESS, who has actually put in work to develop himself for the better?? no ma’am!!! no MA’AM!!!!! jess deserves good things!

like his and rory’s relationship worked well for developing them in s2/s3, but like, after that? no! have you SEEN revival rory?????? oh my god revival rory is a whole OTHER RANT, esp from the perspective of a journalist, but like! BRO. BRO. jess deserves better!

which is why, when it comes to rory, though i’m not like “ride-or-die” when it comes to “team x!!!” like some other gilmore girl stans are, like i could probably be persuaded to something else if someone posed a good enough argument, i’m team logan.

i also dislike logan. STICK WITH ME HERE. WALK WITH ME.

as i previously mentioned!!! rory’s character NOSEDIVES!! she sleeps with a married man at the start of s4! who does she meet in s5? LOGAN.

why was logan not at yale in s4? BUSY SAILING AROUND THE WORLD IN HIS DAD’S YACHT, WHICH HE EVENTUALLY SUNK. logan’s entire character just REEKS of “privileged white male” to me and i find myself VERY unsympathetic to a lot of his character. like oh boo hoo your dad wants you to inherit his MULTI-MILLION-DOLLAR NEWS EMPIRE that is probably GUTTING local journalist teams and putting them all out of work! that must be so HARD for you! oh you got yourself in jail AGAIN but you never enter the system because you are a rich white boy with a powerful family! oh no! your life is so hard! fuck off!!! are you KIDDING ME?!

(....okay maybe some of my hatred of logan is a misdirection considering the companies much like huntzberger’s that exist in real life that do gut local journalism. gatehouse media, gannett, tribune publishing, this slightly outdated but still good john oliver bit on journalism. check it out. support your local paper, if you have the financial means.)

logan embodies a lot of the yale privilege that also is a strong part of the society that produces the classism of emily and richard; their families are good friends, and yet, his family says that rory’s family isn’t good enough. let me repeat that. the gilmores. are not good enough. for the huntzbergers. someone estimated the gilmore net worth to be approximately upward of fifty million dollars.

think about that privilege.

and now look at rory; rory, who in the later seasons begins the transition that was originally started at chilton. she joins the dar. in s6 during her dropout period, she basically becomes a miniature emily. in the revival, she walks into a job interview and has no ideas prepared. she complains about being broke and not having a job, despite living alone in an apartment in new york and being offered a job by chilton as long as she got her masters that she turns down, along with the trust fund set up by lorelai the first and, doubtless, the money richard left her when he died.

during the revival, rory and logan are still together. despite the fact that logan and rory are both cheating on serious partners; logan, with his fiancée, and rory, with her “forgettable” boyfriend of two years (paul, though boring, also deserves better, like holy shit, could you imagine your girlfriend of TWO YEARS consistently forgetting about you and keep meaning to break up with you but she keeps forgetting????????)

they have a similar flippant attitude toward their work, they have similar attitudes toward their romantic partners, they both tend to think of themselves highly due to their family (”my ancestors came over on the mayflower!” rory says hotly as she’s complaining to logan about his family not seeing her as good enough.) logan makes strident romantic gestures that are, frankly, easy to do when he has that much money to toss around.

rory’s character, as it stood in the revival (which granted i have not watched in full, but i have read reviews and scripts), and logan’s character deserve each other. not dean (who made mistakes, but who is apparently happy now with three daughters and another child on the way) not jess (who is a novelist and cares about his family and DESERVES BETTER) or marty (marty is kind of “boo hoo friendzone :( guy” for me anyway but he does have his merits) but logan. logan and rory deserve each other.

#annalise talks gilmore girls #the 'jess deserves better' argument also stands for the paris x rory ships #god the Potential. the Flavor that that could have had.#but honestly paris deserves better #she also deserves better than doyle tbh #sparrow-flies-south #ask

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j-wonwootrash · 5 years ago

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11 and 31 with seungcheol? Angst pls!! Smt like.. where he cheated on you and you found out and broke off with him

11. “sorry i’m late.”

31. “i don’t know what to feel anymore.”

genre: angst (superrrrr i think, haha u judge)

prompt title: mistakes

a/n: yasss girl!! yassss!! i’m so all for angst nowadays and i hope this fits your liking~ will there be a part 2? hm, i don’t know, we’ll see. the feedback will decide that. 😉

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A bow and an arrow.

Everyone in the world knew these essentials belong to the one who supposedly bring a boy and girl together. They were meant to fall in love, indeed. They did so, yet that was the point, they did. You wondered why, but in the past years, Cupid never told you one thing that could happen:

That Seungcheol could fall out of love.

Did you fall short on his standards? Seungcheol wasn’t far-fetched and all the while you were with him as friends, he first made you feel you were special. The time you were best of friends, he treated you like a queen. And when you answered him, he was your queen.

You have asked yourself, where have you gone wrong? Loyalty and honesty was the second and third in your list, and as love was first, you thought it was the right order.

The night crawled in and the moonlight somehow was the only light source at that moment. Dinner was getting cold and you were getting sleepy. You understood how busy Seungcheol was because of the World Tour and you decided, maybe it was best for him to focus on it since it was his passion.

But that decision was the greatest mistake you made.

“Sorry I’m late. The traffic was really really bad.” Seungcheol came into his apartment, pecking your forehead as he saw you out sitting at the balcony. Not getting a response from you, he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you mad? Aw I’m sorr-”

“I’m leaving.” you took your stuff and headed for the door.

“Y/N?” he questioned as he followed you. “I noticed how you were cold to me even when we face-timed. Anything wrong?”

You turned around, your head almost to exploding at his airheadedness. “Tell me, Seungcheol, there must be a reason why I’m.. cold.” an emphasis onto the latter word.

“Ain’t got a clue.” he stretched his arms up. “Let’s get to bed and maybe watch some Netflix?”

“How about you go Netflix and chill with someone else?” you raised your tone.

A chuckle escaped from his lips. “I didn’t mean it like that y/n. Wait what? Someone else?”

“You think I don’t know? Gosh I’m not stupid Seungcheol!” you threw your bag to the floor. “You cheated on me!”

Seungcheol was taken aback at your response. “Where is this coming from y/n? Do you doubt me?”

“I never did. I never once did! Not until Jeonghan told me that your flight last month for the tour wasn’t in the morning but at night. And yet you were such in a hurry leaving at 7am, and heck, there was a twelve-hour difference!”

“Okay maybe I lied-” he got cut off.

“You went to her, huh. You met Pilsuk that day.” you clicked your tongue, arms crossed as you walked back to the living area.

“Ugh here we go again. How many times do I have to tell you that there’s nothing between me and her? And why are you so assuming to every action I do?!” he clenched his fists that his nails bore into his skin.

“‘How many times do I have to tell you that there’s nothing between me and her?’ Oh boo-hoo Cheol, don’t try making me laugh.” a mocking tone of yours made Seungcheol drop his bags in anger.

“You think you’ve done a great job, huh y/n? Well done! I applaud you!” a sarcastic tone was one thing he could never nail at. He made a clear lie. “How about that you met with Jihoon behind my back?!” he pointed his fingers at you.

You furrowed your brows at his actions. “That was a meeting for your surprise birthday! Along with the others!” you held your tears remembering how he didn’t show up that night, on his birthday. “I’ve been trying to make things work and good for the both of us, and what do I get in return? You slept with her!”

Silence filled the room, the clock that ticked lost its batteries, making it even more silent than it has been. “I slept with her because I thought.. I thought you cheated on me too!”

He stuttered, but he didn’t deny it.

“Now you’re putting the blame on me for the sole reason why you slept with her? Thought is just a feeling, Cheol! You slept with her because you want to be with her!”

“That’s full on crap y/n!” he brushed his hair in anger.

Seungcheol’s expression softened when he approached you as you cried and collapsed on the floor. He never saw you cry ever since you answered ‘yes’ to becoming his girlfriend. “I don’t know what to feel anymore.” you trailed off. “You.. used me to get close to her. And she’s my best friend.. Pilsuk is..”

“Babe..” his voice trembled too, a sound of guilt heard in the word you wouldn’t be able to hear him say anymore. “I’m.. I’m so sorry.. for what I did..”

“Say sorry to the child she’s bearing now.” you wiped your tears away and stood up. A blank expression on your face looked down at Seungcheol. “Tell them that their mother is just a rebound for their father’s desire.”

“Y/N.. Don’t leave me. You know how much I really, really love you..”

“Yes, of course I do know..” you knelt down as you caressed his cheeks where his tears touched the surface of your skin. “But you yourself couldn’t weigh the love you have for me to the one you have with her.. I’m sorry Cheol, but it’s over.” you grabbed your bag that laid on the floor.

“We’re over.”

The words from you was something Seungcheol never wanted to hear. He took your for granted and cried like a child as you stepped out at the door. Your hands couldn’t muffle your cries and the door behind you couldn’t muffle Seungcheol’s.

Seungcheol wanted to contact his best friend, Jeonghan, but failed to do so because his hands were shaking vigorously at the outcome of his relationship with you.

He wondered whether Cupid would do his job again, to make you fall for him again. But he realized the matchmaker couldn’t do just that. He realized it was you who fell out of love,

Because of him.

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen scenario #seventeen stories #seventeen scoups #seungcheol prompt #seungcheol angst #seungcheol writings #seventeen writings #scoups angst #scoups scenario #scoups prompt #svt fanfics #scoups fanfic #svt scoups

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sevengraces · 2 years ago

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The Heroes Journey (To Find A Home)

ch1, You, ch3, ch4, ch5, ch6, ch7, ch8, ch9, ch10, ch11, Title Card

AO3 Link

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The pogtopians discuss, perhaps to an unhealthy degree, what exactly Tommy has gotten himself into this time.

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CW's- Swearing References to violence References to canon murder (temporary) Arguing Chat Wilbur being how he is Tommy being how he is Discussions of cultural disconnects (I invented a lot of bs piglin culture stuff) Child v Child violence (they don't know that though) Canon typical references to war Let me know if I missed anything or if the piglin stuff is wildly offensive, I didn't base it on anything consciously but I might have accidentally? Let me know if it's really shitty and I'll try to fix it.

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Chapter 2- A Tragedy Based In Understanding

Wilbur let out a passionate “Fuck! Tommy, do you know what you just did? Damnit!” as soon as he was sure that Technoblade was out of earshot.

Tubbo furrowed his brow and glanced between the three others, grappling for understanding.

Niki piped up a hesitant, “Got his ass kicked?” as she began to treat the boy’s cuts. They were shallow, far more shallow than a prodigy of the Blood God typically warranted.

Tommy protested but hushed under the combined weight of Niki’s chastising glare and Wilbur’s manic laughter. “What Wil?” he snapped only a touch bitterly.

He pinched his nose and rubbed his face, groaning loudly as he paced violently. “You fucking challenged Technoblade of all people to a traditional trial by combat to settle your feelings, that's what you did! And those things have rules that matter to people, especially those like the Blade, who fought back armies and toppled empires.”

Nikachu’s face whitened at the realization of what had actually happened. “Oh no.”

Tubbo and Tommy made eye contact and glanced quickly between the two elders, “What do you mean, ‘oh no’? Niki?” Tubbo asked anxiously.

“You fucking told me to Wil! Practically begging for me to get my ass kicked.” the blond snapped petulantly.

Wilbur laughed again. “The laws of a trial by combat state quite plainly Tommy, that once satisfaction is reached, which you fucking agreed to once he pinned you by the way, that the fight is over! Done! No further aggression or hard feelings.'' The man swung his hands wide and continued, ignoring Tommy’s complaint entirely, “Meaning that when you agreed you were done and he turned his back on you, that was him acknowledging the satisfaction. Implying trust, that you were cool now, to prove that he wasn’t worried about a godsdamn knife in the back or rock to the skull.”

Tubbo’s eyes widened and he swore under his breath.

“Fine! So what? I broke his stupid fucking fight, he beat me again! Boo hoo! What’s the big deal?” Tommy huffed and bit his lip anxiously.

Wilbur blinked slowly and counted on his exhale, “It wasn’t his fight rule Tommy, it was the established etiquette of a piglin disagreement, which would matter to him more than most piglins or hybrids because of his history in war, where this is also adopted as the standard. Lots of piglins would’ve let it slide assuming you didn’t know anything, so they would’ve disregarded the challenge entirely! But he knows you’re in a fucking war so he assumed you’d know, because he’s been in battles! What do you even think the standard consequence for this is Tommy? Of fucking losing the brawl, agreeing you lost, and then using his sign of respect to attack him like a coward? Hmm? Not a fucking high five for sure!”

Tommy glared, “It wasn’t like, a coward thing Wil! He antagonized Tubbo and pissed me the fuck off! Don’t act like the big man didn’t deserve the godsdamn rock to the noggin.”

Tubbo shook his head, “He wasn’t making a shitty joke about fighting me though, at least I don’t think so? It makes more sense in context, he was just asking if I wanted to settle things with him separately.”

Niki nodded, “Yeah, with the understanding that it’s a ritual that must’ve been a sign of respect too. ‘Cause Tommy insisted they fight but Tommy wasn’t really the one who was wronged, so he was offering to settle debts with you rather than assuming Tommy spoke for you.”

“Yeah, Technoblade behaved perfectly after being challenged, followed all the ceremony, and then even fucking offered Tubbo a chance to do the same.” Wilbur sighed exhaustedly, “Went above and beyond to pay his dues, and then fucking Tommy betrays the formula.”

Tubbo gulped, “So, uhm, what was the punishment? For what Tommy did? Was it just losing again but dishonorably?”

Wilbur shook his head, “No, because of what Tommy did by breaking the tradition after he had acknowledged the settling,” he scrubbed his face and leaned against the wall so that he could sit on the floor with the rest of them, “Technoblade was perfectly within right to slaughter Tommy where he stood, or rather sprawled.”

Tommy gaped, “Wh- well, how was I supposed to know the rules!”

“Tommy you should know better than to fight dirty, plus he thought that you officially challenged him, so of course he assumed you’d know-” Niki glared before softening with a huff.

Wilbur cut her off, “And so when he asked you if you knew what you’d done-”

“Oh gods, he didn’t have to ask, did he?” Tubbo murmured.

“No he really didn’t,” Wilbur laughed, “I thought he was going to fucking kill you dead once I realized what was going on. Notice how he wasn’t even properly pissed until you broke tradition? I thought he was gonna gut you.”

The young blond opened and closed his mouth a few times before whispering, “So uh, why didn’t he? Was it ‘nother rule or something?”

Niki looked to Wil who sighed hesitantly, “Nope, he just fucking decided to show mercy. He asked you if you knew how massively you’d fucked up, and when you said you didn’t he just let you go! Which he didn’t even have to do, even if someone doesn’t know all the rules, once you instigate the combat it’s too late to take it back until it’s done!”

Tubbo tilted his head frustratedly, “Well, why didn’t he kill him then, it isn’t like he needs Tommy?”

“Hey!” Tommy interjected but was ignored.

Nikachu shook her head, “I don’t know, he certainly could have, it isn’t like he feels bad killing kids, clearly.” she finished, hesitantly nodding towards Tubbo, who bit back a flinch at the reminder.

Wilbur shrugged and got up, “I don’t know, but Tommy you better tread fucking lightly, cause even though he released you of the debt by leaving I can’t imagine he wouldn’t hold a grudge about that level of disrespect, even if you were a fucking baby.”

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Technoblade walked back to his personal base slowly, kicking rocks as they appeared.

Chat was angry at him;

He should be dead!

Too kind

Little piggy needs a spine.

You never would’ve got away with that Tech.

Why’d you let him go?

“Chat! Shut up! I wasn’t being kind, he didn’t know alright! I wasn’t being spineless either.” he snarled around the end of the phrase, stumbling back into piglin without noticing.

Chat snickered nastily,

Little pig,

No spine.

He’s lonely isn’t he? How sad.

Technosad.

Techno cringed away from the voices like it would help, his ears twitching in agitation, “Whatever! It wasn’t like that, okay? He didn’t know better, and he was angry, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

It mattered when it was you who didn’t know.

Technoblade sighed, “I just, it was just that, he-”

You didn’t want to hurt another child, nevermind that you’re smaller than them, little runt.

“No! That isn’t it! I just, I just, it isn’t like that.” he leaned against a nearby tree and sat down.

Poor little runt, playing at something other than he is.

You just wanted to be kind this once hmm?

Technolost

EEEEEE

He thinks he can keep them this time

“I know better than that Chat. I never get to keep them, I’ve figured that out by now okay? Only took me fourteen years to get there. But I’m not smaller than they are Chat, I’m so much bigger. They don’t even notice, huh?” Technoblade closed his eyes and sighed, “They should get to be soft and make stupid mistakes without nearly dying for it.”

Chat replied much quieter than before:

You didn’t get that.

So little, so sad

Not fair!

Blood

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Techno sat in silence for a moment before standing and replying, “They don’t know that. They think I’m bigger than I am, that I have way more years than them. I’m not sad, Chat.”

Chat mumbled back a quiet disagreement before hushing at the young piglins’ glazed eyes and soft voice, just barely humming him little comforts as he kept slipping into his native language, the exhaustion resting heavy on his mumbled syllables.

“If I’m soft Chat, what does that make you hmm? Always fawn’ing o’er me.” he barely whispered, trying for a cheeky smirk but missing the mark by a sleepy mile as he stumbled into his base.

Chat laughed quietly;

Makes us yours, makes you ours.

Sleepypig!

Night night little runt!

Technoblade placed his mask on the crafting table and barely managed to kick off his boots as he stumbled into the bedroom. “M’not runt.” he huffed into the pillow.

Chat tittered and continued to lull the young boy to sleep.

#dsmp #c!technoblade #c!tommyinnit #c!wilbur #c!niki #c!tubbo #technoblades chat #kidnoblade #kid!technoblade au #fanfiction #fanfic #grace is writing

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hwarangbangbang · 7 years ago

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im jaebum » kiss the girl

i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on Tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or gifs, however i do take credit for writing these stories.

title- kiss the girl prompt - “we fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? were you breathing on my neck?! (why did I get tingly???????)” pairing - im jaebum/fem!reader tags - drinking, fluff, again hickies, suggestive snuggling, good morning anacondas, train to busan s p o i l e r s im sorry, they're meaningful hickies tho, is that even a thing, little mermaid reference ayyyye, bambam just rly likes hello kitty ok word count - 2,009 words author's note: im sorry this chapter was so shitty, i just got done with school and i have a job so i work like 5 days out of the week, and i have college and payments and bills and ew. But i will try to be as productive as i can with the other members! enjoy!

How you ended up like this, you have no idea.

The last thing you remember was boo-hoo crying along with Youngjae at the ending of Train to Busan, probably annoying the hell out of Yugyeom on Youngjae's left and Jaebum on your right of the couch.

Listen, as much as they wanna complain, Su-an deserved her fucking father -- the scene when he made her let go of him in the train car and he forced himself away was brutal to your heart strings -- and he didn't deserve to die in the end. Neither did the buff dude who's name couldn't come to mind at the time in writing this story.

"Hey, (Y/N)-ah?" Youngjae sniffled out your name, you remembered, causing you to look over and he wiped his eyes. "Could you get me another s-soju, please...?" He asked and you nodded, getting up from your spot next to an already passed out Jaebum, head tilted back on the arm of the couch, exposing his neck and god you had way to many drinks.

You remember wiping your tears and trying to worm your way through the sea of bodies across your living room, slung across one another in slumber.

However, there were six things you woke up to in the morning that you were prepared for.

And one thing you weren't.

BamBam was curled up on the coffee table with a Hello Kitty blanket and a neck pillow (you honestly weren't surprised he could fit on there, he's so skinny-).

Yugyeom and Jinyoung were on the floor to the right of the coffee table, Yugyeom using Jinyoung's sweater as a blanket, and Jinyoung using Yugyeom's stomach as a pillow.

Youngjae was laying on the loveseat, Coco (yes, he brought his dog) sleeping on his chest while Mark was on the floor in front of that sofa.

Jackson was snoring quietly in the recliner with one knee pulled up to his chest rather uncomfortably, and his other sprawled out on the foot rest.

All those were expected. Even your slight hangover was expected.

However, the thing that caught your attention was the thick arm curling around your waist, keeping you pinned beneath the owner and the couch. You were on your back, but you couldn't see the face of who was currently making you suffer from so much body heat. However, you could feel a few things that gave you an idea.

He was breathing in and out slowly, his mouth moving slightly against the expanse of your throat as he stirred and you weren't sure if you were still dreaming because no way in hell can this be who you think it is. But all the signs did scream yes. The silky black strands your right hand was entangled in, the piercings you could feel resting against your shoulder, the other hand poking into your thigh-

Wait a minute.

If your head is resting on one arm of his.

One hand of yours is in his hair.

His other arm is around your waist.

And your other hand is fisted in his shirt.

Oh-

Oh my god.

That's a dick.

That's his dick.

His dick is hard-

Im Jaebum's dick is hard-

and it's-

now poking into your leG.

p a n i c-

Then the lips that were pressed against your neck began to part. And that was when the panic began to low-key set in. Open-mouthed kisses were placed on the space just over your jugular, kisses that had you squirming in the best ways. You were actually enjoying yourself. Until you realized how incredibly wrong it was as to what you were doing.

You liked Jaebum, but he didn't like you. And it was wrong of you to let him do this to you, knowing that he had no idea it was you who he was doing it to. His morning wood had nothing to do with you, his closeness, his tongue technology (a to the g to the u to the sTD- sorry) all of it had nothing to do with you. It was just his dream, and it didn't involve you-

"(Y/N)~"

Or, dreams do come true and he just moaned your fucking name.

His voice startled you, causing you to jump. Which was a bad idea. Because that caused him to switch positions, so now he was on the bottom (hehe, bottom) and you were laying over him, his arms tightly around your torso so you weren't moving anytime soon.

aND YOU COULD feEL his dICK.

Anaconda. Cock-A-Doodle-Do. Pool Noodle. Hot Dog. Banana. Incredible Hulk. The terms are endless but it was there and o h m y g o d. Do you scream, do you cry, who the fuck knows.

You were about to wake him up when what he said next had your face redder than whatever 'set' he was complaining about. "Black makes you look sexier, (Y/N), more dangerous... I like it." Fuc- it's okay, you were fine.

"Jaebum... Jaebum-" You called softly, lightly patting his cheek but all that got was a nose twitch and a small groan. You sighed, before it dawned on you. You'd liked Jaebum for a while... when were you going to get another chance like this? You always thought since you were the third oldest out of the group of friends, two months older than BamBam, that he saw you as some kid. I mean, you two talked amongst each other about photography and such, but he never looked like he saw more of you.

Well, this was a game changer.

Taking all the courage you had, you leaned down and you kissed him. It was quick, barely even a full second, but you pulled back and scanned his face, but found no signs of consciousness.

Until he smirked a few seconds later.

"I knew you liked me, (Y/N)."

His sleepy smirk turned into a full on grin as he flipped the two of you once again, now both your hands on your stomach and his on either side of you, holding himself up. God, he looked gorgeous even when he was just getting up; his hair matted on one side, his voice deeper than ever, it rivaled Jackson's even.

You were pretty sure that you looked a mess. Ruined eyeliner from crying with Youngjae at the end of the movie – your breath probably smelled straight from a dumpster with how much you'd drank combined morning breath and it didn't sound like that good of a combination. You probably even had some drool dried on your chin.

You were sputtering like a dying engine trying to figure out what the hell to say. But he said it for you. "I... I know that I don't seem like I have feelings... for really anything." He confessed, catching your attention down to his plush pink lips just begging for yours. "Jinyoung and Youngjae have been working with me on that- I promise." He added, slightly caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Oh my god, shut up I have a hangover let me sleep!” BamBam croaked out in his slightly deep voice – it was in English, surprisingly, rather than Korean or even Thai – and he just rolled over on his back to face the other way, the small Hello Kitty blanket barely covering his thin, lanky form.

This caused the tension in the room to shift. With you frozen beneath him, after the outburst from BamBam it caused you to go into a fit of giggles; ones you hushed yourself with your hand to keep from waking him up more. Jaebum was no better, biting his bottom lip to stop from laughing himself. After you two calmed down, he resumed his monologue.

Do you think he practiced it?

He totally practiced it.

For the sake of your own ego, you led yourself to believe he practiced it.

"I know I might treat you like a kid sometimes, but that's just because I'm scared of getting close to someone... someone I like a lot and have them leave me in the dust just for my fame. But I-... I know you won't do that to me, (Y/N)... right?"

God, it broke your heart to hear such things come from the singer's mouth. He'd been your friend since he was in the JJ Project, when you and Youngjae were just itty bitty trainees at JYP. Then, you'd landed a job in the production of GOT7, and were a on a team as a artist for their albums and their brand. But you always were honest with everyone, especially the GOT7 members, they were like family to you.

But Jaebum... he was more. He made your heart flutter with every passing glance.

You'd had a crush on him, even in his awkward blonde JJP phase with Jinyoung -- who was like an older brother to you. You would barely talk to Jaebum as a trainee, and when you weren't cutting it for debut, you were surprised to find yourself in JYPD-nim's office, and have him tell you that you got a job instead.

You didn't know it, but when Jaebum was told of the trainees that weren't debuting and were being let go from the company, he had to make sure you were kept on the team. He didn't know how to tell you of his feelings for you, but he would keep you around until he did.

And here he was.

C O N F E S S I N G.

"S-So, (Y/N), will you-"

"Yes. Yes, a billion times yes, just.. one thing."

He tilted his head, a big sleepy grin on his face at your acceptance of his feelings as well as reciprocation. "What's that?"

You bit your lip to hide your smile.

"Kiss me?"

And he sure as hell did. He kissed everywhere -- your eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, everywhere he could reach, leaving you in giggles. Until he kissed somewhere that had you making other noises that you had to clasp your hand over your mouth to hide.

He left exactly five marks on your skin. One for each year he knew you. One for each year that he should have told you. One for each year he left behind with you.

Just as he was finishing the last one, with you just barely managing to push him away from your neck so you could have a minute to breathe without it being into your hand, you heard a round of 'ooh's' sounding around the room.

"Jaebummie-hyung got some!"

Oh my god, Yugyeom. Go back to sleep.

"Good, now he'll stop complaining about her talking with Jackson more than him."

That was Jinyoung.

"She doesn't talk with me that much more!"

You were red in the face.

"Aish! You woke up Coco and now I have a headache!"

"Yah, Youngjae-ah, I think there's pills in the bathroom-"

Everyone was awake aside from BamBam, who was still snoring comfortably on the coffee table, passed out drunk.

And here you were, buried under Jaebum with marks littering your neck from him.

"Come, Jaebum! Kiss the girl!"

Jaebum looked down at you, a big grin on his face.

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#im jaebum #got7 #jb got7 #got7 jb #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines

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mangatxo-blog · 7 years ago

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Blog #1: Things escalated quickly.

My name is Allison and I have a short high school story that I need to share to get off my chest. This involved three people, Jeremy, Cassidy and my self. I would consider my life a dramatic, teenage mess so their is always something going on. I know for a fact, I’ll always have something to share from the past or from the upcoming days.

I don’t know if this would even be considered a comedy, but definitely entertainment.

So where do I start? Right from the beginning. -

Jeremy and I first became friends in science, during tenth grade. And just friends. He was dating a girl named Riley that time. My class was pretty laid back and we all got a long. His assigned seat was always in front of me.

I’ll admit, he got girls. Even my friends thought he was cute. After tenth grade ended, we just became mutual friends and eleventh grade started.

That’s where I met Cassidy. In one of my classes. We became friends and she told me her little crush on Jeremy, thinking I wouldn’t be friends with him whatsoever. During the senior year, Jeremy and Riley broke up. So it was all good.

I told Cassidy, Jeremy and I were actually friends and that left her in shock. The second later she begged me to hook the two up. Awkward. Now I was getting in the middle of this. But I agreed, being a good friend.

Her crush on him started in biology class. Apparently he kind of knew she liked him because her friends in class would always tease the two.

All Jeremy ever did was smile it off. He’s really kind. But she’s a inch or two taller than him and I find that so unattractive.

This whole teasing thing gave me an idea, how how to hook them up. Cassidy and I became so close that we even planned a high school party together but this party has nothing to do with my story. Since the trust was their, I told Cassidy to give me her Instagram and Snapchat passwords. She did.

My plan was to DM Jeremy through her account and ask about some stupid biology homework questions and get his Snapchat, making it seem like it was no big deal and it’s just a regular girl adding a boy from school.

So I did. Big mistake.

I logged into her Snapchat and helped her out, she knew everything that was going on. After they added each other, I messaged him on her account. He obviously replied and I quickly got into flirting with him. Through the whole time, it was actually me flirting with him through her account but clearly he had no idea and thought it was Cassidy. But that was the plan.

This went on for a week where they started to trade ‘pictures’. But I saw all of his.

Cassidy didn’t talk to him once unless I told her he wanted a picture. She was so down to trade, that’s how much she liked him. I found it weird, being in the middle of this then but again, I was just helping.

About two weeks now, he invited her to his house. But no idea knew /they/ were talking because Jeremy liked to keep things low key.

She reached her house but apparently she didn’t reach his standards.

She stopped him from going all the way with him because she got nervous and lied she was on her period. He even told her this, “You’re nothing like you were over Snapchat.” Well duh, because that was me making me all hyped and horny over Snapchat. Her and I are two different people but he’ll never know.

He even rated her a 2 out of 10 when I asked him. He knew I knew about all this cause he realized how close Cassidy and I were.

He told her to leave and he went outside to play basketball when his friends reached his house. She was in his room so his friends would have no idea.

Ever since, he had no interest in her at all. They both had black jansport bags, meaning they both accidentally switched bags. And it was a Friday, the weekend was next.

He texted me and begged me to get his bag from her and give it to him over the weekend. As much as I wanted to help, I couldn’t because I was spending the weekend with my cousins.

He didn’t want to text her and ask or have any contact with her. Jeremy unfollowed Cassidy on social medias and blocked her on Snapchat.

Cassidy called me and told me not to message her anything because her phone was also in her bag and Jeremy could find out our little plan. Thank God she let me know.

Plus somehow she ended up in the hospital and I don’t remember why. That’s where she called me from, but it wasn’t a big injury.

On a Sunday night, Jeremy messaged me and told me to get his bag from her and not let her give it to him the following morning. That’s how much he wanted to stay away from her even though they would reunite in biology class.

I told him I would. I told Cassidy this and she freaked out, arguing with me on how she wants to give him his bag. Awkward.

I was like whatever, because I was not going to fight over a stupid bag. On Monday morning, she arrived early to school and dragged me with her to his locker, where he was with his friends. They switched bags and I felt the two second awkward tension there.

After school, Cassidy would text me and force me to 'work my magic’ so he would continue to talk to her. But what she didn’t see was, he used her and threw her away. And she knew he rated her a 2 out of 10!

If I was her, I would be embarrassed. But I did it for her anyway. (Over her new Snapchat.) Since he blocked her, she made a new snapchat and added him.

She tried to get him to meet with her but he would never agree and tried to be nice about it. Even when she messaged him herself, she would embarrass her self so much. She had no idea how to talk to boys.

It came to a point where him and his friends would laugh or say something when she walked past them. That made Cassidy angry and she finally realized how he felt against her.

But that’s not where it ends. Just because Cassidy and Jeremy stopped talking and ended their non existing relationship, more came along.

Cassidy wasn’t my 'best friend’ but we were close. Her best friend, Ciara hated me. I never met this girl or even talked to her. Maybe she was jealous that I did just a huge favour for Cassidy and that we were pretty close. But whatever.

Ciara and I never got along and hated each other, she was like my enemy.

Apparently, Ciara and Jeremy worked at the same fast food restaurant. She found out it was the same Jeremy that played her best friend.

Ciara hated taking the bus home so she started to flirt with Jeremy and finessed him. She used him for rides, coming back from work. And Cassidy trusted me so much, she told me.

Now if Ciara wasn’t my enemy, I would’ve kept my mouth shut. But boo hoo for her, she was my enemy. I told Jeremy all of this over Snapchat so the messages would go away and I would never get caught.

He promised not to tell anyone, anyway. And he kept that promise.

After he found out, he was mad, more than mad, words could not describe. Jeremy said everything no girl would ever want a boy to say it to them. I was glad he let out his anger in front of me.

A week later, I was thinking of all that happened in the past and I realized I wanted something like that with him. Now I knew he was a good flirt. I also knew he had a big-

I also knew what he wanted and did not want because I learned it through Cassidy’s account. I went behind her back, thinking it was 'okay’ because she was over him. I told him to steal my v card and he agreed.

When he tried to flirt, I didn’t do it back because I did not want him to remember the messages between Cassidy and him. The flirting would sound the same. I told him we would do a one night thing, no relationships whatsoever.

Because I knew that’s what he wanted. Either way, that’s what I wanted too.

He was glad I understood. But if your wondering if we did anything, no we didn’t. After I got off my period, he still didn’t buy any condoms and told me to buy them after another week because I 'loved’ to shop.

Now that was an excuse he used. Ugh boys.

Eventually, he also got a girlfriend and I was glad for him. And today I’m glad me and him didn’t do anything but trade pictures. I see him in the halls and would never consider it awkward, we’re still friends.

After Cassidy found out, she was shocked and not so happy. Because I got further more than her crazy ass ever did. And she never found out about the Ciara thing I did.

Cassidy also got jealous that Jeremy and I remain friends but it really isn’t my fault that I know how to keep it in control with boys.

Today, Cassidy and I are mutual friends, barley. All we say is 'hi’ and 'bye’, sometimes and that’s it. Her and Jeremy never talk, and they never did in person. I heard they have the same semester, meaning all four classes together, which

S U C K S.

SUCKS.

At a point this boy named Alex always bothered me to come over and do sexual things with him that I never wanted to do. He was a friend of Cassidy’s and she told him how I was annoyed and be only messaged me when he was horny. I rejected him every time.

He messaged me out of anger telling me never to talk to him ever again but I never did. He always messaged me first. I asked Cassidy why she did that and she said it was because she 'needed a laugh.’ Now I’m the last person you want to mess with and she knew that.

I messaged Alex telling him before him and I stopped talking, Cassidy liked him.

Which she did. He screenshotted it and send it to her, making her go nuts and asking me why I did that. And I replied with, 'because I needed a laugh.’

She thought I ruined their friendship and made it awkward. But that wasn’t my fault that she tested me. She was clearly jealous that every guy she liked, it always worked out with me and that boy better.

I played her at her own game and won. She never admitted to him she liked him and tried to deny it to me. But a day before she told me she liked him so I was not going to believe her. Alex knew and what was done was done.

Blog #1

I hope you understand what I meant by a dramatic, teenage mess of a life I have.

- Allison.

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hello friends! i was tagged by @harringtonwife in both of these lovely ask memes. thanks doll i love u <3 IM GONNA DO THEM BOTH AT ONCE.

name: Nikki

gender: female

star sign: sagittarius

height: 5′4

sexuality: straight

wallpaper: dacre montgomery and his fucking eyelashes, god damn

ever had a crush on a teacher: no thank god

where do you see yourself in 10 years: *crosses fingers* hopefully not broke lmao

if you could be anywhere rn where would you be: ITALY. ALWAYS ITALY. venice is my home

coolest halloween costume: ezio auditore da firenze from assassin’s creed II shit yeah

fav 90′s show: courage the cowardly dog yeet

last kiss: YIKIES its been awhile, holla @ my insane ex who would write songs about decapitation and murder

fav book: hmm, the heroin diaries by nikki sixx or the thief lord by cornerlia funke

been stood up: a l l the time

been to las vegas: damn, no

fav fruit: blueberries!

fav pair of shoes: i love this pair of white adidas i just got. otherwise probably...i used to wear 1 red and 1 black all star all the time. lmaooo

stupidest thing ever done: jesus this is a long list. i honestly don’t know if i can narrow it down. sooooo many things in high school. maybe like the actual dumbest thing i ever did was wander around the city at 3 am with nothing on me but a pack of cigarettes and a bag of literal lettuce when i was like 13. don’t ask me wtf because i can’t even explain that one

GENERAL

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: on this blog - two. on my others like 3 or 4.

do you want to change your name?: nah im golden

what time did you wake up this morning?: 7:30

what were you doing last night?: work, and then i played the game of thrones telltale game lmao

is there something you can’t wait for?: the next time i can go to italy.

what’ getting on your nerves right now?: all of my bullshit irl friends who keep repeatedly blowing me off and not giving a shit for me, luv u all x

do you have a crush?: no but i have a love of my life - jimmy from my moms work

what do you like about yourself?: uh, not a whole lot. like maybe i can be funny sometimes

WANTS

kids?: i hate kids, but maybe it’s different if they’re your own. idk. maybe. in general i really don’t like them and i feel i’d be a terrible parent so probably not lmao

married?: maybe, i wish i could tell for sure that someone would never leave me lolol

career?: I used to want to be a marching band instructor (lol) but now maybe im thinking whatever gets me enough money to be able to travel abroad

LASTS

drink?: dark mocha frappuccino from starbucks, classy

meal?: a skillet from dennys

phone call?: i almost never answer the phone, probably my grandparents lmao

text?: “I bought a $30 scratch off, im gonna be a millionaire” to my friend

song listened to?: wind of change - bee gees JUDGE ME

cried?: a few days ago but i almost did yesterday because i was listening to a symphonic movement that was so beautiful, judge me again LMAO

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

made a new friend?: YES! ABSOLUTELY AND I AM BLESSED.

fallen out of it?: fallen out of what? friendship? if so, yes. sadly.

met someone who changed you?: not really

found out who your true friends are?: i think i already knew, but them being shitty just reaffirms what i already knew

found out someone was talking about you?: yes lolol

NOW

eating?: air

drinking?: dark mocha frappuccino

listening to?: um, wind of change - bee gees lol, still

i’m about to?: go to fucking work

lips or eyes?: eyes

hugs or kisses?: hugs

nose or neck kisses?: both lmao

shorter or taller?: taller

older or younger?: older for sure, i guess it doesn’t matter so much as long as they’re 1. legal and 2. don’t have the maturity level of a fucking 12 year old

hook up or relationship?: relationship

HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger?: no

drank liquor?: yeah

lost glasses?: dont wear ‘em 8)

sex on first date?: uh, what do u call the first date lmaooo

broken someones heart?: yes and i actually feel bad about those times still to this day

been arrested?: nope

turned someone down?: yikes yes

developed a crush on a friend?: uh, sort of. i feel like became friends with a crush is a better way to put it

dated someone 2x?: nope

been cheated on?: no

kissed someone and regretted it?: yes :x

lost someone special?: yes

been depressed?: c o n s t a n t l y, aw boo hoo me

been drunk & thrown up?: yes lmao

talked to someone with the same name as you?: one of my best friends legally changed her name to be the same as my name, so yes, i fucking have and it still fucking makes me angry to this day!!!! lol!!!!!

DO YOU BELIEVE…

in yourself?: um, no. lmao it sounds really emo but not at all

miracles?: i feel like i’d say no but surviving an extremely terrible car accident says otherwise. maybe someone is watching out for me

love at first sight?: does that mean im in love with dacre montgomery

heaven?: i’m not really religious, but you know, maybe i do believe in it

santa?: lmao nah

witchcraft?: maybe not witchcraft but like sketchy unexplained shit as a broad category, shit yeah

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE TAG, YOU ARE A BLESSED SOULLLL

#ask meme #replies #shut the fuck up

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