#especially the other day..if u know wat I’m talking about

[werebutch]

Why does my sister crush all hope of having a good time with her when we’re out. Like she does it on purpose. And I keep believing that the next time will be better 😭

[wildpeachfarm]

hiii idk i thought u might be interest in this. brittanny made a new video with commentary youtuber lerix discussing the whole george & caiti thing. i haven't been able to watch it but lerix wat the guy who posted that GeorgeNotFound: The Real Victim of Caitibugzz video (his most recent and most viewed video btw) brittany reacted to which is pretty interesting. skimming over the comments he was being a debate lord and talking over her, meanwhile she was philososhying as she does so 😭

Oh yes I did know that stream was going to happen! I follow Brittany on Twitter and she retweeted something about it the other day :)

Honestly I’m getting to a point where it’s almost mentally exhausting for me to keep listening to 3+ hour vids about the situation considering I already have my formed opinions that I am not interested in changing. Maybe I will skim through it to see if there was anything especially interesting but for the most part I probably won’t watch it

[sparkles-and-trash]

The Gaang are Roommates AU ~

note: this is a rewrite and repost of my old roommates au, there was some stuff I wanted to change, and I wanted to make the parts a little longer, so yeah, ta-dah! 

- think modern setting in the canon universe, bending is still a thing 

- the Gaang are all in going to Ba Sing Se University 

- I’m gonna change the ages a bit to make it easier for myself, sorry 

- Zuko, Sokka, Suki and Mai are 20, Katara, Ty Lee and Azula are 19, Aang, Toph and Yue are 18

- so, Zuko, Sokka, Katara, Aang and Toph end up living together in a big loft type apartment 

- Sokka and Aang are old best friends, they met Toph in Middle School, and Katara is a natural part of the group 

- until now Sokka and Katara have both been living in the dorms, and they both hate it intensely 

- but now that Aang and Toph are also in uni, they all decide to move in together!

- …but the only problem is that the only place they find that they like is just out of their price rage (Toph’s parents aren’t supportive of her major so they’re not helping out much)

- enter: ~ Zuko ~

- so, Zuko has been living with his uncle Iroh since his Father, who’s a high up in some big and important company the Fire Nation, disowned him for speaking up against the company’s shifty treatment of workers and ruining a lot of sacred land etc 

- they’re still firebenders and the scar still happened, not in an Agni Kai, but it happened 

- but after Zuko started uni, Iroh really tried to push him to meet some people his own age and make some friends

- the only people Zuko talks to on the regular besides Iroh is Azula, Ty Lee and Mai, and Mai is the only one who is like, his friend yanno?

- the last year the deal was that if Zuko didn’t branch out, Iroh would have him live one year with other students

- it’s his idea of tough love 

- Zuko tried to do some random kid’s homework to have them pretend to be his new friend in front of Iroh so he wouldn’t have to, but Iroh can tell he’s lying so easily 

- so, Zuko ends up hearing about the Gaang through Mai, who heard from Ty Lee, who plays field hockey, Suki, who’s best friends with Sokka

- so, he goes to meet them, and it’s so awkward mY GOD

- Katara is a B I G environmental activist and HATES Ozai and his company, with good reason

- she eases up a tad when Zuko admits to being turned away from as a teen, but she is still suspicious

- Aang loves him right away, ofc, and that makes Katara even more suspicious because she’s pretty protective of Aang

- she claims it’s because he’s so kind and believes everyone but she totally liikeees hiiiim

- Toph is just like, sure, as long as he pays his rent idgaf

- Sokka is weirdly quiet, because he’s had a huge crush on Zuko forever, and the only one who knows is Aang (and Toph but she ain’t no snitch)

- so, ya boy makes the cut, and before they know it, it’s move-in day!

- but, the idiots didn’t think through the facts that it’s only three bedrooms oops

- and Toph is NOT afraid to pull the “I’m blind and I need my space” card

- and nobody’s up to fight her on it, so 

- let’s just say there is A LOT of back and forth, but with Katara refusing to room with her brother again, and Zuko being rightfully scared of Katara, it ends up with Zuko and Sokka sharing a bedroom, and Katara and Aang

- they have separate beds ofc

- but still, tension, man, so much tension

- it takes a while, but the dynamics starts working out really well

- Zuko is good at grocery shopping and likes to clean, and Aang is always happy to help him out

- Sokka loves cooking, so he does that a lot

- Katara is always on top of the others with schoolwork and making sure everyone is okay, and she usually does it in genius, sneaky ways so people doesn’t even notice that she does it

- Toph is clearing the air off bullshit

- like, she will call a bitch out

- but because she cares about said bitch

- so, Aang knows that Sokka has a crush on Zuko because Sokka told him in a weak moment, and Toph knows because she just knows

- Aang is a good friend tho, and he tries to like, ease them together

- but he is so awkward about it, the poor thing, and Zuko doesn’t understand AT ALL

- Toph is just sitting back and sighing a lot

- Katara doesn’t understand either but she just stays out of it (smart girl)

- but okay, we know how oblivious Zuko can be right?

- Sokka can give him googly eyes and blush and stutter around him so much and he still has no clue at all

- Zuko starts thinking Sokka just doesn’t like him at all

- but then one night Zuko has this really intense nightmare

- okay and quick addition, his scar is… handshaped? Like, you can clearly tell what happened to him

- but nobody talks about it, yet

- but then he’s having a terrible nightmare and is talking and begging and pleading in his sleep

- so much that Sokka wakes up

- and he catches on pretty fast, but had no idea what to do

- so he just shuffles over to Zuko’s side of the room and starts tapping his shoulder rapidly

- but nothing happens

- so he just… gently and awkwardly pats his head until Zuko wakes up

- and Zuko is like… wat u doin there bro

- and Sokka is like… just patting ur head to wake you from a nightmare bro

- and they awkwardly just mumble and go back to their beds

- but Zuko is smiling a lot because someone who’s not his family or a family friend really cares about him

- after that, Zuko slowly starts opening up to all of them, but Sokka especially 

- he never really tells them about being cast out and burned tho

- until one day he kinda casually slings it into a convo all fast and awkwardly

- it’s just Toph, Aang and Sokka there

- Toph yells so WHAATTT so loudly and just metalbends the whole fridge into a clump in rage

- Aang cries lmao but he tries to hide to and be supportive and not awkward

- Sokka is kinda quiet, but he carefully asks about it that night when they’re in their beds, and they talk a little about it

- Aang tells Katara (with permission) and she awkwardly, but wholeheartedly tells him that he can always talk to her

- they do that «awkward sibling hug» from Gravity Falls after

- *hugs stiffly* «pat, pat»

- but okay, Toph and metalbending when angry, it happens quite a lot 

- this was the first time it was the fridge, but the toaster, the microwave, and several other appliances have met the same fate

- everyone is kinda used to it now, and she always replaces it

- except Zuko, who’s still kinda new to them all

- but what are you supposed to say when your new friends is so outraged by the abuse you went through that they crush a whole ass fridge?

- it actually reminds him that he’s cared for here, by these people who owe him nothing, and is not related to him, and it makes him a little dizzy to have people care this way

- he casually mentions it to his Uncle Iroh the time he’s in at work, that his new friend is a metalbender and squashed their whole fridge when she was pissed on his behalf

- Iroh is thrilled

- to the point of offering Toph a job lmao

- Toph, desperate to cut of as much ties with her family and be as self-sufficient as possible, agrees

- and now Iroh have two formerly rich kids with no clue about any sort of customer service and basic stuff like that working for him

- Toph is a hard worker tho, and she and Zuko work surprisingly well together

- Katara is a little relived, because the more those two work, the less are the chances of either of them trying to cook or do too many chores around their apartment

- they mean well, or, Zuko does, but he does so much dumb shit when trying to help lmao

- Sokka starts spending a lot of time over at The Jasmine Drago too

- Aang is still trying to keep the fact that Sokka likes Zuko a secret, but he is having trouble

- Katara is his biggest weakness, and now they’re suddenly alone with her a lot

- someone else who could always read Sokka really well is Suki

. whom he used date in high school, but they parted as friends and everything s cool

- but Sokka is a little taken aback when she comes into The Jasmine Dragon one day, hand in hand with Sokka’s childhood crush obsession, Yue

- for the first time in man’s memory, Sokka is a little speechless

- and Suki’s like “lmao dude I haven’t seen you like this since the first time you saw Zu-”

- cue Zuko popping out behind them like “WELCOME TO THE JASMINE DRAGON FRIENDS OF SOKKA :D”

- Sokka is so fucking red, poor boy is just about having an aneurism at this point

- but luckily something happens and Zuko gets distracted

- Suki is having the time of her life tho, Sokka always used to tease her for her crushes before and after they dated, and suddenly, here they are

- at the apartment, Aang decides they need some apartment traditions

- they’ve been living there for almost three months, after all

- so he decides that weekly movie nights are mandatory

- so are pillowforts

- Katara is actually really excited for it, she loves all things cozy and fall-like

- also… she is weak for Aang, y’all, and she loves seeing him all excited

- Zuko barely knows what a pillowfort is, he didn’t think real people actually made it

- but imagine these dorks in a pillowfort with hot chocolate and lot’s of pillows

- Toph claims that she thinks it’s soo dumb, but she will always make sit in the middle of the group all wrapped in her blanket and laughing when the others jump and get spooked from the horror movies Sokka always wants to watch

- and she will make sure the fort is right and perfect lmao

- Zuko is a little awkward about it at first, but he likes it too

- Sokka always manages to plop in next to Zuko lmao

- they haven’t talked about the head patting incident yet, but Zuko is def starting to feel the butterflies

- one time after a movie night Sokka falls asleep on Zuko’s shoulder, after the others have left for the night

- Zuko can’t resist waking him up with awkward head pats similar to the one Sokka used on him

- Sokka thinks he died and went to heaven lmao

- but then he fully wakes and sees Zuko’s shit eating grin and can’t help but laugh at the whole thing

- and Zuko has his “oh no he’s hot beautiful and I really adore him” moment

[dinosaurtsukki]

[ pro-volleyball player!suna + pregnant!reader ]

anon: If you’re truly not tired of writing these, then can I also request a pregnant reader hc with Suna? Imagine the terabytes of baby photos he’d have,,,

a/n: of course !! ah i’ve been really into suna lately and i loved writing these. i hope you like them !!

okay, so i can imagine you and suna meeting somewhere online. something like through a dating app because suna kind of prefers chatting with someone online before meeting up together

suna liked how funny you were when chatting with him and genuinely enjoyed your company even while you still weren’t officially dating

when the two of you finally met, suna was pretty much blown away by how gorgeous you were but ofc the first thing he says is ‘i’m glad you’re not a catfish’

suna doesn’t really know what to expect from a relationship and he internally feels that maybe it’s not really going to last long or that you’ll get tired of him

but surprisingly, you stick around despite the fact that he’s usually not so expressive with his feelings. the fact that you come to his volleyball practice matches makes suna feel especially happy when he sees you

at one point, he’s scrolling through his camera roll to find it full of candid shots of you that he somehow took and suna just realizes ‘damn, i think i’m in love’

suna isn’t really the type to think that marriage is such a big deal either but he knows it will make you happy so ofc he’s already thought of proposing to you

he wants the moment to be just between the two of you so he surprises you one night at home with an engagement ring and ofc he’s still nervous that you’ll say no but is even more delighted when you squeal and jump into his arms

surprisingly, suna doesn’t hate wedding planning esp when he finds out he doesn’t have to make it traditional and cram it with as much weird shit as he wants (with your consent of course

the wedding favors are just his favorite jelly fruit snacks and there’s no DJ but the speakers are blasting his favorite playlist

you find out your pregnant a few weeks after your honeymoon and surprised suna by texting him a picture of your positive pregnancy test and he’s like ‘lmao wat’s dat?’ (i’m sorry u have to educate him a bit)

when you tell him you’re pregnant suna reacts with a ‘thumbs-up’ but that’s because he’s processing and when he finally gets home he’s just like ‘WAIT YOU’RE PREGNANT?’

the two of decide to keep it and suna knows that this is a whole lot more responsibility than he’s ever had in his life but he’s dedicated himself to it now

he’s a bit more attentive to your needs, often texting you four to five times a day while he’s away asking how you are or if you need anything

one time you just mentioned that you were feeling a bit dizzy and suna showed up at your workplace in no less than ten minutes asking if you needed a ride home

a lot of the time, he likes pressing his ear to your bump while caressing your tummy. you don’t know it but that’s his own way of talking to your baby

insists that they have a telepathic connection and all suna needs to do is think his thoughts and your baby will just suddenly know them

when your due date finally rolls around, suna is calm and collected because he knows that you’re going to be under a lot of stress and pain so he doesn’t want you to worry about anything else other than giving birth safely

he’s even there with you in the delivery room holding your hand and encouraging you as you push until finally, he hears his baby crying for the first time

suna wonders if its alright for him to be the one to hold your baby first but then he sees you tired and resting and decides that he should be the one to attend to them first

when the nurses take your baby away to the nursery first suna’s lowkey like :( but he lets them and can’t wait until you wake up so that you could both see your baby together

okay so suna would definitely have a billion pictures of your baby that are really cute and wholesome but also downright funny

his instagram account is pictures of your baby but photoshopped in weird places like the bottom of the ocean or inside a snowglobe

he used to take OOTD pics and now he still does except he’s wearing a baby carrier too with your baby in it

okay suna would love to do matching costumes with you and your baby when halloween comes around

your cutest costume by far was when you and suna dressed up as farmers and your baby was a pumpkin

kita approved of the costume

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[juminly]

Nights Like These

Summary: A nice cozy movie night with timeskip! Iwaizumi Hajime.  Tags: Mostly Fluff & Smut towards the end. Warning: Smut starts after the “♥♥♥” and includes fingering and cockwarming.

–♥– 

Hajime knew that you loved mac and cheese. He had enough skills to be able to be able to whip up something nice and yummy for you after you've had such a long day and especially since you haven’t had an actual “date” in so long. Living on his own in the US for a few years did have its perks and this was one of them: he was a grown ass man who knew his way well enough in the kitchen to be able to cook for you. Sighing loudly, dark orbs stared for a few seconds at the smart watch strapped to his wrist then back at the pot in front of him. He was looking forward to seeing you more than anything. Being the athletic trainer of the national Japanese team was no ordinary feat and it took up a lot of his time and energy. But, that didn't mean that it would take up the time that you deserved, the time that you both needed. Being always so hyper-focused on his own work, his thoughts tended to drift off quite often to you, just thinking about the last few phone calls you had, the last few texts you sent him and the things you've done in your last few dates. He missed the way you sighed when he played with your hair... God, he loved playing with your hair, twirling your curls in his fingers. It wasn't even the agreed time for your date but he was anxious to see you. He wouldn't admit it to you though, not even to himself. The loud and strong thrumming of his heart in his chest was a big reminder of how much he loved you. He was smitten. No, ever worse! or better? He couldn't even think straight anymore, he was whipped for you and... Ring! Ring! Ring! Three rings. That's your own way of letting him know that it was you and he just absolutely loved it when you did that. If it were anyone else at the door, he wouldn't have been rushing towards it the way he had and flung it open just to see your face.

"Princess." The corner of his lips just curled up out of their own volition, didn't even ask for permission but they didn't even have to. You were here and he wouldn't have it any other way. Why was he acting and feeling like such a schoolboy? He didn't even care. What he cared about was why you were still not throwing your arms around him. "Come here, you." Leaning forward, he took your hand in his and pulled you in for a hug, squeezing his arms tightly around your waist, supporting your weight as you literally balanced yourself on the tip of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him back. He nuzzled your neck only for a brief moment, leaving a gentle kiss there and before you murmured in a wondering tone. "Cheesy?" He couldn't help but stiffen for a brief moment. Did you figure out what he had prepared for you? Or even worse, Hajime would be completely mortified if you thought he was cheesy or corny at any point and you didn't like it. Not that he was a man of many words but he always made sure that any word coming out of his mouth meant something. At least when it came to you. He didn't give two fucks when it came to the guys, they could all whimper and cry for all he cared. Nobody meant more to him than you. The click of your tongue snapped him out of his racing thoughts and that giggle... that same glorious and marvellous sound that made him turn his head the first time you met, that time when your eyes locked and he knew that he had to talk to you, even if one of the players on the team had to be used as a wingman just to be able to get a word in with you. "Babe-" You laughed softly. "What's going on in that head of yours? Are you daydreaming about me when I'm in your arms?" With a long sigh, you mumbled and seemed a bit disgruntled, which obviously made the furrow between Hajime's eyebrows even deeper. "If that's the case, then I can just leave. Is daydreaming about me better than real me?" He knew you were joking but how dare you use that pouty tone on him?

"I won't answer your first question. You'll have to wait and see for yourself. But-" Pressing his hand on the small of your back, his other hand inched down to grip you by the waist as his lips hovered against your own, his breath fanning over your lips, tickling them lightly just as a tingling sensation arose in both your chests. "Do you really think I would call you over if I didn't want you right where you are right now?" Closing the distance between you, he loses himself in the little taste of sweetness he could get from a chaste gentle kiss of your lips. It was hard for him to even contain himself or exercise any form of control when he's around you. "Right here in my arms." He murmurs softly before going back in for another kiss, a little bit deeper, a tiny bit more passionate as he molds your lips together, sucking on your bottom one before breaking away once again. Gazing down on you as you both try to catch your breath from the small loving exchange, Hajime stared down at your cheeks that were now painted with the most adorable blush, his heart swelling with giddiness that he was the one responsible for such a reaction from you. "Come on, we're watching The Princess Bride tonight and I better not hear any objections from you." He smiled as he saw yet another giggle from you, even as you rolled your eyes and told him that you've already seen it a thousand times before and you didn't even know why he wanted to watch it with you. Silencing you with a small peck, his usual frown was still on that handsome face of his but his gaze was soft and endearing. "I want to know more about the things that you love so you'll have to humour me for tonight, baby girl."

Kissing your cheek, his hand finds yours and he guides you to the living room, pulling you away from the kitchen since he knew that was the destination you had in mind. You always wanted to give him a hand when it came to literally anything but when it came to your dates or your time together, Hajime wanted to show that he wanted to do things for you. It was simply his love language. A language that was created since he met you. "Thanks for coming over. I know it was last minute but the guys' practice match got postponed so I decided to cut them some slack." - he chuckled before meeting your eyes that were now crinkling with laughter - "Not that I don't plan on kicking their ass later anyway. Gotta make sure they are in top shape and remember who's the one making the rules." Once he ensured that you were seated, he threw you a glance of warning over his shoulder as he walked out to the kitchen. "You better sit tight princess while I go get the food. I'll be right back." He winked at you and chuckled at the way you squirmed slightly and busied yourself with the remote control as he prepared your dinner for you. Hajime had his own way of showing his love and spoiling you. The man wanted to make sure that he followed through. Making you feel special, trying to show but a sliver of how he truly felt about you. Sighing loudly and after ensuring that the pasta was thoroughly cooked, he meticulously dumped it in a bowl, big enough to fit 6 servings of mac and cheese and brought two plates along with him to the living room.

As "The Princess Bride" began playing, you both dug into your food and being the humble fellow that he was, Hajime didn't dare comment on the food but he did find it quite... acceptable, to say the least. On the other hand, the look on your face when you saw what he had cooked for you was worth all the effort. He didn't use the basic Kraft Dinner mac and cheese, even though it was basically your favourite. However, he just wanted to do just a little bit extra for you, add his own touch : a four cheese mac and cheese with the finest pasta from a local Italian shop that he always ate at and even took you to a few times. The first few bites etched an expression of pure bliss on your face and that drew a shit eating grin on his face, one that you didn't even get the chance to see as you were too busy filling in your plate with a second serving. While you munched on your food and whispered about your favourite scenes from time to time, Hajime tried his best to keep his attention on the movie but you were much more entertaining that it was while you recited almost every single line that resounded from the TV. He wished he could turn it off and just watch you act out the movie and tell him about everything you love about it, he wouldn't have minded that at all.

He chuckled under his breath at the look of amazement on your face when you both managed to finish and lick clean all the contents of the pot. He just let you believe that you ate more than him - just for shits and giggles - when he was also devouring whatever he could from the food (about 4.5 servings - the man works out A LOT, okay? Don't judge-). Nobody could blame him, it was fucking delicious and he was proud that you loved something that he made with his own two hands. Taking a short clean-up/bathroom break, Hajime cozied up on the couch, checking all the stupid emojis and texts he received from the Olympic team. How did they even know that he was on a date with you? The texts and emojis on the group chat ranged from: "Ya betta get it on tonight, Iwa-chan~ Ya frown too much cause ya don't get laid enough!" - Atsumu, the wannabe Shittykawa. "WAT R U GOING TO BE DOING ON UR DATE? WILL IT BE FUN? MAYBE I CAN COME!? I LUV UR GF" - Hinata, the sweet sunshine boy bordering on annoying but too pure to be so, Hajime had to admit that he had a soft spot for him and the rowdy wing spiker who followed up with a text of his own. "WE'RE COMING OVER IN 1H TO HANG OUT WITH U! WE MISS HER SO MUCH!", Bokuto's follow-up did nothing but make the trainer's blood boil with imminent rage. If those two dimwits dared to even ring the bell of his condo, Japan can say goodbye to their favourite chaotic duo.

Putting in an Airpod in his left ear, Hajime began recording the most graphically violent threat he could muster on the group chat and stuttering mid-way through the voice note. Yes, Hajime Iwaizumi stuttered out of surprise and YOU were the only one who could catch this man off-guard as you walked back into the living room wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts. He barely managed a quick "I gotta go", clicked send without looking at the screen, blinked and gawked at you with a baffled frown.  "What happened to your clothes?" "Well~ Things did get a little messy in the kitchen and while I...-" You cleared your throat and bit your bottom lip, definitely not trying to turn him on. Sarcasm alert. "-kinda made things worse so I borrowed one of your T-shirts. I hope you don't mind." He simply shook his head, mumbling a husky "It's fine, what's mine is yours" and patted the seat next to him. His frown only grew deeper when you walked closer to him but made no sign of actually sitting down. Looking up at you, he could see the bright flush spreading across your cheeks when you pointed to his lap. "Is that seat taken?"

His eyebrow perked up in amusement along with a mirthful smirk, your bottom lip remaining a prisoner between your teeth. "Be my guest. Who am I to refuse a request from my princess." He chuckled as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his lap and you squirmed in embarrassment, the feeling of your well-defined butt rubbing against him, those supple cheeks that his crotch was getting well acquainted with. The accidental groan that escaped his lips was a definite warning to stop what you were doing or continue at your own risk.

"If you keep wiggling your ass on me like that, you're gonna have to own up to your actions, sweetheart." His rough baritone was telling of the growing desire he had for you. He hadn't seen you in so long and he was starved for your touch, as if the soft brush of his calloused fingers on your thighs was no indication to his underlying intentions. He knew how sensitive you were and he was not above taking advantage of that fact, the slight shiver that ran over your body only urged on him, wanting to coax even more of these delicious reactions from you. 

♥♥♥ "Iwa-" Before you could even finish calling his name, his lips were on yours, nipping at your bottom one and sucking deeply before licking his way into your mouth, tasting the freshness of mint from his mouthwash as he entangled his tongue with your own, groaning loudly into your mouth. Breaking only for a moment, he demanded your attention as his fingers began to meander up your inner thighs, wasting no time to slide his index and middle over your panties, a clear wet spot forming and drenching the fabric slowly..

"If this is what you've wanted all along, you should've just said so, you naughty princess." Pushing your panties aside with his other hand, he deftly parted your folds and circled his fingers over your entrance, gathering up your slickness before lathering over your slit, barely grazing your swelling clit that desperately needed his attention. Seeing how you held your breath and stiffened in his embrace made him only want to do even more to you. This is not the type of quality time he had in mind but he was definitely not going to object to it. "Baby girl..." He crooned huskily as one of his hands rubbed up and down one of your thighs, making sure that your legs remained parted so that he could finger you good enough, prep you for what he had in mind. Before capturing your lips once again, he licked the seams of your lips, demanding that your eyes meet his own as he murmured against you. "You call me by my name, baby. You're royalty to me, after all." He smiled softly as you responded in kind, calling out his name and pulling him in a deep kiss, your hips slowly beginning to rut against his fingers that had yet to turn things up a notch. "Hajime..." You whimpered shakily against his lips, his warm breath fanning over your wet lips as his thumb rolled over your sensitive bud, moving clockwise and counter-clockwise, fast and slow with just the right amount of pressure to leave you with fighting to catch your breath. With two fingers right at your entrance, he watches you with avid interest, humming in satisfaction every time a moan escapes your lips, his own hips grinding involuntarily against your behind as his own erection begins to harden under your squirming figure.

"Hajime, I want you inside me... Please, stop teasing me!" You squeal while your nails dug into his shoulders, gripping those thick muscles tightly, while his own body tensed, betraying the composure that he desperately tried to maintain. His large biceps flexing as he squeezes his arms around you even tighter, trying to cease the negligible movement of your body that is driving him insane.

"Shush, baby. I'll treat you good. Just relax." Finally plunging in his fingers inside you, he swallows your moans with a searing kiss while you cried out into his mouth, his thick digits thrusting in and out of you and curling into you, your inner walls clamping down on them and sucking him in. With every roll of your hips, he met you with a thrust of his own, his fingers knuckle-deep, reaching that sweet stop that has you keening, so damn close to falling apart.

Your lips parted with a loud wet noise, his chest heaving with bated breath, his state reflecting your own but it didn't change the fact that you were feeling even needier when he cruelly removed his fingers from your core. Your frustrated whine didn't elicit any reaction from him but, contrary to his exterior, he could feel his body bursting with heat and it became unbearable. He exhaled loudly, patting your thigh and growling in your ear. "Get up and take your clothes off, baby girl. I'm not getting inside you until you do."

Hurriedly taking off his shirt in one smooth go and just in time to watch you reach for the hem of the oversized shirt, pulling it up in a rush, exposing more and more of your smooth skin. Fuck... he wanted to mark you all up but the twitching of his cock straining against his pants urged him to do so later. There were more pressing matters to attend to and right now, he just wanted to drink you all in. Licking his lips with a desire only you could sate, the darkness of his unquenchable thirst swimming in his orbs almost too much to handle, yet you still kept your gazes locked as you unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor while he fumbled with his belt, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching length with a loud hiss. The way you squeezed your legs together didn't go unnoticed and he knew that he left you hanging. "Come here, baby." As you inched closer to him, Hajime placed one large hand on either side of your hips, guiding you before him as you placed one knee on the couch and then another to straddle him, giving him a glimpse of your dripping core that was so ready for the taking while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your soft skin deeply while sweet moans tumbled so easily from your quivering lips. "I've had enough, Hajime. I promise... Just please... I want you inside me." You pleaded as his warm hands settled on your butt, fondling your soft cheeks while he angled you right on top of his cock, groaning against your neck. "You're so perfect. I fucking missed you so much." With his fingertips digging into your soft flesh, he eases you onto his cock, sheathing himself fully inside you as you sink onto him, both of you moaning in harmony as your cunt clamped down on every single inch of him that you could take.

For a few moments, both of you remained silent, your forehead pressed against his bare shoulders and his own lying on the crown of your head. The silence of the room was filled with your heavy breathing as you allowed the fullness of your bodies, the fullness of your hearts washed over you and enveloped you completely. Neither of you wanted to move or even dared to, even though your instincts screamed to grind against one another and chase the release that you both wanted. But it wasn't what you really needed. This moment, the intimacy, this... love. "W-what about the movie?" You breathed out shakily against his arm, giggling softly while you began nibbling on the hardness of his bicep. He knew that you weren't even mildly concerned with the movie which made him chuckle out a deep laugh that rumbled in his chest. You... You never failed to those stupid butterflies flutter in his stomach with your cute little acts of possession.

He wore your love bites with pride and didn't mind that they were in a place that was even more visible than his neck. He licked a long strip on the column of your throat, decorating it with nips of his own, marks of his love and yearning for you while his hands sought your breasts, kneading them with tenderness. Even if words betrayed him most of the time, he trusted his actions to speak for him. "There's nothing better than watching you, princess."

–♥– 

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[reversecreek]

struts onto the dash carrying this deliriously wriggling little elf in my arms like a swaddled bebe......... they’re genuinely my oldest muse of all time i think i created them when i was like. 13 possibly. n i haven’t written them in Years but. i’m literally so excited to jst vibrating w muse. smiles at u all demurely..... they have risen. u can find their pinterest here n their playlist here.

* alana champion, nonbinary + they/them | you know nyla palmer, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 6669 (i don’t know if you know) by neon indian like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a two headed doll of a prairie girl with stitched on rabbit ears and butterfly wings, befriending shadow puppets & finding god with your eyes open underwater in a public pool you broke into thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 2nd, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY:

was born in georgiaaaa georgiaaaa (phoebe bridgers voice holds my bang...) to a vry honest hard working man named george (omgggg he’s called GEORGE and he’s from GEORGIA? ahaaaaa fuckk ur jestinggg) nd a woman who did her best named pamela..... george worked on a construction site n pamela was a pharmacist..... their house was this small rickety white thing with a wrap around porch n a very rabid overgrown garden tht kind of looked like the earth ws trying to reclaim it bc nobody ever hd the time or motivation to mow the lawn.... there ws literally a piece of fold out furniture just entirely submerged by weeds n foliage

nyla ws always closest w their dad george..... he hd this way of looking at the world tht was seeing the best in all of it.... he took them on long walks where he talked abt how u have to respect the trees bc they’re breathing fr us n we’re breathing fr them..... he hd a strange whimsical sense of humour n a gnome alter ego called grundlebolt who always tickled them..... in a way this closeness created a distance between nyla n their mother but not so much that it ws rly a problem. just enough tht nyla sometimes waited until their mother ws out of eye n ear shot to tell their dad they loved him bc they didn’t wna make her sad >_>

(mental health, death & grief tw) pamela always struggled w her mental health but george ws great n understanding n knew how to help her thru this... nyla didn’t get it too greatly at a very young age bt they knew their mum got “the sads” sometimes (how their dad wld explain tht she needed to lay down in the quiet for a while or why she’d stood at the stove n let the dinner burn until the smoke detector went off without doing anything abt it). when nyla was 14 they got home one day to a police car in the driveway n came prancing in exuberantly as they always did. immediately hugged the legs of an officer bc this is hw they wld greet everyone they ever met. they only realised something was wrong when they let go n saw their mum sat at the table crying. essentially there ws an accident at the construction site george worked at n :/ yeah. 

(jst mental health & grief tw now) this rly had an intense ripple effect on everyone tbh. pamela’s mental health deteriorated quite a lot without george there as her rock n nyla sort of had to step in as best they cld but it was....... hard. some days she ws better bt some days nyla had to sit her in the bath n stroke a wet sponge over her back bc they didn’t know how else to calm her down. nyla always had a very overactive imagination which george encouraged bt it ws like. losing him rly opened a window in nyla’s head n all rationality went floating out of it. their dreams seemed more real than being awake. fantasy wasn’t jst the way they coped bt it was the way they thought n the way they saw. everything on earth was alive. the trees n the clouds n the wall with a brick missing at the bottom of her road n especially their dad. their dad was alive in everything in nyla’s head. the sun shining extra bright in the morning was george. ponds were a veil they could dunk her head under and find george waiting on the other side. reality rly just pulled the plug n said bye tbh n they were ok w that <3

(abuse implied tw) their mum remarried too fast to a man named stephen n it was jst not a good arrangement. he was Not a nice man. i won’t go into this but home wasn’t a nice place for nyla any more n after a couple of yrs stephen wound up asking them to leave n their mum said nothing to contradict tht. there’s more to this bt long story short nyla left <3

(drugs tw) they couch surfed fr a while before settling living w their best friend. they got up to like... all sorts of trouble n grew up far too fast. nyla’s lack of sense n realism hd a habit of getting them into some sticky situations n these few yrs were a rollercoaster where they got by on the skin of their teeth. when they think of high skl they think of gravel and skinned knees and sucking sherbet dunkers to ignore the taste of pennies in ur mouth and getting lost in the woods a lot bc they’d take FAR too many drugs n be lead astray having conversations with kind trees whose branches held their hands

(drug mention) got by on odd jobs like making candles n selling them at market stalls. leaf blowing at cemeteries. face painting fr children’s parties (where they were blatantly high). random stuff. all over the place. in this time them n their best friend also hd a sugar daddy named tony who always wore very impressive colour block suits n mink stoles n jewelled fedoras n hd a swanky apartment w marble floors. rly just. surreal. lots of strange stories frm this time.

things kind of blew up in their friendship group n they fell out w their best friend raya bc she slept w this guy aj who nyla hd been madly in love w for yrs.... he was a Stinker n honestly so ws their best friend so good riddance i say bt obviously it felt like having their entire world flipped upside dwn fr nyla.... they split after this came out bc they just did Not want to b around these ppl any more n they decided to leave w this guy frm a band they barely knew tht much save fr a one night stand to tour w them..... this ws another whirlwind. jst chock full of them. it ws similar to being on a teacup ride at a carnival n spinning round n round n only knowing u were surrounded by lots of lights. tht’s how they’d best describe their time on tour.

SO in terms of them coming to irving 8 months ago they came w the band.... they honestly did pretty well on tour n wound up renting a big beach house on dorado as a kind of “retreat” sort of place fr them to shack up in while they worked on writing and recording their first big studio album (they gt signed w a label so it’s all vry exciting stuff). nyla among like 3 others were allowed to stay w them too bc they hd a lot of fun on tour. literally jst. taken on as professional groupies essentially. nyla loved it bc they’d never seen the ocean n when they first got there they jst threw off all their clothes n ran straight into the water. it was 3pm on a tuesday afternoon. they got arrested fr public indecency n didn’t get why bc they were like but i just wanted to hug the ocean u silly little oinker? i picture the beach house as like. the loudest one on dorado.... comes alive like a jungle at night..... they r probably bad neighbours. anyway. onto personality puts hand on hip.

PERSONALITY:

sets out patio furniture on someone else’s lawn n jst takes a seat n leans back like ahhhhh vat a nice day to be alive ya! (swedish accent suddenly bc they think it’s fun). they come out n start yelling n they’re jst so confused they’re like hey wat’s the big idea hey wat’s go on here why u angies why this happen?

likes drawing imaginary veins over their arms in all different colour blue pens in a sudden fit of hyperfixation n then forgets all abt it n goes out like tht n scares several townsfolk bt they’re oblivious they’re jst in her own world loving life already onto the next fixation. has many many different fads like this. one day will jst start snipping up a bunch of magazines bc they’re like EYES ARE COOL N THEY SEE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P n they’ll stick a bunch of them over their wall n then forget they was doing that n leap onto the next. quite a pattern. bt they love the vein thing a lot it makes them feel like a walking planetarium like they have their own constellations

sometimes jst doesn’t make sense. they’re honestly kind of strange. pops up in places like they suddenly materialised there n it’s like how did u get there where have u been when were u last seen are u ok. has the energy of an ancient deity frm deep in a mountain cave n an ambiguous forest sprite all at once..... talks shit honestly. abt anything n everything. sometimes outrageous. sometimes plain incoherent. like what are u talking about? i dnt kno. even i dnt kno sometimes.

luvs stick n pokes will let anyone tattoo whatever they want on them for the price of a gummy bear kindly placed onto their tongue n swallowed whole

has this obsession w being underwater w their eyes open luvs it. calls it their tadpole time. runs baths just to lie there blinking looking around n drifting her arms. best friends w the bottom of any local swimming pool n hs probably given it a quick kiss so it knows they’re bff’s n then got sick bc there’s sm germs in a public pool. says the kgb probably poisoned their oatmeal n r finally here to deliver on their promise n THAT’S why they got sick unrelated to the pool incident. what promise? noone knows.

unclear if they believe what they say or if they jst has a very expanded sense of humour where they nvr let on if they’re joking.... lines r blurred a lot..... 

loves excitedly shouting things. sometimes just screams at the sky bc they say it’s good to let the creatures in ur belly fly out every once in a while otherwise their wings get sore.

(drugs tw) still does an excessive amt of hallucinogens n it kind of shows. very bad fr their brain bt we’re going to ignore it.

dresses fun n strange n eccentric n careless. loves to experiment. does nt care abt what’s considered to be societally appropriate. living in their own world.

sleeps around a lot... jst doesn’t rly see sex as a big deal.... very free w themselves in that way..... sometimes greets their friends w a kiss on the lips they’re like awww :) kisses <3 when they run into them in the middle of the cereal aisle n then pulls away n suddenly breaks into a box tht has a free toy in it bc it’s a banana with googly eyes n that’s the best thing they’ve ever heard in their LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n isn’t he so HANDSOME????? enchante indeed my good sir ;)... gives the toy a kiss too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

other groupies of the band: self explanatory a little.... i dnt have a name for the band yet bt all can b worked out..... i picture them as kind of. not that nice but like. there for a good time........ rock genre.... bit chaotic...... to say the least........ they dnt have to have come there w the band like nyla n the others they cld have been adopted in their time there.... whoever wld b wild n down fr a good time <3

chaotic trash goblin friends: idk what this title rly means it just came to me in a vision....... jst ppl tht r rly kind of off the rails n don’t care abt anything...... they r who nyla tends to mesh very well w......... they rly r living in their own world n by their own rules n they like ppl who do this too <3 inevitably they get up to no good n party far too much...... cld be angst to this if they enable each other’s bad habits...... world’s our oyster. opens my office door. let’s talk abt it.

nyla set up camp on their front lawn: maybe jst w a fold out chair. maybe w a literal pop up tent w someone else too. genuinely so bizarre of them bt that’s what we’re dealing with. they poke their head into the tent n nyla’s lying down crunching on a cracker crumbs over their tits n they just hold it out to them nt even fully consumed n are like hey polly want a cracker? :)

they responded to her craigslist ad: they posted one saying they cld cleanse their house of demonic energy bc they’re an all seeing eye in touch w the spirits. this is a lie. they came n waved sage around n did a little dance as they did it w bird sounds playing on a special cd they brought fr the occasion (had weird indistinct doodles over the case it ws brought in) n then ws like OOH! scary.... n jumped at something in the hall. they go in thinking maybe they’ve seen a ghost bt they just were startled by their own reflection in a mirror n is like. scary mirror placement...... might wna reconsider that........ they charge them merely 10 dollars fr their time n is like this was so fun we shd do it again some time :) also i think u have mould on ur bathroom tile! vanishes. they dnt recall them ever going to the bathroom.

came knocking asking for items for a garage sale: yes. u heard that right. they’re asking for ur muses things to set up their own garage sale. selling items that do not belong to them. they think this is a genius business strategy n don’t understand why ppl think this is so strange or why they cant just ask ppl to donate them things to sell bc hey they’re an entrepreneur? they even had a pencil behind their ear when they knocked on the door so why aren’t ppl taking their business seriously? probably got distracted several times trying to explain their pitch n chattered abt random other things instead.

honestly anything... fwbs... flings... good influence... someone who cnt stand the fact they’re barely coherent.... someone they stopped on the street one day n asked for their opinion on water beds.... we cn do literally anything. fling ur chara my way n we can talk.

[nanasarea]

Huang Renjun as your bff

Genre: crack fluff

Pairing: Renjun x reader

Prompt: Renjun being your crackhead bestie

Word count: 865

Jaemin / Jisung / Renjun / Haechan / Chenle / Jeno

ok so my leo ass needs this chaotic aries in my life so

so you two have been online friends for a while now

it started when you saw his art blog

so you messaged him to praise his work

and he immediately was like

this is my new fave person yes compliment me bitch

and you did 

you hyped him up so much

him being cocky af abt it to the other dreamies

“I’m sorry, the best artist of this century can not do the dishes, I am royalty.” 

Jeno being mad that he has to do the dishes AGAIN

“if I ever meet y/n, I shall scold them for feeding your ego”

anyway, you two interact a lot after that

he asks about your opinion on his recent drawings

and you’re like

oMg mY MuTuAl Is So TaLeNtEd wAt

and he gets shy 

you end up talking everyday

he makes sure to reply as fast as he can 

and gets scolded by Jeno for texting you during practice

one day, you tell him you really wanna meet up irl

and he goes into panic mode

he’s not ready

he’s no where near ready

he’s getting hit by Jeno for disturbing his sleep with his panicking

“Renjun, it’s 4am and our schedule starts at 7am, go to SLEEP.”

“But, like, if we meet, what will I wea-”

*cue him being hit by Jeno’s pillow*

so the day arrives

he’s so nervous that he makes Jeno go with him

cue Jeno cursing at him 

“LET ME SLEEP FOR ONCE”

“but it’s y/n!” 

so he makes Jeno film the first time you meet

bc he thinks its gonna be cute af

which it was

“I’m wearing a yellow hoodie, wby?”

“I’m the one in the red hoodie.” 

after 3 minutes of searching, 

he runs up to you and you notice him running

so you run too

and then you hug

you may have been deprived of oxygen for a while

but it’s not like you cared

after meeting, you go to the cafe near your meeting stop

where Jeno spills the coffee tea

and Renjun is embarrassed af

“y/n wasn’t suppose to know that!” 

so you end up swapping stories w Jeno 

for blackmail material

with Renjun in the middle like

help me

anygay

you hang out a lot after that

you come to their dorms

dance practices

shows

everything

when they’re jobless not preparing for anything, 

you’re at their dorm, 

watching buzzfeed unsolved together

and drawing

sleepovers 

it’s 3am and you’re talking about aliens

and Jeno comes into the room and throws pillows at you too

“I need my 23 hour beauty sleep!” 

“Try 24.” -RJ

Jeno being ready to whoop his ass

so you start whispering 

and then you end up falling asleep mid-conversation

Jeno wakes you up way before you intended to wake up

bc he petty

and then you end up making breakfast w him

which is most likely just cereal bc you’re both tired

sometimes you’re lucky and Jaemin offers to cook

“What if you get SM to get me and you a show like buzzfeed unsolved?” “Only if I’m Ryan” “bc you’re short?”

rip y/n

headlocks you

you call him short on a daily basis

and he just headlocks you

“as if the dreamies don’t tease me enough”

geurae naegen neoppuniYAAAAA!

so much choking

you’re convinced it’s his kink

but also you have to save the other dreamies from dying

bc they do not let Renjun live

but neither do you so

getting matching Moomin sweaters

speaking of Moomin, 

you end up watching Moomin every morning when you have a sleepover

both in your pajamas

eating cereal

chillin on the couch

watching Moomin 

so wholesome

the type of friend to call u at 2am 

to tell you that the moon is a solar powered nightlight

he treats you to hot pot a lot

not bc he wants to treat you

but bc he wants hot pot

and doesn’t want to eat alone

(but he lowkey wants to treat you but don’t tell him you know that, he will deny it)

ends up teaching you chinese (if you don’t already know lmao)

you end up learning quite quickly due to him being a really good teacher

so when chenle talks shit abt someone

to Renjun

in chinese

you’re like oooo tea 

cue him introducing you to his hyungs

especially the WayV hyungs (and YangYang lol)

chaotic

that’s the only way to explain it

ok so witch renjun ahead bc @hotlinehyuck​​ made me soft for renjun being fascinated by magick and yeah

he ends up taking you to these shops

which are basically small witch shops

Witchcraft 101

he makes you a small sleep bag with lavender and selenite 

bc you mentioned you couldn’t sleep well lately

he ends up making sigils for you

and putting them everywhere for you

without you knowing 

bc he doesn’t want you knowing thinking he’s soft for you

he’s the type of friend your mom ends up liking more than you

sorry not sorry

you brought him over for dinner and now he’s invited everywhere

long story short, Renjun is your conspiracy theory, moomin drawing, chaotic best friend who loves you to death (but he’s a tsundere abt it)

If I had one wish, it would be to watch Buzzfeed Unsolved w Renjun while drawing....Renjun, pls be my best friend, I’ll buy you Moomin merch 

anygay, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading!

[pandawritespoorly]

With Time: Chapter 37 - Alya

Author’s Note: Happy St. Patrick's Day! 🍀 Today's the day that every American tells anyone who'll listen about how they're actually kind of, sort of, partially Irish, if you, like, go back far enough to their great grandmother's cousin's half-sister who married some guy who...

Alright, that's enough of teasing my country. This chapter being posted on a holiday is purely coincidental, so there's not really any mention of it in here, also it wouldn't have been relevant.

I don't know about you guys, but the state I live in is taking the self-quarantine thing pretty seriously. I hope my chapters can help you from going too stir-crazy. I have been writing and baking like crazy (and playing Plague Inc, because, come on, I can't not). Several colleges in Michigan are moving online.

Stay safe you guys! Be sure to disinfect whichever device you're reading this on if you haven't recently.

That's enough about the coronavirus. You're all here for Alya, and I'm prepared to deliver. Enjoy! 

Chapter Summary: Alya and Marinette have a very important (and long overdue) talk.

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Chloe: I heard that fake reporter was coming over to ‘apologize’ today, so here’s some stuff to really drive your point home.

 Marinette: wait where did you get those pictures

Marinette: have you had them this whole time???

 Chloe: I have my ways. Don’t question me Dupain-Cheng.

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Adrien <3: Alya wants to know if it’s a good time for her to come over.

 Marinette: yeah

 Adrien <3: I can tell the others, we can come over.

Adrien <3: Make sure she doesn’t try anything.

 Marinette: kitty.

Marinette: she won’t try anything

Marinette: she just wants to talk i can handle myself

 Adrien <3: Of course, I know you can.

 Marinette: adrien

 Adrien <3: Anyway, she’s headed over. I’ll let the others know so we can wait in the park and glare at her. It’s the least we can do.

 Marinette: or you could go about your day as usual and not bother with needless interruptions

 Adrien <3: We were already going to hang out, now we’re just coming by earlier. You can’t run from our love and support.

 Marinette: You don’t need to do that.

 Adrien <3: I’ll make plans that have nothing to do with that then.

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Hug This Boy: So who wants to go to the park outside of the bakery for reasons completely unrelated to the fact that Alya is coming over to talk to Marinette. It’s just a coincidence if we go to check on Marinette afterward and maybe hurt Alya if need be.

Hug This Boy: Completely unrelated. 

 Patisserie Princess: Adrien.

 Hug This Boy: It’s so fun watching the grass grow.

 Kid Mime: o absolutly

Kid Mime: its so green

 The Mom Friend: yep

 Melodie: So fascinating.

 Felix: Most definitely.

 Patisserie Princess: …

Patisserie Princess: this isn’t necessary

 Melodie: Well how else are we going to look at the grass that happens to be right outside your house?

 Kid Mime: yea mari

 Patisserie Princess: oh she’s here ive got to go

Patisserie Princess: all of you are to go about your day as usual

 Hug This Boy: Wow, the next event on my schedule is ‘watching grass grow at the park that happens to be outside of Mari’s place’.

 The Mom Friend: wat a coincdence same here

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“Alya,” Marinette states, opening the door, “Let’s go to my room.”

She nods numbly, and the pair make their way upstairs, ignoring the glares from Tom and Sabine.

They both sit on the floor of her room, and they sit in silence for what feels like an eternity.

Alya breaks first.

“Mari- Marinette. I’m sorry. I was supposed to be a reporter and I didn’t even bother to fact check! I just believed her because I was so- so- so infatuated with her stories! She sounded so cool! She’d been everywhere and met everyone, and then… she hadn’t. It was all a lie. You were right. When the slides changed during the competition it felt like everything stopped. I couldn’t even process that everything she’d told us seemed to be a lie. Everyone apologized to you yesterday, and I should have the moment I knew the truth, but I wanted to process it first because… well I mean now I’m trying to avoid acting before thinking- Not that I’m suggesting that you made anything up, or something like that! I’m not! I just wanted to make sure I had all my thoughts in order. I’m so sorry,” Alya says hurriedly.

“You’re not wrong,” Marinette agrees, “You completely threw me out for someone you didn’t even know. The whole class hurt me, but Alya… you hurt me the most. More than Lila - sure, she tore me down enough that I was definitely in a bad place… but you?” she sighs, “Do you even- Alya, do you remember the first week of school? Do you remember Thursday? Can you just… go through it with me? How did we go from making plans to… that?”

Alya is tearing up, but nods. “I didn’t know anything was happening until I got there. Lila was sobbing hysterically, and she looked awful. A few of the class were already with her, and she said she had something to tell us, but wanted to wait for everyone. She said she’d already talked to Adrien. When everyone got there she said that she was being bullied. Regular insults, cyberbullying, attempts at isolating her, so much and it was all so awful. Afterwards, we were all obviously furious and spent at least five minutes convincing her to give us a name. All she managed was to say your name and then she started sobbing and wouldn’t speak anymore. Then class started, and you came in like everything was normal and just made me more mad, I absolutely hated you,” her voice cracks, “So when class was over we all confronted you. We thought you were lying, we thought you threw yourself down the stairs for pity points. We figured if Chloe was coming to your defense, then you must be a bully, and when you left and didn’t return we just took that as you running away. Going to start over in a new place.”

Alya is openly crying now, staying as quiet as she can.

“That’s not how I saw it. You know, to this day my memories of it are vague, and there’s like half of it I can’t remember period. I spent hours just dead, staring at nothing,” Marinette takes a shaky breath, preparing herself. That day is still the hardest part to talk or think about for her, even all these months later. “I went to school in a good mood, you know, because we’d talked for the first time in months and were making plans to hang out. Lila had been gone for a while and I figured that she wouldn’t be back and I could have more of a break. Everything seemed normal in class, I was worried about being late, especially with Adrien gone. Then class ended. You were yelling at me, maybe Nino too? I couldn’t breathe right, and I tried to leave. You grabbed my wrist and suddenly everyone was yelling, and then the door slammed. You were surprised and I twisted myself away, falling down the stairs. By then I’d realized the door slam was another person and I was scared, so I ran. Chloe and Sabrina found me in the bathroom, and from there I don’t know, but others have filled me in. Chloe brought me home and apparently took pictures. Then Maman must have had me go to my room. Chat Noir said he saw me on my balcony and I was completely unresponsive. He sent me to bed, and then it was the next day.” Somehow, Marinette manages to get through the story with minimal voice cracking and tears.

Alya makes a choked sound, more tears falling. After a moment she croaks, “Can I see the pictures?”

Marinette looks at her. “What? Why?” “I deserve it. I was the reason you fell and I need to see what I did.”

Marinette pauses. She didn’t intend to show anyone the pictures, they were obviously upsetting. She’s sitting on the counter, slumped and staring downward. She had expected her eyes to be haunted, or sad, or something like that, but they were just… empty. Nothing at all. Somehow it’s worse that way.

Her red-rimmed eyes and dried tear tracks are proof of her earlier crying.

Marinette is covered in fresh bruises, on her arms, legs, and the one on her face. She got scratches near most of them, the angry red of the skin outlining and accentuating the bruises. Her wrist is clearly sprained - swelled and bruised. Her Maman is in front of her, cleaning her up as best she can, applying bandages and putting an ice pack on the wrist.

“Are you sure? You don’t need to see them. They’re-”

Alya nods. “I deserve it.”

So Marinette turns the phone to her.

Alya covers her mouth in horror, fresh tears coming to her eyes. She won’t let herself look away. She flips through each picture repeatedly, growing more and more upset. Her expression changes momentarily, confusion to sickened understanding.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs, “I’m so so so sorry. I never- There’s no excuse- I- I’m so sorry.”

Marinette takes the phone. Seeing the screenshots that Chloe sent, she winces. She still doesn’t like reading them, somehow the pictures of her are more bearable so she switches back to those before shutting the device off.

“Why?” Marinette asks, “What on Earth was going on that day that you thought I deserved to hear those things? I wa- n-need to know.”

Alya shakes her head. “There’s no excuse. I… I was having a bad day, and then Lila told us that Ladybug had sided with you and I j-j-just got so mad. It felt better than just wallowing in self-pity. You s-sent that text and I just u-used you as some sort of p-personal punching bag. I t-t-texted you for a while, and then Adrien, Chloe, and Sabrina showed up. I guess Sabrina grabbed my ph-phone when I was d-distracted with Chloe and deleted your contact. I sp-spe-spent the rest of the day mad at you.”

Marinette stares at a corner of her room, her voice soft. “I was at lunch. I was already having a bad day, and I had found out you deleted the Ladyblog so I was thinking about you and wondering where I went wrong and how much you guys hated me, which was honestly the usual, but moreso.” Alya barely stifles a cry. “I meant to text Allegra, but I’d taken the wrong phone to school. I made myself read each text, and it was everything I’d been t-telling myself, so that was…” Marinette looks away and takes a deep breath. “My friends found me, and somehow I got to the library. I don’t…. I don’t really remember much until I got home, and Adrien was there and I decided to tell them why I transferred.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Marinette shakes her head. “I didn’t have you come over so we could compare events. Alya, you were my first friend, my best friend, and you just… left me. I don’t understand.” Her voice cracks.

Alya reaches toward her slightly, then remembers herself and draws back. Guilt claws at her inside, and it feels like it is coursing through her veins. “I- always thought that you had deceived us. That you had somehow faked kindness and that Lila was finally showing us the truth. I was d-disgusted with myself for ha-having ever called you my friend, and I just wanted t-to d-d-do everything I c-could to make it up to Lila for it. I thought- I started avoiding you near the end of school because you seemed like you were changing for the worse. Then that first week back just seemed to prove it. I’m so sorry, Marinette.”

Somehow, something about her words angers the designer. She’d been doing her best to stay calm, but something in her wants to make Alya understand how she was hurt and hurt her back.

“Oh?” Her voice is scathing, and she fakes disinterest, exaggeratingly inspecting her nails. “See, to me, I felt like I was losing my best friend. I had been so sure that Lila’s threat to take all my friends away would never come true. I told myself that sure, we weren’t as close, but you didn’t hate me. Then I returned to school. Wednesday we made plans to hang out, do you remember? I was so hopeful after that, and then you were the first to turn. All of you just threw me out - do you have any idea how badly that messed me up? How long it took me to believe I was worthy of being cared about after that?”

Like someone watching their neighbor’s house burn in the night, Alya stares as Marinette continues.

“I still haven’t recovered properly! My anxiety is so much worse now, because come on, look what Lila did in less than a year! Who knows what could happen! A part of my mind is still constantly waiting for people to leave me again, and while I no longer believe it- thank goodness- actually no! Thank my friends, because they stayed. They cared about me, when I didn’t even care about me and I would never have recovered without them! So yeah, while I no longer think that they’ll leave me, there’s a part of my mind forever wondering ‘what if they do’. I thought I’d lost them before. You met them after an akuma attack and Lila was with you, and I saw them talking to you and I was so sure that they would find out about everything and then they’d start looking at me in disgust too, that I’d be forced to watch more people drift away, to lose people again, and then I’d be alone again! They didn’t even know what happened yet! They found me having a panic attack and the first thing I said was that I’d prove to them that I wasn’t lying! I was so desperate! I didn’t want to lose them too! And…” Marinette exhales, fury dying down and giving way to exhaustion. “Look. We used to be so close, but no matter what, that can’t happen again. There’s a rift now. I don’t hate you, and I’m not saying I never want to speak to you, maybe years from now, we could maybe be some sort of friends, but we can never be best friends again, if we ever were.”

Alya nods. “Th-th-that’s fine. I don’t deserve you. Y-you’re b-be-being too nice as it i-is.”

Marinette’s heart breaks. She wants to comfort her so badly, but she won’t lie, and she’s beginning to feel that maybe it’s okay to think someone doesn’t deserve her. She has value, and if people don’t treat her that way, then she knows who isn’t worth her time. She won’t agree with the statement though, that just feels too mean, and she can’t bring herself to say it to her face.

The two sit in an awkward silence for some time, interrupted only by Alya’s barely stifled sniffling and sobbing. Marinette grabs her phone.

 Marinette: would you be up to talking with alya?

 Adrien <3: What did she do?

 Marinette: r talk went fine i meant for the way she treated u.

 Adrien <3: Oh.

Adrien <3: Sure.

 Marinette: well be on r way down

 “Alya? I think you should talk to Adrien. The way he was treated at school is inexcusable,” Marinette says coldly. She flips up on the messages app as she turns off her phone.

The other girl nods shakily, and they head downstairs. When they reach the entrance to the park, it’s not hard to spot her group of friends. The five of them are out on the grass, chatting with each other. Marinette walks over to them, staring down at them. “Watching the grass grow, huh?”

They all turn to look at her, there are several cries of ‘Mari!’ from everyone but Felix who just remarks, “Oh yes, it is indeed very intriguing.”

She can see the barely concealed smirk on his face, and she just rolls her eyes. “Goodness, you guys.”

“How did it go?” Allegra asks, eyeing Alya warily.

“It went fine. She’s here to talk with Adrien.”

Adrien nods, standing to give Marinette a quick hug before walking with Alya to the other side of the park.

“...I feel bad. She’s so upset,”  Marinette mumbles.

Allegra hugs her tightly, and Marinette can tell she’s scowling. “As she should, after what she did.”

“Still.”

“You care too much, that’s all,” Claude justifies, “Too much empathy, which isn’t the worst trait to have.”

“We can hate her enough for you,” Allegra growls, still watching Alya.

“She doesn’t deserve that. I don’t want her to hate herself for this, that’s not good.”

“Oh, ��Nette. I’m sure she won’t hate herself, prob’ly just be pretty guilty for a while.” Allan reassures.

Felix adds, “Even if she did, it would not be your fault in the slightest. You cannot control what other people think.”

Marinette frowns, unconvinced.

Claude musses up her hair, earning an affronted squeak from the girl. He ignores her, saying, “Anyways, do you want to hear about the grass we’ve been watching? I swear it’s grown a whole one thousand twenty fourth of a millimeter.”

“Did you actually watch grass grow?”

“Well, that’s what we said we were gonna’ do, isn’t i’?” Allan teases.

Marinette shakes her head, sighing.

“Actually, it’s technically spring right now, how are you doing?” Allegra asks.

Marinette grins. “I’m back to normal, but in a few weeks? Once flowers start blooming I’m going to be a little hyper, so prepare yourself.”

“Wonderful,” Felix mutters, “Two Claudes.”

“You love meeeee!!” Claude flops towards him, teasing.

“I suppose.”

“So, is that from the same thing that makes you try to hibernate?” Allan checks.

“Yup! I really like spring! Flower crowns incoming.”

“I am all for flower crowns!” Claude crows.

“I’m guessing Adrien knows about this?” Allegra says, “He seemed to know something when spring was brought up, but decided he was going to be all cryptic about it.”

“It’s just more fun that way!” The boy in question returns, going next to Marinette.

“He’s not wrong.”

“Oh, of course you would agree with that, Claude.”

They bat their eyes innocently. “Why, Allegra, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Pfff. Yeah, you’re definitely the picture of innocence, buddy.” Allan rolls his eyes.

Claude gasps. “Allan! You’d betray me like this? Does our friendship mean nothing? Et tu, Brute?”

The boy puts the back of his hand on his forehead, falling backwards.

“Oh no! Claude feign-ted!” Adrien cries.

It takes a moment, but Claude is the first to get it, cracking up. Marinette just sighs wearily, soon followed by Felix. Allan and Allegra understand at the same time, the former laughing, and the latter groaning.

---

Author’s Note: How was that for a chapter? Originally, I was going to have her friends see the pictures, but it didn't quite fit in, and it wouldn't have led to anything big, so I dropped it.

Were you surprised there wasn't a strong language warning? I was when I was proofreading.

Hey, who wants to see the results of the survey? Do you want them later today or on Saturday (to give it a full week)? Also, there's some great extra responses from that bit at the end, so do you guys just want to see all of them or have me find some highlights? If you haven't taken it, please do, because I'm having a blast. Also, should I do another survey for a dumb debate like this, because I already found another great question.

(Can you tell I've been cooped up inside only leaving to walk the dog or get groceries? A little stir crazy here. My dog is just happy I'm home more.)

Regardless, I look forward to any and all comments you have for me! You guys make me smile!

P.S. I haven’t done a ‘things I’ve overheard’ in a while. I’ll probably post one soon.

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[myungodlyhour]

BREAKING:

How I felt at work today.

Working at a newsroom has me thinking this 24/7:

why won’t people just go to sleep, watch a movie or read a book? Like y can’t y’all just go somewhere and chill or STAY HOME!!!!! Like y’all r too old to be behaving like this every goddamn day. People can’t go anywhere especially now a days because fucking lunatics want to ruin it for everyone and have everyone afraid cus you want to start shooting or fighting or causing disturbances when it’s supposed to be a safe place with fucking children and innocent people around. And the fact this country still does nothing for gun control makes it worse.

I mean I’ve always thought that, but now it’s like even more

And y is this one reporter like 28-30ish and when he signed out a Dejero (there’s 4 of them) he put in the teams chat and I quote:

I got Dejero D(eez Nuts)

Like how old r u? People may be relaxed and kno each other but ure still in a professional environment like that’s so disgusting ew

I’ve finished my first month working here and we’ve had 2 all hands on deck situations and two days like today where there’s so much shit going on in the city you just want to leave so u don’t have to deal with it because everything gets so chaotic and everybody is useless and like chickens with their head cut off

This girl on my team does this thing where she half-laughs after every time or even midway when she talks and it startles me every time. She has this chaotic aura and I get so unsettled when I’m near her. She’s cool but still

Overall I feel like I’m getting the hang of it, but days like today make me feel like I don’t kno anything. Clipping is my favorite thing to do, I could do it for hours. Probably bc it’s the most similar to what I did at school (I didn’t major in journalism). Live streaming: absolutely not. My anxiety spikes just thinking about it. That’s wat I was supposed to do today but we canceled at the last minute which low key pissed me off cus I spent so much time stressing as I set it up.

I love working I’m news, I’ve always wanted to since I was younger whether that was Vogue or The New Yorker or CNN, but I did tell my best friend I can see myself taking a break in like a year or so. Cus as someone who just turned 22 recently seeing videos and writing stories and hearing on scanners of so many shootings or stabbings or car crashes or other stuff is taxing. I knew it would be difficult, but preparing is nothing when actually get into it day after day and u just have to move on to the next story

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE

I once literally had to listen over the scanner that a 15 yo boy called the police and said he was going to commit suicide and how. I’m prettt sure he ended up doing it. But I couldn’t do anything bc I was just listening and apparently we don’t report those stories or domestic violence situations. I was so heartbroken. I’m quite the emotional and sometimes sensitive (I’m a Cancer sign so leave me alone) person so it ruined my mood the rest of my day.

But I’ve had some really great days as well. Lots of laughs and cool memories already. Times like those make me love going to work and being around lots of people (I’m an introvert 97% of the time and everyone who knows me will tell u I don’t talk much). There’s been rewarding days and I’ve gotten a lot better speaking on the phone and more comfortable with professional zoom meetings. I’m still learning and make mistakes which can be frustrating, but when I’m successful and get praise for something I crave more of it and it motivates me which is great. When u get praise once you never want to move backwards. I love the feeling of praise from doing anything and when u get it in a newsroom everyone knows and it makes it better. So many times so far I’ve felt like a failure——but so many more times I’ve gotten more confidence.

But I just want to say: if you have family or friends or even just kno someone who works in (“hard”) news, please check on them from time to time. Make sure they’re taking care of themselves and they have someone to lean on.

And if anyone sees this who wants to go into journalism (again I’m a digital content producer): I’m not saying this to scare u away. This is simply my experience as a recent grad finishing the first month of her big girl job. This is my city and my station for now so my experience could be different from yours, or they could be the exact same.

Nick Alm (detail)

[lividian]

Wat up, I'm here to bitch about stuff.

A good 90% of my life is straight pain and struggle right now. I spend every day trying to distract myself from how I'm feeling, whether that's through sitting on facebook watching slime videos for hours, doing schoolwork for even more hours, or doing regular things and pretending everything is fine. I try to make myself believe that I'm ok. Not say I'm never going to be ok, but I'm having a hard time dealing with all the shit life is throwing at me; has been throwing at me, for years.

I took off that mask yesterday, and I feel like I've been emotionally flayed. I'm raw and feeling all those little fragments of emotion I was protecting myself from, all at once. I've been in bed for the past 3 hours or so, thinkin about life and what mine is trying to teach me. Writing helps and I'm really open abt my mental health struggles, so I figured I'd pour it all out on here so maybe it could help someone or something.

A lot of my stressors include other people, so for their privacy, I'm going to use aliases.

Have you ever done something completely against your values/beliefs and wondered what underlying causes made you (re)act that way? I try to think about that often bc it tends to give new perspective and shed light on information necessary for changing those behaviors.

I had a tough childhood and now that I'm older, I can see the impact it's had on me for so long. Even things I can barely remember are reflected in my emotional responses and conscious decisions if I pay enough attention. Bc of the trauma and inconsistent relationship I had with my parents, I have varying degrees of trust issues, problems with relationships (platonic, familial, and romantic), and mental illnesses. I've struggled with behavioral problems for a long, long time. At one point, it was thought I had ODD because of the severity of some of my outbreaks.

Fortunately, some of my more unusual symptoms started showing up as early as 7. I had been placed in the custody of close family a couple years before that, who sought professional help when my depression and visual hallucinations first appeared. I was in counseling from that point on and began seeing psychiatrists at the age of 13, all of that lasted until I turned 19 and lost my medicaid.

Shortly after I started experiencing various mental health problems, I went into sort of a "dark age" and I don't remember much, like there's a big blind spot in my memories. There are some memories that survived and I've clung to, because I don't have much left from that time period. It lasted until about when I started taking psychiatric medications. And about that time, I started to experience extreme mood swings which resulted in damn near anything, from self harm and suicide attempts to violent outbursts and severe paranoia and delusions. These only increased in intensity until I was kicked out at the age of 17.

*I was hurt by that for a long time which fueled poor decision after poor decision, but I have forgiven both myself and my family bc all that anger and pain and guilt was doing was holding me back. I appreciate everything my family has done for me and I hold them very dear to my heart, especially in times of hardship.*

That's some back story for ya. A lot has happened since then, and maybe I'll talk about it some other time, but I'd really like to focus on the present.

My biggest source of pain currently is the fact that my daughter, Acacia, is in one state and I'm in another. I miss her terribly and every day I sit and think about how I've failed her. I want to be a source of joy for her, but right now she's hurting because her mother is gone and she doesn't understand why. We facetime, but she tells me that she doesn't like me and she's sad. It breaks my heart that she's dealing with such big emotions and I can't even be there to comfort her. But I'm also very grateful she's surrounded by people who love her and we can talk every day. It's really hard, and I'm usually in a lot of pain after we hang up, but I will always be there for her. I have to be the mother she needs me to be so I'm going to have to make some tough decisions. I'm not going to talk abt this anymore bc it's too much for me right now.

I'm in another state living with my husband, Onyx, and I feel utterly and completely alone. We left bc we were evicted back home and the only place we could go was his parents'. He shut me out a long time ago, but the homesickness is amplifying my feelings of isolation. Due to some of the toxicity in our relationship, I burned many bridges with friends and family, and aside from my 2 best friends (who I rarely talk to anymore) I have no one. Many days I beg Onyx for affection or communication or some semblance that he still loves me, but my efforts are futile. Weve been having the same fight for nearly half a year. I bring up something that's bothering me, and he becomes angry and says "it's always something", in some form or another I try to remind him that we have to work on the issues in our relationship at some point if we want things to get better, this is where he usually gets defensive and says something something along the lines of "I always need 'more or too much'". From that point, I've learned to just be quiet bc our problems are suddenly my fault and he will do everything in his power to deflect and shame if I try to get him to own up to his negative behaviors that hurt me almost every second.

I saw the red flags a long time ago, but I had hope. Hope that has now completely withered away bc I know he won't change, at least not anytime soon. I can see it in his face when I try to have any form of an adult conversation with him. The way he just barely squints his eyes while I'm talking, the smirk that I try to convince myself isn't real bc it's so slight, the overall look of complete apathy.

I've tried leaving before, several times and one period of 5 months, but I wanted to make things work bc we got married this year. He told me it would make me more consistent and I wouldn't feel like leaving all the time, but let me tell you, I feel like leaving all the time. I've told him about my plans to go back home, without him. I've told him I would stay if he would be a part of this relationship too bc I can't be with someone who is the source of so much of my pain. You know that saying, "you can't make someone love you if they don't want to"? It's true, fucking painfully true. I've found myself holding on to tiny shreds of hope here and there, making myself believe that he'll try in small gestures like a kiss or laying his head on me. But I've been doing that for too long. I have made sacrifices for him over and over to the point where I don't recognize myself anymore. I've stopped talking to wonderful ppl bc it made him uncomfortable. I'll admit it, I kissed a guy back the night after we decided to be mutually exclusive. I talked to an ex love interest for a period of time abt how I was struggling in my relationship w Onyx. But I apologized, owned up to those behaviors, and made changes. I don't deserve for those things to be held over my head and brought up in almost every fight bc yes, I fucked up, but I did what I had to do to fix things. At a certain point, you have to be accountable for how you let your hurt and anger manifest.

So now I'm leaving bc I have to get back to my daughter and get in a better environment, but I don't know how or when. Like I said earlier, I ruined a lot of relationships try to preserve the one that was ruining me. But I'm really stuck out here, I've never been able to hold a job in my working career, and even if I could, I'm also taking several online college classes (that's been a bitch too) so I can't work more than part time and even that would jeopardize my mental health. I'm really stuck and so frustrated and I'm sorry that this has been a super long post. Like I said, I'm just bitching about life. I know the most sucky situations bring about the most growth.

For those of you who are curious, my diagnoses are PTSD, atypical OCD, and persistent depression w mood incongruent psychotic features.

Also: Besides being a good talker, I'm also a great listener. If you're struggling right now, I'm here for u.

[chemicalmongrel]

my url !

Opinion Time! | Accepting

my opinion on;

character in general: What do you mean I can’t just use the word perfect? Constructive criticism? BAAAAH WAT DO U KNOW? In all seriousness, I love Vely’s Leona. I’d never really been all too interested in Leona as a character until hers–maybe because of the irritation she invoked in me when I was paired up against her in lane. But I can say with certainty that Vely’s has piqued my interest and made me far more interested in Targonian champions in general. Cause, well, u know me (well probably u actually don’t cause I don’t open up to a lot of people, Vely not included), I love strunk grills.

how they play them: Again, can I just say perfectly? I always love the way Vely plays her characters, whether they be a canon character in some franchise or her own lovely brainchild. And her Leona is no exception. I mean, just look at how much I adore Leona being the mom to baby Firefang. I adore how she’s strong and resolute in her goals yet understanding and soft when need be. Major need right there–soft grills that can easily crush my head in their hands, yes, please. I also really enjoy reading all her headcanons that expand the character in ways I don’t think Rito has gone yet, especially with the ones that further her divinity status. I could write three pages of my praises for Vely’s Leo and how great she portrays them.

the mun: VAMPIRE BAT GANG FOR LIFE, FOOLS! In-jokes only she and I will know–she’s one of my best friends and I treasure her so much.

do i;

follow them: ALWAYS, IT IS LAW!!rp with them: Of course! I’d love to role-play with her a lot more than I do, and I hope that with our college craziness sorting itself out I can send her more stuff and make more threads with her.want to rp with them: I never not want to role-play with her.ship their character with mine: She’s the only one I’ve ever really shipped Warwick with–period.

what is my;

overall opinion: Just like her other characters, I love to interact with Vely and I love to talk with her even more. She brightens my day a lot, especially as of late considering I’ve been having weird depressive episodes where I feel like garbage for no real reason. I hope we can stay friends and that we can always interact. That’d probably be the best gift I could ever receive, not going to lie.

Oh boy I hope I’m not like embarrassing myself with gushing as much as I have about all this.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[writing-freestyle]

model!irene

i haven’t updated in so long, i’m so sorry!

when she first became a model, people were like… that face can't be real. it's photoshop or smth, it's so perfect

BUT NOPE

irene is literally just that beautiful

models for cosmetics, not really clothes too much

but when she does model for clothing lines, whatever she wore sold out in under five minutes

no one believes she’s a day over 20 when they first see her, they're always like…. ur either drinking straight outta the fountain of youth or ur really just that young

but they stop saying that when they see her with newbie model!yeri, because….. she's a whole mom

babies the hell outta yeri, and even though yeri is like… irene, pls…. i’m an adult

she still eats the crust-free, dinosaur shaped sandwhiches irene brings her with the biggest smile on her face

and that smile is the reason irene babies her so much

irene lives to make other people happy, and it's this trait that makes you fall super hard for her

ur an employ at the company irene is signed with, and it's not like ur in her immediate team or anything like that

u just recieve requests from people that want to work with the agency’s models, and it's ur job to sort out the request and either assign them a model if they haven't specified, or make sure the requests reach the desk of the specific model’s team

and it's a really good job! u like it, especially since an organized environment is what you love most in the world, and that's basically what ur doing for a living

but sometimes it gets stressful

bc the agency is so huge, it requires everyone to be on their a game at all times, and since it's basically just you doing the sorting, it can be…. overwhelming

and especially in the few months or so before spring is when it gets real hectic

because everyone wants models for photoshoots with blooming flowers and falling cherry blossoms

which you’ve handled before, it should be no big deal, and this year should be no different

but for some reason

when you go to work one day

you just….. can't

it's not like you sit at your desk and do nothing, but it's more like you're trying to do things, but keep making mistakes you’ve never made before

when it's an hour before your lunch break, you send out two stacks of requests, one for irene’s team, and one for seulgi’s team, because those two usually are more opinionated on which jobs they take on, and they'll probably need more time than yeri, joy, and wendy combined to decide

and ur like ‘cool, the requests are on their way, i need to stop stressing and chill a little, i got this.’

but right as you say this, an intern walks into ur office and looks kinda…. concerned?

and u know it's the intern from seulgi’s team, so ur like…. what happened with the requests, is something wrong?

and the intern kinda mumbles at first cause they don't want you to be upset, but eventually you make out that they're trying to tell you that…. irene and seulgi’s request still haven't been recieved

wat

“what do you mean they weren't recieved?”

“like… we got the message that we’d be recieving them today at 11:00 am, but….. we never got it.”

and you just snap because

oh my god

this is a major mistake, and you're going to be the one to take the blame

you tell the intern that you're going to fix it, and to go tell both seulgi’s and irene’s teams that it’ll be there soon

they nod and leave, and you begin to scavenge through all the scrunched up and tossed away notes to try and decipher which brand wanted who and what day and time and the benefits they offer with each job

and it's literal hell, because all your notes are so vague, because you immediately wrote them down on the official request forms for irene and seulgi so you wouldn't have to rewrite it later and waste time

without even realizing, lunch is long gone and it's nearing time for you to get off work

but there are at least ¼ of the requests missing from each girls’ pile and you're full on sobbing bc….. this sucks

and you're so stressed that you don't even realize someone entered your office until they timidly knock on the surface of your desk

you're somewhere between shocked and scared when you see it's irene, because a) you didn't even know she knew where your office was? and b) was she there to yell at you or fire you? because you will cry even harder if that's the case

but nah

before you can do anything, irene sets down a plastic container on your desk and pulls out a fork and a bottle of water from her purse and puts those in front of you as well

and that's when she really gets on ur fucking uwus, because she opens the container to reveal some crust-less, dinosaur shaped sandwiches with a fruit cup in the shape of stars on the side

“you didn't come out of your office all day, and the delivery guy didn't have your usual order when he stopped by the office earlier, so i….”

she kinda motions to the food, and looks down sheepishly, and ur all sorts of “wat” on the inside bc????

is irene a literal angel? probably

you thank her profusely and tell her she didn't have to do this, but she just gives you the softest smile and goes:

“i heard about what happened today. it's not your fault, but you're probably kicking yourself like it is. i just wanted to make sure you're not beating yourself up over this, because it makes me sad when you're stressed like that.”

irene has to leave shortly after that because she has a night shoot for this brand that came out with a new line of evening gown’s and irene was begged to model for it

but she makes sure to leave her number on your desk and tells you to text her if you're ever stressed and need someone to talk to

or if you wanna go on a taco date with her, but she says that part in her head bc she's like…. it's too soon for me to be this forward with them

sure enough, you do text irene a few days later, but it's not cause you're stressed

you actually ask her out to dinner to repay her for her kindness earlier

irene, in a meeting with her team, recieving ur text asking her out on saturday

manager: “what about this quick photoshoot for armani on saturday bc they're a top brand, and we really shouldn't say no to that??”

irene, feeling her heart ready to burst out of her chest: “no, i’m going to be living my dreams on saturday, k, bye :)”

you let irene pick the restaurant, and you thought it was gonna be fancy and expensive, bc, hello, super famous model??

but instead she goes “i know this taco truck”

if you weren't already in love with her at that point, YOU SURE AS HELL ARE NOW

so, you guys are sitting on this park bench at 11 pm

with four plates of tacos between the two of you

and you guys are telling stories and cracking jokes, and it’s honestly the best date either of you have ever been on

and at the end, irene just kinda lays her head on your shoulder and sighs so happily

“thank you for this, it’s been awhile since i’ve had this much fun.”

“maybe we could do this again sometime, then?”

irene suddenly snaps her head up to look at you with wide eyes, and is like “SERIOUSLY? OMG, CAUSE I HAD SUCH A GREAT TIME BUT I DIDN’T KNOW IF YOU HAD FUN TOO!”

“irene.... ur literally the human embodiment of happiness, i can’t be anything but in a good mood when i’m around u.”

something in irene just melts, and she’s like so happy that she pulls you in this giant hug and just starts to ramble about how happy she is and

and then she’s just like “i’m so happy you had fun, because i really like you, like a lot, and i would’ve been real sad if you didn’t have fun”

you just giggle and go “i like you too, okay? you can stop being so nervous now.”

and she relaxes and smiles, grabs your hand, entwine it with hers, and the two of you continue to talk and get to know each other even more

and that’s how you two start dating

y’all are the mom couple, y’all already knew this was coming

cutting fun shapes into yeri’s food so she thinks it's more exciting to ear her fruits and vegetables? check.

making sure joy doesn't break that vvv expensive vase while y’all are visiting locations for potential photoshoot’s? check.

helping wendy translate her thoughts properly when she’s too flustered to do so? check.

putting bandaids onto seulgi’s scrapes when she attempts to do some sport and takes it a little too seriously? check.

you two are just the resident angels, and everyone looks up to you two?? aspiring to be as great as you and irene are?

you two are really making the world a better place, bless

and you two take really good care of each other too! always making sure the other is eating properly and if the other is stressed that they have a shoulder to cry on or a person to love them unconditionally

it's gr8, and the rv members are so happy that irene has found someone with just as much love in their heart as she does, and isn't afraid to tell irene she's the love of their life every day

concept: irene has now taken a habit to eating lunch in your office. occasionally, the other rv members join too, but irene comes every day at noon with two sets of food and the biggest smile on her face. she always says that you're the best part about coming to work now.

[stallionspirit444]

Conversation on MeetMe (WARNING STUPIDITY AHEAD, PLEASE BE ADVISED)

Sebast*àn 29, Male, Straight, Brooklyn, NY

Jan 16, 2019, 12:57 am

Idiot: What are u up to?

Me: Lol I'm not doing much. Working on my tumblr and listening to some epic music on youtube from HDSoundi

Idiot: U r musician?👍 Niece wondering how tall ka..& where from...?:)

Me: I mean i am.  But i just love music. I hope you know I'm a lesbian

Idiot: Oh how did u decide on that? What age ?

Me: I love girls. 19

Idiot: Niece says she was always bi.. Do u love guys? Why. I'm from usa but she was adopted into US long ago from Asia~she is very mixed sweetheart teen beauty..

Me: OH COOL I'm adopted from China! That's amazing! Tell her there's a group off of Subtle Asian Traits on Facebook called Subtle Asian Adoptee Traits

Idiot: Haaha no way👍😄😍🌷   👍ok I will

Idiot: Piao liang nu hai" she says *blowkiss*

Me: Lol

Me: Why are you so close to your niece that she is watching your dating profile?

Idiot: Why not?- she loves pretty girls lol - especially your .."amazing pics",.. We often girl-watching together lol. Dui- lol You are sexy teen model for sure!", she says~💕😍😘👍

Me: But like your niece shouldn't be seeing any of this is a minor. How old is she. I just want to make sure there's nothing bad going on here.

Idiot: See what?? Lol ppl chatting?? Hahaha. Bad?? Huh?? What r u talking about?

Me: Well no no haha you know what i mean

Idiot: She talks to people every day...- don't u ? No clue wats wrong...in u..

Me: I just found it initially weird for like family members to be looking on one dating site.

Idiot: Lol r u ok??

Me: Like i keep my dating life private. Especially if they're younger than me

Idiot: Nah it's normal typical dear 👍

Me: Alright.

Idiot: 🌻sorry but u seem a bit off lol. Odd*

Me: Alright whatever. I'm a mechanical engineering major. I was raised to just be cautious about finding things I feel odd with. So i'm expressing my opinion.

Idiot: Families always talk & laugh about each other's dates in life.. Lol :);)

Me: Also i'm trying to be cautious because i'm talking to an older man. A straight older man.

Idiot: We share ur opinion...-right back at you..:) lol. Why cautious?? That's the safest type of person: older str8 male lol everyone knows that.

Me: Women are seen as objects sometimes in society. So I've been raised to just be cautious with older folks

Idiot: Haha how "old" do u imagine I am?? Lol :)

Me: I am having a civil conversation with you aren't i? It says youre 29. Meaning you've got a job or a career and such and I'm still in college

Idiot: Yes boys r typically objectified- true so guys r raised to be cautious-- ESPECIALLY dealing with younger females. Of course. A lez girl. Huh?- r u civil? Lol

Me: Please don't mock me.

Idiot: What..?- career/ college-?? Huh? Ur mocking me

Me: Let's start over. Hi, this is Mary. I've been on dating sites for 2 years. I'm 20 years old, about to be 21 in April

Idiot: I'm far too mature to "mock" others.

Me: I consider myself to be a lesbian, only interested in other girls

Idiot: Obviously- since I'm more more mature

Me: I am adopted from China. I love video games, ice skating, playing ukulele

Idiot: Why lez?

Me: Sir, i would kindly suggest following what I am doing here and trying to start over.

Me: I am lesbian because I like girls. Girls are attractive to me. And men are not

Idiot: Yes u should follow my lead. I agree

Me: Why are you straight then?

Idiot: I obviously know Wat lez means; again, I asked u why u made that choice.

Me: It was not a choice. Does your niece say being bisexual was her choice?

Idiot: Hetero is pre-programmed / automatic. Yes if course she chose. As she clearly says. Same as most lesbians say same: choice. Of course it is. U can choose guys anytine u want. I'm sure u soon shall. 💕👍

Me: Please respect my "decisions" and "choices"

Idiot: R u suggest I g u don't? I never said that. Pls stop assuming u know me. Xie Xie

Me: Okay i'm sorry for my assumptions

Idiot: Ur choices r urs.  Obviously. U chose chicks. For a bit. Commmon phase. Especially at ur age group. Very typical

Me: I would feel much more comfortable if you could not suggest that I made a wrong decision. Temporary or not. So your niece will go back to being "straight"? then?

Idiot: I never said that either. Gee- why r u so disrespectful of me? Ur kinda odd kiddo :) lol. Why so many "quotation marks"-?? Hehe

Me: You said "common phase." ”Chose chicks. For a bit"

Idiot: So ur not sorry for assuming. Please just stop it

Me: I did not choose for a bit. So you assumed I chose for a bit. Which is wrong

Idiot: Yes of xcourse u chose.  For a season.

Me: Not for a season

Idiot: U can easily choose to go with nature

Me: Nature for me is to be with girls. Straights are the weird ones imo

Idiot: Instead of choosing against.

Me: I like going against. It's freeing and natural

Idiot: "Straight"= normal. Obviously lol

Me: So what do you think about your niece? I'm just curious

Idiot: Look at all of nature, reproduction, animals, insects- everywhere...- even much of plant life.  Lol. Why r u asking me what her future sexual choices will be?? Lol so weird...

Me: So what do you think about your niece's choice? I'm just curious. Can't I be weird?

Idiot: What is "freeing",- exactly? Can i-?? Ur question is obviously misguided,& this waste of time.

Me: Honestly. I wish I could have changed your point of view. This was a waste of time. I pity you.

[hamilton-one-shots]

Hamilton High School AU 52

Alexander sighed and plopped down beside John on the couch as they arrived at his apartment.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't want to deal with Thomas..."

"I'll be just in my room. I promise you'll be fine."

Alexander nodded and buried his face in his chest. "This week sucked.."

"Why don't we skip tomorrow? I'll treat you to another date, if you're up for it."

"... Last time we had a date, you almost broke up with me the next day."

"That's not going to happen, I promise." He kissed his head. "We can go to the movies and a museum and wherever else you want to go."

"Can we get our costumes for the dance?.."

"Yeah." He smiled.

Alexander sat up and kissed him. "Okay.."

John kissed back and held Alexander close, staying like that with him for the next hour and a half.

By then, Alexander grabbed his phone and checked the time. Did drama really take that long? He decided to text Thomas, just to be safe. [Dnt 4gt 2 cum 2 John's plas]

He got a reply almost immediately, but it wasn't one he expected. [... Do what at John's? xx]

[dnt b gros]

[I'm on my way, I'm just getting Lucy. xx]

Alexander sighed. "Jefferson's on his way.."

John nodded and kissed his head. "Let's go get Susan, then."

"You go.. I'll get ready to deal with him.."

"Okay." He got up and left, coming back with Susan in his arms a minute later.

She hopped to the ground and went over to Alexander, pulling herself up into the couch in front of him. "Hi."

"Hi." He smiled.

"Johnny says I'm meeting a new friend!"

"Yeah, you are.."

She smiled and ran off to John's room, Thomas buzzing in soon after.

John buzzed him in and opened the door for him, Lucy hugging his legs as tightly as ever.

"Hi, Johnny!"

"Hi Lucy." He picked her up and smiled.

"Do I really have to share you today?.."

He nodded.

"I don't want to.." She buried her face in his shoulder. "You're my friend..."

"I know, but I'm her friend too. Maybe you'll like her, okay?"

"No.."

John sighed. "Let's just try, okay?"

She didn't respond and John realized that this was not about to be easy.

Thomas rubbed her back. "Be nice for Johnny, okay? Otherwise, I won't bring you next time."

She pouted and nodded, John carrying her back to his room. "This is your house?.."

"It's my apartment, yeah."

"Where's the rest of it?"

"This is the whole apartment."

"That's it?"

He chuckled. "Well, it's just me here most of the time." He took her into his room and set her down beside Susan, who was coloring, and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a second. Be nice, okay?"

Lucy pouted, but nodded.

John went back to the living room just as Thomas sat down with Alexander. "I'll just be in the next room. I'd better not hear you two fighting. If either of you starts a fight, I won't hesitate to make you leave. Understood?"

They both nodded. John may have been treating them like kids, but maybe it was necessary.

"Good." He smiled and went back to his room just in time to hear Susan crying. He walked back faster and found Lucy coloring in her book. He picked up Susan and rocked her as he sat down beside Lucy. "Isn't that Susan's coloring book?.."

"I wanted to show her how to color right. She was coloring all wrong, see?" She flipped the page and showed John the fully colored picture that she'd scratched out.

He frowned. "That's not nice, Lucy. There's no one right way to color."

"But she's not doing it right!" she whined.

"She's coloring her way. She's only a baby, she's still learning."

Lucy pouted. She was definitely Thomas's sister. It was obvious that she had good, albeit self-serving, intentions, but she was going about it the wrong way.

"Did you ask to color?"

"I wanted to show her! She shouldn't be crying.."

"You took it from her and the picture she colored looked nice. Why don't you ask if you can use it and tell her why you want to?"

"But.. But... It's not fair! I wanted to help her!"

"I know that, but you have to tell Susan. She loves her coloring book because I made it for her."

She frowned. "Why don't I have one?!"

"Because I didn't know if I'd be able to give it to you. I'll make you one right now if you promise to play nice with Susan."

She pouted, but nodded. "Okay... Can I help you color, Susan?.."

She sniffled as she finished crying and looked at Lucy, nodding. "Okay..."

John smiled and cleaned her face, then put her down. "There. Isn't that better?"

Lucy nodded. "Yeah.."

He sat up on his bed and watched as they colored, sketching out a coloring book for Lucy as they played.

Thomas watched from the door from the second that he heard Lucy getting herself into trouble and smiled at the sight. John was one of the few people she'd actually listen to and it was nice to see him dealing with kids. It was sweet. He went back to the living room once John got them situated and sat with Alexander, both reluctantly working together.

They managed to get a few things done without arguing, but what would the pair be without bickering over a few petty points? The only things that was able to stop their bickering was when John came out from his room with two small children following him into the kitchen. Both boys felt their heart melt at the sweet sight and they were able to silence their arguing, resorting to just mouthing and typing insults to each other with only the occasional whispered curse.

John went into the kitchen and let the girls watch and help him cook lasagna, glad to see that they were starting to get along. While it cooked, they went back to John's room and colored again, John still drawing. When it was finished, John went back and pulled the dish out of the oven, letting it cool before serving it on plates. He even cut Thomas and Alexander a piece, taking their plates to them.

Thomas smiled. "You always were good at cooking, especially for someone so addicted to pizza."

John chuckled. "Thanks." He kissed Alexander's cheek before walking back to the kitchen and taking plates back to his room for himself and the girls.

Thomas picked up his plate and began eating, noticing that Alexander just picked at his own. "What's up with you?"

"Not hungry."

"You should eat. It's good."

"I'll eat when I'm ready."

"Well, we need to take a break, then just get back to it."

Alexander tutted.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He kept eating. Arguing like that wasn't worth it.

After eating, John began watching movies with the girls on top of a few piled blankets and pillows on the floor, mainly Disney movies, and hardly even noticed that he'd fallen asleep until he woke up hours later to Lucy wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

He carefully pried her arms off and got up, taking their empty plates to the sink and making sure that World War III hadn't broken out in his living room. What he found was quite the opposite and made him smile. "Aww.."

Thomas and Alexander had fallen asleep as well and were leaning against each other, Thomas's arm around Alexander's shoulders and Alexander's head against his side. They were practically cuddling.

After putting the plates in the sink and going back for theirs, John draped a blanket over Thomas and Alexander before going back to his room and going back to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up to his phone blowing up with texts from Alexander.

[JON] [JHON] [FUCK] [HLEP] [SHIT] [IM W/ JEFRESON] [HES OHLDING ME] [WAT DO I DO]

John chuckled and got up, deciding to let this play out. It was funny. Alexander hadn't even tried to wake up Thomas, he just let him sleep at the time. So, he carefully picked up Susan and covered Lucy, taking her back to Maria for daycare.

Alexander perked up a bit when he heard John shifting around from the other room and smiled as he came into view... Before it dropped into shock as he just walked past him. "John! John!" he whispered as he walked out. He grumbled and waited for him to come back, leaning up as he came back.

John smiled. "You two are cute when you're not fighting." He walked back to his room with a grin.

That stupid grin. John knew what he was doing. "John!" Alexander whined, trying to escape Thomas's grip, only for him to hold him tighter. He tried texting John again. [cOME BAK] [WAT TH FUCKJOHN] [HELP ME I SWARE 2 GOD] [U R THE WORST PERSN] [UGGHHHHHH] There was no response, John just left him on 'read.' He groaned and accepted his fate, going back to sleep for a few minutes.

Thomas woke up then, tutting as he looked down at Alexander. "Ew," he muttered as he pushed him to the floor.

"Ow!" he complained as he was forced awake.

"Do I look like a bed to you?"

"I tried to wake you up earlier, but you couldn't hear me over your disgusting snoring."

"How dare you, you intolerable-"

"Hey!" John interrupted. "Both of you were cuddled up against each other, so cut the arguing."

"I'd never want to come near him," Alexander snapped.

John shook his head and pulled out his phone, showing them pictures that he'd taken of the two undoubtedly cuddling. "You two were just so adorable, I couldn't resist," he shrugged before heading to the kitchen, both boys in pursuit of the god awful pictures.

"Sunshine, honey, you don't want that silly picture... If you wanted a photo of me, all you'd need to do was ask."

Alexander rolled his eyes. "Nobody wants a photo of /your/ sorry ass." He turned to John. "John, if you love me, you'll get rid of that phot-"

"Oh, now you're going to play /that/ card?" Thomas snapped, leaning over Alexander. "How pathetic..."

"You really should stop talking to your reflection, Jeffershit."

"Jeffershit? Is that the best you can do, Hoemilton?"

John rolled his eyes. "I'd knock it off, if I were you. If you guys fight, I will post these pictures."

They both backed down a bit.

"Good. Lucy is just in the other room. You have to take her to school, Thomas."

Thomas tutted and nodded. "Okay.. Do you want to come along? I want to take you somewhere."

"You're not taking my boyfriend anywhere, especially not today."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "If he dumps your sorry ass, that won't be on me. If you're that insecure that you can't let him hang out with someone else, that's your problem."

Alexander glared after a few seconds, unable to think of a witty reply. Or any reply.

John sighed and frowned. "I'll just be a bit, okay?.. Then you and I can spend the rest of the day together, I promise.."

How could Alexander turn him down? He had to trust him more. And he had to stop hurting him. "Okay..."

"I guess he can come with. As long as he walks."

Alexander growled in response.

"Hey John, your dog needs training."

"Hey John, there's a rapist in your house."

"Well, aren't we learning things about you, Alex..."

"If I wanted my own comeback, I'd have wiped it off your mom's chin!"

Thomas looked like he was going to throttle Alexander and Alexander looked just as on edge. But with John in ownership of those photos, both knew it was an awful idea.

"Forget it. I'll just stay here.."

John kissed his cheek. "Thank you. You can choose what we do today."

He nodded.

Thomas headed to the bedroom and had Lucy get ready before taking her to school, John in the passenger's seat.

"Who was that other guy?"

"He's my boyfriend, Alexander."

After a few seconds, that information processed and she came to the first conclusion that came to mind. "He stole you from Tommy!"

"Lucy, he didn't steal me. He only became my boyfriend a bit ago."

She pouted. "He stole you..."

"I promise he didn't. Can you trust me on that?"

"... Okay.."

Thomas dropped her off at school before taking John to Mulligan's.

"What are we doing here?"

"I've got a surprise for you. Come on." He led him into the shop, holding the door open for him.

Sarah smiled as she saw John coming in and let it fall as Thomas followed him in. "Thomas."

"H-Hello Mrs Mulligan..."

"Just what do you think you're doing here?"

"Okay, I know a lot has happened, but-"

"Without giving me a hug?" She beamed once again before pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, Tommy, it's been far too long! Hugh told me you were coming in with Johnny here!"

He caught his breath as she let him go. "It's nice to see you again too!"

She smiled and let him catch his breath, taking John away in the meantime. "So, did he tell you what we were doing today?"

"No, actually."

"I'll let him explain, then." She had him stand in front of a mirror and Thomas walked over, now recovered.

"What's going on?.." John asked him.

"Well.. I know I haven't been the best person to you these past couple of weeks and I want to make that up. I'm buying your costume for the dance next week. Custom made, whatever character you want, I'll pay for it."

John's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, you really didn't have to do that."

"I don't care. I want to. You deserve something special."

John's first thought? Alexander was not going to like this.

Sarah smiled and began taking his measurements, then asked what character he was thinking of.

Of course, he told her that he wanted to be Belle.

She nodded and wrote down the numbers when she finished. "I'll let you know when we have it done."

John nodded and followed Thomas out of the shop when everything was done, still trying to figure out what to say on the matter.

[pandawritespoorly]

With Time: Chapter 29 - Lila’s Plan

Author’s Note: Ooh! Bonus chapter! With a bonus scene I quick wrote at end while editing because I couldn't help myself.

Stay tuned for the summary of the next chapter at the bottom!

Chapter Summary: Where was Lila in chapters 27 & 28?

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She’s honestly disappointed in herself that it took so long for her to think of this. Lila had been hoping to find Marinette’s new school ever since the girl had left Dupont, and now Lila had finally realized she’d had the answer since December.

Felix Voclain.

He’d been one of the ones to assist Marinette at the Louvre that day, so it made sense to guess that the two attended the same school.

Already knowing where the boy went, Lila didn’t hesitate to go to the school ‘for a tour’. The class is under the impression she’s in South America or something like that.

She doesn’t really care - the morons can believe whatever they want.

Today is about finding Marinette.

Once in the office, she’s told her student guide will be arriving momentarily.

“Ah, here he is! Claude De Rosier! Claude, this is Lila, you’ll be showing her around today.”

The boy and girl stare at each other blankly. Lila isn’t sure what to think, because she’s sure she’s met him before - twice - but he’d insisted it had only been once, with legitimate proof to back up his claims.

The boy grins, sticking his hand out for her to shake, “Welcome to my school, Lila! I’m so excited to show you around!”

She isn’t sure what to make of his strange emphasis. It’s so slight, she isn’t sure if she imagined it or not.

As they shake, she smiles easily, “Thank you so much! I’m sure you’ll be a great guide!”

“The best!” he winks at her.

As they exit, Lila swears it looks like Claude wipes his hand on his leg. He rubs fingers against his palm a few times - confused - before subtly sniffing it, and frowning slightly. When he notices her glancing his way, he smiles reassuringly and leads her onward.

“Well, if you’re interested in transferring here, I can assure you this is a very welcoming school! There really wasn’t any need to rush out the door!” he takes some hand sanitizer from a dispenser on the wall - a lot more than what would be considered normal. Lila wipes her hand on her leg nervously as she responds.

“What do you mean?” She’d spent extra time on her appearance today. Being attractive helps sell a story more.

“Oh, well I just-” he pauses, looking over her slightly, “It’s nothing! Nevermind! Uh, here’s the math wing…” he hurriedly moves on to describe the current area of the school, commenting on teachers and the different subjects taught.

He is going over the locker arrangements - grade-wise - when he interrupts himself to say, “You know, my locker is close by. I’ve got a hairbrush you can borrow if you want…”

“I- uh- What?” Lila touches her hair self-consciously. It seems fine to her, but she can’t see all of it, “Is there something wrong with my hair?”

“Oh no! I just- nevermind! It’s fine!” he rushes to reassure her, but she can tell he isn’t being entirely truthful. Before she can ask for that hairbrush, he hurriedly moves onto another aspect of the school.

Lila keeps touching her hair, glancing in any reflective surface she could find, but none of them seemed to show her what was off about her.

“Oh! This is the theatre department! I can introduce you to some of my friends.”

The taller boy pushes through a door, holding it open just long enough that she had to catch it as she entered. He runs ahead, seemingly unaware.

“Amy! Victor! I was just showing a student around, and was wondering if we could talk to you!”

Claude has attracted the attention of two students, clearly a few grades above them. They turn to the boy welcomingly, agreeing as they turn to face the touring student.

She could have sworn that she saw recognition - and disgust - flash across their faces, but it’s gone before she gets a good look.

“I told her about that trip the three of us - and some of the other theatre kids - took to England! In December.”

Amy and Victor glance at each other. They went on the trip, as did many others, but Claude? Claude did not. There had been a running joke that ‘Claude was always with them’ to the point that one of the group had jokingly photoshopped Claude into several pictures, but Claude hadn’t actually gone.

He’d stayed home in Paris, especially since one of his friends - Marinette, sweet girl, a shame about the bullying they’d heard about - was going through a rough time. That wasn’t the only reason Cladue had stayed of course, but still. The point stands.

“Oh it really was a blast! We’re a really close group here!”

“Mhm! One big family! London was so fun!”

The pair may not know what’s going on, but they can play along. Amy and Victor both vaguely recognized the girl as someone they disliked, so they don’t have a problem screwing with her.

Lila grows uncomfortable as the boy keeps glancing at her head before correcting himself to make proper eye-contact. The girl seemed startled by some aspect of Lila’s appearance and frowned slightly before covering it up with a too-big smile.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce her! This is Lila Rossi.”

Oh, they most certainly know her. Most people in the school are familiar enough with her. She’s the one that was rumored to have done something to Marinette.

No one is quite sure of any details, but there’s a silent agreement among the school that the only ones allowed to bring up that girl around Marinette are her close friends. All others pretend she doesn’t exist.

Marinette doesn’t seem to have realized she joined a popular friend group. The former-quartet (now quintet?) had been known for being kind people who were fun to hang out with. Marinette had been adopted so quickly, and her nature seemed to be just as good-hearted, which made her just as popular. Not that she seemed to realize it.

When rumors started about bullying people were horrified. Then a name came up. 

Lila Rossi.

The girl who is apparently currently standing in front of them.

Claude’s actions make so much sense now.

“I’m really not much of an actor! I haven’t been able to do much work since the accident…” she trails off, playing melancholy and waiting for the usual sympathy. It never hurts to pull her tricks in a new place.

It doesn’t come. Each person before her seems fixated on whatever they’d been looking at on her earlier.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did you say something?” Amy looks at her apologetically and the others break from their staring to make eye contact, though the older girl has to nudge Victor a little to get his attention.

Lila is really starting to wonder what’s wrong, but she’ll never admit to it. Repeating herself won’t do any good so she changes topics, “I just, uh, was saying that fashion is more my thing! My, uh, friend Marinette might have transferred here I was wondering if you knew her?”

“Nope! I don’t know any Marinettes!” Claude shakes his head regretfully.

Victor shakes his head as well, but Amy speaks up, “There is Marinette Pontbriand, but she’s in the musical arts department, and she’s not a recent transfer…”

“Uh, no. That’s not her. I must have gotten the school name mixed up…”

“Well, it was nice meeting you! We do have to get back to work now though.” Victor says, then he leans in, patting her hand comfortingly and speaking softly, “You’re so brave. It’ll get better I’m sure.”

He turns, and Amy waves. The taller girl pauses and turns back to Lila, similarly leaning in and speaking softly, “We all have those days.” the girl looks over Lila sympathetically, then digs in her bag to subtly hand her a pad and tampon. Amy hurries to join Victor.

What the-?

“Anyways, we should get back to our very important tour!” Claude breaks her out of her confused stupor.

“Y-Yes! Let’s!” She stuffs the period products into her bag and follows the boy. 

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By the end of the one hour tour, Lila feels shaky and confused. Everyone they spoke to seems to know something she didn’t - and that something had to do with her.

She’s never felt so self-conscious before. It’s driving her crazy, because she has no idea what’s going on. What do they all see?!

She smiles at Claude weakly as she heads out the door.

Lila turns to go home, deciding to not bother with school for the day. 

Once home, she spends hours in front of the mirror, studying herself.

By the end of the day she’s taken 5 showers, washed her hair 3 times, tried ten new makeup routines, washed her clothes twice, and considered three different outfits for school tomorrow.

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Bonus:

Kid Mime: so

Kid Mime: remember how i was suposed to be leeding a new studnt arownd 2day?

The Mom Friend: yeah? is somthin wrong? r they ok?

Kid Mime: i sure hope not

Kid Mime: it was liela

Melodie: Excuse me?! She has the nerve to come here?? Does she think we’re stupid?? That little brat had better count her lucky stars that I didn’t see her.

The Mom Friend: o goodness wat did u do

Kid Mime: i pretended that there was something wrong with her

Kid Mime: u no

Kid Mime: besides everything else about her

Kid Mime: i had to shake her hand and i made sure she saw me wiping my hand on my leg and using a ridiculus amont of sanitizer

Felix: As you should, after being in contact with her.

Kid Mime: of corse

Kid Mime: anyways i kept suggesting somethign about her lookd weird

Melodie: Besides the sausage hair?

Kid Mime: bsides the sasage hair

Kid Mime: i had her catch every door

Kid Mime: it was almst as satisfin as slaming 1 in her face

Kid Mime: uh

Kid Mime: o!

Kid Mime: teh best part is that as soon as i introducd her to peaple as liela evry1 messed w/ her 2

Kid Mime: i think amy gave her a tampon

The Mom Friend: well mari is a sweetheart 

The Mom Friend: the scool is gunna protect there own

Felix: She has certainly made an impression here. I cannot think of anyone that does not like her.

Melodie: I’m so proud of her. Like, remember when we first met her Claude? She tripped over one of us or something and seemed to think we were going to yell at her, poor baby.

The Mom Friend: 2020 hindsite tho that makes a lot of sense

Kid Mime: she was so quietttttttt

Kid Mime: an it took like a month b4 she actualy hung out w/ us outside of scool

Kid Mime: :((((((

Melodie: She’s doing a lot better.

Felix: Speaking of, how is she now?

The Mom Friend: asleep

Melodie: Rest well, honey!!

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Author’s Note: Lila, Lila, Lila. You are no match for my baby boy. I really do enjoy this chapter. Showing off my baby boy in a 'fox' v fox chapter.

Anyways, I know why you all stuck around. You want the chapter summary. Well, just so you know, the reason I'm giving it early is because I just love worrying you guys. Here it is: Ladybug goes down during a battle and Adrien can't find a pulse. 💕💕💕

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Can i vent 4 an MCU Black Queen? Thanks. Buckle in: I’ve been on the BP fandom since day 1, and I love almost all the stories I’ve seen. But the one thing I’m so tired of, is when it comes to reader inserts, especially at halla/OC inserts, everyone gets 2 stay in character and be great EXCEPT NAKIA. NEVER is she portrayed in character: independent, kind, cool spy, puta humanity above herself, has her own mind, dont care abt bein queen cuz she not power hungry n only broke up wit T till (1/?)

Not even redeemed Erik is as OOC as Nakia in almost every story. He’s just Erik without the murder tendencies. Nakia is stripped of every thing that makes her character war it is! She’s reduced to being the very trope coogler and them were tryin 2 go against! They could make an OC cliche ex chick but no it’s always Nakia. N I wonder if it’s cuz what Nakia represents is sumthin we can’t comprehend 4 ourselves. Wen we fantasize about Tchalla we are the damsels who get spoiled and pampered (3/?) We’re the ones who have a whatever life before he came along, and most the time we jump at the chance to be his queen besides the fear of what Wakanda wud think of an outsider. And rarely do I read where the reader is txhalla’s equal and doesn’t need his protection. Meanwhile. Nakias reason 4 rejecting the throne had 2 do with the limitations of the job. She never needed savin (“tchalla u ruined my mission wat r u doing here”) nakia channeled her grief ovr challas “death” in2 takin action (4/?) Takin action to get the royal fam to safety, sneak out one heart shaped herb b4 the garden was burned down,etc. her life still went on without tchalla. She literally turns down “every girls dream” of being someone’s queen because there was more to her purpose than that. She chose the greater good over her romantic heart. And I honestly don’t think enough of us would do the same because we’ve been taught the opposite of everything she represents. She can still B the ex in stories (5/?) But why does SHE get picked to be the lame ass movie cliche that pushes the narrative of girls fighting over guys and being conniving about it? She was created in this film 2 B the healthy example of self-worth. Their relationship even as exes was made 2 B positive BECAUSE we’ve seen enough of the other cliche. But we can’t fit her character into fanfic as who she is? Instead, a gross caricature? It defeats the point of Nakia. She’s an innovative role model and we make her a weak trope. (6/?) Please stop making Nakia take all the BS of our conformist ideals of what an ex is supposed to be, or what a “career woman” is supposed to be. She didn’t love Tchalla less when she left. She didn’t dump him 2 fuck other people. She had a strong ideaology and morale, and they were incompatible because he wasn’t where she was at yet! Now they’re together and she gets to oversee the outreach center! She blew her cover at the UN standing on camera with him! She can reinvent the Queen’s job! (7/?) She is who the fuck we should want to be. We should want to have our personal dreams and goals that don’t collapse when we find a man. We should want to have the strength to let go of what can’t worj! We should want to be our own woman that the right man nurtured, not breaks for his dominance. Or not. If that ain’t what u want. But ask yourselves why it’s always Nakia whose a OOC caricature in fanfic and barely anyone else. settle ur issue with Nakia! Thanks 4 comin 2 my TED talk. (8/?) 

I think my ask box ate one of your asks. but go TF OOF nonny. i’m not in the bp fandom & i’ve only read like two fics so i wouldn’t know. but that sure is something.