#but at the present moment all we have are the clues and we cant make them make sense yet so it's kinda overwhelming and frustrating

[sargentsblu]

anxiously waiting for the moment where everything connects beautifully at the end and i can rewatch the whole season knowing how it all ends

[divinesolas]

Forgettable date

r.q: Can I request a sweet smut modern aemond x fem reader where they were both so busy that they forgot about valentines day so aemond surprises reader with a romantic dinner and they end up just skipping dinner for some steamy bedroom time and in the middle of it, aemond whispers to reader "you're mine" and that was his way of proposing to reader, thank youu

w.c: 1.1k

c.w: office worker!reader, fluff, sweet aemond, aemonds job is left ambiguous, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, not proofread.

You were so swamped with work you had no concept of time, you were sure it was february as you had to pay your rent on the first of every month but if someone asked you what day it was you would have no clue. Same goes for your boyfriend of three years aemond, despite the fact the two of you dont work in the same field your schedules just so happen to both be so packed all the time.

as the rest of your coworkers began to pack up their stuff for the day you sat at your desk still fiverously typing away at your computer, you had a presentation in a couple days and report due tomorrow afternoon so you had decided to stay overtime.

some of your coworkers had come over to talk to you as they were wrapping up for today.

“you got any plans after work?”

“no.”

one of them gasps, “what do you mean? he didnt plan anything?”

you furrow your brows but dont turn to look at them, “what do you mean? he?”

“your boyfriend? or did you guys break up or something?” you turn to her at the mention of him and tilt your head, “why would he have planned something?”

one of them laughs while the one your looking at shakes her head and sighs, “do you really not know? its valentines day.”

“no…” you turn towards your computer, looking at the date and gasping, “oh my god. i had no idea.”

“did you guys not talk this morning?”

“we did but neither of us mentioned anything.”

“maybe hes planning on surprising you later.”

you groan and run your hands along your face. what if he was and you had nothing prepared? shit you didnt even have a gift for him.

your coworkers laugh and wish you good luck before they leave.

you have an internal debate before deciding to pull out your phone to text him.

‘aemond oh my god happy valentines day it completely slipped my mind im so sorry.’

you anxiously bite your nails as you wait for him to respond. youre tempted to lock your phone shut as you notice the three bubbles pop up.

‘oh is it valentines day? i had no idea. im so sorry baby ive been swamped with work happy valentines day my love. im about to get off for the day, ill see you once you get home. love you ❤️’

you let out a sigh of relief at him admitting that he had no clue either. most people would assume that he was just saying that to make you feel better but you knew aemond wasnt like that and he wouldn't hold it against you.

‘i cant wait to see you my love. im going to be staying for a bit longer to wrap up.’

You notice he reads the next then decide that you’ll pick up some baked goods on the way home as a gift and hope that you dont stay too long as you turn off your phone and get back to work.

an hour and a half later with a box of a variety of backed goods in hand turning the key to your shared apartment with aemond. youre immediately hit with the smell of your favor meal and a smile graces your face. he knows you love it when he cooks.

“im in the dining room my love.”

you walk in and you gasp at the sight of the set up table set with flowers and candles with your favorite meal plated out.

you feel hands wrap around your waist from behind you and a kiss placed on your cheek.

“aemond..”

“happy valentines day my love.”

he lets go and take the bag out of you hands, “you picked this up?”

“on my way home. grabbed your favorite.”

he hums and walks back over to you after he places the bag on the table.

he grabs your cheeks and gives you, “how was work?” he mumbles as he continues to kiss you, “it was good, report done,” you pause for a moment as he begins to kiss down your jaw and sigh, “presentation almost done.”

he begins to trail kisses down your neck, stopping to suck on it.

“you?”

he hums, “fine.”

hes not much of a talker, especially not when hes busy leaving hickeys over your next.

“aemond the food.”

“fuck the food. i have a meal right in front of me.”

you squeal as he lifts you up bridal style and carries you upstairs to you bedroom. “youre so ridiculous aemond.”

you yelp when he tosses you on the bed and makes his way on top of you, kissing you deeply.

he pulls away from you grabs his shirt from the back of his neck and rips it off before he goes back to kissing you.

you moan against his lips and he pulls away from you hand moving down to your waist to take off your pants, your underwear sliding along with them.

“aemond.” you whine as he begins to kiss down your stomach.

“let me take care of you tonight.”

he licks a strip up your slit and uses his hands to grip your waist and presses you down as he continues to lick at you. your heads reach down and grip at his hair pressing him closer. you can feel him laugh against you which leads you to moan out loud, “aemond.”

“let me take care of you.” he repeats and wraps his lips around your clit sucking on it leading you to throw your head back onto your pillow.

he doesn't let up even when he can tell youre close and youre begging him to slow down he keeps up his pace until hes finished licking up every drop of your cum after you had finished and kisses his way back up and smiles at you.

“happy?”

“ill be happy after you fuck me.”

“you're never sated my love.”

in a rush you both take off the rest of your clothes and he reaches over to grab a condom out your bedside table before you reach out and grab his wrist.

he looks over at you with a confused look, “if you dont want continue.”

“thats not it i just,, maybe we dont need it tonight.”

hes face turns smug as he grabs the hand you had wrapped around his wrist to kiss it.

“i love you.”

“i love you to-” youre interrupted by him pushing into you and you moan gripping onto his shoulders and bringing yourself into the crook of his neck.

“fuck you always feel so good my love.”

you cant respond as he begins to thrust into you. his hands lock with yours and his lips are right against your ear.

“youre mine.”

you moan, “say it.”

“im yours aemond im yours.”

you dont notice as he reaches over into the bedside table and grabs a tiny black box.

“then marry me.”

you feel like you're in a daze as he continues to thrust and shows you a stunning ring inside the box.

“what?”

“marry me.”

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

so this here is auggie: semi finalized!!! halliwell's... probably? not going to be his last name but i had no clue what surname to give him so its acting as a stand in aaa

so this is the blorbo. the new bsd oc i have been working on. from the fanfic i am Struggling with. same guy from the Art a while ago. august (i like the month okay) whatever last name i decide on at a later date.

notes!

his ability is called lucy locket! i actually came up with the ability's function first, and then i found that it fit pretty well. basically its a pocket dimension accessed via the users pockets. so far it has infinite storage, but whatever is added or removed at the present moment has to have been able to fit in the pocket originally. so you cant add/remove a large waterbottle from tiny jean pockets, for example. i like to think it only works when august himself pulls something out or puts something in. so. yknow. "not a penny was there in it, only ribbon round it". hehe

hes 25 because as much as a harp on bsd i also suck with ages so i rng-ed a number between 21 and 27 chcbdj

his birthday is june 21st! stole that from james orchard halliwell (see where that came from now) phillipps, bc he was the first to record the nursery rhyme. i also think him being born on the summer solstice in june but being named august is soo funny.

forgot to add it in correctly but his height is 5'8! that's about 173 cm? i think? i rounded it up technically its only like. 172.72?

168??? pounds??? which is apparently like 76kg? look i have no clue how weights work either i just took my own weight looked up the average for an adult and made something up. dont expect it to make sense.

bloodtype is a! i thought it was weird that the blood types were mentioned at all in the character bios but then i remembered the whole stereotype thing so i just picked whatever i thought fit.

he likes goldfish (hence the socks and earrings), rice (its rice), and hats (because they are so neat)! i was thinking about funny sock patterns and then i was looking at the wiki page for catherine maria fischer (the supposed kitty fisher in the nursery rhyme) and one of her paintings had a fishbowl in it. and then i thought about yoimiya because i had been drawing her before and. yknow. he definitely does has a small hat collection, but he'd rather them not be damaged at work. theyre saved for parties and formal gatherings!

dislikes are long explanations, pollen (allergy 😔), and unpleasant textures (like bedsheets that give you the Feeling when you scratch them). he likes it when people get to the point, and im projecting my own sensory issues onto him hxjsj

moving on we have design notes!

so here's our boy.

starting with the shirt, its actually based on one of the shirts i own. it's got the solid torso and the loose sheer sleeves, and i thought that was neat! though for him i think the sleeves would be a bit more opaque, and he's wearing a vest!

as for the tie you can see i noted that it's a bit of a cross between a criss cross tie and like... a sailor tie? i know it says bolo but thats because the word i was looking for was Tie Brooch for the pendant in the middle.

the cargo shorts!!! so obviously to best use his ability august needs something with rather large pockets, but i didn't know how to add those in. initially i wanted to go with some tights or normal slacks and have him wear a hoodie, but it was kind of... eh? so i tried cargo pants but those didn't work either. so then i tried on shorts and i Realized what needed to be done fhdjjws

knee high socks! i asked what how silly we should get with them and eni said knee highs and nobody said ankle with silly patterns so i combined the two! i think the combination is really funny.

the shoes! theyre just sneakers. comfy!

moving on

i dont actually like this doodle but we're gonna have to bear with it augu

the earrings! theyre little fishies! initially i had different earrings planned but i wanted the fish socks to match with something hdhdhdh

hair tie! august has got the rest of his hair tied up with a little bow. i think its cute bfbdbd

and so you can see what i meant, here's the page of concepts i did!

you can see the cargo pants, the hoodie, as well as the old earring design. i was playing around with the sleeves for a while xhdhhs

plus i got silly with one so maybe ill do smth with that at some point idk idk

[hermiones-amortentia]

what do you think about the romione detractors who bring up jkr's personal life saying she crushed on a "ron" (her best friend or something) but married a "harry"? i think it makes no sense, they are fictional characters and we dont know anything about her husband. and i saw an anti romione claiming jkr cant write romantic relationships that arent toxic bc of her own life and it shouldve been harmony

Even if we agree that's what happened, she wrote the last 4 books when she was already married to Dr. Neil Murray. Her present husband. They even have a daughter.

Even after marrying a Harry, she, as in Hermione, fantasized about her irl Ron SO MUCH that she wrote a whole book series and made her fictional self marry her fictional Ron and made them have babies.

'I wrote Hermione/Ron as a form of WishFulfilment and that's how it was conceived..... It had very little to do with literature and more to do with VERY PERSONAL REASONS...'

So she agrees she fantasized about Ron while still being married to Harry. He called Harry 'a gutsy and good person'.

'I married Harry potter. He is a very good and gutsy person and that's who Harry is'

-JKR

So even after marrying a good and gutsy person, having a good married life, she still couldn't stop fantasizing about making out with her irl Ron and having babies with him. That should be the ultimate clue what kind of effect Ron has on Hermione. No matter who Hermione marries, she will never be able to move on from Ron and she will always fantasize about him. JKR herself is a proof.

Ron is addictive. He makes you feel all kind of emotions at once. He brings out the sides in you that you didn't even know you had in yourself. He will infuriate you, irritate you. You will want to kill him in annoyance. But the next moment you will feel like you want him to pin you against a wall and snog you senseless.

Harry can NEVER EVER bring out this kind of emotions in her. NEVER. life with Harry would be monotonous and boring. Life with Ron will always be adventurous and exciting.

Bet JKR still thinks lying beside her husband at night 'what if it was him....' 😉

[archer3-13]

i think why i like jerid messa, outside of the objective hilariousness of

"but that kid looks like a boy" -> all of jerids friends and loved ones dying

is that hes a genuinely really interesting parallel to char aznabale from the original 0079, but his legacy in fandom places him as something of a different character type altogether.

i say parallel, because i do think jerid was created with the intention of paralleling char aznabale in the same manner that kamille parallels amuro ray: an older officer pilot of the enemy organization [with blond hair] who forms an early rivalry with the protagonist due to a sense of humiliation from being outmanoeuvred by a 'total newb' pilot and who develops newtype powers in time for their final battle with the protagonist after losing a loved one [or several in jerids case].

he is in essence zetas char clone, but given what his legacy in the gundam meta narrative sense has been across series and in uc itself its clear he wasn't able to actually make that work given as hes remembered as 'that joke of a dude who kept trying to kill kamille'.

i think thats for a few reasons.

1] hes not nearly as cool as char, or rather hes never really presented as cool as char gets presented as. jerids a lot more openly insecure and emotional in his moments of vulnerability or in his passions, and he doesnt really have much in the way of a street cred when we first meet him and he only develops said cred in the titans well the organization is deteriorating. char by comparison is introduced to us as the 'fearsome red comet' during the arguable height of zeons power.

2] he never really gets to be a threat to kamille. both jerid and char are ultimately equally unsuccessful in their attempts to defeat their rivals, but where char gets to easily dominate his and amuros early fights before getting put on the back foot at jaburo to show how far amuros come, kamille often dominates a lot of his and jerids early fights and it never really improves for jerid after that [even if they're arguably suppose to be becoming more skilled in parallel to each other compared to amuro and chars relation]. this is no better illustrated then kamille kicking jerids gun out of his hobbled ass before tossing jerid down mount kilimanjaro.

3] char was something of a shaker and mover of the plot well also being amuros rival. he kills garma, he takes a leading position during jaburo, he relentlessly pursues amuro in space and he kills kycillia prematurely ending the war. jerid kills people kamille cares about, but ultimately hes just a cog in the machine of the gryps war. meaning other characters are more important to look out for, leaving him somewhat easily ignored. ya know, outside of the funny haha joke of inadvertently helping secure the downfall of the titans cause he laughed at kamilles name.

and i cant help but find that kinda interesting, in the same way i find iok kujan interesting as a parallel to orga itsuki [charismatic commanders who suck at piloting mobile suits and whos men are intensely willing to throw their lives away for, despite said commanders not really having a god damn clue what they're doing].

[idealspawn]

tbh now that i think of it i kind of needed him not for himself but for myself too. so that is fucked up a bit maybe from my side too. like that i needed someone secure enough to kind of mm trust them and be truly honest and transparent and loving and giving but not because i so very much loved them and wanted to give TO THEM but to see if i can trust myself to let myself be giving. if that makes sense. to let myself try be securely attached. but not necessarily because im madly in love. but like train my vulnerability. he said he read my poem and it was nice, cheesy at times but with good parallels and metaphores. i explained one part to him more in detail too bc it was pretty open to interpretation. he said he will write it down but i dont think he will. but it also feels so cringe because he was meant to read it when he still had feelings for me. also a good um.. stepping stone for me i guess. to admit i have feelings for someone still when they dont, although im acc not too sure myself how much i was truly madly attached either. feels good to swallow my pride though. i also tend to lose feelings when ppl arent attracted to me which is good. i dont have a problem w chasing him. im attracted to ppl being attracted to me which in a way, from me, is also a bit fucked up. he also didnt become a part of my real immediate daily routine as i didnt really text w him too much. we just were together irl a lot and really present in those times. and i also made sure i didnt abandon my friends this time so i still massively have my support system w me. but it sucks a bit bc i literally talked abt him to so many of my friends but its okay like i dont owe anyone anything to last just bc i talked abt it. and shit changes. just bc i said sth true in one moment doesnt mean i has to stay true forever or that now that it isnt true anymore that it couldnt have been immensely true at one point. one thing that was pretty fucked up tho is that he told me he wanted to have sex w me just bc he was looking for certainty and answers abt his feelings from there not bc he acc felt connected to me. like i usually.. want to be intimate when i feel love not disconnect..... and now he said he didnt find it from there. but like.. we were literally both so high and it was such a bad situation. no wonder you cant feel a spark bc i was literally numb like a vegetable. he said he knows it was a bad decision but like why do you take this situation to tell you clues abt what next then. and like. the same way with all our previous hangouts when i felt sth off. like the reason it was off was bc he was off and not fully honest abt it. it felt like such a relief when he said all the words out so rawly at last and i felt i could come out of this weird anxious shell of a performance i had on w him the past few times bc of the way i felt sth was weird but i couldnt tell what it was so i couldnt fully be normal myself either. so like the last times he gave me "chances" couldnt have been proper chances to show him anything true bc it didnt feel like... normal. there was an elephant in the room that was standing right between us. but he refused to address it when i tried to. i guess i got my answer that its not that im weird that i keep getting into these awk situations but that the other person feels weird and that is the thing affecting me. im fucking normal. i cried a bit too like its not that i am not affected by it at all but i think im kind of fine. i anyway didnt see him for 2 weeks now. its just weird bc we had plans which made us be together daily for like 2 weeks straight and um. i dont know if i can do that. even if we are friends bc i dont usually do that w my friends really. its weird. but like. fuck idk.

[problemnyatic]

how do you move on from something terrible you may have done while you were at the lowest point youd ever been in your life? how do you forgive yourself when closure is not an option? i want to apologize to them but i cant. i cant contact them ever and i cant even remember what i did, only guess with that memory is left to me. and there might be a part of me thats still too bitter to apologize. they talk so much about love but when i was bleeding on the floor they kicked me before they left, they talked shit behind my back while i was out of it and delusional and unable to explain anything. and now ive heard they talk about healing from Me. they never brought up a single thing about my behaviour until they told me to get fucked then told me my communication is shit and that im a hypocrite. i had no clue id done anything wrong until they abandoned me. what am i even supposed to do in a situation like this

I... worry that it will become a pattern that folks come to me expecting me to solve their deeply tangled emotional knots. While I have the ability to, it takes a lot to even receive an ask like this, let alone to answer it adequately. I am not a therapist, I am simply getting a good grade in therapy. I will answer this one, but please, folks, I have less energy to spare than it may seem. I can't save all of you individually.

With that said..

I've done terrible things in the past that I'd take back in a second. I've had moments where I know others came away hurt, but I'll never know if I could've done better in the moment, if it was truly my own failing that was the key factor at play.

The ambiguous ones are harder.

Ultimately, you will need to learn for yourself how to make peace with the past. It cannot be changed. And it seems that in your case, you've taken disproportionate and inhumane punishment for whatever your infractions may have been.

When we carry the past on our shoulders, agonizing on what the "right" way to feel about it is, we keep ourselves from moving forward, from growing. Regardless of how much, and of what, was your fault, it seems the best path is to let go and move on.

It's never gonna feel good.

But the best you can do by those you have wronged is to grow, and that means leaving your regrets die and decompose to fertilze the soil you grow from. Move forward with stronger boundaries, moving more slowly, mindfully of others. Understand your limits, and be forthright with them - even if they feel shameful, the right people would be glad to have the heads up, rather than have to pry them from hiding or worse- hit them like a landmine.

And ultimately? If you were never told you needed to change until they'd already burned the bridge? That's on them. Even if you'd been doing wrong by them, even if you'd secretly been a horrible friend, expecting someone to read minds and simply Realize They're Fucking Up without ever being actually told is petty, avoidant bullshit.

The right friends know when to tell you to fuck off before real damage is done.

Take a deep breath, and as you let it out, slowly, let the past flow out with it. There's nothing to be salvaged back there, but the future can be, the present can be.

I'm sorry you went through this, and good luck going forward♡

[rin-and-jade]

Hiii! I hope you had a great year or at least you had fun and felt that you're alive, safe and loved :) the holydays are coming and I cant shake the feeling that I must wish you a peaceful one :'D I hate holydays :')

So. I dont know if you can remember me. Im that person who's told you about all my struggles regarding studying and having issues with controlling my attention and how I couldn't manage to pass an exam bc of my dissociation/ time processing i think a year ago i've written you that message... (I managed to pass the second one and it was great actually) but I wanted to ask you something. If you have the knowledge and/ or experience of course. At first I must point out i've been diagnosed with bpd, I dont know if this is a trait of it or if its DID... but. im having trouble with identifying whether this kind of problem is among others with DID or if Im just strictly borderline (maybe its just denial) and so. is it something thats related to bordeline if im not seeing this personalities as being "present" as I am? Like, i cant say they have ever been there at least as always as long as I am most of the time. I feel like they are always just standing behind me looking after me but at the same time letting me doing all the work. Sure. there are times when some dude is taking over to do the physical chores or the dude whos taking over just to have fun and get drunk (she's here right now cuz im tipsy and tried to "have fun") or when im in nature the hippy one comes near just to show me how important it is just being alive and appreciating nature.... but I dont feel like they are some separeted beings from me. As I was saying, they let me do all the work. I happen sometimes to have emotional amnesia and doing things without having control but they arent here! Does it make sense? Sometimes they speak to me and try to make themselves understood but only in those moments when im not aware as though they're sneaky and trying to hide from me... I doesnt seem fair, thats all.. and im really trying to make peace with them and whenever the persecutor comes into action im telling him to go fuck himself and try to be a bully with somebody else not with the persons who suffered. I mean why doesnt he try to come when we actually need him? For example when somebody is mean to us and we need to stop let ourselves be the black sheep or even when we feel verbally atacked? So im trying to get reasonable with him at that part. But there arent any signs that they really exist... they are somewhere deep I cant acces anything. And im thinking. I must have a to much active imagination. I given my sorrows and anxieties names, personalities overall. I feel guilty bc I dont want to seem like a bad person just for trying to find out what is going on in my dissociated mind (i dissociate a lot. So much that i cant understand my current life).... I dont want to seem like i pretend that I am someone or more likely somebodies that I am not.

So to summerize this: is it something common to find yourself that you lack the life activity around you of your personalities? They are only coming when its something urgent like remembering stuff at work or something that puts us in danger for not being neurotypicals, or when we need to remember what we studyied, what our names is, or how old are we (dont even get me started we sometimes guess wrong :'). ) when we have stuff to do and I feel like shit and I cant handle. What do you think? Sorry for the long message Im only trying to figure this out. Maybe you'll have a clue what im talking about because im getting the feeling that im too drunk to write concise (also this is not my first language)

Im gonna sign with two initials so you'll know from now on if we ever have other questions to ask you with L. (shes always trying to help shes the flower power one) and E. (shes just plain bold and very brave at everything she does)

Again im wishing you a wonderful day/night and a peaceful holyday (　・ω・)♡♡♡♤♤♤

Wait.. i KNOW you, it’s the brisk break method i ever told because sometimes focusing for too long depletes people’s energy faster and some other tips! Im so glad you actually passed because I’ve been sat here thinking if theres a change in your studies after seeing your ask being answered.

Would you pour me a glass too here as i say some stuffs,, also im having a great holiday, merry xmas.

I would admit that when we talk about alternate personalities between BPD and DID, its bit hard to actually discern which is which because it’s broad and everyone has it uniquely (aka will never be the same, thus cannot rule out easily) so.. hm. I have a way to explain and guide to your conclusion:

These two mental conditions fall into the same dissociative spectrum with different severity, thus why it may have similarities and could even overlap which will be harder to tell which belongs to what. That being said, the similarities with these two would be: some level of identity separation/disconnection, has normal and emotinal amnesia, automatic responses by dissociating to keep oneself from danger, and some inconsistencies with yourself.

The difference settles on the severity, how its triggered, and what related symptoms are commonly associated with the disorder.

As a bpd holder i can clearly tell apart which is from the disorder or not; you will have some sense of alternation, with this it won’t be as bad and you are aware that it’s part of you (which not always the case for did) + it doesn’t necessarily involve a shift in age, worldview or how you see yourself physically and more limited to states, percievings, and feelings. The critics are also in first-person for e.g. “this is so fricking stupid of me to say __ before, why did i do that???” That won’t apply to did.

Thats for one, though i want to keep it short so in general i want to say that bpd is from “idk which version of me is the actual me and i have a hard time finding and sticking to an authentic one” while did is “idk who i am and i thought i like this which turns out untrue after a few hours and i barely have got a sense of myself which makes me get stumped whenever i got asked something” kind of thing.

Things that are more bpd related: have struggles maintaining relations, mood swingy, fear of abandonment, emotional impermanence, anxious, very susceptible to amygdala hijacking

Things that are more did related: shifted sense of time, significant memory gaps, problems with memory consolidation and recall, frequent dissociation, feeling out of body, feeling not like yourself, inconsistent preferences

I cannot vouch if this is a yes or no about the question, coming from a system myself. So i hope you can do a bit more digging and use my insight to further help you, also feel free to contact me via DMs if it’s stull confusing. For now, i advice you to read more resources and take my words into account,

See you later!

- j

[clover-the-awesomest]

OKAY...

Okay...

I can speak now.

SO!! I am gonna give my thoughts in list form because I just. Have. SO MANY THOUGHTS about this update, especially since I finally came to it on time for like. The first time ever. SO! Enjoy my little rambles!

Pinging @somerandomdudelmao and @tapakah0 because I will be making some predictions via my thoughts and will be going in debth with my thoughts as much as possible and I just. Want them to see how much we all love this comic. (And I want them to know how insane I was while waiting lmfao)

Notice how Cass put in a lot more detail in the first panel! They've stated beforehand already that they put more detail in the bits that get them emotional; I can see why they cried. THIS PANEL IS ADORABLLLLLLLLLLE (DISASTER TWINS CUDDLEZZZZZZ)

And also, in the same panel, we get a good look at Leo's shell! (Finally) And look - It has a giant scar on it from... Something. I think I know what though! I think we saw Leo get this very same scar in "The Little Things," aka when Donnie was patching up his twin after an accident with the giant screws and shit. Another emotional moment for Cass back then, which kinda maybe sorta clues in for us that the two scenes between that one and the current cuddle scene here that they're connected. (You just watched me fail to explain how 2 scenes are connected lmfao)

MURDER DRONES VIBES IN PANEL 2 (Donnie's alarm is his Ninpo, aka literally himself. He- He uses himself as an alarm. The main character for an animated show on YouTube called Murder Drones has the same situation since she's a robot. Her alarm is literally built into her face lmfao)

LEO IMMEDIATELY WAKES UP WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE WTF-

PFFT- LOOK AT LEO GETTING BONKED IN THE HEAD OMIGOSH-

Donnie's talking about Leo not getting a cold and giving him full clothing while in the apocalypse all the man had to wear was a scarf and pants bruh.

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." Right after he says this, Leo just. Has a dorky smile on his face for almost 2 whole pages and just ignores Donnie that entire time. I just find that fuccin adorable.

Some may be confused as to why Donnie looks so sad after Leo says that btw, but I think I've figured it out. Back during the apocalypse, I suspect Leo had a habit of not eating enough and instead leaving the rest of what he refused to eat for other people he cared about. Maybe he refused to receive enough food from the cooks, or maybe he poured the rest of his rations into other people's bowls while they weren't looking. (We saw him do this for Casey actually at some point) Naturally, the only people who knew this were his brothers. Duh. And now that he's in the present, Donnie hasn't really thought much about that little habit of Leo's. Despite the slider's size and muscle mass, he definitely strikes me as the guy who didn't give two shits about his health in reality. And until now, that's the way it's been. Now though, Donnie is hearing Leo say he isn't hungry when they have plenty of food to supply themselves with, and it hurts him more than ever before. In the future they lived in, it was at least understandable why Leo did what he did. But now? There's no excuse. And Donnie is forgetting that Leo never really noticed the fact that they're in the past now. So to Donnie, Leo saying he isn't hungry is a personal attack to his gut. So yeah. Hope I got that right!

BRUH THEY'RE STILL LEECHING OFF OF DRAXUM'S SHIT OH MY GOSH THAT IS HILARIOUS

"Guess who I brought back to life~!" Is said so casually-

Oh hey look it's the sneak peek we saw yesterday~

NOT DONNIE STRAIGHT UP SLAPPING LEO JUST TO GET HIM TO MOVE TOWARDS HIS LITTLE BROTHER-

AND NOT MIKEY LITERALLY CRACKING LEO'S NECK-

"How do I feel!!?? I saw you die!" "I saw YOU DIE!" Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Yep I'm crying now thx-

PFT- LOOK AT MIKEY JUST HANGING LIMP WHILE RAPH HUGS THEM I CANT- THAT IS SO FUNNY OMIGOSH

RAPH SQUISH RAPH S Q U I S H

OH G O D. Raph finally speaking in the first person again hit me HARD. For a while we haven't seen/heard him speak in the first person, let alone at all, and now that we're finally hearing him speak in the first person again with Leo... UGH THAT HURT ME!! (I can't remember if he's done this before since he got revived and I honestly don't have the time to look back and check)

OMIGOSH RAPH IS SO BEEEEGGGGGGG

"I know it would make more sense for Leo to roll up his sleeve or something, but I like how it flaps!" No no that's fair it looks adorkable like that anyways <3

GOD CASS I LOVE THIS UPDATE SO MUCH YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB NOW

R E S T

Part 22!

I know it would make more sense for Leo to roll up or tie this empty sleeve. But I like how it flaps haha

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Also~ Yes. It’s Donnie’s clothes

[montanalvr]

dating tony montana hcs because i cannot get enough of my beloved coke man.

- getting spoiled to the MAX. you want something extremely expensive? you receive it. money isnt a problem for him, so your requests rarely get denied.

- similarly, your birthday presents are always unreasonably extravagant. every year, you receive something that realistically mustve cost tony a fortune.

- tony really loves introducing you to cuban traditions. hes insanely proud of his heritage, and finds great pleasure in introducing it to you.

- if you dont speak or understand spanish, this man will spend HOURS teaching you. a majority of his lessons will be related to cussing someone out - however, youll still learn valuable words and phrases.

- sometimes, tony will use spanish petnames when referring to you, even if you dont understand what hes saying.

- tony also LOVES dancing with you. even if its just silly, mindless jumping around, it never fails to put a smile on his face.

- manny and gina are your best friends. the two of them are extremely appreciative of you, and never fail to let you know how much tony cares for you. additionally, they clue you in on embarrassing secrets about him (tony never finds out about this, of course).

- tony is beyond overprotective. if another guy or girl is caught looking at you for more than five seconds, he will get absolutely pissed. most of the time, he simply throws an arm around your waist or gives you a kiss, but will not hesitate to beat someone if the message isnt received.

- this man would for sure leave a multitude of hickeys on almost every exposed map of skin you have. this includes your neck, jaw, and collarbones. anytime a wandering pair of eyes rests upon said location, tony cant help but feel accomplished.

- tony is in love with every part of you. during the more intimate moments the two of you engage in, he will waste no time absolutely worshiping you. sometimes, he completely ignores his own needs and focuses entirely on you.

- on the topic of intimacy, i genuinely believe that tony would be more of a ‘slow and gentle’ type more than a ‘fast and rough’ type. of course, this changes, but he hates the idea of treating you aggressively in any way.

- we all know that he would definitely have a breeding kink - its practically confirmed in the film. no matter what gender you are, the idea of you carrying his children is something that excites him immensely.

- the PRAISE he would give you. tony would constantly remind you of what a good job you were doing, and how good you feel.

- on a more wholesome note, tony would love buying clothing for you. sometimes, the two of you will wear matching outfits, despite how cheesy it is.

- the cuddles this man will give you - oh man. after a particularly hard day at work, all tony will want to do is cuddle. before he drifts off to sleep each night, he always makes sure that youre tucked securely against his chest.

- tony certainly gets insecure, unfortunately. sometimes, he will completely shut down, convincing himself that you dont deserve him. his lifestyle isnt ideal in the slightest, and the idea of possibly hurting you kills him.

- he also tends to compare himself to others, and tends to get paranoid that you may leave him for someone more suitable.

- you could never leave him, though, and you try your hardest to assure him that he IS enough. during these words of confirmation, he becomes particularly cuddly.

- waking up beside him every morning is almost unbearably serene. tony gets a very relaxed, peaceful look on his face while asleep, and the smile that graces his features as he wakes up is heartwarming.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest. 

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.  

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers. 

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex. 

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.” 

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.” 

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen. 

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?” 

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.” 

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day. 

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day? 

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head. 

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.” 

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.” 

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.” 

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea. 

“Are we there?” 

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots. 

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.” 

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks. 

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were. 

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect. 

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other. 

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf. 

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots. 

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon. 

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke. 

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank. 

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more. 

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank. 

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you. 

Fuck I think I love you. 

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn. 

“You know Frank, I think I love you.” 

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat. 

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel. 

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts. 

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now. 

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment. 

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second. 

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.

[howisavedtheworld]

how i love you | kuroo tetsuro

genre: fluff again! i cant help myself ok😩 kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader, established relationship i guess

warnings: kuroo being a huge flirt,, some curse words i think, nothing serious honestly just going on a date w kuroo and eating spicy ramen, if u dont like spicy food im srry u do for the sake of this fic LOL <3

a/n: kuroo is a total flirt like he will play it off just to see u get embarrassed GOD i NEED IT,,,right NOW 💳💥✋🏾

wc: a short and sweet 954 :)

“are you sure? you literally hate spicy ramen, tetsu.” your boyfriend’s eyes peek over at you from his menu, glints of determination ever present.

“ugh, i already told you, babe.” he whines. “i’m building my spice tolerance! i’m tired of my tongue only being able to handle sweet things.” his eyebrows wiggle suggestively at you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

“i have no idea what you mean by tha-“

“oh, you have no idea?” his menu falls quickly to the table as he leans towards you in the dimly-lit booth.

you hide your face behind your menu, ignoring his half-witted advances.

“nope. no clue. anyways, i’m thinking of getting the nagoya ra-“

“no, babe, babe. let me explain. basically what i was trying to say is that i really like sweet things.”

“what are you thinking of getting?” you try to evade him. “i know you said you wanted to get something spicy, but maybe you should play it saf-“

“by far my favorite thing to eat, oh, and it’s a really, really sweet thing is p-“ his voice mimics a purr, sending vibrations to your entire body.

“kuroo.” you tilt your menu towards him to make eye contact pleadingly. “we’re in public.”

his face contorts to one of confusion as he scoffs.

you realize that he’s caught you in the web of sexual tension that he built.

“huh? what were you thinking of? i was gonna say pie. apple pie. kenma’s been sharing them with me, and i didn’t even realize how much i liked them!” there’s a playful gleam in his eyes now, and you let out the breath you were holding.

“ohmygod, i hate you.” you groan, lightly smacking his arm with your menu. “i hope your ramen is too spicy and you can’t even finish it.”

he lets out a hearty laugh, and his familiar calloused fingers grasp yours affectionately.

“let’s hope not, cus i really do want this ramen.”

while his words ring true, you have a gut feeling that this will not go in his favor.

your gut feeling is right.

just two orders of piping hot ramen bowls later, kuroo tetsurou is a babbling mess.

his shirt is now stained from the reddish broth, and his lips are plump, embodying a deep shade of pink.

every two seconds, he takes a sharp inhale and he won’t stop begging you for yet another sip of your water.

you indulge him, of course, sliding your glass over to his side of the booth.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, tetsu.” you shake your head, watching him effortlessly chug down your full glass of ice water.

he places it back down with a satisfied ah! and looks at you, a dribble of water chasing down his chin.

“thanks,” he grins. his smile slowly wipes away as he glances down at his still full and steaming bowl, letting out a few exaggerated whines.

you chuckle, taking a few bites out of yours easily.

he marvels at you, a soft exclamation leaving his lips.

“how the hell do you do that?”

you shrug. “you know i like spicy food, babe.”

“you’re amazing, you know that?”

you roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. it’s just like tetsuro to make such a bold claim about you doing something as simple as eating ramen.

“i’m serious!” he gapes at you. “i can barely eat this!”

“thanks, babe.” you respond weakly, having never gotten used to the ease with which he finds the things you do worthy of praise. “we just have different spice tolerances. everyone does. don’t feel bad.”

he snorts. “okay, now you’re just pitying me. see how mine was actually sweet? you’re all like,” his voice switches to a mocking tone. “your tongue is sooo underdeveloped but don’t feel bad about your stupid little tastebuds.”

your mouth drops abruptly, and you let out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“i didn’t even say that!”

“but i could tell, i could decipher what you meant-“

“that’s not what i meant!”

“yeah, okay.” he jokingly grumbles while you let yourself be consumed by your laughter.

it’s just like tetsuro to do things like this as well. to make all of your moments of love be filled with just as much laughter, to remind you that he has so much love for you that it spills into every thing he does. every joke he cracks at you is an attempt to see you smile, every time his fingers clasp in yours, he’s sending a signal. even the time he gets spicy ramen knowing he has no spice tolerance, he does it to feel even closer to you. to let you know that his love exceeds any inkling of uncertainty, that he would hang the moon and stars just to prove it.

“babe, honestly, this water didn’t really help much. do you think i could get a kiss?” his eyes look hopeful towards you, and you smile.

“yeah. tetsu, of course.”

you both lean in, eyes locked on each other until your lips ghost.

you smile again, hand moving to caress his face.

he pushes into you first, lips soft and familiar, and you taste his chapstick, and the aftermath of spicy ramen.

most of all, you can feel the way he loves you.

when he pulls away, he stirs for a second, holding up a finger.

you look at him expectantly, not realizing that he just had to let out a hefty burp.

“kuroo!” you pull away, waving away the scent of spicy ramen and egg. “why in my face?”

“sorry, babe. it’s how you know i love you.”

you will always be sure of that.

[enhyupn]

the perfect date! three

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 3.9k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned, jealousy, arguments

ask to be on taglist, updates are irregular

a/n when i saved this yesterday it deleted like half of this pls </3 but i hope all of you enjoy this i cant tell if it’s longer than usual but it might be!

taglist: @dchannie17 @simluvbot @jaeyuni @neocrush @penghoons @min-arya @sunooflowerss @badroseee @cha-raena @ghjasksdk @strawr @jaypen @nanachuu @nikisboxysmile @softkons

if you had the choice between listening to your next door neighbour nishimura riki screech-sing a minecraft parody at two in the morning and sitting awkwardly in a classroom with three boys that hate each other, you would of chosen the first option without a doubt. as much as you desperately wished riki would keep his singing at a more reasonable time, you found that to be a more attractive option than whatever you were forced to go through at that moment.

peaceful, comfortable silence could not be compared to the suffocating, hostile silence you were then experiencing in the 3-A classroom. taking glances in between the three boys could tell you they all had one thing in common, an irritated expression taking over their faces. you awkwardly shuffle in your seat as you tried to open your mouth in attempt to start a long awaited conversation, something you desperately needed to do as the school was closing in a later thirty minutes.

“so...” you pursed your lips before stretching your arms awkwardly in an attempt to get some movement involved. everything you were about to say felt uncomfortable with everything happening around you. “about the festival booth?”.

even with your attempt the three boys didn’t budge from their glares at each other, eyes narrowed with their arms crossed in an attempt to look serious (it just looked silly if we’re being honest). it was like they weren’t there to actually help with the booth, just an excuse to stupidly glare at each other for an hour. you tap your fingers lightly on your desk, trying to find something to do in this silence. being there for already an hour, it was getting exhausting sitting there and experiencing whatever what was going on.

you let a tired sigh out. maybe it was the way the clock’s ticking sounding a little bit louder than usual, or maybe it was the audible sound of cars driving past your school driving you almost to the brink of insanity but all of a sudden you had felt like you just suddenly snapped.

“if we aren’t going to be doing anything i’ll be taking my leave” you stand up from you seat abruptly, shocking the boys in front of you as you frowned disappointedly at them. “sunghoon take my name off the list, i’m sorry i just can’t take this anymore”.

“woah woah y/n wait a second—” jay stood up trying to stop you. you were in the middle of packing your belongings up into your bag, an irritated expression being the only thing visible on your face.

“i’m here to help our incompetent class out; not to watch you idiots stare at each other!” you huffed as you threw your bag up onto your shoulder. jake’s eyes widened as he held a grip onto your wrist, only to be met with your glaring eyes causing him to drop his hand in fear. “what’s even with you guys? why can’t you just get over whatever happened so we can actually do something?” you bit your lip in annoyance as you scanned their expressions, the look on their faces closely resembling a child whose parent just scolded them for acting out.

“y/n please stay” sunghoon pleaded, his face softening in attempts that you’d listen to him. you let a sigh out before taking a glance at jake, who hadn’t said anything to you yet.

“please?” jake asked quietly. “if you leave i might end up fist fighting jay” the honesty in his voice was the thing that made you drop your bag, not wanting to taint jake’s golden boy image as it could directly get you involved.

“why did you have to mention me?” jay rolled his eyes, not so happy he was involved in jake’s scenario. he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, taking a look at you to see if you were going to listen to him. to his surprise you sat down, a not so pleasant look on your face as you pulled out a piece of paper from your bag.

“you guys are insufferable” you bitterly let out, sighing as you rest your chin onto your palm. you had the feeling your frown wouldn’t leave your face this whole meeting.

“okay” sunghoon cleared his throat, he didn’t want any bickering to to ensue as he knew it would just make you leave in annoyance. he blinks a few times, making sure that everyone was finally paying attention. “so the candied apples”.

your head turned over to jay, who had his hand in the air in attempt to catch sunghoon’s attention. sunghoon nods at him, confirming that he’s allowed to voice his thoughts. “cosplay—”.

“that’s enough from jay” sunghoon sighed as jake tried to keep in a laugh that was desperate to escape. your eyes shift away from jay too, stifling a laugh due to his sunghoon’s sudden cut off. one of the many traits of jay was being a tease, however from the many times you’ve spoken from jay in the past; you couldn’t really tell when he was joking or not. “can we please take this seriously?” sunghoon narrowed his eyes towards jay, only to receive his eyes rolling in return.

“i’m being serious” jay mumbled, only audible to you as you finally got rid of the incoming laugh, hiding it with a lip bite that honestly looked a little awkward. jay turns to you with an eyebrow raised, seemingly looking like he wanted to ask you a question. “how about you y/n? what do you think we should do?” you break eye contact with him bashfully, the first thing you see when you turn your head is jake’s striking eyes. your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you lower your head down to face the table.

“w-well—”

“stop pressing y/n to speak asshole” jake spat out, his words caused to you snap your head back to it’s proper position, eyes wide open at his vulgar word. from your left ear you could almost pick up jay’s tch, a sign he was greatly annoyed by jake once again. your eyes meet sunghoon, the fear in his eyes matching yours as you both await another jay—jake argument.

“i’m not pressuring them to do anything?” jay spoke in a matter-of-fact way. he leaned forward, his face getting closer to jakes as he smirked. “if you wanna talk about pressuring, what was that whole thing earlier about putting your feelings on y/n like that?”.

sunghoon’s eyebrow raised in suspicion, being the only one out of the four in the room that didn’t have a clue on what was going on. you play with your fingers, a bit agitated with the mood created in the room. how did jay know? did he eavesdrop? or was the blushing tint on jake’s face when he arrived back into the classroom after confessing his feelings the thing that made it obvious?

you could see jake’s face glow with a tint of red, the emotion of anger taking over everything. you gulped, you’ve known jake long enough to know he enjoys his privacy and someone listening to his private feelings was a total violation. you flinch slightly in your seat, jake suddenly standing up from his seat causing the chair to squeak due to the friction between the floor.

“you heard us talking?” jake’s voice was the complete opposite of nice and calm, the rage completely dominating his way of speaking. you had even noticed his voice raising, something you’ve only really been present for only twice before. “you’re so obsessive, you can’t even leave y/n alone to speak with their best friend”.

“jake, jay stop—”

“best friend? listen to yourself buddy” jay chuckled to himself, arms crossing as he cut off sunghoon’s attempt to shut down this argument. “even you acknowledge the fact that’s all you’ll ever be”.

“jay stop” at this point you knew it was your turn to step in. standing up with your hands on the table keeping yourself hoisted up, you sigh out in exhaustion; the whole argument making you extremely tired while only just watching it. “jake, you too”. you lick your lips, your mouth feeling dry due to your inconsistent breaths. sunghoon’s eyes softened while looking at you, he was thankful for you for stopping them before anything physical escalated.

“it’s literally day one of meeting each other and you two are already at each other’s throats! i don’t know, or care, why you two hate each other but using valuable time to just lash out at each other is just so... stupid!” you added, your emotions getting to the best of you as you tried to get in between them. you look down at your watch, the clock making your groan in irritation when you realised the time. “great, school’s closing in ten minutes too”.

“y/n let’s schedule this another day” sunghoon stood up. reading the room, he picked up his bag to pack up his things so the four of you can go home. you smile to him sincerely, you were thankful that at least someone actually wanted to do some work. “when emotions aren’t as high, i suppose”.

“y/n i’m sorry—” jake rapidly picked up his things before shoving them down his bag, hoping that whatever he was doing could at least save the image you had of him in your head.

“we’ll talk later” you interrupted him, not wanting to really listen to him further. you swing your bag behind your back, properly putting it on as you headed towards the door. “i’ll talk to you later too jay”.

jay simply nodded with a slight frown. he was disappointed in himself due to the fact he’s already made a terrible impression of himself on the first day he was back. his plan was to get you to fall for him like he did for you during middle school, not get you to hate him as he tried to get your attention. although, his plan might of worked, if only you didn’t have jake sim by your side.

sunghoon sighed as he placed his bag on his back, scanning the aftermath of the scene. jake sat defeated in his seat while jay held his cheek in his palm. sunghoon scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should question what the cause of the argument was. he stood quite awkwardly, his feet shuffling not knowing what to say.

“if you don’t wanna get locked up in here, you might wanna think about getting a move on” the harshness in his voice caused him to wince, not wanting to come off that strongly to some boys that already got a scolding. “also” he added in attempts to lighten up their already cloudy mood, “i’m not good at this romance thing but if you guys wanna get y/n’s attention, i don’t think arguing with each other is the way to go”.

the two boys lifted their heads up, the piece of advice not really helping with their situation but it did something at least. sunghoon gave them an awkward smile, making his way towards the classroom’s door as the embarrassment finally hit him when he made eye contact with them earlier that minute. he silently scolded himself for his words, not knowing if it helped them or now.

with sunghoon gone, only jake and jay were left in the room. the two boys that (to their own knowledge) drove everyone out of the classroom. jake let out a sigh, looking around the classroom not wanting to make eye contact with the boy sitting across from him. jay licked his lips in irritation, standing up from his seat as he held his bag like a hand bag. his eyes looked straight at jake’s avoiding eyes, the boy could feel them but was reluctant to meet his eyes.

“this whole thing’s stupid” jay murmured. he rubbed the his temples, realising how infuriating it must of been for you to listen to the two of them the whole day. “what i said was stupid and sorry i listened to whatever you were telling y/n earlier. that sunghoon guy is right, as much as it pains me to admit it, we shouldn’t be acting like this”.

his words were the thing that made jake stand up, finally looking at him. he let out a long and deep sigh before picking up his bag. “it sounded like it hurt you to say that apology too, thanks” jake chuckled, “but i guess i’m sorry too, for what i said five minutes ago”. jay raised an eyebrow, surprised that he even accepted his apology.

“i guess we just have to let y/n’s feelings decide this” jay stretched his arms out, the feeling of his previous stiffness going away. jake nodded slowly as he made his way to the boy. “but can we make this one thing clear”.

“and that is?” jake questioned with his head slightly tilted. at last, the two were making their way outside the classroom. with only three minutes left until the school’s closure, they surprisingly made it out just in time.

“if y/n’s feelings pick that class president, sunghoon guy” a teasing tone was laced into his words. “we’ll definitely have to interfere”.

walking through the streets you have already memorised due to the amount of times you’ve passed through them should of been an enjoyable moment. only, the lingering memories of the two boy’s incredibly stupid argument kept popping back into your head as you so desperately tried to focus on the setting sun.

with your hands in your pockets you let out a sigh, water vapour spewing out of your mouth due to the cold air surrounding you. again, none of the back and forth insults were anything of your fault but the guilt took over your senses when you realised once again you were the bridging point between them. you were thankful for sunghoon, who didn’t engage in their bickering (completely forgetting he had participated in glaring at them for a good chunk of your meeting).

you thought back to your moment with jake earlier that afternoon. the memory almost shocking you so much that you had to stop in your tracks. you realised you hadn’t even given him an answer, you also hadn’t even acknowledged it even when jay mentioned it personally. your fingers found themselves playing with the hem of your sleeve, the feeling of more guilt taking over the memory. you remembered jake’s words, they weren’t the most sincerest or romantic of words but you could tell he was serious about what he was saying.

you felt your knees grow weak, with your hands covering your face you fall to the ground. the only thing keeping you up were your feet firmly held to the ground, your knees bent in a position where you looked completely devastated in. there weren’t any tears coming out, it was your brain simply shutting down when you had finally processed everything in your head.

“y/n are you—” you body shook in shock when you had felt a hand on your shoulder. out of instinct you stood up, your overwhelmed mood changing into fear. in the process, you had accidentally hit whoever had approached you in the chin. a painful groan let out and your eyes widened when you had recognised the voice.

“sunghoon?” you turned around almost instantly. your face morphing into an expression full of dread. if having to listen to jake and jay wasn’t bad enough, you might of permanently damaged the prettiest boy at your school’s face with the top of your head.

“y/n— ouch” sunghoon’s eyes met yours, pain was written all over his face as he held his hand to his chin. your mouth flies open as you bring your hands to his chin, cupping his face trying to inspect what had happened.

“oh my god i’m so sorry, no really i am” your words came out quick, even tripping over them as you rapidly scanned his face to see if anything had left a scar. “are you okay? i’m so stupid, i didn’t mean it. i’ll get an ice pack, there’s a 7/11 around here i’ll just—”.

“y/n it’s fine” the hidden laugh in his voice and his now resting hand on you shoulder made your jaw drop at his calmness. “it didn’t hurt that much—”.

“no you’re chin’s swollen!” you squinted your eyes as you got closer to his face. “and it’s red—”.

“no no, i’m fine” he cuts you off again, taking a step back so you wouldn’t further notice the growing blush on his face. you looked at him suspiciously, wanting to question him more on the seemingly painful injury but stopped when you realised he might just deny them all.

“well umm....” you pat the sides of your coat, looking for something to give to him as an apology. your eyes light up when you feel the outline of a lollipop in the right pocket of your school blazer. “here” taking it out of the pocket, you bashfully held it out. you didn’t really understand where this shyness came from. “it’s not much of an apology but i’ll get you something tomorrow to make up for it, and i’ll pay for any medical bill you get”.

sunghoon let a quite chuckle out, surprising you due to the fact he was only just in pain a mere minute ago. he gratefully took the piece of candy in your hand, placing it in his own pocket before showing you a bright smile that you could of sworn could blind you. “i don’t need to go the hospital, plus the pains gone” he flashes you a quick look at his side profile, his jawline causing you to stop breathing for a second. “see, all good”.

“w-well” you let out, your feet shuffling in place awkwardly still not really over his previous action. you rack through your mind to figure out what to say next, knowing if you just apologised once more you would be just running in circles. “you live around here?” if you had a little person placed on your shoulder, like the cartoon from lizzie mcguire, they would of probably be screaming in your ears out of second hand embarrassment.

“i’m only asking this because i live near here!” you added quickly in attempt to save yourself. “and it’d be fun if we walked home together or something like that?” you let a quiet groan out at your embarrassingly long spew. you sent him an awkward smile as you played with your fingers anxiously.

“i do” he smiled cheerfully, you felt your cheeks heat up. he points to the street behind you, you felt yourself turn around in the direction to see exactly what he was pointing at. “i live down that road, about ten minutes from here”.

“ohhh” you blissfully let out, a smile couldn’t help but creep in. “i live down that road too! maybe six minutes away”.

the both of you silently yet comfortably stand in silence before you gesture towards the road behind you with your hands, signalling him that maybe it’s time to get a move on. the boy let’s out a small oh before making his way towards you.

you flinch when you feel his hand graze yours. feeling your shock, he sends you an apologetic look. “sorry, i have a habit of swaying my arms around” he spoke, you nodded with your cheeks warming up. almost instantaneously after that small interaction, you two walk down the road together side by side.

it wasn’t as bad as you would thought originally, walking home with sunghoon you mean. you always had assumed sunghoon was a boring and cold guy that never had anything to say unless it was regarding academics. clearly, you were completely wrong, he was chatty and had enough of a sense of humour to have you laughing at his very few jokes. granted, those few jokes were him being sarcastic and wasn’t originally supposed to be a joke but the way he had said them cracked you up.

before this day the two of you hadn’t really shared any words together, other than that one incident in the hallway months before, the two of you spoke like any other classmates that needed help from each other. you couldn’t help but dazedly stare at him as he spoke, the way he passionately told you about his best friend heeseung’s attempts to get him to join the dance club was enough for you to soften at his words. being his classmate for a number of months, you knew he wasn’t really one to talk unless being spoken to.

you felt a sense of pride, hearing him talk so much about his interests and even his input in your own replies. a part of you wished that this moment could never end—

“you’re phone’s ringing” sunghoon’s words caused your eyes snap open from your daze. the feeling of the vibration coming from your pocket started to feel uncomfortable as you took it out. your eyes widen in confusion when you had realised it was jay that called.

you answered the call with hesitation, unsure what the reason for this unscheduled call was for. “hello?” you quietly spoke into the phone as you brought the speaker towards your ears. sunghoon silently cursed to himself when he had realised jay’s voice was muffled, meaning he had no way of understanding what was going on without asking you.

“you’re what?” your voice had raised, sunghoon looked at you worryingly as you glanced over at him with a small smile that wasn’t that much reassuring. “i’ll get there as fast as i can”. you turn to sunghoon with a look that was apologetic, he could already predict the words you were about to tell him.

“i need to go” you continued as you end the call. the pace in your words faster than usual and the way your eyebrows were creased made sunghoon suspicious. “everything’s fine, jay’s just being stupid”.

“it’s fine y/n” he so desperately wanted to protest against your leave but he knew from your tone of voice that you needed to go. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” hearing his words you took a few steps forward. you nodded before setting off at a quick pace, the way you ran made sunghoon grow more irritated when he finally processed that you were seeing jay.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, maybe we can walk home properly then?” you had glanced back with your voice raised so he could properly hear you. even though you were already at a lengthy distance, you could hear sunghoon’s faint yes. with a small wave you turning around, quickening your pace down the road.

back to where you had left sunghoon, his calm and collected coverup had completely shattered down. he let out an annoyed groan, his hands finding their way to the top of his hair to ruffle it slightly to express his displeasure. he rolled his eyes, roughly placing his hands in his pockets.

“he just had to call them now?” he could feel his hands turn into fists in his pockets. he bit his bottom lip, the thought of you two together just fuelling his rage. “why did he even need y/n” he mumbled, kicking a rock in front of him quite pathetically.

“piece of shit”

[fear-before-valor]

AU Ficlet: Jim, who was raised by the Order from the age of five, attends Arcadia Oaks High, for his first day of human high school. Weird things happen in Arcadia, though, and his appearance seems to be one such weird thing to the residents in this small, strange town... 

Aka: How an Order-raised Jim met Toby and Claire

Words: 2939 II Warnings: none II ok to rb --

Jim dropped his backpack at the empty desk next to one Tobias Domzalski’s, one of the only people at school who’d been properly friendly to him so far. It was Jim’s first day of mortal high school, and he’d been vetted mercilessly by every student group but Tobias’s, though he was beginning to suspect that said group consisted of only Tobias.

Of course, Jim had been screening his peers right back, but it was still exhausting. He thought he’d been ready after the Order’s… extensive lessons on humanity, and how to fit in with the mortals like himself, but already, everything he’d done felt like it must have been a social faux pas of some kind.

Act quiet around the quiet kids? Then no one speaks, until the silence grows so long that it’s awkward, and starting up a conversation makes it feel painfully forced. So, okay, maybe find some louder kids and try to blend in with them. Except, they start to grow obnoxious, and at some point, the headache simply stops being worth it.

Jim wasn’t even going to dare try and bond with the overly studious; he wasn’t here to vie for valedictorian, nor was he all that interested in making grades that separated him from the pack. Not to mention, he much preferred whatever lessons the Order could teach him anyway. They were very practical things, going over philosophy, strategy, combat, computations. He was already conversational in Bellroc and Skrael’s original languages, and though he knew Spanish would be equally valuable, the Spanish teacher seemed… intense, in a way that Bellroc and Skrael, who could likewise be rigorous sometimes, were not.

In fact, the only class he was indeed eager to take was history—and, okay, perhaps physical education didn’t sound horrendous, so long as he was careful about holding back in certain areas—because while he could learn plenty of history from his very ancient guardians, to hear of human history from the mouths of humans, like himself… it sounded unique, in a way that he hoped was amenable, at the very least, if not genuinely interesting or entertaining.

As he sat down in the chair beside Tobias, the boy seemed to light up, beaming over at Jim, a reaction that he hadn’t expected from his peer. He’d thought he’d rather botched his first conversation with Tobias in homeroom that morning, as he hadn’t known anything about anything that Tobias had referenced (what on earth was Gun Robot?). But, evidently, he must have done something well—or at least, acceptably— because Tobias was leaning over and excitedly holding out his hand to show Jim something which clattered in his palm as he moved. Politely, Jim glanced over to see what it was, and—oh.

Oh no.

That was definitely the remains of a troll.

Tobias was holding out small, grey pebbles for him to see, on which Jim could just make out hints of tattoos that had been etched into the troll while they were alive.

Holding back his mild panic, he gave a tight smile and a nod, as his classmate diagnosed them incorrectly as gneiss—which, admittedly, Jim thought wasn’t a bad guess, really. It’s not like the other boy had any reason to think that the rocks he was holding were anything but an average metamorphic stone.

Tobias was looking to Jim for a response, though, so he opened his mouth to speak, breathing in—

—magic.

Jim froze once more. The distinct tingle of magic had just washed over his senses, keen and undeniable, unlike anything else he’d felt that day.

It was raw, underdeveloped, not yet bolstered by the right teacher, but it was there, and it spoke in tones of purple, pulsing with potential.

Jim was no wizard himself, much preferring combat to the arcane arts, having not a strong penchant for it or its intricacies and delicate, temperamental nature, but even still, he’d been raised with the three most powerful magic-users in the known world. They’d taught him from youth how to recognize when magic was present, how to glean as many clues as he possibly could about it, or who might have cast it, might be walking in it, based on its style and scent, its intensity, or its intentionality. He wasn’t quite the best at sensing the finer details, nor could he find it when it was masked, but when it was open, unhidden, he could feel it like a mild electric shock that one might get when touching a door handle in dry weather; he could sense it like the faint scent of ozone during a storm, or like a prickle on the hairs on the back of his neck, when lightning was about to strike.

What’s going on? He thought, as he turned his head in the direction of the epicenter of the magic. First, there’s troll remains in the hands of a classmate with the same schedule as him, and then there’s—the girl, there. The girl with the blue streak in her hair.

The witch.

She’d caught him staring, as she set her books down on a desk in the front row, a couple columns over from his. Beside her plopped down two more girls—her friends, Jim noted, as they chattered familiarly, cheerfully.

The girl gave him an awkward smile, then, and Jim realized that he must have been staring for a few moments too long, so he rapidly flicked his eyes back to the surface of his own desk, trying not to think about the flush he could feel splash across the back of his neck, or the tips of his ears.

Tobias did not grant him such grace.

“Ooh,” he grinned, smug as a cat in a sunbeam. “That’s Claire Nuñez. President of the drama club, valedictorian candidate, great actress. She’s tied with Seamus Johnson and Shannon Longhannon for top of the class right now, I heard. She’s wicked smart, and—Jim?” Tobias huffed, “Are you paying attention to me?”

Jim’s eyes darted back to his new friend, from where they’d been briefly studying Claire Nuñez’s back, trying to get a more in-depth read on her arcana. He nodded distractedly. “Yeah, yeah, smart, a president; I heard you.”

Tobias sighed, shaking his head. “Jim.”

Jim raised an eyebrow, indicating that he was listening.

“She’s out of your league.” He deadpanned. “She’s super popular, and you’re, no offense, definitely not.”

Jim shot Tobias a confused look, brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

The boy stared openly at Jim. “What do you mean, ‘what do you mean’? Do you really not— Oh my god.”

Jim blinked. “What?”

Tobias shook his head. “Jim, you’ve kinda… scared a lot of the people in our class today. They don’t know what to think about you. You’re like a giant question mark! No one even knows where you came from—”

“Ohio.” Jim recited his cover story, which Skrael had helped him pick the night previous. They’d chosen a city that started with a c… right. “Columbus, Ohio.”

Tobias shot him a deadpan look. “Okay, fine, Jim Lake from Columbus, Ohio. Why’d you suddenly move to Arcadia, then? Why not L.A.? Why not Burbank?”

Jim frowned. “Do you interrogate every newcomer like this? My parents got a good job opportunity here.” He held up one hand, “And before you ask—real estate.”

“Oh yeah? How come I haven’t seen them put up ads, then?” Tobias crossed his arms. “I’m just saying, dude; I think you’re cool, but you freak a lot of people out with that brooding, silent thing you do.”

Jim snorted. “I do what?”

“Y’know—”

“No, I don’t know—”

“You act, like, all silent and mysterious when people try to talk to you.” Tobias shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing, but some people don’t seem as ready to brush it off as me. I’m only telling you so that you can make more friends here.”

“Well, I have you, don’t I?” Jim’s head canted.

Tobias blinked, floundering at that. “Well—y…yeah, I guess so, but—”

“I mean, we are friends, aren’t we?”

It was Tobias’s turn to go a bit pink, shaking his head in bewilderment. “If you want, yeah, but—”

“Then there we go. I have a friend.” Jim smiled.

Tobias tried to protest, “But—” only to find himself cut off as Mr. Strickler strode into the classroom at that moment, placing a leather briefcase on his desk with a decisive thump. Cacophonous voices incrementally petered out, as attentive heads turned to the front of the classroom, where Mr. Strickler had pulled out a stack of syllabi, handing them to the student nearest the door, with the instructions to “take one and pass them,” spoken precisely to the class.

Tobias looked like he wanted to say something when Strickler turned his back to write his name on the chalkboard, but Jim shushed him from the corner of his mouth, opening a fresh, blank notebook as he did so. This was the only class he’d bothered to buy a separate notebook for, and, to be frank, was the only class he’d even intended to take notes in at all.

Tobias looked chagrined, but not angry, as he rolled his eyes and went to fetch a pencil from his own bag. Might as well have something to do with his idle hands for the next hour.

—

As his first day was winding to close, Jim had to admit, having a friend at school did end up making it a little easier.

The rest of his time there had passed largely unremarkably, since a rather thrilling start to the history curriculum. Jim’s hand had shot up just as much as the apparent reigning top of the sophomore class, one Miss Claire Nuñez’s, had— a fact which had, according to Tobias, already begun to percolate across campus.

The lesson had only briefly covered the basics of ancient Rome, going over a bit of easy, more widely known trivia, to see what the class already knew about their oncoming first unit, but, nonetheless, Jim had been eager to jump in, to talk almost directly to Mr. Strickler, going back and forth in the form of a discussion. He’d spoken quietly, quickly, and he’d felt the eyes of his peers glued to his desk, but had ignored the sensation altogether, in favor of listening to what his teacher had to say about aqueducts, instead.

When the hour had finally come to an end, in fact, he’d packed up slowly, most of his classmates abandoning the room as quickly as they could—the lunch period was about to begin—though Tobias was kind enough to wait for him. As such, Tobias was the only other person present to hear Mr. Strickler stop Jim after class, paying a brief compliment to his performance that day, and accompanying his words with a poster for the history club. Jim didn’t think his furtive smile had gone entirely missed by the teacher, but as they’d exited into the now mostly empty hallway, he forgot to worry about it further, as Tobias wasted no time in asking him how the heck his new friend knew so much about history already?

Jim had shrugged it off, saying that it was his favorite subject; and besides, didn’t Tobias— “Seriously, dude, it’s Toby, by the way”— know more about geology than anyone else in their class? The compliment had made Tobias—Toby— preen, and he’d promptly dropped the topic, instead launching into an enthusiastic lecture meant to coach Jim through the cafeteria process. Jim, who had tried to jump in to say that he’d heard this at orientation the week prior, but Toby had shot him an appalled look at that, swiftly informing him that orientation did nothing to help the social side of things. Sure, he knew the motions, but did he know how to do them without standing out in the crowd? Absolutely not—in fact, the thought was almost laughable, according to Toby.

So, Jim had grinned, followed Toby’s lead, and had just barely survived the ever-important lunch line waltz.

The rest of the day had passed mostly the same way, in the end. Toby, having warmed up to Jim, took him through the whole rest of the day, guiding him through the intricacies of Arcadia Oaks High, and by the time the final bell was ringing, Jim almost felt like a normal student. Some of his peers had even started waving to him in the hallways; he’d broken the ice, after all.

Well. He’d thought so, until Toby had said goodbye, peddling away on his bike toward home, leaving Jim alone in the courtyard by the bustling lockers, surrounded by students eager to either go home, as Toby had, or to dive into after-school clubs and sports.

Jim opted to take his time, though, to enjoy the Southern California sun, as he strolled casually across the campus, toward the front of the school grounds.

As he rounded the corner, though, intending to head toward the Arcadia Oaks sign, where he’d stop and shoot off a text to the Order that his first day had gone well, and that he’d be home soon, he felt a tap on his shoulder, instead, and heard a throat being cleared behind him.

He knew who it was before he even turned to face her; her magic had given her away as soon as she’d reached a hand for him.

Despite this, Jim whirled as if she’d caught him by surprise, schooling his features into something startled but friendly, relaxing his shoulders as a polite smile crossed his face, upon seeing her. “Oh, hey. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting—” he rethought his words, shaking his head. “Never mind. …It’s, ‘Claire,’ right?”

She nodded, returning his smile. “Yeah! And you’re ‘Jim Lake’, hm?”

Something about the way she asked that question sent up a warning bell in the back of Jim’s mind, but he tried not to look unsettled; it was probably just nerves.

“Yup; just Jim is fine, though.” He added with a casual laugh.

Claire tilted her head, continuing. “So, you’re quite the history buff, huh?”

Jim’s hands dropped to his pockets, as he glanced at his shoes, then back up to her. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess?” She teased. “You were on fire in class today.” She lifted her chin, to look at him head on. “Do I need to worry about you unseating me, Jim Lake from Columbus, Ohio?”

Jim snorted, shaking his head. “No, no; it’s not like that. History’s just a hobby.”

“Pretty intense hobby, if you know half as much as you seem like you do.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

Jim grinned. “Intense? Like being the president of drama club, the vice president of debate, and the supposed shoe-in for the lead in the play this fall?” he recited, much to Claire’s surprise, who shot him an impressed look.

“Huh. You sure do pay attention, don’t you?”

He glanced around, making it a leisurely movement, concealing the way he was searching for anyone who could overhear, before his eyes met hers again, as he said, “Only to certain people.”

Claire blinked, cheeks reddening, mistaking his meaning. “Oh, yeah? What kinds of people?”

Jim rolled the dice. “Well, people who seem nice, or kind, who I could make friends with. People who do things I wanna do, too, so I can have an ‘in’. Like clubs, and things.” he clarified.

“And, uh…” his voice grew hushed, “Magic-users in the human world.”

Claire’s face fell. “What was that last one?” Her nose scrunched with the skeptical look that overtook her features.

Jim’s eyes darted to look for an exit, realizing coldly—fearfully— that he had grossly miscalculated.

“Uh…” Stupid. He chided himself. Think of a lie before you go backing yourself into a corner. Skrael would be disappointed in him if he were here.

“Did you just say ‘the human world’ like you… aren’t human?” She stared at him suspiciously.

Jim blinked. “What? No. I’m human. Of course I’m human.” He gave a strained laugh. “What else would I be?”

“…Someone who thinks they aren’t?” Claire’s brow furrowed.

“It was a rhetor- well. I mean, I guess that’s true. But I’m not!” He smiled weakly, and then froze for a split-second, rapidly adding, “Someone who thinks they aren’t human! I know I’m human!”

Claire’s eyes shot to the street, where, to her poorly hidden relief, her dad had just pulled up to the curb, there to pick her up. “…Right. Well, Jim Lake from Cleveland, Ohio, my dad’s here, so I need to go, but this has been… interesting.”

Jim nodded rapidly, shooting her one more smile— a sheepish, apologetic one— as he gave her a shy wave. “…Yeah.”

Claire hoisted her backpack onto one shoulder, giving him a half-hearted wave back. “…Bye, Jim.”

“Bye, Claire.”

As she turned to leave, Jim frowned to himself. He wasn’t sure why, but something felt wrong. He supposed it could have been the awkward manner in which he’d acted, but in a flash, he decided that wanted to see her again, just in case that wasn’t it. He couldn’t be too careful.

So, before he missed his chance, he called after her retreating back, “See you around?”

Claire stopped, hand poised on the handle of the passenger side door, freezing there for a heart-pounding pause.

Then, she shot him a look over her shoulder, one of interest, meeting his eyes deliberately. Jim got the sense that he should heed it carefully.

“Yeah. See you around, Jim.”

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Fear (Alec Volturi x Reader)

WARNING: dark themes!

Finding out the awful things Alec and his sister had done, as well as what they were capable of, deeply impacted you. That made sense since you and Alec were so close that he deemed you as his mate, despite being human. However, you didn’t know in detail what he had done to other humans, until now. Now you fully understood why the receptionists and even some guards cowered in fear at the sight of the twins. It was then that you recognised your situation. Realistically, knowing Alec, what actually stopped your fate from being the same? 

He was still just as hostile to humans, you being the closest he’d ever gotten to but even you were kept at arms length. The twins were inseparable and that was no different even if Alec had feelings for you. Feelings he didn’t always show. Alec was usually so calculating that their was rarely emotion visible. You had seen Alec angry many times and the disasters that struck as the consequences. If that had ever been turned to you. There's no guarantee you’d survive.  After hearing every little detail of his past, you felt you had every good reason to be afraid. 

However, you couldn’t hide it. Everyone noticed. You kept your distance and barely spoke a word. With each day passing, you grew more and more unease.They understood and let you do what you had to do but no one anticipated it getting worse. 

You stared at Alec from the doorway. He was sitting alone in the room, his back to you, seemingly lost in thought. That was until he looked over his shoulder to look at you. Silence ensued. Perhaps Alec was waiting for you to speak but you could only stare at him, your stomach turning with dread. Alec said nothing, meeting you gaze without blinking. You stared at one another.  “You’re not fooling me.” You said as though finally coming to a conclusion. Alec didn't respond, nor show any sign he had heard you, although he hadn’t torn his eyes from yours. 

After a moment, he slowly got up from the chair.  “You’re not fooling me.” You repeated. Alec slowly moved forward and you moved back at the same pace.  “I know you will. You’re not fooling me.” You said louder. Alec stopped, eyes calculating your every movement. Concern washed over his face.  “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Alec asked, his voice quivering slightly as though worried. “You’re not fooling me!” You emphasised. 

Faster than you could process, Alec had closed the gap, his fingers coiled around your wrists. You tried to pull back when you felt a cold sensation creep up your arms, leaving a numbness in its wake. That was when you realised what he was doing. “Don’t!” Within seconds, everything turned black.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before your sight returned as well as your hearing. You were on the couch, more specifically in Alec’s lap, his arms cradling you to him. Alec’s stare was intense and you couldn’t escape it, you couldn’t move.  “Why won’t you tell me what’s going on in your head?” Alec asked quietly. “You’ve been avoiding me, you have said barely two sentences in days now. Now there’s these outbursts that make no sense.” You felt Alec’s thumb lightly stroke your temple. Your eyes boring into his as he tried to pry answers out of you but he couldn’t even get a hint of what you were thinking in his arms. Whilst you didn’t dare speak a word. 

As always, that day went unresolved. Perhaps they were hoping you’d forget, or if they ignored it would go away. Alec entered your room, knocking and not waiting for your response.  “Sweet-face, we’re going to the Cullen’s territory. We have some business there that will be around two days.”  “Do i need to pack anything?” You asked quietly. “No, our masters aren’t attending, it’s us, Jane, Demetri and Felix. We’ll accommodate to your needs as you need it.” You nodded. “Alright.” This was your opportunity to get out of the castle, one you had wanted for days now. 

However, you only seemed to grow more panicked by the time you were at the Cullen’s territory. As the four guards were distracted by Edward, Bella and Renesmee, you slipped away. You had to get some space. Seeing the fear in Renesmee’s eyes as she saw the Volturi made you feel sick, not to mention how on edge the Cullen’s were. You were reminded of how brutal they are with no mercy. 

“(Y/N)?” You were brought out of your thoughts to face a worried looking Carlisle. “Are you okay?” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat before you spoke.  “He’s going to kill me.” You said gravely. “If i do something wrong he’ll hurt me or kill me...like he did to everyone else.” You barely managed out the the last part.  “Let’s take a walk-” Carlisle began but you interrupted.  “He’s not fooling me.” You said forcefully.  “Alec?” Carlisle whispered. “Has he hurt you?” You shook your head. “No but what if he does? You cant look at me and tell me he wouldn’t.”  “I-” Carlisle began “I can’t because i don’t know him.”  “He’s gonna kill me like he has all the other humans he’s encountered.” Your voice quivered.  “Alright, let’s go and take a walk.” Carlisle took a step forward before a voice made you freeze.  “(Y/N)?” Alec was beside Carlisle in seconds, seemingly unaware of your conversation. Although there was really no way to tell if he did know or not. “I was wondering where you had went.” Alec finished looking between you and Carlisle.  “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Alec asked expressionless. Jasper walked up behind Alec to turn to Carlisle. “Everything is fine.” 

Although Carlisle wasn’t paying attention to Jasper. He was looking at you as you stared at Alec, trembling slightly.  “(Y/N).” Carlisle quietly pleaded. He understood your fear but there was nothing to say that you had anything to worry about. To everyone else it was evident that Alec adored you, even if he didn’t show it as much as everyone else. Through the tiniest gestures, it was clear Alec cared. He was always checking to see if you were alright and in eye sight. Carlisle knew that your panic was building up in your head, he could see it and he was trying desperately to get you to come back down again.  “(Y/N)?” Alec asked again, a slight shift in his voice. Suddenly you took off running. Alec took a few steps forward. “(Y/N)!?” Alec called after you but you kept running. 

No one spoke a word about the incident even when you were heading back to Italy. Alec was acting differently. Almost as though he had recoiled in on himself, hurt and closing himself off from you. On the other hand you couldn’t take the fear anymore, it turned into something else, adrenaline almost, to push Alec and see what happened. You didn’t want to be silent about your worries anymore. If he was going to kill you, then he could hurry up and get on with it. If that isn’t what he wanted, you’d have to see for yourself what his intentions are. If he really cared then all you asked is that he showed it.

You brought out a storage box from your closet, pulling it open and rummaging through. You had old letters from Alec. You knew you still had then, you just had to find them and perhaps you’d get a clue. However, you were so determined to find them you didn’t hear footsteps coming up behind you.

“(Y/N)?” You jumped with a gasp looking up to see Alec looking down at you stoically.  “I didn’t mean to scare you. Your door was open.” You looked at your open door before looking back at him. “It’s fine. I must have just got so deep in thought i didn’t hear you.” You responded.  “What are you looking for?” Alec asked.  “The old letters you sent me before i moved here.” You said as you began to dig into the box. You were hunting for the proof that he did care. You needed it. “Why did you run away from me back in Forks?” You stiffened, the letters completely forgotten. Slowly you shifted your body towards Alec, giving him your full attention.  “I wasn’t feeling very well.” You lied.  “Are you feeling better?” He asked after a moment of silence.  “Yeah, i’m not sure what came over me.” You offered him a small smile. “Might have been feeling sick after the plane ride. You know what i’m like with planes.” Alec seemed to ignore that. “You won’t run away from me again, will you?” He asked.  “No.” You responded. “I just didn’t want to worry you.”  “You did worry me.” Alec responded stoically. “I don’t like that you ran from me.”  “I promise that wasn’t my intention. I won’t do that again. I promise.” You reached out a hand to him and his eyes flashed with surprise before a flicker of hope. 

He moved forward, taking your hand. You moved his hand to your lips, kissing it before cradling it in both of your hands. With Alec’s free hand, he slowly stroked you cheekbone, searching your eyes for something. Within seconds he broke free of your hold and pulled you up into an embrace. “I love you, (Y/n).” He said quietly, the statement only meant for you. You really hoped he meant that.  “I love you.” You said in response. “Remember you said you wanted to know what’s going on in my head?” Alec hummed softly, so much so you barely heard it.  “I think i’m ready to tell you.” You felt your eyes water and Alec pulled back, meeting your eyes with surprise once more, his stoic expression melting once more. 

Alec pulled back moving you to sit on your bed and he moved beside you.  “I’m sorry that I've been acting strange...distant. I got more details of why people are afraid of you and what you had done in the past.” You swallowed hard, feeling the tears well up in your eyes and Alec’s face shifted to one of hurt. Although he wasn’t hurting for himself, he seemed hurt for you. Alec’s gaze lowered.  “I’m an idiot.” You smiled, a tear slipping down your face. “I was so focused on what you had done to others in the past that i wasn’t looking at the present and how you treat me. I know you better than that. You’re honest. You’re honest in that if you wanted to hurt me or kill me like i thought, you would have done so.” Alec looked up sharply, eyes widened. He was clearly shocked by your statement, revealing what you had been thinking all along.  “You thought I would...?” Alec trailed off and another tear ran down your cheek.  “I look at you now and see how wrong i was. I should have been honest from the start. I shouldn’t have let it get into my head.” You said. Slowly the emotions slipped from Alec’s face as he brushed the tear away from your cheek. Alec leaned forward as he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you towards him gently. His lips met yours in a slow, sweet kiss. His fingers weaving into your hair on each side of your head.  “You don’t need to be afraid of me.” Alec said against your lips, chasing your lips for another kiss. “You are so special to me. You’re not like the others.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

the D3 outfits and designs look like they belong on 30 year olds, not 17-20 year olds

this was said by @darkprinceofdarkness​ on the descendants discord but i wanted to bring it up here, rn I'm redesigning almost ALL the descendants d3 outfits, including making some brand new ones for new characters for my rewrite, and in looking at the D3 outfits, i remembered what darkpinceofdarkness had said last month (aka ash so imma just call em ash now so i dont have keep typing their tumblr name)  they had said that the designs seemed to fit better on the actors, and not the characters, as in that the designs seemed they were made for 25-30 year olds (the age that most of the actors were at at the time) instead of 17-20 year olds that the characters were aged at.

 i mean look at Mals outfit for the talk with beast, belle, and FG, it doesn't seem right for her,

 its too simple, to plain, there's nothing going on, it looks like she's a wine mom, she looks like she's dressing up as an old ass boring adult when she's just gotten out of her teens 3/10 burn it

and again when hades comes to wake up Audrey 

boring colors, boring texture, boring hair, boring shoes, again, nothing interesting going on, i feel like im looking at a (again) 30 year old wine mom instead of a young adult that just graduated from HIGH SCHOOL 3/10 would gag

now there's her engagement/getting the vks dress

while its one of her best outfits of D3 it still feels....old to me, like, i feel like yes this is still young adult, but not 19 years old young adult, more 23-26 young adult. i think it might be the neckline and form of the dress, the coloring and the textures are nice and i think they do fit well with Mal, but overall, it still feels like something someone over 22 would wear, not a 19 year old. i understand Mal is stepping into the role of a lady/queen, but shes 19, not 30, give her fun clothes! give her ripped denim, give her spray painted leather, give her pins, let her chop her hair short, leggings under shorts! loose tops, t-shirts, spiked chokers, jeans, sneakers, hoodies, just ANYTHING other than loose-form fitting 40 year old woman who doesn't know how to style herself and listens a YouTube video about how to color match your clothes-clothes!!! anyway 6/10 its okay but would def NOT wear

before we continue i would like to say Kara Saun is a great designer...but she wasn't the greatest fit to design for a series about teenagers. anyway onto good to be bad!

now good to be bad, is probably my favorite Mal design out of all of D3, it looks like Mal took a paint brush and her spray paint and just went ham on it, which is perfect, because that suits her (original) character! its all over the place, yet it seems planned, its a mess of colors yet it seems as if they were meticulously  picked! Mals original character was someone while they seemed they had no plan, they had millions of them floating through their head, or they seemed to have a plan but they were just mentally going “fuck it what happens happens” and that unfortunately seemed to be drained from her as the movies went on and someone fucked up by trying to make her a perfect character, which made her completely horrible, in the first movie, her not thinking things all the way through (Ben and the love spell and how that would end) was more endearing than completely annoying and frustrating, D1 Mal, when she didn't think things through, ended up floundering over herself but trying to come up with a quick solution (when the quilt trip FG with Jane plan failed, Mal groaned for a moment then immediately went to her spell book for another plan) yet D2 and D3 Mal, if her plan didn't go her way she got upset, and blamed her fault on other people, even if why her plan failed was completely her fault (the barrier closing thing; she tried to push the blame onto just wanting to protect her cushy life, where if she was written correctly, she would have taken blame and acknowledged that she had doomed the rest of the isle kids and actually apologized for lying to Uma and her friends, instead of saying “she had no choice” (yes you did bish you just didn't want to do any actual work) anyway enough of analyzing Mals horribly written character back to the outfits, so ill sum up Mal’s gttb look, its funky, its fun, its colorful, her jacket is not tight fitting and has a fun tail, popped open collar, its just overall a cute outfit. 8/10 wouldn't wear but it looks like something a punk alt young adult would wear.

so her outfit for Janes party....okay yea i like this one

its splotchy, its denim, its loose yet form fitting, hell i would wear it (minus the shoes)  it feels like something a 15-19 year old feminine presenting person would wear to a party! which guess what! she is! shes going to a party! the only thing i would change is to possibly give her shorts or calf ending cargo pants, and change her open toed heels to wedged sneakers. other wise 8.5/10 would wear.

her motorcross gear.

i...dont like it, its super tight fitting, her butt in every single shot that usually just has Mal in it with her facing towards the camera is reaaaally obvious and its just...iahsiodhasid bad, is bad. her boots are clunky as fuck and hardly practical at all and for what she was planning to do with them makes no sense and girl get the fuck over your height complex.(clunky boots are cute but...girl...come on...) and it seems like its suited for a person in their mid twentys instead of a 19 year old. its hard for me to say exactly why i dont like it (also i will say, if you like tight fitting clothes, fucking go for it, you rock that shit, it just...doesn't look good on Mal and its a fukin kids series, and  the camera loved Mals butt and i was always like “yo camera man, pan up a bit why dont cha”)but i feel like if Mals pants weren't all a shiny tight fabric, i might like them a bit more but its all one thing and all one shade with different tones. like, comon, pockets guys, they are a thing, and put them on her butt so it derives from it when its in the shots.

i hate hate hate the hades color shift, because at least with the green/purple it had two shades and broke up the outfit but now...

its just blue and purple...there's like...nothing breaking up the tones or pieces of the outfit and now its all just tones of blue and purple that you cant tell apart and you have no clue where it begins or it ends and its ugly. 5/10 its better than her “fancy” talk shit but still burn it and keep it away from me. 

and now the dreaded outfit...her engagement party dress.

*shivers* its just...so bad, everything is just so tight and stiff that it just doesn't...feel like a real dress, it looks like it belongs on a doll, i don't even think a 30 year old wine mom would wear this its just so bad. Even the long version of the open skirt (which is impossible to find on google) doesn't flow like it should, its stiff and keeps its form the entire time, and when you want a long flowing engagement party dress made for a princess? that's not a good thing, whatever fabric they used was not a good one and they should never use it again...the texture on the dress is awful too. i think the only thing i like about this abomination is her tiara...that's it, that's all i like, and only because its so much better then that foam garbage that was her dragon dress crown. 0/10 fucking erase it from existence.

i was going to do Evies outfits but i feel like i took too much space up on Mal...i have alot to say on this abomination of an Evie “outfit”

what is this WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! EVIE YOU ARE 19 NOT A FUCKING 40 YEAR OLD REALTOR?!

so i might do a whole post just for Evies “outfits”