#but when i move you KNOW im gonna start adding to my max

[artisanalpeanutbutter]

Finally starting to feel good about my shoulders but also FUUUUCK I need to work on my shoulders more

[sunrizef1]

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!singer!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: I guess I lied about the Lando thing… this songs just so Lando I can’t explain it and I’m actually obsessed with this song rn. You probably have to at least know the premise of the song to understand the second half of this.

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📍New York, New York

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user1 my fav

user2 love her

user3 so pretty 🤩

taylorswift 🩵

yourusername 🤭💋

user4 welcome to New York, so real

user5 I miss Lando

user6 hi queen!!!

user7 new music when

user8 “I love NY not you” lmao Lando get up

user9 now why in the world did max like this

user10 and now Lando will post an Instagram story of him partying with some random girl to prove he’s having more fun than y/n is, we know how this goes

user11 you can not tell me they don’t miss each other

sabrinacarpenter pretty 🤩 🤩 🤩

yourusername no u 💋

user12 I just need a video of her English ass trying to navigate new York please and thx

maxfewtrell hey bestie!

yourusername oh my god get out of here

user13 wtf is max doing 😭😭

gracieabrams I ❤️ u

yourusername 🥰

oscarpiastri hi

yourusername hi?

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user14

Now wtf

user15

user10 was right

user16

Alright ig

oscarpiastri

oh okay

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oscarpiastri

Still can't believe you convinced me to do that

yourusername

You'll be fine, ill get you concert tickets

can't even tell its you either

oscarpiastri

fine

they better be vip

yourusername

Dw they will be

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maxfewtrell

???

yourusername

Dw its just Oscar

maxfewtrell

Jesus i cant believe you

yourusername

He started it. This is the first time I've included a guy in my posts, landos been doing it for months

maxfewtrell

you're gonna be the death of me

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💋💋💋💋

maxfewtrell

take care of yourself though y/n

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I am

Thx tho max 🫶

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Yeah yeah 🙄

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📍Paris, France

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yourusername I can tell when somebody still wants me

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user17 oh yay they're gonna sneak diss in their Insta captions again

user18 I miss dad ☹️

user19 she's so pretty omg

maxfewtrell oh wonderful we’re doing this now

yourusername leave

user20 lando its your turn

user21 IM IN LOVE WITH HER

charles_leclerc I'm amused

yourusername congrats

user22 they're so messy I love them

oscarpiastri great he's about to drag me into doing something stupid because of this

yourusername that is not my problem

user23 I sense new music coming along

user24 I do genuinely think he still wants her lowk

user25 they want eachother, don't lie. Its defo mutual

user26 😍😍😍

taylorswift 🤩

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jackantonoff 🤪

liker by yourusername

user27 why is jack here???? New music???

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landonorris I have what I want

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user28 oh… yay

user29 🤩🤩🤩

user30 say what you want about their shitty personalities but they sure do know how to make an aesthetic post

user31 the shade is immense

maxfewtrell im nauseous

landonorris 👍

user32 they’re so into each other it’s actually insane

user33 OH MY GOD WE GET IT YOU MISS EACHOTHER

user34 🤩🤩🤩

user35 he’s so fine

user35 LANDO-

user36 now what’s y/n gonna do

user37 how long until they both apologize and get back together… these are not the posts of people who have healthily moved on from their previous relationship

user38 fine as hell lowk

oscarpiastri this is 100% the most healthy way to handle this

landonorris I didn’t ask

user39 all of their friends are so annoyed and it’s so funny

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maxfewtrell

Is this a song where you admit you’re still in love with Lando so you both can finally get over your emotional immaturity???

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kinda

maxfewtrell

Oh fr?

I thought you’d just be mean to him for the whole song

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Uhhh-

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user40 IM GONNA GET YOU BACK

user41 oh my god it’s so good

user42 LANDO GET UP

user43 THE CAPTION FROM PARIS WAS A SONG LYRICCCCC

user44 oh so she’s still in love with him

user45 “you were never not mine” 💀

user46 I CAN FEEL IT COMING HUMMIN IN THE WAY YOU MOVE

user47 PUSH THE RESET BUTTON WERE BECOMING SOMETHING NEW

user48 SAY YOU GOT SOMEBODY ILL SAY IVE GOT SOMEONE TOO

user49 EVEN IF ITS HANDCUFFED IM LEAVING HERE WITH YOU

user50 “I’m an Aston Martin” okay lance strollll

oscarpiastri “I’ve got someone too” no you do not 💀

yourusername oh my god shut up

user51 she’s still in love with him dhmu

maxfewtrell when I asked if this was going to be emotionally healthy and not a diss I can now see why you were conflicted…. Bit of both tbh

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maxfewtrell 👎

user52 told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same 😭

user53 SO GOOD

user54 WHETHER IM GONNA BE YOUR WIFE????

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maxfewtrell

…

what does this achieve

landonorris

What do you want

maxfewtrell

Mate come on

you’re still obviously in love with her

and the song litteraly shows she’s still in love with you

all you’ve done is post a thirst trap of yourself with song lyrics on top

landonorris

It’s not a thirst trap

maxfewtrell

I hate both of you

text her mate

you’re happier together

And I’m tired of both of you annoying the shit out of me

landonorris

Fine

Maybe I will

maxfewtrell

Thank god

It’d be the first time you listened to me

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That better be Lando or so help me god

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Calm your tits

It is

maxfewtrell

YEAHHHH

Finally

I can stop playing matchmaker

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😒😒😒😒

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Oh so this means you’ll both stop dragging me into your dumb shit

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🖕🖕🖕🖕

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landonorris told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same

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user55 YEAHHHHHHH

user56 Y/N LIKED WE’RE SO BACK

user57 my favs

user58 my parents are back together 😭

user59 unlike your real ones

user58 woah???

user59 🤷‍♀️ it’s the truth

user60 I missed them so much 😭😭😭

user61 admitted you love your ex-gf on main, this is self-improvement

yourusername pick your poison, babe

landonorris I’m poison either way

user62 I appreciate the repeating lyrics at each other because it is cute but those are not the kindest lyrics to be repeating 😭

user63 who knew that shit-talking your ex in a song could get him to re-admit his love for you

maxfewtrell took you long enough

landonorris legitimately who asked you

maxfewtrell I’m the reason this even happened in the first place. Watch your tone.

landonorris thanks i guess

maxfewtrell “I guess” @/yourusername this is how happy he is to have you back

yourusername landoooo

landonorris sorry. Thank you so much max, I’m so grateful you brought the loml back to me.

maxfewtrell you’re welcome ☺️

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user64 she got him back 🥹

user65 YEAHHHHH LFG

user66 awwwww

user67 I love them so much

user68 sleeping on the highway tonight 🫶

oscarpiastri 🥳🥳🥳

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user69 these pictures are so cute oh my god 😭

user70 IM GONNA GET YOU BACK

landonorris you decided wether you’re gonna be my wife or smash up my bike yet?

yourusername still not sure… maybe both 🤔

user71 BOTH?????

user72 YEAH YEAH THATS FUNNY AND ALL BUT SHE JUST SAID SHE’D MARRY HIM

maxfewtrell congratulations nerds

yourusername thanks mate

user73 I’m in love with both of them

user74 they’re both so much happier together I really hope they stick this time

user75 and when she releases a love album then what

landonorris ily 🫶

yourusername ily2 🫶

user76 Jesus Christ they’re such teenagers 😭 USE FULL WORDS 😭😭😭

user77 no I get them. I wouldn’t post full love confessions in an Instagram comment section either lmao

user78 they got each other back 🫶

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[kentjohnson91]

Today we are going to discuss trades/slash free agency signings that have happened this offseason and how and why they made me upset:

Max Jones: Anaheim➡️Boston (free agency)

I love the chaos he ensued with Trevor and the other young guys

Was the first person to post about Jamie Drysdale being traded which was just a video of jamie dancing and smiling but then added like 10 thousand broken hearts

also as a bruins and red sox fan WHY ARE YOU GUYS NOT INCLUDING HIM

Zadorov and Lindholm threw out the first pitch at the Sox game the other night and Max and his wife (i think they’re married but maybe im wrong) were literally there but not invited to do that and also not sitting with the Lindholms and Zadorovs in the nice seats

It was not a numbers thing either because in like 2021 (?) they had like 7 new guys for the B’s on the field at 1 time

Nikita Zadorov: Vancouver➡️Boston (free agency)

As a Bruins fan SO EXCITED

As a fan of chaos i’m sad

Him and Myers reeking havoc on the ice together was so iconic for the short time we were blessed by it😔

Nick Blankenburg: Columbus➡️Nashville (free agency)

This was like one of very few moves i have not approved of by Mr Don Waddell

He was cooking from the start and then this happened

Like Ik he was probs gonna be in the AHL a lot but like for an undrafted defenseman he is good

He’s like 5’9” (more like 5’8 stop lying Nick) and runs around throwing hits on 6’3 or bigger guys

He’s my favorite little man and i want him back. He rounded out the Michigan group on Columbus too well.

Kevin Bahl: New Jersey➡️Calgary (trade)

Ik i say “im not a devils fan i just love him” about like half their team but like i swear its true

I need everyone to acknowledge the childhood friends to NHL teammates arc of him and the Hughes brothers and that is heartbreaking that it is no more

Also i understand it was an underpay for Markstrom but that will always happen for goalies (see Ullmark trade) so all the Devils fans acting like it was a good thing he was gone and not appreciating the time he put in there or the calgary fans mad they got him and hating him already made me wanna cry

Like GIVE HIM A CHANCE

also he just had a baby right before the trade and that means none of his NJD teammates get to see the baby and that will make me bawl (hehe bawl - bahl) like a baby no joke

John Marino: New Jersey➡️Utah (trade)

TOM FITZGERALD WHEN I GET YOU

This poor man who tends to look like a kicked puppy for no reason seemed so happy there

with Jack, Luke, Nico, Kevin, Curtis, Nate like cmon why would you do this to me

Will never cope with whatever the fuck was goin on with him and Luke honestly

WHY UTAH

Ryan McLeod: Edmonton➡️Buffalo (trade)

this was another one like the Kevin one where the fans pissed me off instantly

“the other guy was such a good prospect he was gonna develop more and play for buffalo”

i’m gonna hold your hand when i tell you that McLeod is 24 (almost 25) and 25 year olds can STILL DEVELOP TOO THIS SHIT SHOULD NOT BE NEWS HELLO???

also people who started using what his brother did as an excuse to not want him

while no one knows for sure, randomly assuming with no real reason that he had any knowledge of his brothers part in the 2018 Team Canada Scandal is so unfair honestly

and ALSO they separated him from his pookie (Bouchard) and his gay dads (Leon and Connor)

Not coping

Linus Ullmark: Boston➡️Ottawa (trade)

where do i even begin

no more hugs

no more feeding each other during post game interviews

no more eating cinnamon buns that Ullys wife made them together

no being Matt Poitras dads together

I ofc understand from the business side but it doesn’t make it hurt less

Jake Debrusk: Boston➡️Vancouver (free agency)

This one stung

we all knew it was coming but like

he’s been here his whole career

him and McAvoy were the ultimate duo

scored their first goals on the same night

if anyone saw Charlie McAvoys post about him and Grizz just know i cried for hours over that shit

Matt Grzelcyk: Boston➡️Pittsburgh (free agency)

another one that hurt a lot

once again see charlie mcavoys post

THE ONES OF THEM FROM COLLEGE TOGETHER

ENOUGH CHUCK

also no more amazing interviews with Mr Grzelcyk (Matt’s dad)

He worked in the Garden forever so Matt LITERALLY LEARNED TO SKATE THERE

HOMETOWN HERO AND A HALF

HEARTBROKEN

Anyways if i think of more im forgetting or something else happens before camp ill make another post but anyways

[hargrove-mayfields]

Billy has to stick up for max a lot because of her autism, at school he walks to her class and their afraid of him because just,,, look at him

warnings for mentions of bullying and ableism.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry.

At least, Billy had almost never seen her shed a tear in the six years he’d known her but maybe two times: once when she was still little, and just learned her step-family was going to move into her house and replace her real dad forever, and once when she was told they would be leaving California. Both times she’d run off to her room and slammed the door before anyone could see, but Billy had noticed. He always did when it came to Max. Had to when he knew damn well how much trouble he’d be in if things went wrong while he was watching her.

Beyond that there were a few teary eyed looks that got wiped away, maybe a sniffle she’d try to cover up by complaining about her allergies, but it was very rare, even during meltdowns, that she’d be full on crying, tears streaming down her face so quickly she couldn’t wipe them away while sobs wrack through her and make her shake.

So Billy knows first thing that something is very, very wrong when she’s already at his car after school, her face buried in her balled up jacket and doing exactly that. He can hear her from outside the car, so he sighs and knocks on the window before he yanks the door open, but Max doesn’t even flinch, just curls up tighter in the passenger seat and ignores him.

That’s a bad sign too, the fact she isn’t even trying to hide it from him, “What’s a’matter Maxi?”

“None of your business.” She snaps at him, voice thick and wet with tears. It’s unfamiliar seeing her like that and it makes Billy feel tense ang guilt even though he didn’t do it this time, so he tries, “Come on. It totally is my business. You get tears on my leather seats n’the salt’ll stain ‘em up, and you’ll be the one to clean it up.”

All it gets from Max is another heavy sob, instantly hitting him with a pang of regret for trying to be light about this, “Shit. M’sorry, Maxi. Didn’t mean it like that. Just tryin’ ta make you smile.”

“Well it didn’t work!” Max sniffles, throwing her jacket on the dash and finally turning to look at Billy, face flushed red and tracked with tears, her bottom lip still wobbling, “I’ll never ever smile again..”

“Why not? I know it’s not just because of your dumbass brother.” Billy sees a twitch at the corner of her lip, the slightest hint of a smile at him insulting himself, and he counts that as a small win, a sign he’s getting at least a little bit through to Max, so he prompts her again, “What happened at school today, Max?”

Her gaze drops to her lap, and she shrugs her shoulders slightly, stiffly, as she mumbles an explanation, “Remember how I told you about that boy, who's mean to me and my friends?”

“‘Course I do. I never forget anythin’ you tell me.”

Max wipes her nose on her sleeve, and corrects him, “Except for when you forgot I told you I had AV club and you came in the school looking for me and then you got stuck talking to a teacher for like, three hours after I was done.”

“Yeah, well that was one time. N’I was already havin’ a bad day when you told me, thank you very much.” He encourages her, his face serious though their tone is light-hearted, “Keep goin’, what’d this kid do now?”

Again Max’s features close off, and she tries to lie, “He was just.. Well it was my fault.. I-I don’t know.”

“Max. I need the truth.”

Talking fast, like she’s fighting against her thoughts, she makes him promise, “Promise me you won’t do anything dumb, first.”

Billy lifts a hand from the steering wheel, “I won’t. Cross my heart, Maxi.”

At this point, in the silence that builds while Max wills herself to speak, Billy starts to drive, since it’s clear he won’t be going back into that school. It isn’t lost on him the way Max takes a deep breath, out of relief that he meant it when he said he wasn’t going to be dumb and march back in there.

Quickly, once she’s ready, she explains, “Okay. Well he kinda sort of told me that I was annoying ‘cause I laugh too much, and I told him it was just a stim n’that I couldn’t help it but he said that made me a baby and I told him I wasn’t and he called me a retard instead and I was already stressed so I started crying like a dumb baby and he laughed at me and none of my friends said anything or helped me and I just.. yeah.”

All Billy can do is raise his eyebrows, has about a hundred and one pissy and angry things he could say, but he doesn’t utter a word, because he doesn’t want to make Max more upset than she already is.

Clearly just the change in his expression spooks her though, because she insists, sounding like she could cry again at any second, “You promised me!”

He puts his hands up sort of defensively, though he has to grab the wheel again when the car veers, swallowing his anger to tell her calmly, “I didn’t even say anything. I promised I’d be nice and I’m gonna keep that promise.”

She nods hesitantly, more to show trust than agreement, so Billy continues, “But Maxi that’s.. bad. Why don’t you tell a teacher or some shit?”

“Yeah, like they would even do anything. They already hate me for being in their coed classes.” Max mumbles the last part, looking away, “They’d probably rather Troy beat me up so I wouldn’t be bothering them anymore.”

“Tell me you’re being dramatic.”

But Max just shrugs again.

“Fuck, I hate this fucking place.” Billy tears his eyes from the road to look Max in the eyes as she says it, even knowing she can’t return the gesture, “You know you don’t deserve to go through this shit, Maxi?”

“It.. is kinda my fault though.”

He lashes out, just a little, hearing her talk like that about herself. Because it’s not fair that a thirteen year old girl looks at herself that way, yeah, but also because he knows it’s in some ways his fault too, and their parents for the way she’d been brought up, and the shit she'd been around that she even thinks to say shit like that.

He hits the palm of his hand against the rim of his steering wheel, rather he goes to before he catches himself, slowing it before it really hits, tapping it more than anything, “No the fuck it isn’t. It’s nobody’s fault but the assholes that make it into a problem. And fucking Neil’s for dragging us to this close-minded little spot on the map. I hate this fucking town”

“Oh.” Is all Max says.

Billy waits, but he can see she doesn’t know what else to say, so he sighs, “Look, I made my promise to you. Can you make one for me now?”

Max looks confused, “Okay?”

“Promise me that the next time somebody says some shit to you, you stand up for yourself.” Max scrunches up her face, like she immediately disagrees with that, but Billy insists, “Look, I don’t care if you’re crying like a damn baby or you can’t even talk while you do it, just don’t let ‘em walk all over you like that again.”

“I’m not fighting anyone, Billy. I’m not.. like you.”

“That’s not what I said. I said to stand up for yourself. It’s different.”

“Yeah right. How am I supposed to do that?” Billy knows that some asshole had to have said that to Max, that for whatever bullshit reason she couldn’t stick up for herself. Damn kid can’t catch a break in life, so he tells her, at this point not sure if this is even advice or just him ranting at Max, “This kid calls you a slur again, tell ‘im at least you got the diagnosis. Make him feel like he’s the stupid one. And if a teacher ever pulls some shit about the way you learn, tell ‘em you’ll go to the board of education and personally get their asses fired. Your mom would fight for you.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

“Then dammit I would. Your friends would if they understood. I know Sinclair would kick ass for you.”

Max’s toughness finally cracks- she learned that from him, to put on that hard exterior and fake it- Billy's determination stronger than her stubbornness. She looks up at him with a look in her eye that says he’s said all the right things, “You really think so?”

“No shit. Big brothers know all about this kind of bull.”

“I guess.” Max smiles just a little, and tells him matter-of-factly, “But you’re not that kind of big brother. You’re too cool.”

“Hell yeah I am.” Billy hums proudly, adding with humor in his tone, “But it’s even more cool to be nice to your little sister than it is to be an asshole. Remember that one.”

Max nods, listing it off on her fingers, “Stand up for myself, but don’t be an asshole, and Billy's secretly a big softie. I think I got it.”

“Good. Now out of my car, shitbird.”

Giggling in that way that says she knows she got him, Max swings open her door and runs into the house, leaving Billy to watch after her. He turns off the car but doesn’t get out, trying to bury his worry for her under his expression, not because he didn’t care, or even because he didn’t want her to know, he was long past that, but because he was worried what would happen if Susan saw his concern.

She’d weasel the truth out of Max if she knew something was up, and somehow, despite her promises, Neil would find out once he dragged his ass back home from the bar later tonight, and then it would somehow be Billy’s fault. He just hopes, if Max lets slip about the bullying, she at least doesn’t get too mouthy and mention the part where she was crying.

That was a Friday when that all went down, so Billy has the weekend, which thankfully does not include any snitching, to decide what he’s going to do about it. It’s not like he was ever going to go beat up on any tweens anyways, but he promised Max he wouldn’t be dumb, and he knew that meant no passive aggressive bullshit either. At least not while she could see him.

Because that ruled out like, half of his options, he’s still kind of clueless on what he’s going to do that next Monday morning when schools back in. He’s sitting in the middle school parking lot, fingers twitching against the steering wheel without a cigarette to busy them with, waiting for 7:30 on the dot when Max always goes in.

At this point, he’s considering just ditching with her to go get ice cream or something so she doesn’t have to face any bullies today, but his epiphany comes in the form of watching Jonathan Byers walk the littler one all the way to the front doors, his hand protectively hooked through the handle on the kid’s backpack. When the clock ticks the right time and Max opens her door, he knows what he’s going to do, and he turns the car off.

She freezes, can tell he’s up to something. “What are you doing?”

“Nothin’. M’just walking you in.” She glares at him in response to the smug smile he wears, so he swears, “Honest. I got basketball today. No way I’m missing that shit ‘cause I fought some little kid.”

“You’re lying.”

“Can’t I just be nice to my little sister?”

From the look on her face, she’s still skeptical, but it's enough to get Max to agree to it, grabbing her bag from the backseat and mumbling, “Whatever. Just don’t embarrass me.”

Billy chuckles, giving Max a head start towards the building before he follows, “Hey now, I thought just yesterday I was your cool older brother.”

“Cool older brothers don’t walk their sisters to the door.” She calls it over her shoulder, and Billy can’t help but tease her more, correcting her in a sing-songy voice, “Who said I was stoppin’ at the door? I’m walking you all the way to your class.”

“Oh god.” Max stops walking, but Billy keeps up, this time pulling ahead enough to call back to her, “Come on shitbird. Don’t wanna be late.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Yeah, right. You love that I would take the time outta my morning to do this for you.” He props open the door for Max with his boot, pretending not to notice the way all the little middle school kids at their lockers turn to gawk at them, letting her shove past him with her face flushed deeper than the color of her hair in embarrassment.

Pulling on her backpack straps, like she’s trying to physically make herself smaller, she mumbles, “No, I actually hate you.”

He almost feels bad for embarrassing her, but that’s the other part of his job, and he reminds her of that, “Good. There’s some more advice for ya, little sisters should always hate their big brothers, or he’s doing something wrong.”

They get a little ways down the hall, Max’s confidence going up just some as the shock wears off and people start to turn away, but Billy hardly notices. He doesn’t even come close to being bothered by eighth grade politics anymore, and if he’s intimidating the poor kids, well that’s exactly what he’s there for.

When he’s met with a particularly harsh glare from some snob nosed brat, who happens to remind him a lot of one Tommy Hagan, he bumps into Max on purpose, and announces louder than he needs to in hopes the kid’ll know he was looking for him, “That the little asshole s’been givin’ you trouble?”

Glancing nervously between him and Billy, she nods, “Yeah..”

Billy just nods, a cross between acknowledgment and judgement, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You said-“ Again Max panics, but Billy cuts her off this time with a simple assurance of, “And I didn’t do anything.”

Her eyebrows knit together, realizing that that wasn’t a lie, “I.. guess you didn’t.”

“What’s your first class anyways?”

“We report to the cafeteria before first period.” She informs him, leading him that way, but he hooks two fingers through the strap on her bag to stop her, “Not gonna happen, Maxi. Being shoved in a tiny room with three hundred other kids makes you feel all ‘meltdowny’ I think was your exact word. So you’re not doin’ that anymore. I just decided.”

“But that’s against the rules.”

“Yeah, so’s me bein’ in this building during school hours, but nobody’s saying shit to me, are they?”

Max narrows her eyes at him then, and he knows he said too much, that he’s been found out, “That’s your plan isn’t it.”

There’s a crooked smile on his face he can’t hide as he plays innocent-like, “What is?”

Max pushes him a little and he pretends to misstep while she accuses him, “Coming into school and being all intimidating so nobody will bug me anymore.”

“Pfft, yeah right.” Billy denies again, getting nothing but an eye roll in response at first, but when it’s clear it’s he’s not going to give up and admit it, Max does, glancing shortly over at him, “Well thanks anyways, Billy.”

She adds, realizing he’s wandering with no idea where they’re going, having never been in the middle school himself, “My first class is in B-18.”

“Which one is’at?” He asks, just curious, but Max deflects the question, giving a short, “It’s taught by Mr. Clarke.”

Just from how quiet she is, Billy can tell that she's hiding something, “Max. You seriously don’t even know what class you’re in?”

“No I don’t, okay?” Max stops in the middle of the hallway, ranting at her brother, “It’s already not the same as my old school, and then they moved my schedule all around again after they decided I didn’t qualify for special ed, so now I just go where I’m s’posed to, and I know my teachers better than my classes.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

“No. There’s nothing anyone can do so it doesn’t matter.” Her tone implies she thought a lot about it, maybe even wanted to, but decided not to.

Billy insists right back, these past two days feeling like he’s constantly petitioning for Max to trust and rely on him, “Oh I could do somethin’. You know I could.”

“I do. But I don’t want you to. Sticking up for me is enough.”

That’s what makes Billy understand. The firmness in her voice says everything she needs him to hear: Max doesn’t want Billy to do for her what she can handle. This is bigger than just being the older brother. This is her setting boundaries, asking for help without wanting to be controlled. That’s something he never really got how to do, being raised by a dictator and all, but it’s something she needs. Sometimes he forgets that.

He doesn’t say anything else, just lets it sit while Max takes him down some stairs to the right room. She stops outside, scuffing up the dusty marble floors with the toe of her Chuck Taylor’s, “Could you.. stick around for a little bit in case he says something?”

Billy clicks his tongue, remarking, “I dunno. I got a class in a few..”

But his sarcasm falls short with Max, which, that’s his bad for not realizing that it would, and her face falls, “Oh, well I guess I can just-”

“Was just funnin’ you shitbird. I don’t give a fuck about my classes.” Max grimaces in that all too familiar way of uncertainty, so he promises, “I’ll be right out here. Go talk to your teacher, ‘n if he says some shit to you, remember I only promised not be stupid about the bully.”

He at least gets a smile for that one, before Max rolls her eyes, “You’re not fighting my science teacher, dummy.”

“Whatever. Just get in there, brat.”

He can see Max holding back a smile as she listens, bounding into her classroom with another quick glance back at Billy to check that he wasn’t lying and going to walk away.

Billy waits until the door fall closed to lean against the row of lockers opposite it, watching her through the little meshed over windows. By now, he’s pretty well versed on what arguments with angry authority figures look like, and the conversation between Max and her teacher is not one. He still stays though, just because Max asked him to, but maybe, just maybe a little for himself, a reassurance that the second he leaves shit isn’t going to get worse, and Max’ll have at least someone other than her equally as nerdy little friends behind her.

Then they both turn and give him a little wave, Max and her teacher, an acknowledgment to Billy that this new routine was indeed going to work out. The way the school district had handled everything else, he wonders if the guy even knew Max wasn’t like his other students until now.

Still, seeing that, Billy gives a half nod in response, and decides his job is done here, at least until tomorrow when he does the same. Max’ll get used to it, and his hope is that the little bully brats won’t. He’ll just have to keep them on their toes.

Which is exactly why, while on his way out, Billy has to break his promise to Max, just slightly, and do something dumb. He finds the Troy kid again, and waits until the little punk is at his peak to knock him down a few pegs.

He’s complaining about some teacher, which is pretty typical for a thirteen-fourteen year old kid, but the other things he’s said to Max make it not as relatable, not as innocent. So he does what any logical, mature adult would do, and scares the piss out of him.

Billy waits until the kid gets a laugh from his troop of assholes, and slams the locker door beside him shut, uncaring of who’s it was. All eyes are quickly on him, all too wide against too pale faces. It’s too easy.

“What are you little shits whining about over here?”

The one in charge steps forward, trying to be tough despite the way he has to practically bend backwards to look up at Billy’s face, “None of your business. Did the freak send you after us to scare us? It ain’t gonna work.”

“Oh I’m not here to scare you. I’m just here to give you your final warning. We’re past the point of intimidation. Matter of fact, next time I have to come here.. it won’t be looking so good for you.”

“You’re lying.” The kid accuses, despite the obvious doubt written behind his features.

Billy can work with that.

“I might be. But I’m still an authority figure over your sorry little asses, and if you don’t start respecting that..” He bends down a little further, still nowhere near the kid but making his whole troupe flinche back, and drops his pitch, “well, I can’t promise what’ll happen to ya, but unlike your teachers, I don’t play by the rules. You got that?”

Straightening himself back out, Billy pretends to start walking away before he adds, “Oh, and if you pick on my kid sister ever again, I will know. Just remember that, uh, Troy was it?”

The kid nods dumbly, literally vibrating with something like fear, and Billy can say he’s pretty satisfied with that. He pats the kid on the shoulder, a touch so gentle it wouldn’t’ve hurt a fly, and notably couldn’t get him in any trouble, but the little shit scampers off, three other puffy head bullies trailing after him.

Everyone sees it happen, Billy with his nasty smirk and his distinguishably high-schooler way of carrying himself, Troy running for the hills in the other direction. He leaves feeling like his point has been thoroughly proven.

It isn’t easy to make Maxine Mayfield cry, but it’s even harder to get away with it, and Billy knows it won’t be a problem from now on.

[callumilott-archive]

the curious case of the renault sport academy: an essay

alternatively titled: the essay i wasn’t going to write about the mess of the rsa but here it is anyway, supported by facts (also titled: the curious case of anthoine & guanyu)

some standard background: rsa started in 2016, they organise training camps occasionally (tho not so much what with covid) that consist of a lot of cycling. so much cycling they all cry about it. they currently have 6 drivers signed to their academy of which one is a notable outlier - guanyu zhou. the other boys signed have all won titles at one point. guanyu has not. in fact, his best championship result was a second place in 2015, he has not placed higher than 6th since. now, renault is known for snatching up title winners, the winner of formula renault would get signed to the academy (like max fewtrell, oscar piastri) and they’ve picked up some other promising guys as well, signing them to the academy straight away.

if we count back to 2019, another curious addition adds itself to the academy. actually should say 2018 because that’s where it gets interesting. anthoine’s results in 2017 weren’t mind blowing, he didn’t score a single win but did manage to get a couple fastest laps to find himself in 4th position at the end of the year. renault invent a new role, designed specifically for anthoine as he was the first driver to carry this role: affiliate driver. it’s not quite being signed to the academy, he doesn’t run a renault livery, merely has renault on the rear wing (and ART ran an altered livery for 2 other renault kids in f3 the following year), but he does get to go on training camps. it’s a sort of halfway signing, and while i have not been able to find any proof for this, i suspect they told him to win the gp3 title for an actual signing (stick, meet carrot) or get dropped. as we know, he did win and he did get the full signing, black and yellow suit included.

the only other affiliate i’ve been able to find was leonardo lorandi in early 2019, around the same time anthoine got ‘promoted’ for lack of a better word. lorandi didn’t do so well however (18th place in the championship that year) and i haven’t heard anything about him so i suspect he’s just kind of disappeared. definitely was not added to the academy. begs the question, if you want to have a junior program filled with talented drivers and you have someone with better results than one you already signed. why the hassle? why sign guanyu with no outstanding results since 2015, but invent a whole new role for anthoine with a better result in 2017 and a title to his name (french f4 2013)? i’m gonna take an educated guess and say the answer is money.

this isnt related to my essay BUT since im talking about this anyway and i’m still pissed about this, have a little look at the very backhanded compliments of one cyril abiteboul on september 2, 2019. https://www.planetf1.com/f1-races/belgian-grand-prix/abiteboul-f1-was-right-to-race/ make of this what u will :)

moving on, there’s also the matter of renault dropping drivers like hot potatoes at a fairly similar rate to red bull, if i’m honest. guys in the academy in 2018 were long gone by the time 2019 rolled around. ye yifei was a newly signed member of the rsa in 2019, a new signing for placing third in formula renault the previous year. he had a dreadful season in f3 and was consequently dropped. he then finished second in f3 asia (late 2019/early 2020) and went on to win euroformula open in 2020. not a bad driver, right. victor martins, too. his name might sound familiar if you’ve watched formula renault in 2020, because he became champion. the year before that, runner up in formula renault (to oscar piastri). renault dropped him anyway, presumably because he did not win the title. very interested to see if they’re gonna have to sign him again because he won. anyway, i digress.

rumour’s been going around that max fewtrell and hadrien david will both be dropped from the academy for not acquiring results expected of them. in this i would just like to point out that hadrien is literally 16 and this was his second season of single seaters, and he was a total rookie in formula renault. most recent formula renault champions (max fewtrell, oscar piastri, victor martins) required 2 years to get up to speed in that category. hadrien placed tenth in a field of 22, so not entirely dreadful. max fewtrell’s season was just a disaster all around and given that he has 2 titles to his name (2016 and 2018), i wouldn’t go ahead and call him a bad driver. now i have no clue what happened or why he and hitech decided to part ways before spa but it’s pretty obvious he wasn’t feeling good in that team.

THEN there’s also the matter of the rsa director saying everyone did a fuckin terrible job except oscar. https://formulaspy.com/f1/renault-we-expected-more-from-our-junior-drivers-73087 ‘not mad just disappointed’ vibes.

in short, the rsa just feels like a giant mess and like they’re desperately trying to gather whichever driver is hot topic at the moment and then dropping them without hesitation when they don’t perform up to standard. do they even get support aside from the cycling bootcamps? and WHAT are they even gathering them for, considering there’s the ongoing issue of no renault seats ever going to a member of their academy. my professional conclusion is this: FUCK renault. thank u for ur attention

[khaleesiofalicante]

I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

TAVVY

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

[searxws]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader ; Limerence

—PT.3 (discontinued)

(series masterlist)

Covers episode three Hawkins POV

Disclaimer; I do not own these characters!! Also ⚠️!SPOILERS FOR ST4 IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT!⚠️

This story is also being updated to wattpad by the same username, it’s titled “Little Freak“ there’s a playlist and a mood board on that edition.

Summary: Y/N Henderson and Eddie Munson have been dating for quite some time. She goes to his band rehearsals and DnD games, and in return he watches from the gym doors as she cheers. However, what will happen when Eddie is the top suspect in the killing of her teammate, Chrissy?

A/N: hey guys! im so sorry this chapter took so long to come out, recently i've been struggling with some sickness and paranoia, which then caused me to fall into writers block, so i tried my hardest to this chapter out, i hope you enjoy! — courts<3

2.6k words (sorry)

The next morning Y/N was up brushing her teeth, making sure she was ready to go. She went to wake Dustin up to get ready so that Steve could pick them up and head to Reefer Ricks. About fifteen minutes later, the siblings heard a car horn outside their home, Dustin grabbed his bag and they left.

Y/N took a seat in the back seat next to Robin and Max, while Dustin moved to sit in the front. They stopped at the market to pick up some food for Eddie. Things like chips and cereal were now in the car as the group made their way back to Lovers Lake.

When they walked through the door they saw Eddie standing in the corner holding the broken beer bottle from the night before. He must've not known it was them because he ran at them, ready to attack, but when he saw his girlfriend at the head of the group, he retreated.

"GOD you guys cant just do that!" He said to the group in front of him.

Dustin replied "Sorry man." while handing Eddie the bag of food.

Everyone in the group spread out across the boathouse, finding a place to sit. Eddie took a spot next to Y/N and in return the girl took his hand, tracing circles on the dorsal side of his hand.

Eddie opened the food he'd just received, going for the box of honeycomb cereal, which he'd requested the night before.

"So, we have some news, bad or good first?" Dustin said to the kinky haired boy.

"Bad news first, always." He replied, shoving a handful of the cereal into his mouth, acting as if it were a law to receive bad news first.

"So, we tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, they're definitely looking for you. Also they're pretty convinced you killed Chrissy." Dustin said. The mention of the former cheerleaders name caused Eddie to tense up a bit.

"Like, 100% kind of convinced." Max added with a sorrowful face.

"And the good news?" Eddie said, leaning more into Y/N. The girl could tell he was growing nervous.

"Your name hasn't gone public yet. But if we found you so easily then it'd only a matter of time before they find you too." Robin broke the news. "And once that gets out everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you." She finished off.

"Hunt the freak, right?" Eddie said while grimacing.

"Exactly." Robin said.

The boy muttered a string of curse words under his breath, only loud enough for Y/N to hear. She then placed her hand around him and onto his shoulder, trying to offer the boy some comfort.

"So before that happens," Dustin said, trying to move the group back onto the plan, "we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence." He spoke the plan to Eddie.

"Thats all, Dustin? Thats all?" Eddie said, getting slightly defensive at how easy Dustin made it sound.

"Yeah! No thats pretty much it." Dustin said reassuringly, obviously not getting the hint. Eddie scoffed.

"Listen Eddie," Robin started, "I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this kind of thing before!" Robin stated.

"I mean, they have, a few times, and I have once!" Said Robin, Eddie looked around to find Steve nodding at hime.

"Mine was more human flesh based, and theres was more smoke related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we've got this!" Robin said, trying to console Eddie.

"Yeah, see usually we rely on this girl who has super powers, but those kinda went bye-bye so right now were in more of a...." Steve said, trying to think of a word to describe their situation.

"Brainstorming stage?" Max suggested.

"Brainstorming!" Steve repeated while snapping his fingers, as if she'd just hit the exact right place in his mind.

"Theres nothing.. to worry about!" Dustin said, unsure of his own words.

The groups words only made him wonder. And then it hit him. He looked at Y/N with the most bewildered face, as if saying "what the hell?!? demons are real and you never told me?!?" The girl only gave him a "so what?" shrink of the mouth and raise of the eyebrows, as she tilted her head to the side.

Demons and monsters were normal for the girl, and for a while she had forgotten that other people hadn't fought these creatures before, so sometimes she undermined how shocking it is the find out that theres another world under Hawkins.

Suddenly everyones heads snapped to the door. The group had heard police sirens outside. Y/N quickly stood up in front of Eddie protectively before saying

"Tarp! Tarp!" Ushering her boyfriend to get into the boat and under the tarp, as a way of hiding from the cops.

After Eddie was safely under the tarp, the group rushed to the windows to see what was going on. They saw police cars and ambulances rushing past the house. They said goodbye to Eddie, Y/N's gaze lingering on the boy as she rushed out of the house and towards Steve's car.

The group all got in the car, following the police cars to a road behind the trailer park, where they were met with caution tape, and several more floods of emergency vehicles. They could vaguely make out a body on the ground form their respective places in the car, but it was almost a telekinetic mutual decision for them to get out of the car.

From there the group met eyes with Nancy Wheeler, who looked alarmed the moment she saw them. As if she knew something was wrong, and in that moment she had figured it out. She offered the group a slight wave before turning her attention back to the chief of police.

After being questioned by the cops, Nancy walked over to the group of teens. Where she immediately greeted Y/N with a hug. The girls had been friends over the years, connected through their brothers. And Y/N could see the girl needed a friend right now, so she let the girl hug her. The group walked over to a picnic table where Y/N kept an arm around Nancy, trying to offer the girl some sort of comfort. The teens had gotten to talking about what happened.

Nancy had said it was her pal Fred who'd died. She explained how mangled his body was, and how frightened she'd been. In return the other kids explained to her how the same thing had happened to Chrissy, and now Eddie was being blamed for it. Nancy looked at Y/N sympathetically, knowing the former was close with the two. The girl just gave Nancy a shrug, trying to brush off her guilt. It was Eddie, Fred, and Chrissy who needed that, not her.

Nancy turned back to the others and said "You're saying that this... this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it's from the Upside Down?"

"If the shoe fits." Steve said back in conformation.

"A working theory is that he attacks with a spell, or a curse. Now whether or not he's doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer, or juts loves killing teens, we don't know." Dustin explained to Nancy who was listening attentively.

"All we know is this is something different. Something new." Max added.

"It doesn't make sense." Nancy said.

"Its.. only a theory." Dustin said, trying to gain the girls allegiance.

"No, Fred and Chrissy don't make sense. I mean, why them?" She quickly said.

"Maybe they were just in he wrong place? They were both at the game." Dustin said, having no factual answer for her question.

"And near the trailer park." Max said, having connected the dots.

"We're at the trailer park.." Steve said, becoming scared.

"Uhhhh.. should we maybe not be here?" Y/N said, "There is something about this place thats always made me feel kind of weird." She finished.

"Fred started acting weird the second we got here." Nancy said.

"Acting weird as in....?" Robin said, wanting to know more.

"Scared, on edge, upset." Nancy confirmed.

"Max said Chrissy was upset too." Dustin said, further linking the two incidents together.

"Yeah, but not here. She was crying in the bathroom at school." Max denied.

"Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?" Y/N questioned.

"So maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman!" Robin said, understanding what the girl was trying to say.

"Vecna." Dustin corrected.

"I don't know about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone." Steve said, questioning the legitimacy of the situation.

"Maybe they did. I saw Chrissy leaving Ms.Kelley's office one time." Max said.

"If you saw a monster you wouldn't go to the police.. they'd never believe you. But you might go to your.." Y/N said, theorizing.

"Your shrink." Robin finished. Y/N turned and nodded at the girl, confirming that she was thinking the same thing.

The group all quickly got up from the table, deciding to investigate. However, Steve suddenly noticed Nancy branching off from the group.

"Whoa whoa, Nance. Nance! Where 're you going?" He said, slightly jogging after the girl, turning the groups attention to her.

"Oh. Theres just something I wanna check on first." Nancy said, gesturing to her car.

"Something you maybe wanna share with us?" Dustin said, feeling like the group should know where she was going.

"I don't wanna waste your time. It's a real shot in the dark." Nancy said.

"Yeah ok. Are you insane? Flying solo with Vecna on the loose? No it's too dangerous. You need someone... someone to.." Steve turned around and tossed his keys into Robins hands.

"Here, I'll stick with Nance aright? Take the car, check out the shrink." Steve said.

"I don't think you want either of us driving your car." Robin said.

"Why not?" Steve said, placing a hand on his hip.

"Neither of us have licenses!" Y/N said with a frown on her face.

"Why- why don't you have licenses?" Steve asked, slightly nervous for the future of his car.

"Im poor." Robin said.

"You or Eddie always drive me everywhere. I didn't really see the need."

"I can drive!" Max said.

"No no no NO! Never again! No!" He said, remembering when she'd taken the wheel of his car almost three years ago now.

Dustin then made a suggestive face at Steve, offering up himself to drive.

"Not a chance." Steve said in response to Dustins smirk.

"Alright okay. This is stupid. Us ladies will stick together," Robin said, handing Steve the keys and then taking a stance next to Nancy, "Unless you think we need you to protect us." She finished her sentence, with a hint of a smirk on her face.

Steve nodded his head in defeat, walking back towards the car. The two girls walked off as the other three teens saw Steves face grow with rage.

"Always the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter!" He said.

"Watch it man." Y/N said, seeing as she wasn't a child.

The group took off. Headed for Ms.Kelleys house.

About 20 minutes later the group watched Max approach her counselors doorstep. They saw her knock on the door, and be ushered inside by the woman.

"Okay. She's in." Steve said, confirming the wherabouts of the red-head.

"Missing collarbones Steve, not eyes." Dustin said from the backseat.

"So.. are we gonna talk about it?" Y/N questioned Steve, who was sitting to her right.

"Huh? Sorry, talk about what?" Steve questioned, playing dumb to the siblings questions.

"Your temporary insanity earlier today, when you basically threw yourself at Nance?" Dustin said, obviously wondering as well.

"Are you implying that I still have a thing for her?" Steve asked.

"No, we're not implying. We're stating." Y/N confirmed for Steve.

"And it relates to your steadfast refusal to date Robin." Dustin said. That caused Y/N and Steve to make eye contact, both pairs widening slightly. Both older kids had known about Robin being lesbian, but Dustin bringing it up was unexpected.

"It's pretty much the only logical explanation." Dustin finished off.

"Yup. That upon others." Steve muttered under his breath, turning his gaze back towards the house, where they saw Max running out. They hastily made their way to the school as soon as Max had hopped in the car.

During their drive, Y/N couldn't help but think about Eddie. Was her doing okay? Did he have enough food? Those were only two of the thoughts that plagued her mind until she heard the whirring of Dustins walkie, which was then replaced by the voice of Lucas Sinclair.

"Lucas? Where the hell have you been??" Dustin questioned.

"Just listen. Are you looking for Eddie?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah! And we found him, no thanks to you!" Dustin snarkily replied, obviously fed up with how the boy hadn't been there to help out the group.

"You guys know that he killed Chrissy right?" Lucas asked, making Y/N fed up with the actions of her brothers old friend.

"Thats bullshit! Eddie tried to save Chrissy." Y/N spoke into the walkie.

"Then why do all the cops say he did it?" Lucas questioned.

Max then grabbed the device from Dustin and started speaking to Lucas.

"Lucas you're so behind its ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school, we'll explain everything there." She said.

"I-I can't. I think some real bad shits about to go down." Lucas said.

"What're you talking about? What bad shit?" Max asked him.

All the group got back was static. They didn't hear another word from Lucas, making all of the slightly nervous.

As the four of them were walking into the school, they heard communications form Robin and Nancy, but Y/N didn't pay attention to the conversation. She was only looking for the familiar sign that said "Guidance", however, it was only then that the girl realized she had a splitting headache. God she wished she had some ibuprofen on hand. They reached the door and Max walked forward, key in hand. She unlocked the door and the group made their way inside the office. Y/N had sat in here many times, talking to Ms.Kelley about the absence of her father, and several other personal issues.

"Guys, look over here." Max said, gesturing to the file cabinet.

"These are everyones files, theres Chrissys," Max said, pulling the girls file from the drawer. "Holy shit, Fred was seeing Ms.Kelley too.." She said, again, taking his file from the same drawer.

"Holy...." Dustin trailed off. The three teens watched as Max sat down at a table with both files, and started looking for similarities. Dustin stayed by the file cabinet to see who else had been seeing Ms.Kelley, while Steve and Y/N stood behind Max, reading the files with her.

"Uh... Max, check out these too." Dustin said, tossing his sisters file onto the table along with Max's. Both girls gave Dustin a glare before opening their respective files.

They laid their files on the table and started reading them. All four matched up, despite one difference on Y/Ns file, the girl hadn't been having nightmares like the other three students. She wondered if that set her too far off from the others. Steve looked at her worried, as Dustin made his way over to read the files. Y/N now felt the presence of Steves arm around her. She had to admit, she was frightened. Would she end up like her classmates? Broken at every angle, every joint? Just the thought of it made her shutter. But something was off,

Max had gone still.

[canisterofsoda]

incoming long list of incorrect quotes because im getting annoying on discord so you people have to deal with me now

Kei: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

Han: Looking right because you left

Rose: Looking up cause you let me down

Oliver: Looking down cause you fucked up

Blair: What is wrong with you guys

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Kei: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Han: Tubular AF!

Rose: Mood to the max!

Oliver, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Blair, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Kei: What’s something you guys are better than Han at?

Rose: Mario Kart.

Oliver: Yeah, video games.

Blair: Emotional vulnerability.

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Kei: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Han: Have everyone stand.

Rose: Bring three more chairs!

Oliver: The most important ones can sit down.

Blair: Kill three.

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Kei: Favorite horror movie?

Han: It

Rose: Saw

Oliver: Annabelle

Blair: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Kei: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Han: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Rose: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Oliver: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Blair: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

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Kei: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Han: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Rose: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Oliver: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Blair: My moral code, is that you?

Kei:

Kei: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Kei: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Han: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Blair: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Oliver: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Han: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Blair: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Oliver: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Rose, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Kei: Where's Han, Rose, and Oliver?

Blair: They're playing hide and seek.

Kei: Where?

Blair: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Kei: You kidnapped Han? That’s illegal!

Rose: But Kei, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Han, or destroying our dreams?

Kei: Kidnapping Han, Rose!!!

Oliver: Kei, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Kei: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Oliver: To work together!

Kei: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

Blair: Kei, we all agreed a Han is a not a people.

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Kei: Anyone d-

Han: Depressed?

Rose: Drained?

Oliver: Dumb?

Blair: Disliked?

Kei: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

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Kei: Nothing in life is free.

Han: Love is free!

Rose: Adventure is free.

Oliver: Knowledge is free.

Blair: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

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Kei: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Han: ... Your what?

Kei: My friends.

Rose: Are they saying “friends”?

Oliver: I think they're being sarcastic.

Blair: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Kei! All of your friends are in this room.

Kei: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Kei: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Han: Rude.

Rose: That’s fair.

Oliver: Not again.

Blair: Are you going to want this back?

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Kei: Are we really going to let Han keep Rose?

Oliver: We kept Blair.

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Kei: What does 'take out' mean?

Han: Food.

Rose: Dating

Oliver: Murder

Blair: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Kei: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Han: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Rose: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Han, learn to listen.

Oliver: What if it bites itself and I die?

Blair: That’s voodoo.

Himari: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Han: That’s correlation, not causation.

Oliver: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Blair: That’s kinky.

Kei: Oh my God.

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*The squad is over at Kei's house*

Han: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Kei: ... N-No...

Kei, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Han, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Rose: I see a-

Kei, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Han: Oh, well I-

Kei: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Kei, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Oliver: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Blair: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Kei: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Kei: I am someone who owns four ovens...

Kei, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Kei: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Himari, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Kei:

Han: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Kei:

Kei, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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Kei: Rules are made to be broken.

Han: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Rose: Uh, piñatas.

Oliver: Glow sticks.

Blair: Karate boards.

Himari: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Kei: Rules.

Han:

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Kei: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Han: >:O language

Rose: Yeah watch your fucking language

Oliver: OKAY WHO TAUGHT ROSE THE FUCK WORD?

Blair: 'The fuck word'.

Himari: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Rose: Oh my god they censored it

Blair: Say fuck, Himari.

Rose: Do it, Himari. Say fuck.

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Kei: I can help you with it!

Han: Yeah, sure.

Rose: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Oliver: lol nope.

Blair: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Himari: *Read 5:55pm*

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Kei: Time for plan G.

Han: Don’t you mean plan B?

Kei: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Rose: What about plan D?

Kei: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Oliver: What about plan E?

Kei: I’m hoping not to use it. Blair dies in plan E.

Himari: I like plan E.

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Kei: We need to distract these guys

Han: Leave it to me

Han: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Rose, Oliver, and Blair: *Immediately begin arguing*

Himari, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

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*The squad right before Kei's wedding*

Han: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Rose: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Oliver: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Blair: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Himari, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

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Kei: Croissants: dropped

Han: Road: works ahead

Rose: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Oliver: Shavacado: fre

Blair: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Himari:

Himari, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Kei: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Han: Okay, but what is updog?

Rose: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Oliver: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Blair: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Himari: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Kei: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Oliver: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Rose: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Han: What’s a henway??

Kei: Oh, about five pounds.

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Kei: Just be yourself.

Han: 'Be myself'? Kei, I have one day to win Rose over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Oliver: Couple weeks.

Blair: Six months.

Himari: Jury’s still out.

Han: See, Kei?

Han: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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Kei: I CAN'T DO IT!

Han, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Kei: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Rose: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Kei:

Kei: I appreciate it,

Kei: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Oliver: Kei-

Kei: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Blair: Kei we gotta-

Kei: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Kei: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Kei, motioning to Himari: NOT FUCKING THIS

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Kei: Thanks fam!

Han: oh no

Rose: *cries* I love you too

Oliver: Sounds fake but okay

Blair: *A flustered mess*

Himari: can i get a refund

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Kei: Hewwo.

Han: Hihiiiiii!

Rose: Greetings, Humans.

Blair: Three kinds of people.

Oliver: I want pudding.

Kei: Four kinds of people.

Himari: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Blair: Five kinds of people.

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Kei, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Han: Hey.

Rose: Hi.

Oliver: Hello.

Blair: Hey!

Kei: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Himari: We were out of Doritos.

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Kei: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Han: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents

Kei: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

Rose: Actually I did the math, Han would have $225, not $0.15.

Han: Fam I’m right here....

Oliver: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Kei: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Oliver: Sorry I only have a dollar

Kei: :(

Rose: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Han would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Oliver: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

Rose: You can buy anything you want with $22,500

Blair: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice

Rose: Apply juice to what

Himari: Directly to the forehead

Han: Great chat everyone

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Kei: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Han: Nope, absolutely not.

Rose: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Oliver: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Blair: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Himari: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

[anestheticrage]

Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately. 

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho. 

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi-   and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F   W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏  defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself. 

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got: 

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H) 

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

   - everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

   - the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

   - make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊). 

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..." 

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs 

Yours Truly, 

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘 

[romace-tea-cup]

Imagine being the volturi newest member and Felix acts like he hates you until you find out the reason part Four

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A day after

( Felix knocks on the door while y/n listens to music on her phone but is aware someone is knocking she just does not feel like talking to anyone at the moment trying to come up with an excuse for the masters when the interrogate her later on that day )

Felix : y/n ... The plane is about to land we will be arriving at the castle any minute now .

Y/n then flips him off without even making eye contact with him still looking at her phone .

Felix : Do you have your excuses prepared yet ? Or are you gonna just accept and move on with your punishment huh ?

Y/n : are you just gonna keep talking to me when you know that i don't even wanna smell you and continue to look mad stupid right now ? Or are just gonna go away and take the i don't wanna talk to you ?

Felix : Having a smart mouth wont get you anywhere y/n .

Y/n : Neither will your cockiness babe .

Felix then growled at y/n but just shut the door avoiding anymore trouble with his mate in hope of them fixing there issues between each other.

The time comes where the plane lands and they take the tunnels to head back to the castle and y/n is anxious and nervous not that she would admit it to anyone of course she acted bothered by the situation . However as much as jane liked y/n not that she would tell her or anyone for the matter only her brother knows she even was scolding y/n on the way to the castle .

Jane : Look into the mess you got yourself into y/n ! Why now ? Your first mission and you screwed it up.!

Y/n : Yeah yeah give it a break ! All of this wouldn't have happened if certain SOMEBODY did not had to make a big ass scene and start a whole argument that he can't handle because they know im in the right and can't handle when someone calls them out but its ok when this certain PERSON calls other people out .

Alec : here we go again y/n

He sighed and rolled his eyes while demi had a smirk on his face and felix gave me a death glare and tried so hard to stop the growl from escaping his lips .

Jane : Enough we are here .

I then took a quiet gulp and as we were walking the others noticed the tension and santiago even made the comment " Uh oh something did not go well did it ? Let me guess it was our precious y/n huh? " demi then laughed and added " She got caught making out with one of our biggest rivals , vladimir " then afton and matthias joined in and they all were stunned at the innocent guard wasn't who they thought she was , " Damn ! Hungry for some dick aren't ya ? " said afton " Shit ! You missed up big time y/n haa!! " they all sent a glare and smirk to felix and he just gave them a disapproving look . now were were inside the throne room .

Aro : ahh ! There you guy's are ! How was the mission ?

Jane then looked at me

Jane : The mission was a success ... just a bit of mis conduct master .

We could hear laughter coming from the training room next to the throne room coming from the other guards since they hared the full story already and it spread around quickly .

Caius : Let me guess felix and y/n went at it again ?

Alec : That and y/n was caught making out with someone .

I tried so hard to hold my laughter so i just had a smirk in my face that bothered felix .

Caius : With who !?

Demi : with vladimir sir

Aro then looked at me with.a disapproving look and i became worried

Aro : is this true y/n ?

Y/n : yes .. But the fight could have been prevented in the plane if certain someone kept his fat ass mouth shut and stoped speaking on my name !

Jane : y/n !

Y/n : it's true ! He just doesn't know how to shut his fat ass mouth !

Then the guards from the training room let out loud laugher and saying " Ohhh " like some kind of second graders .

Marcus : my dear y/n your behavior was irresponsible you should have full control of your lips my dear .

Felix : Exactly what i said master .

Y/n : Shut up ain't nobody talking to you .

Aro : i hope that your behavior will have a punishment y/n

Y/n : I know .

Aro : great , you won't be able to fed for a week , and that's that .

Y/n : Fine .

Marcus : Now please try to decrease the cussing dear , its not lady like .

Y/n : But demetri and felix do it all the time so i learn the behavior from some where .

Demi : What !?

Felix : You have control of your actions y/n

Y/n : How does it feel to have someone speak on your name ?

Caius : enough ! Just please go to y'all's stations .

Y/n : alright see ya !

We all bowed and i left the throne room happy , everyone started making jokes about the situation i got myself into but it all went away within 2 or 3 day's . Then the week passed by and everyone was impressed i was not a hungry new born like they expected , i was fine ! Then tanya and kate messaged me saying they were at volterra and that in 2 days there was gonna be a party and that i should tag along , me and the denali sisters got along ! They did not hate me like they did with the rest if the guard so i had a task and that was to convince master Marcus to let me go to the party because i was secretly his favorite and he loved me as a daughter .

[miss-smrxtiee]

-Unwanted Celebration-

MC (Riley Williams) x Drake

Liam, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia

Summary: Drake gets a little suprise on his special day. But much to his distaste, they’re not backing down.

A/N: I just REALLY wanted to be crazy with this because I had two cups of coffee and a lollipop my brother gave me so the sugar rush is REAL. P.S (MC is with Drake for this fic although I alternate between Liam and Drame because they are perfect)

Warnings: Swearing and a whole damn truck full o’ laughs and fluff.

Tags: (Ty for the support if you would like to be added or removed just DM me or let me know 💖❤️)

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@gkittylove99

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@sophie-and-shizuku

@kinkypot

-Masterlist-

-Prompt List- (ask me!)

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BEEP! BEEP!

BEEP! BEEP!

WACK!

Drake groans as he wacks his alarm. I absolutely hate the fucking weekdays. Why do I gotta wake up so unreligiously early...

He runs a hand down his face before rolling out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth in the mirror and grabs his AirPod Pros to listen to Spotify in the shower. He steps out and splashes on his musky Sephora cologne that his girlfriend insisted he try out, he has to admit it was half bad, after combing his hair he changes clothes and grabs his phone but right before he walks out the door he looks at the calendar that was hung beside his mirror and his eyes widen.

Oh hell no.

He frantically looks around. What do I do?! They can’t find me. But before he could make a decision...

BANG!

The door was dramatically kicked open and Riley and Maxwell threw party hats at him playing Ayy Macarena by Tyga as well as jumping around him in circles.

Too fucking late...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARSHMALLOW!!!!!!!!” Riley squeaked throwing her arms around his neck and Liam, Hana, and Olivia walking in behind the two with smirks.

“I told you I hated birthdays.” Drake growled at Liam for reminding them.

“Might of let it slide... oopsie!” Liam said with a smirk you could practically hear.

“WOOOOO MY MANS B-DAY BE 2DAY!” Maxwell said popping some champagne and plopping a tiny party hat on Drake’s clearly annoyed face while Riley laughs.

Riley attempts to pinch his cheeks into a smile but he glares at his friends and she fails. “Come on!!! Lighten up Marshmallow!” Riley said bouncing on her toes while Olivia takes a swig if her champagne and Hana tries to hold off her laughter.

“Please don’t tell me we are having a party.” Drake said, pinching the bridge of his nose while a headache creeps up. Hana and Maxwell are to busy doing the Macarena to the song that they didn’t hear them but Liam and Olivia walk up and explain.

“We mighttttt of reserved a VIP table at this popular club that I heard had great whiskey.” Drake lifts his eyebrows at the mention of good whisky and the two laugh noticing his mood shift.

“MY MAN.” Maxwell yells from the make shift ‘dance floor’ they had set up in the middle of his bedroom with a small speaker which was now playing Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO.

“Max, chill please my head is about to explode.” Drake desperately pleaded but Maxwell shook his head and started jumping around chugging his Champagne.

“WE GON’ GET LIT TONIGHT” Maxwell squeaked. Riley cheered and he shook his head before turning back to Liam who was practically dying from laughter.

“you are so fucking dead Rhys...” Drake said with a growl, only making Liam and Olivia laugh harder.

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Later that evening...

“You can’t be serious Williams...” Drake growled at her looking back at his outfit that matched with her dress. It was a simple black dress shirt and his usual jeans which was no problem but..

The damn party hat....

“It looks cute on you!!” Riley said adjusting it on his head before grabbing his hand and pulling him outside to the car where the rest of their group sat cheering.

“So you dragged the beast.” Olivia said with a smirk as he reluctantly sat inside.

“Oh shush.”Drake glared and everyone laughed. Maxwell turns his attention to Drake while the car starts and rolls down the palace driveway.

“DrAkeEe!!! You’re like, ancient now!” Maxwell teased and Riley slaps His shoulder. “Don’t be mean!” Riley said in a stern but still playful tone.

“Fiiiiiineeee, But you gotta at least have some fun tonight!” Drake just stared at him and Riley both as they used their best puppy dog eyes.

“...Fine, I’ll have. A drink or two.” He answered turning away while they all said ‘yay!’.

“Only a couple thought...” he clarified.

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20 minutes later...

“WOOOHOOO!!!” Maxwell yelled out on the dance floor taking his 4th shot with Drake.

Welp, screw a couple.

“Hey Baby! Look at this mechanical bull!” Riley squeake, Liam chose a western style pub that was close to the palace, he didn’t think it was that bad.

“You have to try it!” Riley said over the music.

“Uh-Uh, no way am I doing that.” Drake crossed his arms and tried to walk away but Riley dragged him to the enterance and his friends gather around to watch.

Ughhhh

“Pleaseeeeeeee” Riley pleaded, giving him a nudge toward the platform and Drakes shoulders slump.

When she looks at me like that I can barely think let alone say no to her.

“...Fine.. but only once!” Drake said and they all cheer as the bull starts rocking back and forth.

This isn’t soo bad

Faster...

Still not horrible

Faster...

Okay, I like a challenge.

Faster...

Oh yikes

Faster!!!

Drake suddenly falls off the bull and everyone starts cheering and laughing.

“Drake: zero, Bull: One” Maxwell said throwing back another shot and he laughs while Riley jumps up and down, excited he gave it his best.

“Max, I’m gonna have to cut you off soon.” Liam said while he and Olivia stand there like 2 parents watching over their kids do stupid shit on the playground.

“hEll naw Li Li, Im’ b whole new manz toNIGHT!!” Maxwell said throwing his arms around his shoulder. “I’m thinking Wellmax...” he stretches out his hand and moves it across their line of vision and Liam and Olivia laugh.

“That’s just a mixed up version of your name Max.” Hana said walking up.

“You just gotta chillax, like Drake over here.” He points at Drake.

“I’m not going to ‘chillax’” Drake said with a scowl.

“Sometimes, the people who deny the chillax, are the ones who need to chillax the most.” Maxwell commented while dragging Riley who dragged him out into the dance floor while they all danced to Conò by Jason Derulo.

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30 minutes later...

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVEEE!” Maxwell protested as Liam dragged him out of the pub.

“Nope, too much alcohol for you today bud. It’s time to go home.” Liam responded, placing him in the SUV.

“Weeeeee!!!” Riley squealed while Bastien rolls her into the back seat next to Drake while Maxwell is at his other said and the others make their way into the car.

“dRake. My MANZ. How whus the NIGHT, we got LIT.” Maxwell clapped his shoulder and Riley snorts.

“Yeahhhh lets get you two back to the palace...” Drake responded and Riley plants a sloppy kiss on his cheek and falls asleep on his shoulder.

“Daumn, that looks comfy.” Maxwell said, imitating Riley and Drake sighs in frustration. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Liam snap a picture.

“Hey!” Drake exclaims while Hana, Olivia, Liam, and even Bastien try to hold in their laughter and Drake just shakes his head.

“You are all insufferable...” Drake mumbles loud enough for them to hear it.

“Yeah but you love us anyways” Liam said batting his eyes at him dramatically and they all laugh.

“Yeah. I guess I do.” Drake answers looking down at Riley and kissing the top of her head and mouths ‘I love you’ keeping his mouth there. He feels a wave of exhaustion flow over him and in a matter of minutes he’s asleep with his head resting on Riley’s and Maxwell’s snoring completing the scene.

“Well aren’t they adorable.” Olivia sates with a smile.

And with the 3 drunk baby acting adults, they drive home, only to do it again the next time...

Thank you for reading! -💖Sol

[nobeliumoxygenoxygenmisc]

Kagaminette || Halloween on ice

For Marigami week at @marigami-week day 3: protective

The class goes to the Halloween disco at the (very crowded) ice rink but when they all split up, Kagami’s determined to spend it well with Marinette. (~1.5k words)

note: (i know its called marigami week but ive been calling them kagaminette for so long its stuck im sorry) im also late oof and theres like 1% of the actual prompt in here but i hope you enjoy :D 

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It’s not the most formal date out there; far from it, especially considering the fact that they hadn’t gone out with the intention of making it a date and the fact that the only reason the two were alone now was because they’d lost most of Marinette’s classmates in the crowd (Rose and Juleka were swallowed up immediately; Nathaniel and Marc going into a corner in the stands; the chaotic group that consisted of Alya, Kim, Alix, and a helpless Max zooming onto the rink; and the others just plain disappearing).

But it was an impromptu one and now that it was, Marinette knew that Kagami was not going to let it go to waste (it had taken a lot of convincing--and perhaps some half-truths--to get her mother to let her come after all).

And yet… 

“I’m not too sure about this Kagami…” Marinette mumbled, huddled right next to her girlfriend as the crowd in the centre surged around them. The strobing disco lights were flashing all sorts of colours, moving around and settling on different people every time. “It’s… really crowded.”

For a brief moment, she swore a spotlight focused on Juleka and Rose before moving on; the former magnificent in her mysteriously stylish costume (the name of which Marinette hadn’t caught), the latter almost downright terrifying as a petite but very realistic zombie. 

Kagami scanned the centre, her sharp gaze visible even in the dim lighting (in truth, she wondered if that was a hazard; surely in such a crowded, party environment everyone should be able to see everyone else as easily as possible). They both stood on the outside of the rink wall, their ice skates and costumes on. Ones they had made together; a demon and an angel.

In a lovely twist of events that had surprised everyone, it was Marinette the demon who had arrived at the rink, side-by-side with her beautifully angelic girlfriend. Although, the latter had insisted herself that Marinette be the angel, claiming that the angel wings that they had worked so hard on deserved to be worn by the ‘true angel.’ (”And besides, it was you who did most of the work, Marinette. You deserve it much more.” “But I only did it so that you could wear it Kagami! And well... I may have...”)

And it hadn’t taken much to convince her otherwise; Marinette claiming that she had already started making the costumes based on their respective measurements and swapping them would have rendered all her earlier work useless... not that it would have mattered; they were able to share each others’ clothes anyway.

“We can handle it,” Kagami said decidedly, squaring up her shoulders in the way Marinette knew that nothing was going to stop her now. She sighed but relented as she was led onto the rink, where her feet suddenly decided not to move. At least the skaters glided almost effortlessly out of their way.

She swallowed; she hadn’t been on the ice since… since when? 

Oh! Since that double date with Adrien and Luka and Kagami. She smiled in spite of herself; oh how much things had changed. 

Kagami glanced at her, her own smile forming at the sight of Marinette’s; demonic red and black makeup and all. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh… A-a bit wobbly, to be honest.” She laughed nervously. “It’s been a while.”

“Indeed. The last time I’ve gone skating was on that double date last year.” Marinette’s eyes widened; so Kagami remembered too. “Do you remember?” She nodded vigorously.

“Definitely. There was so much drama back then, wasn’t there? When you thought you liked Adrien but he liked me and I thought you liked him but you liked me but you both thought I liked Luka--”

Marinette stopped when she heard Kagami’s laughter (a sound she was probably never going to get tired of), joining in after a moment. “It was a mess, wasn’t it?” She agreed, Marinette catching her fond smile. 

“It was.” She squeezed her hand. “But I’m glad that’s over.”

“Me too, Marinette.”

“Hey you two!” A familiar voice called out. Alix zoomed up, coming to a sharp curve around them, her bunny ears swinging from the speed. “Hurry up and get skating! You’ve been standing there for so long!” She raced into the crowd, a scarecrow following swiftly and yelling after her. Marinette could barely catch the “You’re slow Kim!” as she disappeared.

“Your friends are right,” Kagami said, gripping her hand tighter. “But we can start slow.”

Marinette nodded, cheeks dusted. Maybe if it weren’t such as unpredictable time she would be fine, but the rink was bustling with more people than she had initially thought, now that she was actually in it (and now that she remembered just how empty it had been on that double date before; she could hardly imagine that same rink which had served only four teenagers now held over two hundred skaters, on the rink alone). 

“Don’t be ashamed, Marinette,” Kagami said encouragingly.

“O-oh I know!” She laughed as they began marching, taking slow glides in the clockwise direction of the crowd’s flow. 

They skated for half a lap before picking up speed silently, Marinette gaining enough confidence to loosen her hold on Kagami’s hand, blushing when she realised just how tightly she’d been squeezing. 

A blur of brown and grey swerved in front of them. “Hey lovebirds! Say cheese!” Alya yelled, skating past with her phone out as she snapped a photo. She grinned, laughing as she looked at it. “You both look terrified! Love it!” 

“Wa-wait Alya take another!”

“Maybe if you catch up to me!” Alya winked, turning to face forward again with a swing of her arms, the glittering makeup stitches shining in the colourful lights.

Marinette groaned. “Bet that’s going to make it in our yearbook…” Kagami laughed softly. “Glad you find that a good thing.”

“It is not but it is an amusing thing.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to--” 

Oh no--

Sensing them without seeing, she was ripped away before she could move, Kagami tugging her away.

An arm wrapped around her back, the both of them twirling towards the centre as a familiar scarecrow crashed into the wall.

“Oh my god Kim you moron!” Alix yelled, coming to a stop in front of him. “You nearly killed someone!” She turned to face them, her eyebrows raising as she realised just who he’d nearly killed. “You nearly killed Marinette Kim.”

Kim shook his head, looking around for his straw hat before he found the two; Kagami’s eyes narrowed at him, Marinette’s wide. “But you can’t kill angels?” 

“Kim are you serious?”

He blinked. “Oh right. S-sorry Marinette! Sorry Kagami--I got a bit outta control back there.”

“No kidding,” Alix muttered, picking up his hat and chucking it at him. 

Marinette smiled. “It’s alright… but maybe be careful next time.”

“Others will not be as fast as we are,” Kagami added, her voice low and firm. 

Kim winced at her tone but nodded. “I will!” 

Alix huffed, crossing her arms. “Maybe it’s time for a break. Ever since Max got off we’ve been a mess and I’m starved; where’s the free sausage sizzle?”

Marinette wriggled her arm out of Kagami’s hold, pointing towards the direction of the entrance. “It should be to the left of the entrance. Inside where the cafe is.”

Alix nodded. “Thanks Marinette! Let’s go Kim, before you kill another person,” She said before skating away.

“Hey!”

They watched them go for a brief moment as Marinette relaxed, her thumping heart slowing. 

Before realising that she was still in Kagami’s embrace (and then her heart sped up again).

“A-ah Kagami it’s fine now… you can--” She blushed as Kagami turned to look at her, her face… much closer than she anticipated. “You can… um… l-let...” Her voice trailed off as Kagami continued to gaze at her, an expectant look on her face. 

Then just as suddenly as she’d been pulled into Kagami’s arms, Kagami nodded, “Right,” and pulled away. 

And she cursed herself for even mentioning it.

Sure, standing like that in the middle of the ice rink might not have been the most practical thing but it had been the most comfortable thing.

Somewhere, a certain brunette glasses-wearing Frankenstein’s monster facepalmed as the music changed, followed by a hush over the crowd. 

The colourful lights dimmed, until the rink was bathed in a pale flush of reds and pinks. As one they slowed, some moving into the centre to find their own space, others getting off as lights spotlighted on couples (Marinette noticed Adrien and Nino under one, Nathaniel and Marc in another). 

And then one on them, too.

A look of wonder crossed Kagami’s face as she gazed around the centre, Marinette’s face too red to hide even under the red lights. 

“Is this… a couple’s dance?”

She squeaked, stammering. “U-um well it could be! Maybe!”

Kagami nodded slowly, deep in thought before looking up and offering her hand to Marinette. “Then may I have this dance?”

She tensed, a thrill going through her body... before the words spilled out in a breathless rush. “I-I don’t know are you sure? Youmightnotwantitthat’sall--I mean I’mnotthebestdancer--or skater--andcombiningthosetwotogether--well it’s not gonna wend bell--end well. End well. And well let’s be honest and--”

“Marinette.”

“Yes?” She breathed.

“We’ll go slowly.”

“Okay.”

And they did, thankfully for Marinette’s sake, because her heart was beating way too fast for her to really be in control of her body and she was gripping onto Kagami too tightly and oh, her hands were so sweaty oh no Kagami must think she’s gross. And such a coward too, her legs were wobbling for goodness sake why was she like this--

“I like this,” Kagami said suddenly (and never mind it was a good thing she was like this). She smiled, the same, soft, mushy smile Marinette always received (and would never get tired of receiving). 

And that was all it took. Marinette relaxed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. That’s right; she didn’t have to panic around Kagami, didn’t have to worry. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I do to--”

“Come on lovebirds, get moving,” another all too familiar voice piped up in frustration, as all too familiar hands took Marinette’s and wrapped them around Kagami’s neck, a gentle push sending her gliding forward, in an all too familiar scenario. 

But before either of them could really register anything, Alya was already speeding away, her laugh sounding much too cunning for Marinette’s liking (maybe Trixx was getting to her).

“Alya I’m going to kill you!” She yelped after the girl, who flashed her a peace sign without turning around. 

“More like you’re going to thank me girls!”

Marinette groaned, head lolling forward just short of Kagami’s forehead. “I’m… so sorry about her.”

Kagami breathed out a laugh. “It’s fine. She’s very enthusiastic about… other people’s love lives.”

“Ever since she got me and you together she’s been calling herself the most successful matchmaker and now that Adrien and Nino are together she’s basically proclaimed herself Cupid.” Marinette huffed, rolling her eyes again. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she challenges Andre tomorrow.”

“Alya would be a better matchmaker than that ice cream man,” She stated, so matter-of-factly that Marinette had to stifle a laugh. But then Kagami frowned, thoughtful. “Though I don’t think Alya got us together. I’m certain we would have started dating with or without her interference.”

“That’s true. We would have found each other regardless.” Marinette beamed, thinking of the day Alya had rushed in announcing that it wasn’t Adrien Kagami liked, but Marinette--a week after Marinette had finally figured out her true feelings. “But who knows how much longer we might have had to wait to be with together.” 

Kagami’s own smile was enough of an answer, and in the flushed lighting, Marinette thought that even if she was without the halo and the wings and the hastily applied glittering makeup (because her mother would have possibly grounded her for life otherwise so they’d had to do it on the way to the ice rink), Kagami would always look as good as an angel.

Kagami would always be an angel to her.

[fuck-customers]

i only lasted 3 days cause it was already hell.

tl;dr will be at the end cause this is gonna be a long one.

so i applied to p**s**** because i thought it would be a good first job, especially as a dog lover that has 3 dogs of my own. i specifically applied to be a pet trainer, since both on their website and the site i found the hiring ad on, they said the position was available at the location closest to me and that's a job i could actually see myself fully pursuing. both still, to this day, say that position is available and i applied back in april (im posting this in early june).

however, when they called, they said that only the position of a dog bather was available. i was disappointed, and confused, but i brushed it off. they were the only place that had replied at the time, so i thought it'd be worth at least giving it a shot, you know?

fast-forward a bit and i get four interviews: one phone interview with the hiring manager, and three different in-person interviews with the sl, hiring manager, and the store owner. the interviews were alright, but were already showing red flags. specifically in varying answers about my hours, and whether or not i could take the volunteer opportunity i have later this summer working with pets while working there. but, i brushed it off, cause again this was the first and only place that had responded at the time.

i get hired in the interview with the store owner, and he sets me up for my first day with only a time to come in, not a proper full schedule. i winded up only being there for 2 hours for a store tour. 

my second day is the same deal, with no proper schedule being given, just a time to come in. i start my training on my second day, all of which is done on a shitty tablet that started dying within 2 hours of me using it. i winded up having to continue my training in the store owner's office because he was the only one with a working charger.

5 fucking hours pass with no one checking in on me, no fucking break, the store owner never coming into his office.. once my adhd ass' hyperfocus dies down, my hunger starts registering, as well as a need to go to the bathroom, and i realize it's almost 6 fucking pm. id been there since 11 in the morning. i go out to go to the bathroom and im informed that the store owner had already left without telling me, or letting me off. the manager left there winded up having to let me off, and apologizing on the store owner's behalf. 

i was there for 7 fucking hours, after being told i'd work a max of 4-6. nobody came to check in on me. nobody let me off for a break. i had to go out and be informed by other workers that the store owner just booked it without letting me know, or even checking his office at all that whole day, as soon as he got the chance. basically, i was forgotten about, and it was already established quick that the store owner didn't give a damn about me.

also of note: he was very absent. he barely went in. he wasn't there on my third day (took place the next day after my second), or the day after that when i called to quit. he seemed incredibly incompetent and irresponsible. 

my third day, my schedule was made by the sl according to her schedule, so i at least had a time i was leaving. but, contrary to the claims in the interview that i'd be working late mornings/early afternoons-the early evening, i was put on for 8 fucking a.m. to 3:30pm. almost 7 hours also, when i'd been told i'd be working 4-6. clearly, the managers didn't communicate on the alleged hours i'd be working! another bad sign!

i spent my third day in the salon to familiarize myself with the location, the atmosphere, the customers, and my co-workers. it was a horrendous first impression and really set the precedent for what would've been way more stressful than it was worth. 

they were not following many of the policies i was learning about in my training, they were extremely rough with the animals, they scolded them constantly, they ignored their yelps in pain or scolded them for crying in the first place, they kept them in the kennels for extended periods and scolded them for crying, ignored the rules about which dogs could/couldn't be kenneled and kenneled them anyway, were trying to gossip already, were trying to make me do shit for them and acting like i was sitting around doing nothing when i had an almost halfway full notebook of notes i was taking from the training, and also kept trying to talk to me or each other, not fucking paying attention when they have animals in their care and very sharp objects in their hands. they also all seemed frustrated and exhausted, which was not a good sign for my future there. it was a fucking nightmare to witness.

it was clear very quickly that i was gonna be nothing but unhappy there, and no amount of money was ever gonna be worth all the bullshit i'd already witnessed. being abandoned/forgotten about, people not doing their jobs right, none of them even remotely trying to hide their motive of wanting to take advantage of me the second they would've had the chance, lies about my hours/days, etc.

also expecting me to move up into the grooming career if i stayed long enough despite knowing i never fucking wanted to be put into that position in the first place. if i moved to any other position, it would've been a trainer, cause that's what i fucking wanted and they knew that. but they were understaffed in the salon so they tried to force me into a position i didn't want, and that wasn't worth the stress.

honestly, despite only being there 3 days, i could continue on. like the list of nightmares i saw in just those 3 days, and interviews, is endless. but this is long enough. 

tl;dr: 3 days may seem like far too quickly to quit a job, but don't try to dismiss me as a foolish youngin who can't 'handle the real world'. within 3 days i'd already been lied to about my hours and certain policies, under & overworked, abandoned/forgotten about, had higher-ups contradicting each other and making it clear they didn't communicate at all, people making it clear they wanted to take advantage of me, and the environment i was working in was shown to be way more stressful than it was worth, especially since i didn't apply for the position i was put in. my depression was literally already starting to spark up and make me resent waking up for work within those 3 days. wasn't worth it even those 3 fucking days! fuck that store, fuck the store owner especially, and fuck the co-workers who were already trying to take advantage of me. 

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 9

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -3.9k. -this may look like a love triangle but ill do my best not to turn it into one. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 9 : Her chapter

Olivia

We left at the end of the afternoon and we had to go with three different cars because of how many of us were going. I was a bit stressed to spend a few days with many people I barely knew but I was trying to convince myself it was a great way to actually get to know them, even if I knew I was mostly the kind of person who'd stick with the friends she already had and follow them everywhere. I also knew Harry and Niall would most likely chat with everyone and i'd have to settle in as well as I could.

I was stuck in a car with Harry, his sister Gemma, and Maya, making me wonder exactly why she was not in the same car as Niall, who was riding with Liam and Julie. In the last car, Louis was driving his girlfriend Eleonor, his sister Lottie and El's best friend Max, whom I was seeing for the first time. I didn't know the girls well but I had a few conversations with them and, if i wanted to be honest, I sort of really wanted them to accept me. It was fun hanging out with boys but I missed the company of girls sometimes, and I felt like discussing with these girls could be helpful, especially in my situation.

Gemma had proposed i'd sit in the front seat next to Harry and I suspected her to know about the weird relationship between her brother and I. It was getting to the point where it was becoming awkward because everyone knew about it even if nothing had happened yet. It's not that I didn't want to, because I did, but knowing it was threatening my friendship with Niall was stressful to me. Why did I have to choose between them?

"You okay?" Harry whispered, glancing at me with a frown.

He seemed genuinely worried and I liked that side of him that took care of me and always wanted to make sure I was at ease.

"Mmhm, yes."

The truth was, I kept glancing at the backseat where Maya was sitting. I didn't understand why Niall was interested in Heidi, but I could totally understand why he wanted to have sex with Maya. Not only was she gorgeous, but she also seemed kind and smart. It annoyed me more than I wanted to admit and I was extremely jealous of everything she was. I never enjoyed having any kind of attention focused on me except when it came to Niall and just admitting that to myself made me grimace.

I felt Harry's hand on my shoulder and my eyes found his again. Clearly, he had interpreted my grimace while looking at Maya as hatred or at least strong dislike because his fingertips brushed down my arm and grabbed my hand, giving it a quick but tight squeeze before he intertwined them with my fingers. It took me by surprise and I felt my heart jump in my chest. I suddenly realized we were parked and when I looked at the mirror again, I noticed we were alone in the car.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have invited her." he apologized, staring at me.

I felt my lips curl and shook my head slightly. I didn't want him to think I was mad at him or disappointed, and I surely didn't want him to think I had harsh feelings toward Maya. It was no one's fault but mine, and it was also my problem.

"No, she's cool." I said with a shrug as my eyes found her outside, chatting with Gemma. "And... hot."

"Is she?" he smiled, his eyes never leaving me. "I didn't notice."

This time, I burst into laughter and his smile grew. I was pretty sure even blind people could see how hot she was and thinking that a guy like Harry wouldn't have noticed wasn't only laughable, it was also impossible.

"Alright, i'm gonna have to wear a shirt 'i'm with stupid' when you're around."

"I'll gladly be your stupid."

I looked up at him again but my smile turned into a fond one. It was such a Harry thing to say and I liked it. I held my breath when I saw his gaze travel to my lips and without thinking, I licked them.

"You're pretty, you know that, right?" Harry asked in a whisper, his eyes roaming on my face.

No, I didn't. No, I was not. But I decided not to answer at all. I could feel my cheeks burn and I swallowed, tilting my head. I was speechless but I couldn't hide that I enjoyed the way he was looking at me, and how it seemed like I was the most important person in the room, no matter who else was present. It was just something Harry did that made it easy to be around him.

"Come on, people will start talking." I pointed out with a quick head movement.

"Let them." he just replied but still got out of the car a few seconds after I did.

We joined everyone who were either looking inside the lodge by the sliding door, or checking the amazing view of the lake from the patio. I pushed both my hands deep in my pockets and followed Harry as he took out the keys and unlocked the door. Someone rushed to the bathroom while some others walked through the halls, picking up a room. Everyone seemed busy around us but Harry turned to me and this time, sent me a shy smile.

"Look, I understand if you refuse, and please feel at ease to say no, but I thought maybe, we could share a room?"

I felt my heart jump up my throat, threatening to come out, but I pretended it didn't affect me. It's not that I didn't want to share a room with Harry but I was convinced it was a bad idea. I looked around and my eyes found Niall, who was bringing his bags with him. I waited until he was closer and when he noticed me, he sent me a smile and walked up to us.

"Hey, did you pick a room already? I'd like to drop me stuff." he asked, making the stress fade from my whole body all at once. "Any is fine, i'm not picky."

Niall was very picky but I kept that comment to myself and shrugged to Harry gently before turning back to my best friend again.

"Not yet, pick the one you prefer."

He felt the awkwardness as his eyes moved from me to Harry and then back at me. He finally just nodded and disappeared in the hall as I turned back to Harry.

"Sorry, I just sort of told Niall..." it was a lie. "Actually, we never really ask, we just assume that we're in the same room. It's just how it is."

I had to be honest with Harry. He was aware of the kind of relationship Niall and I had, but I also wanted him to know that Niall would always remain my best friend, no matter what. At least, that's what I hoped for.

"Hey, it's okay, I understand." he quickly added. "You share a room with Niall, and it's too soon anyway. Maybe an other time."

My mind instinctively tried to pair people and I felt nauseous. Who exactly would end up sharing a room with Harry? Would it be Maya? And If I had decided to be with Harry, would she share a room with Niall? The worst was that I had no idea which scenario would bother me the most.

"I think I may be alone in a room, actually." he explained, looking around and analyzing everyone, trying to match them in his head. "I thought about my sister but clearly, she's getting along very well with Maya."

I noticed the two girls laughing together, sitting on the couch, and without thinking, I let out a sigh of relief, making Harry chuckle. I turned back to him and felt embarrassed. He knew what I had been thinking and now I just wanted to sink into the floor and never reappear.

"You can always come in my room if you want to hang out or talk or anything."

I was about to answer something when Louis walked past us and put one of his hands on my shoulder.

"You have to see the pool." he let out, making me chuckle low. "We're all going right now."

"Man, my swimming suit is in my bags somewhere."

Louis sent me a cheeky smile and I frowned slightly. I was not going to like his idea, I could feel it.

"You don't need it. Panties and bra is enough." he pointed out. "It's okay if they don't match, love, no one's gonna look."

He paused and his eyes moved to Harry before looking back at me with an even bigger smile.

"Well, almost no one."

I brought my arms closer to me and crossed them over my chest, bringing my shoulders up and close to my cheeks. I didn't know why but his comment made me suddenly self-conscious but he left before I could say anything.

"Hey, you alright?" Harry asked, brushing his fingertips against one of my arms and making me jump a bit while a shiver crossed my back.

"Oh, yea, i'm good."

I stared at my feet a few seconds until I heard Harry tell me to follow him. We walked to the backyard and I noticed most people were already in the swimming pool. It was a very hot summer evening and I looked up at the sun slowly setting. I wanted to get in but I didn't want to undress and when I heard the sound of water splash near me, I saw Harry emerge, pushing his hair away from his face. His eyes found mine and he smiled, raising his eyebrows. I knew he wanted me to join him but I hated this situation. All the girls present had amazing bodies and I was well aware I didn't compare and never would. It was not only my weight that bothered me, but also all the imperfections on my skin that none of them seemed to have.

I breathed in and took my converse off along with my socks and quickly, I did the same with my pants, sitting on the side of the pool and sliding my legs in the water. It was cold and I shivered again. It was a miracle I had taken my pants off but I was definitely going to keep my shirt on. I knew no one was really looking at me or judging me but I was so tensed I almost screamed when once again, I felt Harry's fingers against my knee. I thought he was going to ask me why I didn't take my shirt off but he simply moved between my legs and looked up at me with a smile.

"So, how do you like it here?"

"I didn't visit every room but the view is perfect." I stated with a smile before I realized I was staring at him.

His lips curled into a cheeky grin and he raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you."

I opened my mouth to argue and correct myself but stopped immediately and pressed my lips back together. He did look perfect, I didn't need to take back my statement at all. We stared at each other for a while and I finally smiled at him.

"You're welcome."

He laughed, this time putting his whole hand on my knee and making my whole body throb. The sensation spread all over me as I looked at his palm pressed on my skin, warming me completely. It made me realize how bad I actually wanted Harry to touch me and I felt my cheeks turn red at the thought. I heard his phone and turned my head to look at his pants, laying next to me with the rest of his clothes, except his boxers that he was still wearing to swim. I reached for them and took the phone out, handing it to him. Quickly, he wiped his hands on his shirt and grabbed the phone from my hands, letting a low 'hello' in the receiver. The chat was short and he walked away from me, using the stairs to get out of the pool right before out eyes met. He sent me a sorry face and showed me his forefinger, letting me know it wouldn't be too long before finally disappearing inside.

I exhaled and closed my eyes, thinking about the way his fingers had moved gently on me and about how bad I wanted him to touch me again. It made me realize that I hadn't done anything sexual in so long, not even kissing, and I missed it. I missed feeling close to someone even if, I had to admit, the flirting was quite fun, too.

I breathed in deeply and dared to open my eyes again, the sight making me hold my breath again. Niall was facing me and leaning against the other side of the pool. He looked amazing. His wet hair falling on his forehead was almost long enough to hide one of his eyes and he put his hands behind himself, on the side of the pool, to push his body up. I felt like everything was in slow motion when my eyes traveled from his wet chest down to his boxers. They were sticking to his thighs but the waist band was low, his v-line was apparent, and I had a hard time looking away from the obvious bulge it was showing.

I swallowed my lust but also the guilt I felt as I stared at my best friend. I had thought about Niall this way very often and it was clearly not the first time I was seeing him almost naked, but the feelings I had for him were amplifying no matter how hard I was trying to suppress them. I hated myself and I was so mad  I couldn't control it that I closed my eyes again, but the image of Niall moving out of the pool in slow motion was torturing me behind my eyelids like it was engraved on my retina forever. I groaned after a few seconds and opened my eyes, quickly getting up. My heart stopped in my chest when I almost bumped into him and I sighed of relief.

"Shit, you scared me." I admitted, my eyes fluttering open.

"Where are you going?"

I looked in his eyes but he was frowning and I couldn't help but wonder if he had noticed the way I was looking at him.

"I'm just... I'm a bit tired." I lied. "I think i'm gonna nap until dinner."

"Where's Harry?"

My eyes fell on his wet chest and I grimaced at the feeling it was giving me. When my gaze met his again, I realized he probably thought my grimace was an answer to his question.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Someone called him and he left."

I knew he had many questions to ask but I didn't want him to talk. I had always thought that having sex with Niall would ruin our friendship but at that exact moment, I wanted it more than I thought I ever would. More than I should.

"I'm sorry, did you plan on sharing a room with him and I ruined it again?"

"Mm?"

I tried to focus on his words but the way my body was throbbing was distracting me and I cleared my throat as he raised his eyebrows.

"No, no." I denied with a shrug and a small smile. "I didn't want to share a room with Harry. We haven't even kissed yet I mean, sharing a bed seems like a big step."

I knew he was about to answer something but I quickly cut him. I didn't want to talk about Harry at this moment, and I didn't know how long I could stay close to Niall without exploding.

"I'm sorry." I quickly added. "I'm really tired. I'll see you at dinner yea? Keep me a spot next to you."

Without waiting for his answer, I walked inside, leaving my pants on the side of the pool and rushing to the hall, cursing mentally when I remembered I had no idea which room Niall had picked for us. I checked a few and finally saw his bag in one, sighing when I noticed there was only one bed. Of course, I was used to sleeping in the same bed as my best friend but for some odd reason, the intimacy was scaring me a bit at this point.

I closed the door behind me and sat on the bed, rubbing both of my hands on my face a few times. I had always been in love with Niall for as long as I could remember and I did lust him but why was it hitting me so hard when I was surrounded by people and when I was so close to have a real boyfriend. It felt like the love I have for my best friend was fighting against the potential relationship I clearly could develop with Harry.

I sighed loud and took place in the middle of the bed, leaning against the pillows. The bed was comfortable and I knew I would have no problem falling asleep in it but the throbbing was now localized between my legs and I was well aware it wouldn't leave before I did something about it. I was also bothered by the thought of Niall in the pool and I just wanted this image to leave my mind.

Reluctantly, I brought my hand up and slipped it in my panties. It felt awkward to do that in a house full of my friends and in a room I didn't know but it was stronger than me. I slipped two fingers on my slit and twitched at the feeling when the tips brushed against my clit. When was the last time someone touched me? When was the last time I touched myself? It was not so easy to do it on tour with a bunch of guys who were not always familiar with the word 'privacy' and since I came back, I had spent all my time with Niall. It was definitely a few weeks ago. As for the last time someone actually touched me, I couldn't remember at all.

"Oh my god." I whispered, already feeling close to an orgasm after only a minute or two.  "Fuck."

I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. I should have locked the door, but I didn't. And when it flung open, I jumped in bed exactly as the same time as my heart jumped on my chest.

"Shit, i'm sorry!"

"Holy fucki-hell!"

I tried to get up but one of my feet got stuck in the sheets of the bed and I fell down, the carpet fortunately softening my falling. I remained laying on the floor, my eyes closed, an other kind of throbbing sensation invading me. This time, I was embarrassed in a way I had never been in my life. I knew Niall was on the other side of the bed, waiting for me to get up, but I didn't want to face him, at least not now.

"Liv? Are you okay?"

He was a few seconds away from getting close to check if I was hurt and the thought scared me.

"I'm fine!" I quickly replied. "Please, leave!"

Silence. A heavy silence that seemed to last an hour.

"I'm so.. look, i'm so sorry, I should have knocked." he tried explaining. "I just didn't want to wake you up and-"

"It's fine!" I cut him again, talking a bit too loud. "Now could you please just leave?"

"Mm, yea, i'll just... grab a few things..."

I heard him grab his bag and unzip it, rummaging through it probably to find clean and dry clothes. I closed my eyes and shook my head, knowing I should have anticipated that and hating myself for not expecting it. What was I thinking, masturbating while so many people could just walk in on me?

"Okay, I'm leaving, I'll let you finish-."

This time, he stopped talking himself and let out a short chuckle at his own words.

"I mean, i'll let you nap." he rectified himself. "I'm really sorry Liv."

When I heard the door close behind him, I groaned and hit my head a few times on the floor, feeling the carpet rub slightly on my forehead. I was an idiot and I had no idea how i'd be able to look at Niall again. I breathed in and tried to reason myself and rationalize what had happened. Niall was my best friend and something so futile, even if extremely humiliating, could never break out friendship. Proof was, I had caught him masturbating too when we were young and it didn't change anything between us. In fact, it had probably brought us even closer, and I could only hope this incident was going to do the same thing.

I sighed again to give me some courage and got up only to let myself fall back in the bed. I pushed on the sheets with my feet and rolled a bit, pulling the covers and bringing them over me. I was about to fall asleep when I heard someone knock at the door. My heart jumped in my chest when I thought it was probably Niall and I kept quiet until the person knocked again.

"Olivia?"

I recognized Harry's low and soft voice and my lips curled while my stress fell.

"Come in." I answered in a whisper.

The light from the hall was now on and it made a halo glow around him. That thought made me smile and he walked closer, handing me my phone and my pants. I grabbed them and thanked him, tilting my head on the side. I knew Niall had not told him what had happened but I couldn't help to feel embarrassed anyway.

"Thanks, Harry."

"No problem." he answered in a breath. "Are you hungry? I made pastas."

The more I looked at him, the lighter I felt. I couldn't stay locked in this room forever anyway, I had to go there and talk with people, that was part of why I actually came here. I nodded and sent him an other smile.

"Thanks, give me five minutes and i'll be there."

He took a step back and nodded, his lips curled in a large smile.

"Take your time, no rush." he just said. "I'll keep you a place next to me."

I opened my lips to answer but he had already turned around and closed the door behind himself. It was the second time in only a few hours that I seemed to be stuck between Harry and Niall and I hated to choose, but I had the feeling it would happen a lot more and If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I didn't want to pick between them. I wanted them both in my life. I was just scared it would result in losing both.

[notalwaysthevillian]

Brewing Love

Warnings: Food mention, kissing

Pairings: Remile; background Logicality & eventual Prinxiety

Word Count: ~1k

Based on this post by @teacupfulofstarshine!

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Chapter 5

Remy rejoined the group, a little suspicious of the giggling girls and a blushing Emile. Choosing not to ask, he simply offered Emile his arm. “Shall we?”

Emile took his arm with a smile. That same smile that turned Remy’s insides to absolute mush.

If this is how Patton makes Logan feel, no wonder he’s such a disaster gay.

The theater was just down the street from the pizzeria. It took them no time at all to get there. Once they’d arrived, Valerie and Io insisted on getting the popcorn and snacks. With left Remy and Emile to grab seats for the four of them.

Since they were so early, the entire theater was empty, giving them plenty of options.

Waving a hand, Remy said, “Up to you.”

Emile chose seats in the middle. They put their jacket on one, Remy draping his blazer over the other.

An awkward silence followed as they sat down. The previews hadn’t started yet, leaving them in almost complete darkness.

Conversation starters blazed through Remy’s mind, all of them being shot down for being to generic. After a brief moment of thought, an idea came to him. He put his hand on the armrest, leaning over to whisper, “Wanna know a secret?”

“A secret?” Emile tilted their head, looking like a confused puppy.

Remy tugged the armrest up. It slid into place between their chairs, turning their two seats into one. Emile let out a gasp, immediately trying it with the next chair. “That’s so cool!”

Remy slid a little closer. “So, would you prefer having it up or down?”

“Hmm...definitely up.” In one smooth move, Emile grabbed Remy’s hand and slid under his arm. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah - yeah! It’s perfectly fine.” Feeling his face heat up, Remy was glad that the room was still rather dark.

Emile moved Remy’s arm to wrap around their waist, moving their hand over his and linking their fingers. “And this?”

An undignified squeak came out of his mouth. “It’s - it’s, um, fine.”

Emile turned towards him, pressing their noses together. Moving in sync, they started to close the gap.

Only to jump back when ads began to roll, dimly lighting the room. Not even a moment later, Valerie and Io walked in. Io was holding a huge bucket of popcorn and Valerie’s arms were filled with various bags of candy.

“Dibs on the Fun Dip!” Emile called.

Valerie dumped half of the treats on Emile’s lap. Her eyes trailed down Remy’s arm wrapped around them. “I see you figured out the armrest trick.”

“Bold of you to assume I didn’t already know that trick.” Remy shot back with a grin.

Valerie held her hands up in surrender, getting a giggle out of both Io and Emile. “Fair enough.”

The girls sat down, flipping up their own armrest. Valerie gave Io a quick kiss on the cheek before wrapping the smaller girl in her arms, cuddling her close.

Subconsciously, Remy tightened his grip on Emile. They let out a contented sigh, leaning against him.

Halfway through the movie, Emile migrated into his lap. Remy wrapped his arms around their waist. As soon as he did, he realized he had a problem.

He didn’t want to ever let go.

As the movie wrapped up, Emile leaned back, tilting their head. Remy looked down, heart pounding as he realized that their lips were only separated by an inch.

His eyes started to slide shut…

...and the lights snapped on, nearly blinding him in the process. Emile practically launched themselves off his lap and back into their seat.

Valerie caught the movement, shooting the two of them a teasing grin.

Before she could say a word, Io pressed their lips together, hopefully driving anything she had to say out of her mind.

Remy had never been more thankful for the smaller girl. He stood, stretching his arms above his head. His eyes slid to his date, who was staring at where his shirt had ridden up.

“See something you like?”

That familiar pretty pink blush flooded Emile’s cheeks as their eyes snapped back to his face. “Hmm?”

The innocent act wasn’t something that Remy was used to, but apparently it was something that got his blood flowing.

Emile got to their feet, grabbing Remy’s hand and intertwining their fingers. They turned to the girls, who’d finally separated. “I’m gonna make sure Remy gets home alright.”

Io nodded, flashing them a smile. “Text us when you get home so we know you’re safe.”

“Even if it’s not until the morning.” Valerie said, getting a playful swat from her girlfriend.

The two standing turned bright red at the comment. Emile managed to stammer out a goodbye before dragging Remy out of the theater. Remy pulled out his phone, managing to snag an Uber.

“Sorry about her.”

Remy looked up from the screen. “Don’t be. Your friends are great!”

Emile shot him a smile. “I’m glad you like them. Maybe we can go on a triple date soon? If you wanted to invite your cousin and his boyfriend.”

“I could, but they’d just make-out the whole movie. Those two have no shame.” Laughter bubbled from Emile’s mouth, causing a fluttery sensation in Remy’s stomach.

On the ride back to Remy’s place, he noticed Emile fidgeting. They were constantly biting their lip, as well as rubbing their thumb in circles over the back of Remy’s hand.

Emile walked him all the way to his door.

“So…” They bit their lip again, something that was driving Remy crazy. He wanted nothing more than to bite it for them. “Are we...like, a couple now? If you don’t want to be, that’s fine, I just wanted to know.”

Taking his chance, Remy stepped forward. Emile backed into the wall, their breathing hitching when Remy leaned an arm against the wall. “I, for one, would love to call you my partner.”

“Me too.” The reply was breathless as Remy pressed his body against theirs, moving slowly to let Emile say no if they wanted.

A no is the exact opposite of what he received. Emile wrapped an arm around his neck, tugging him down.

Their lips finally met and sparks flew. The world narrowed, becoming just the two of them.

It was completely and utterly perfect.

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Marinette: Guardian of the Miraculous

part 2

i have too many wips but im writing something else again :)) (woes of a writer/artist/just creators don’t @ me here)

so my brain clearly isn’t prioritising so here’s a really very long lil one shot based on this post i found by @aly4son and it’s pretty cute and fluffy. i decided to make some changes and add some stuff here as well becuz i love fluff hope it’s okayy. this took pretty long becuz i had to figure out how to put everything together ://

and as it stand it is getting way too long so im gonna have to put up a second part whoops.

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“Hmm… Add a little of this…, a drop of water from the Dragon’s Tears Fountain… Oh, don’t forget the edible glitter…”

Marinette was adding different ingredients to her pot, swirling her wooden spoon at the same time. She was preparing for her final test before she was officially declared the new Guardian of the Miraculous. However, she needed a break from all the formulas and power-up functions. So, she decided to continue playing around with the concoction she’s been working on for weeks, hoping to complete her experiment that afternoon. She knew she could just finish it after her test, but she could feel that she’s so close, and was eager to observe the results.

Ever since she started learning the recipes of the power-up potions, she wondered what other power ups she could try making, if it were possible. She’s been trying over and over again, playing around with different kinds of ingredients. She’d even brought some items from the bakery, if only to give it a little taste and colour. (And also to test a theory of whether it can be used to make power-up potions. It did work out in the end, but only some foods.) She remembered Chat mentioning that Plagg hated those power-up cheese (said it tasted like “liquidy goo you humans take when you’re sick”) and decided to mess around with flavours.

“And… Done! Tikki? Up for another round of taste testing? I think I’ve got it this time!”

“Of course, Marinette! I’m curious though, why did you add the glitter?”

“It’s for flair, for the potion I’m brewing. If this works, you’ll see why I wanted glitter in there.” Marinette threw in a wink, and dipped a little spoon inside the pink, glittery liquid. Tikki floated towards it and took a sniff, noting the scent of champagne coming from it. I wonder if kwamis ever get drunk, didn’t think we’d try that before in all the time we spent in the miracle box.

She quicked sipped the delicious brew, and immediately felt a tingling sensation.

“It’s happening! It worked!”

In a flash of pink, Tikki transformed, her usual self now a sparkling crystal-like texture, her centre spot and tail (?) now dazzling diamonds.

“Wow… Well, what power up is this?”

“It’s called the Elegant power up, ooooooor Exquisite. Haven’t really decided on the name yet. It’s just a little fun power-up I came up with, you know, like a fancy dress transformation.”

“Cool! I’m sure Kaalki would love to try this power-up. It’s glorious.” Tikki laughed at her own little joke.

Oh, how she wished she could snap a photo of Tikki, but kwamis don’t show up on cameras. It was a great accomplishment, and she was really proud of herself. Specially created with an original outfit designed by her, a sketch of the design slowly added into the mixture while it boils. (Another absurd theory that flitted through her mind.) Never thought this crazy idea would work but here we are.

“Alright, I’m going to try transforming. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Marinette!”

“Elegant Tikki! Spots on!”

The familiar feeling of transforming washed over Marinette, yet it feels completely different at the same time. The swirls of pink magic disappeared to show a red cocktail dress with exquisite black sequins scattered on silk, the fabric a darker shade of red than what she usually wore. Extremely fancy indeed.

A Mandarin collar wrapped around her neck with a mini brooch which had a symbol engraved into it, a representation of her Chinese heritage and the pattern associated with the Miraculous. The top half had black polka dots, embodying her super-persona’s namesake, along with a matching mask and gloves, both of which had intricate embroidery. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish updo, braids twisted to form a crown above her head. Her red heels has little ladybugs on them, just like the one in her hair. Just how she imagined it.

“Wow, this is even better than what i would have done!” Marinette twirled around, noticing that the outfit has a litte glittery shine to it. Now she wish she would get to wear this someday; she felt like a princess! (Well, it was pretty funny because Chat would always call her civilian self that.)

In the midst of admiring her work, Master Fu walked into the room. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, and Marinette shrieked, quickly transforming back to her usual self.

“Ah, sorry Master! I was messing around with an idea I had and I completed it just now. Don’t worry, I was practicing potions before that.”

“I’m not mad, Marinette. On the contrary, I’m actually very pleased that you have managed a feat that even my masters were unable to achieve back when I was in training with them. Perhaps I could show it to them when I return for a visit.

“In the mean time, how about you use this power-up for your Guardian officiating ceremony. It is something to celebrate after all and you deserve it.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say. She just thanked the master profusely, grateful for the opportunity to try out her new invention. She didn’t bother trying to refuse because she knows that there would still be one no matter what she says. Master Fu simply waved it off with a chuckle.

“Now, would you like to have your final test today or prefer to still wait for tomorrow? I feel that you are ready.”

—

School was still a priority, being in senior year and all. Marinette could only work on designs during her free time, and with Hawkmoth around those are scarce. Marinette would sometimes sketch out ideas besides finishing her homework, for fear if forgetting them. She absolutely hated it when an idea struck while she was busy fighting an akuma.

Good thing was, she didn’t need to worry about measurements. The miraculous will ensure that everyone’s suits and dresses would fit them to a t. So all she had to do was make sure that the designs represented each of the holders perfectly.

Tikki wholeheartedly agreed that Marinette deserved to be celebrated as the new Guardian, she hadn’t had a holder who was a Guardian since millennias ago. She was positively buzzing with exhilaration, moves animated with so much zest Marinette was afraid she might explode.

Chat was the first person she told about becoming a Guardian. He was surprised, after all he wasn’t aware of her receiving training, but that was short-lived as he immediately tackled Ladybug in a humongous bear hug for her sensational achievement. He even said, and I quote, “My, I’m honoured to be graced with the presence of the great and powerful Guardian of the Miraculous Box,” topped off with an exaggerated bow and a kiss to the knuckles.

He was also ecstatic about the prospect of a new transformation. Ladybug told him to assure Plagg that she had added a different flavour to it, and will add some cheese to his batch on top of infusing it in his beloved camembert. That night, Plagg denied purring loudly in his sleep. (“You were dreaming, Adrien. Hallucinating!”)

Three months of constant sketching and resketching, coloring in and retracing it for the potion, Marinette finally got the designs out. She asked the kwamis for their opinions on the designs, (after a mini celebration of their own, obviously.) and they gave their input. Some even made flavour requests, though they still kept the champagne in there as they loved it and it made the power-up more fancy.

Then it’s another week of measuring, mixing, and carefully infusing the correct batches into the different snacks. She almost put Wayzz’s herbal tea flavoured potion into Pollen’s honey comb, if not for Tikki and Wayzz’s interference. Oh, the look of horror on Pollen’s face would send Plagg laughing with tears.

With everything ready, it’s time to paaaaaaaaartay! (Clearly Xuppu was here :) )

—

With the help of Chat Noir, they managed to get the miraculouses to the respective holders’ rooms before they arrived home from school. She handwrote all the dissolving letters containing the information, taking care to use her cursive. Those online lessons really paid off, even Tikki couldn’t recognise that she was the one who wrote it.

Ladybug hid behind a rooftop as she watched Max open read the letter, coming to the conclusion that everyone else is doing the same. She hoped that she had made her instructions clear enough, considering how… excited some of her classmates could be.

—

Everyone was confused when they found a box in their rooms, realising soon after that it was a miraculous box. Alya and Chloe immediately opened their boxes, paying no mind to the paper that were below.

“Oh, finally! Ladybug is giving the Miraculous to me! It’s about time.”

“Trixx! Does Ladybug need me?” An extremely loud gasp, “Oh my gosh, is she here? Do I get to hold on to my miraculous?”

The kwamis questioned had to clarify that no, Ladybug was not nearby as there is no emergency, no, it was only for a few short hours, and no again, the miraculous was technically not theirs but “belonged” to the Guardian for safekeeping unless they are permanent holders. They were only temporary holders who are called upon when their help were needed.

(Ladybug and Master Fu had them make sure they got it through their heads after getting irritated when some people kept begging for it again. And also to inform those whose identities were compromised that it was their last time using theirs.)

“Please read the letter before you do anything, Alya.”

“It contains some important information that you really must know before you call upon me, my queen.”

All holders read through the letter:

“Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m to be officiated as the new Guardian of the Miraculous, and it would really make my happy if you could join me tonight. Along with your miraculous, you will find a small snack for your kwamis. It is to be consumed strictly before transforming, so do not waste it as I’ve only provided a small piece.

You will transform tonight at 4am, going going to the address listed below. Don’t worry, the kwami will be able to help you with that. I know it is late but this is to ensure no reporters or your parents will see you sneak out. Hawkmoth rarely comes out at night anyway, so that’s a bonus.

Chat Noir and I are greatful for your contributions as the heroes of Paris, so we would also like this to be a celebration of thanks. Hope to see you there!

Signed, Ladybug

Address: 53 Rue de Corentin, Petit Fortune Hôtel 3rd floor”

The letters dissolved with a flame of green sparkles, kwamis reaffirming the chosens that they know the address and will help them navigate.