#i don't give a shit if you get mad i'm not supporting. i'll always stand by the side of the victim and those who have lost their LIVES

[elegyofthemoon]

tbh I feel like I should have known that Israel supporters would find my posts but I was still shocked anyways because I think at least my corner of Tumblr has all been pro-Palestine and I'm very proud of that

I only really found it by accident because I was trying to find my reblog with the links regarding the strikes and Bisan's call for a march, and I honestly was confused at first reading the comment.

So went to check further on the user:

I don't know. There's a bunch of other posts that they make that are just these short comments (and I would pull them up but really just go to their blog and check) -- some of which are articles that talk about the bombing that happened during Super Bowl and about the babies that had been left to starve and die in the hospital -- all with the same short, unproductive comment.

This is just more of a rant for me but I just can't understand how they don't see how much blood is being shed and not see what they are doing or feel guilt for it. I think of all the videos of children who were left amputated and orphaned because of Israel's attacks. I think of all the videos of mothers weeping over the corpses of their children or of the fathers who have lost their entire family. I think of all the surgeries that had to be done without amputations and how a lot of the hospitals are now out of commission -- places of safety that people would turn to if they were injured -- that now hardly have supplies. I think about the women who now have to use scraps of the tents they have now taken shelter in for their periods, the rise in infection rates in the area, and the starvation that Israel has left them in (the way that I've seen so many videos of children being so happy just to get a little bit of water or food). Or even recently, the little girl Hind and her phone call begging to be helped when she was trapped in a car with her dead family only to be found dead days later.

So tell me: who is the victim here?

Anyways, that being said: if you are neutral or pro-Israel, FUCK OFF. YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED ON MY BLOG.

It'll be Free Palestine. Forever.

Keep fighting, everyone.

Remember: Marches have been called for 17th- 20th. Protests and strikes 18th-25th.

[floppnopikka]

୨⎯”STANLEY PINES DATING HEADCANONS”⎯୧

He would call you nicknames like 'sweet cheeks' 'sugar pie' 'honey crackers' 'hot stuff'

When you ever feel like you're in your lowest moments this man doesn't know what to do to comfort you BUT he will try his very best to cheer you up. In the Book of Bill, his life has been in his lowest moments and there was no one to comfort him except for his mom, Jimmy Snakes (probably) and Stanford. Taking you to dinner (his treat ofc but only because he hates seeing you all depressed) go fishing and getting a free souvenir from his Mystery Shack.

This man is STRONG, never doubt his strength, he can punch, kick, and punch again. All his fats are his muscles so if you ever have anything heavy to carry just let him do it or if you got a sprained ankle because of your clumsiness, expect this man to insult you first before carrying you like you weigh nothing, ok he might struggle BUT JUST FOR A LITTLE BIT.

Needs constant reassurance, this man has always been looked down and stepped on in his whole life only for himself to stand up again without anyone's help. If you happen to get in a relationship with him, he will ask and look at you for support and words for him to keep going. He can get a bit dependent on you but not always, he knows how to stand up for himself after decades of insults from others and your praise may seem skeptical for him but knew better than to trust your words.

This man cannot read without his glasses, if you see him without his glasses and he's trying to read something on his news paper or watching TV, you can see him squinting his eyes in a verge of closing them.

If someone harasses you or talks bad about you, this man will definitely talk shit to someone and punch them so hard they will end up in the hospital.

He's prideful and won't back down to any teasing you call him (in a playful manner) but when it's serious moments, he'll have a hard time expressing his feelings because it always turns to anger or walking out but when he does something wrong, it'll take him a few minutes to apologize because he was never one to apologize or people would just ignore his apology.

Stanley isn't a fan of those cheesy romantic things like, giving flowers, chocolates, writing poems and stuff like that. Unless it's valentine's day or your birthday, he'll ask Mabel and Dipper for help on how to greet you, set you up with him. Just because he's not that type of man doesn't mean he's not showing his love and affection for you.

When you're not around, he would fr brag you to anyone 'Have you seen Y/N? well, bad luck for you buddy, you literally missed a sight for sore eyes. Which happens to be my significant other!' and then he would laugh at the child or 'Look here buddy, Y/N is someone who's very passionate on anything they do, I mean look at them! don't you feel the raging flames of passion they're putting there?' he pointed the direction where you stood and then it's just you arguing with a karen in the grocery store while he grins lazily as he sips his soda 'Yup, very passionate'

When you two got into an argument and didn't end well, he would stay up all night thinking about it, tossing and turning on the bed with a groan. He will apologize but it's messy because he doesn't know how or it's too hard for him to do say it. "Look, I made a mistake and I... I know what I did was wrong and I just wanna say..." long pause "...m'sorry..." in the most quiet yet audible apology you'll ever hear but if that didn't budge you he'll try even more "Ok! ok! I really... am! I'm sorry, ok? what I did to you was wrong, I'll give you space if you need it and... I'm sorry, again, really" but you can't stay mad at him for long so you forgive him in an instant.

Overall, a patient and understanding partner is what he needs perhaps someone who has the same ego as him would be fun, an adventurous partner would be his cup of coffee since he is the most wanted criminal in America, you two would be partners in crime >:)

A/N: hope y'all like it, might be ooc of Stanley Pines

[carcarcraziiv2]

I LOVE YOUR JEALOUS APHELIOS AHH. I keep re-reading it!! Can I request a jealous kayn? NSFW or SFW is fine :3

THAT IS SO SWEET, ILYSM FOR TELLING ME THIS <3 <3 <3. Truly, it makes me happy to know people actually ENJOY what I am writing! Gives me a real boost to keep goin', ya know?!

And you literally bet your ass I will, Kayn is my ngjfhdsgjkh just my dirty lil' guy and I love him so gd much.

THIS is going to be NSFW. There will be warnings. I can't NOT do NSFW when I'm doing a jealousy trope. On god though? I had a random urge to make it soft Kayn so.... enjoy :3

P.S. SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

TW: Jealousy, violence (literally just a punch), kind of mental illness? (Idk how I honestly classify Rhaast in this AU, but just in case), sex, masked man doing to do (ooo c;).

AS ALWAYS! Enter at your own risk. ILYSM <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

Jealous Kayn

The concert was a success, as per usual. The crowd was dispersing, however a few guys stuck around in the V.I.P area you chose to sit in to support your boyfriend, Kayn.

You chose to help the venue workers begin cleanup duty as you waited for Kayn to come retrieve you. There were round tables scattered about, people having left their empty cups and trash all over the place.

"You don't have to help clean up you know," a friendly young man came over to where you had a trash bag held open, scooping litter into it. "Patrons don't generally stick around for this part. I'm Jack, what's your name?"

"Oh, I don't really mind at all. I travel with the band, so I try to make a habit of helping out," you smile. "I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"Travel with the band, huh? So do you like help w- whoa! You okay?," Jack starts, before you trip over the bag you're holding in front of you and nearly fall.

Luckily, he was there to catch you so you didn't make any more of a fool of yourself.

Unbeknownst to you though, Kayn had just walked in to fetch you. His eyes widened in shock before his brow furrowed, his features turning to a scowl as he witnessed you in another man's arms.

You hadn't even noticed his presence yet, not until you felt a force lift you up by one of your arms so that you were standing tall again.

"Oh, Kayn! The show was gre-," you don't get to finish your sentence before Kayn is throwing a punch at Jacks face. The only thing you can do in response is drop your mouth open in shock.

"Whoa what the fuck man!," the friendly venue worker shouts, his hand coming up to cup his face. You rush over to him, noticing Kayn about to throw another in his direction. You step in front of Jack just in time for the blow not to hit him, Kayn barely stopping before accidentally hitting you.

"Knock it off, you idiot!" You holler, pushing your boyfriend in his chest. He stumbles back slightly, taken aback by your defense of this man who clearly just had his hands all over you.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you watched his face turn from shocked to a scowl. He was clearly upset at you, but you were too upset with him to give a shit.

"Just go back to the hotel, Kayn. I'll find my own way back." Kayn stood there for a moment, his hands balled into fists as he seemed to study you for a reaction.

When you didn't falter your gaze, he conceded.

"Fine. Have fun with him," he snarled, whipping around and stomping away.

As you rushed back over to Jack to apologize and offer him assistance, you were unaware that Kayn still watched from the shadows of the small hallway in which he came from.

You idiot, Rhaast scolded him. "Shut up," he responded aloud. You let your emotions control the situation, you fool. Now our love is embarrassed and mad at us. Kayn hit himself on the head, then smoothed down his hair. "Fuck, you're right," he sighed. Although he knew he should go apologize to both of you, he felt defeated- disappointed in himself. He was so scared of losing you he made a minor situation worse. Not to mention, Yone was certainly going to hear about the incident from the venue management.

At that point, the only thing he could think to do was follow your order and return to the hotel.

To your surprise, Kayn made sure one of the guys stuck around to bring you back, too.

~~~~~

Yone was the one to take you to the hotel, silent for the entire drive until you arrived at your desitination.

"Go make up," he said, unlocking the door. "Kayn's mood will surely get worse after our conversation tomorrow."

"Ugh, thanks for the ride Yone," you sighed, thanking him as you left the vehicle. You entered the hotel, taking the elevator up to the room the two of you were sharing.

Steeling your nerves, you sifted through your pockets for the key card, taking it out and unlocking the door.

You weren't sure what you were expecting upon entry, but it was definitely not what greeted you.

Kayn sat shirtless on the patio, a lit cigarette smoldering in the ash tray, his body glimmering slightly from the moonlight caressing his skin.

And when you looked at his face... you saw it adorning his Rhaast mask.

Whatever edgy pity party shit that he is pulling, I don't care. I am staying in here. You dropped your phone and belongings onto the counter, silently scowling at him until his head slowly turned your direction.

You always liked his Rhaast side. So protective and levelheaded. Although very dominant sometimes, he always made your comfort a priority.

He stood, opened the sliding glass door, entered, then shut it behind him without turning around.

"Y/N," he said plainly, putting his hands in his pockets as he awaited your response.

"Yes?" You said, carelessly sassy with your tone as you looked anywhere other than the sculpted man prowling towards you. "What do you want?"

"You know I'm on your side, little one," Rhaast says as he approaches. You took a step back in unison with each of his until you were undoubtedly trapped between him and the white hotel wall. His body radiated heat that seeped into your skin, and you breathed deep to calm yourself.

"Ka- Rhaast. I don't know what to say. What happened earlier was really fucked up."

"I know, I know. Don't worry- I gave him a piece of my mind. That idiot never treats you right," his hand reaches up, gently caressing your face before lifting your chin to look at him.

You can't help your brow furrowing, lip pouting.

"Kayn doesn't treat me badly... he just read the situation wrong."

Checkmate, asshole. Kayn hisses to Rhaast. In return, he takes off his mask, revealing his wild but soft eyes. The contradiction between the obvious curiosity in his gaze and the demanding flicker of arousal made the muscles in your stomach tighten.

"He almost hit you, do you understand? Know's better than to endanger our love like that," his expression was so pained you could only imagine the war that was waging in his head right now.

"It's okay, love... really," you sighed. "I just didn't want any more violence to happen, and it seemed inevitable unless I intervened the way that I did. I know you- or Kayn- would never hit me. And I always know you treat me right."

Rhaast pouts his lower lip, and you have sudden overwhelming urge to kiss him. It wasn't your intention; you really did want to talk about everything... but you just couldn't stop yourself.

The kiss was tender, soft. He let out a sigh when you did it, almost a whimper- so out of character for him. It was almost as if he was relieved. He knew that you had forgiven him. You didn't feel so trapped between him and the wall anymore when Rhaast's hands gently pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.

"Thank you for always protecting me, Rhaast. Kayn, I love you," you smile against his lips, your hands touching his face. He pulls away only for a moment to look you in the eyes before grabbing you around your ass and lifting you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed.

Holding onto the back of his neck, you squirmed in his arms as the he lowered you onto the soft cotton bedding. The bed was cool under the fabric of your clothes, a delicious contradiction to the heat radiating between you and Kayn.

The two of you bite and suck and play amongst each other's lips, your body gradually becoming more and more aroused. When you look back into his eyes, you can tell Kayn has returned.

"I'm sorry, my love, but I can't control myself when it comes to you," he says, a shy but sly smile taking over the canvas of his face. He looks so cheeky, trying to get you to forgive him still even when you're sure he knows your hardly angry anymore.

Now you're just turned on.

"I understand- I can't say I wouldn't have reacted the same way... Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you make it up to me?" You smile back at him, tracing a finger down the soft skin of his muscular bare chest. He tilted his head in response, raising a brow. His body towered over you as the two of you lay there, encompassing you in his thrilling aura.

"You dirty little thing," he cooed before nuzzling his face into your neck, his wet tongue dragging along your skin before placing a soft nibble. You whimpered at the feeling as he continued scraping his teeth along your flesh.

"I would destroy everything for you, my love," his voice is sweet like a summer wind, warm emotions ruffling straight through to your heart. Kayn was everything- the sun, the moon, the stars. In this moment before you share the most intimate of actions, you felt so close to him.

He was being so open after the events that had occurred. You realized perhaps Rhaast was his way of communicating the things he didn't really want to say, and it made you feel warm inside that he was comfortable enough with you to share that side of him.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when Kayn sat up to help you out of your clothes, removing his own swiftly. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him removing the black leather belt from his pants, the corded muscles in his arms flexing as his fingers fumbled with the buckle. When he looked back up at you with a feline gaze, you swore you could see flickers of Rhaast.

He bends, crawling over your squirming frame. The air was thick with tension as he began caressing your body with his large hands. They were rough on your soft skin as he pinched and prodded your nipples, leaning down slowly to suck them one by one.

There was this thing about Kayn- he never stopped watching you. Always looking at your expression, gauging how certain things made you feel. You were so enthralled by the way he looked at you while pleasing you that that alone had your heat rising.

He made his way down your body, peppering kisses and bites as he traveled. Once he reached your front, you hissed in a breath at the first feeling of his tongue on you.

He licked and sucked, his warm tongue caressing everywhere perfectly as he serviced you.

"Fuck, Kayn that feels so good," you moaned, grabbing his hair and tugging- to which he responded with a growl. You knew how that made him feel, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you in that moment. Sure, his mouth felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

He almost became feral, you noticed, as he ceased his movements and sat up, grabbing you and pulling your legs towards him so you were at the edge of the bed.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy baby," his voice gravely, he gripped his thick member, stroking it a few times while looking at you through thick lashes. "I'm going to fuck you, now. Show you who you belong to, right my love?"

"Please Kayn, P-Please fuck me now," you whimpered, your cheeks warm and flushed, a hand caressing your front while the other rested idly by your head.

"I love it when you beg. Only for me, baby. Yeah- fuck," he stammered a bit as he pressed his tip to your entrance, watching his dick become engulfed slowly by your hole. "You're always so gods damned tight for me."

The feeling of his dick had your brain melting, your hand stopping for a moment. Kayn noticed, stopped his movements, and gave you a look.

"Did I tell you to stop, love?" All you could do in response between whimpers was shake your head, and you moved your hand back to keep pleasing yourself as he started picking up the pace. "Gooood, good fucking b/g."

He continued his pace, grunting every few seconds in sync with his thrusts. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you felt yourself climb higher and higher. Kayn leaned down and kissed you passionately, biting your lip as he released you.

"Cum for me, love. I'm not going to last much longer with you gripping me like this. He hissed in his breath as you shuddered and cried out, reaching your climax. Your vision blurred, a few tears dripping down your face as you gripped his forearms.

"Fuck baby- Fuck I'm gonna cum," Kayn groans, whipping his head back. "Take my cum baby, that's it, fuuuuuuck." His hips buck against you as he finds his release and lets out shuttering breaths as he slows to a stop.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty but content as he pulls you up further onto the bed and collapses onto the plush mattress.

"Maybe I should get jealous more often if this is how the night ends up," he smiles, and you roll your eyes in response.

"Maybe I shouldn't have rewarded you for that behavior," you giggle, and he scoffs. "Next time let's talk about it first, unless the person you're jealous of actually looks like he is doing something bad?"

"Yeah yeah, I know," now it was his turn to roll his eyes, returning to his normal sassy self for a moment before softening again. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I love you."

"I know you are. Oh and by the way, you may want to save the rest of your apologies for your talk with Yone tomorrow..."

"Shit," was all he responded, shaking his head. "Great... Whatever, he'll get over it. He loves me."

"Yeah, so do I Kayn. So do I," you smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight, baby." He responds, and as when you fall asleep you dream of Kayn and Rhaast and the lovely life you share. Even through the ups and downs he will always be your everything.

[eucalyptus-lvs]

Carmen Berzatto’s Night Off - Carmen Berzatto x Reader

I would have had this out earlier, but I got hung up on a two-parter that I’m putting out in the fall. The platform is still pretty new to me so I’m still learning as well. This could be in the same universe as my last two or a stand-alone. I’m trying to think of a nickname or smth to use in place for this series without putting an actual name so it’s still immersive for everyone. I was also thinking about doing requests if it’s smth that has interest so if anyone has thoughts on either feel free to lmk. As always any thoughts or constructive criticism are appreciated! Thank you to everyone who has read and supported me. Love you all! - Elli🌿

TW: None.

A knock sounds at the office door, startling Carmy before it slowly open.

“Hey.” You call to him, walking over.

“Hey, what’s up?” Attention turning back to the papers in front of him, arm circling your waist. He squeezes your hip as you stand beside him while remaining in his chair.

“Just wanted to come see you before the day starts.” You lean down to place a kiss to the top of his messy curls. “Getting some paperwork done?”

He moves his arm to run both hands down his face in frustration before settling them in his lap. “That and the menu Syd’s pushin’ for.” Tipping back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

You lean back against the desk to face him, crossing your arms. “Shouldn't you be working on the menu Syd wants…with Syd?” Questioning what, to you, seemed obvious.

“Yeah, I will. I just wanna get some general ideas down and go from there.” he shrugged.

You lock eyes with him, expression showing you think he's full of shit. “You know this does nothing for your control freak allegations, right?” you laugh.

“I'm not a control freak. I just want everything to go well. It has to if Syd wants her star.”

Tilting your head with an endearing look, you grab his hand in yours. “I know you do, but maybe you should give yourself a break. Take a night off.”

He scoffed. “I can’t just take a night off. There’s too much that needs to get done. This fuckin’ paperwork, the menu, makin’ sure the deliveries are comin’ in and that those deliveries are actually what we fuckin’ ordered and-” He ranted, getting increasingly frustrated with each task mentioned.

“Fine, fine.” You squeeze his hand as a way to gain back his attention but also ground him as he spirals. “I get it, but you can leave on time for once. You get here early and you stay later than anyone else.”

“Because I'm running it.” he interjects.

“And the place won't cease to exist if you leave with everyone else. C’mon, just one night, and tomorrow you can dive head-first back into the neurosis. I'll even come in early with you and help if it'll make you feel better.” You plead with your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“Don't look at me like that, Sweetheart. Please.” He tries looking away only for you to huff like a child trying to get their way.

“You are in need of some serious rest and recovery. Slow down a bit. Enjoying your life won't kill you.”

“Baby, c’mon. I gotta try and figure out these recipes or I'll get behind a-and everything will get derailed-”

“Okay, Cameron Frye.” You roll your eyes, mocking him. “I swear, your mind goes straight to the worst-case scenario every time.” Releasing his hand and turning to flip through some of the papers on the desk.

“Who?” He looked confused, shaking his head.

“Cameron Frye. Ferris Bueller's Day off? The best friend.” Focusing on what you think are the beginning sketches of a dish.

“Never seen it.” He said flippantly, going back to looking through the files.

Your eyes shot back up to look at him. “What?! How have you not seen it? Isn't old stuff your whole thing?”

“Vintage is not my whole thing.” He corrects. “I just like it. And I'm talkin’ about denim, not an era as a whole. I barely consume current media. Let alone somethin’ that came out 4 decades ago.”

“Oh, come on. You're missing out. The 80s had some of the greatest movies ever made. The practical effects of horror were unmatched. The love stories were iconic. Not to mention all the feel-good nostalgia. Which, not to be that girl, with your attitude you could probably use in your life.” You ramble on.

“Ouch.” Throwing his hands up slightly in mock offense.

You sigh, feeling as though you’re fighting a losing battle. “Okay, how about a trade? Tonight we go back to my place and have an awesome 80s double feature. You can cook whatever you want for us to enjoy it with. Call it practice for the menu.”

“I can cook anything?” He asked skeptically, crossing his arms.

“Yes, as long as you agree right now to two movies. I pick. No backing out.” You stuck out your hand with a pointed look. Giving the impression of a serious transaction.

If he was being honest, he found it quite cute.

“Okay.” He took your smaller hand in his, sealing the deal.

A smile takes over your serious expression, so wide your face aches.

“Okay! You make plans for dinner and I'll think about what we’ll watch.” Nodding your head as you move back towards the door, making your way out of the office to complete the necessary tasks before opening.

Carmy matches your smile. Happy to see you so excited. Shaking his head as his mind fills with ideas of what you might like and what is to come of the night.

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A knock sounds at the door for a second time today. Not to the office this time, but to your apartment. You race over and throw it open. “Well, hello.” You grin.

Carmy stands in the doorway, grocery bags in hand. “Hey, Sweetheart.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek as he passes you to walk to the kitchen, immediately making himself at home as if it were second nature.

When setting the bags on the counter he sees that there are already some there. “You stopped at the store?”

“Yeah, I just had to get a few things for tonight.” You shrugged.

“You shoulda told me. I woulda picked it up for you.” He didn't like the idea of you going out of your way for him. It was something he had trouble getting used to while being with you because he never wanted to inconvenience you.

“Well, next time we'll go together. Save the trouble.” You tease. Diverting his attention by pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around his neck while his came to your hips.

You bring him in for a soft, slow kiss. The kind that made him seem to sink into you.

He likes the idea of doing something so domestic with you. He always thought he was fine with being alone.

That was until he met you.

Now a trip to the grocery store sounds like the best way he could spend an evening.

He can’t stop himself from imagining how much of the cart you’d fill with random items. You’d swear it was because you had some sort of craving, but he’d know it was more likely that you’d gone on an empty stomach and were just hungry.

Breaking the kiss, he smiles at the prospect. “Okay.” He replied sincerely.

You release him so that he can continue to unpack the groceries, standing to the side of him and watching. “So, Chef Carmen. What's on the menu?”

“Chef Carmen?” He raised an eyebrow, letting out a chuckle.

“Stop, I'm taking this seriously.” You laugh. “You need inspiration for the menu and I'm trying to simulate a good environment for that.”

“I don't think a proper simulation involves you in the old Dio shirt you like to sleep in as a uniform.” Gesturing to your attire with a teasing grin.

“Fine, forget it. What's for dinner, Bear?” You relax, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter.

“Spaghetti.”

"Spaghetti? Hardly seems like something you'd put on the menu.” You questioned, confused.

“It probably won't be on the menu.”

“I thought that was the whole point of tonight? Practicing.”

That was the point originally, but the more he thought about what you would like and how the night would go he didn't want to practice.

He wanted to take work out of the equation completely.

It was obvious you were excited about tonight and he wanted a dish to match the energy of an evening with you.

Something warm and comforting.

“I changed my mind. It’s uh- kinda a family thing. Thought you'd like it.” He tries to sound nonchalant, but it comes out unsure as he spares a glance your way.

“Spaghetti sounds great.” You said softly, a small smile gracing your face.

He has to change the subject quickly before he abandons the idea of cooking completely in favor of you.

He clears his throat as he starts prepping the ingredients for the sauce. “What are we watching?”

“Well, I wanted to pick something I thought you’d like, but since you don’t watch a lot of stuff already I had to gamble with my favorites. First is The Thing since I talked about practical effects. It’s horror, but I don’t think it’s really scary in case that bothers you. The other isss-” You pause to drum your hands on the counter.

Carmen shook his head with a smile and laughed. This is why he likes you.

One of the many reasons he likes you.

You were weird but in a good way. Having the ability to be effortlessly fun in a way he could never be.

“Ferris Bueller's Day Off!” You beamed. “An obvious choice, I know, but I figured it’s the reason we’re having this night in the first place. Plus, it kinda has a little of everything. Friendship, romance, adventure and it takes place in Chicago! A little bit of a 180 from The Thing, but hopefully you’ll like it. It was hard to narrow it down to just two.”

“I feel like this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk.” He teases with a small grin.

He can see an immediate change in your body language. Suddenly turning shy for the first time tonight. He curses himself for mentioning it in the first place.

He was good at nothing if not ruining a good thing.

“It’s easy to talk about things I like,” you take in a deep breath, fidgeting with your hands “with someone I, yknow, really like.” Moving the strands of hair that had fallen in your face as your eyes focus on the floor.

Oh.

He pauses, thoughtfully. It was often hard for him to approach direct conversations, especially ones centered around feelings. But he knew if there was ever a time to try it would be for you. “Well-uh, those sound good. Maybe we could do another night? For the other ones you had in mind.”

The olive branch is all you need to perk up. Going right back to the bubbly personality he became accustomed to with you.

“Yes! Okay, I have so many ideas. A close runner-up was The Lost Boys. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about vampires though. And Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice was a good one and I heard they’re doing a remake so we could watch both if you like it and compare-“ You continue to ramble as Carmen listens intently. Nodding along to everything you're saying as he cooks for you.

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The dishes have long been forgotten on the coffee table. Empty since the first half of The Thing.

You’ve both settled back into the couch with large blankets and at least half a dozen snacks you picked up on the way from work because you insisted that ‘people enjoy movies more with fun snacks’.

It's logic he’s not quite sure he agrees with, but when it came down to the two of you he wouldn’t claim to be the expert.

Now onto the next movie, Jennifer Grey is front and center on the screen as her character sits in the police station.

You stare ahead, almost hypnotized. “Yknow she had been in a couple things at this point, but I think I read somewhere that her role in this is what helped her get Dirty Dancing. It came out a year after.”

“Is that one you wanted me to watch? Dirty Dancing?”

He didn’t want to admit it, but he’d seen it before. It was something Sugar had played once when taking over the tv in the living room and he was forced to watch that or nothing at all. It wasn’t a movie he remembered in great detail, just that he was able to sit through it.

He was thankful Mikey and Richie weren’t around that day or he never would’ve heard the end of it.

You shrug, still transfixed by the screen. “Yeah, if you’re down for it. It would only be my second time so it’ll be pretty new for the both of us.”

“You only saw it once?” He asks curiously.

“Yeah, last month.”

He paused, looking over at you.

Sensing his gaze you turned to him and locked eyes. “What?”

“So you’re givin’ me all this shit about missin’ out on 80s pop culture when you didn't even see one of ‘em until a month ago.”

“I love the movie genre. It doesn't make me an expert! Plus, I used to get creeped out by the age gap between her and Patrick Swayze. But they do this flashback cinema thing at the movies sometimes and I thought ‘How often do people our age get to say they've seen Dirty Dancing in theaters?’ I figured if I was gonna give it a real shot I should watch it the way it was intended.” Your eyes lock back on the screen as a sheepish smile appears.

He just continues to look your way. “Did you like it?”

A grin breaks out on your face and you turn to him once again.

“I kinda loved it.” Your nose scrunching a bit. “I was wrong! I was totally wrong. The soundtrack was great. The choreography was hot. Even though the age thing creeped me out I did end up liking their relationship a lot. I mean, their chemistry was unreal. I guess you could say that about most romantic films, but I don't know… It felt different. Maybe because I built it up in my head?”

You let out a small laugh, turning back to the tv. “As soon as I left the theater I played the soundtrack and sang to it the whole way home.”

A moment passes as he looks between you and the screen.

He leans close to you, putting an arm around your shoulder, and whispers, “Nobody puts Baby in the corner.”

You turn to him so quickly he thinks you might have whiplash.

“Hey! You got one!” You giggle.

Smiling at him, you once again turned your attention to the movie. Only this time scooting closer to rest your head on his shoulder.

As the movie goes on, shared laughs and your mumblings of the dialogue can be heard filling the small apartment.

Towards the end, he goes to make a joke. When he gets no response he looks down to find you asleep on his shoulder.

Captivated by how peaceful you look, the voice of Ferris pulls him back to reality.

“Yup, I said it before and I'll say it again. Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

Leaning down, he places a kiss on your forehead before laying his head against yours.

He's glad he didn't miss this.

[vegaseatsass]

My Stand-in Ep 4 spoilers

Now for a happy post! My Stand-In doing intimate partner violence and toxicity correctly, and by correctly I mean so so sexily <3 Loving this series a lot and recommending it to all my friends lmao. Certainly did not expect it to escalate to this level. My inner Vegas bitch is purring. Just a few notes I wanted to touch on before I get to read what everyone else is saying!

This is now a Wut hate blog! Wowie! Imagine hearing your mentee friend sweetiepie nong was knocked out and chained up in a basement by his deranged (a-affectionate) ex, and reacting like whew! Thank GOD you didn't stand me up on purpose! Lol ya know, I suspected your abusive partner was maybe abusing you, it feels so good to be vindicated in this :') I knew you were a good egg! Anyyyyyyway, no I CAN'T do a thing for you, I staunchly point blank refuse to do anything to support you now that you're isolated, blacklisted, vulnerable, financially desperate and alone. FIND YOUR OWN MEANS OF FINANCIAL SECURITY BUDDY oh but if you do something risky just know I'll be very mad at you and reject you as my nong and isolate you even harder <3 hope this helps!

Don't get me wrong I love Joe's abusive partner though <3 what a man <3 LOVE that his first line of defense is negging. You? Break up with me? Loser! I'm better than you! Lmao like the reason Joe can't believe Ming loves him even when he does start trying to tell him that he loves him isn't just that their whole relationship started as a proxyfucker situation and a lie. It's because Ming spent their whole relationship telling Joe he didn't love him!! :') :') :') They literally both just want someone to be nice to them for five seconds and Joe is able to be nice for five thousand seconds but Ming can't pull it off for more than a minute at a time before trying to get control of the situation again by being a dick. Until his boyfriend is presumed dead. LOVE THAT FOR HIM <3333333

Ming and Sol pulling each other's hair and like having a full-on cat fight was honestly hilarious, 10/10 no notes every show about trained buff men should have slap fights. for ME

Lastly!! the real reason I wanted to post is just how fascinating I find Joe's swing from "we're in love and we're going to get married" the first time Ming smiles at him into "you're full of shit Ming! Don't lie and tell me you actually care about me, I KNOW I was just a sex doll to you and you always loved Tong only!" Like I said, I think Ming playing it cool their entire relationship did not do him any favors re: convincing Joe at this late and chained-up stage that he was actually cared about lmaooooo but I am also torn between thinking that if Ming HAD been able to convince Joe he loved him in that moment, Joe would have sincerely fucked him with the chains on, and let Ming keep him there indefinitely as his basement boyfriend... and between thinking Joe's all-or-nothing reaction to Ming's affections was self-protective survival instinct, getting him the fuck out of there even if a small part of him not only wanted to believe Ming but did believe Ming in that moment. Like he couldn't LET himself believe Ming BECAUSE he needed to not give into the unhinged toxicity, rather than because he actually doesn't think it's possible for Ming to have started out using him but come to love him. Or maybe it's his broken heart and hurt pride that make it impossible to allow that his honeymoon period with Ming was fake but what came after it was real on Ming's end. Does any of that sense? What do u think?

I know nothing about what happens in the novel and that's making this an incredibly incredibly wild and fun ride but also may mean my interpretations are missing very obvious-to-the-readers context. Alas! But I am truly having a ball.

[goopyedgay]

Uh time to be cringe

sometimes it makes me feel very bad and the fact of being a gregstella shipper bothers me, imagine that what you love the most and makes you happy is also what hurts you the most, I'm not doing anything wrong and still the people get to be very annoying and cruel to me, I want to believe because I am the one who is actively creating content about them, so I guess it makes sense that I'm the one who takes the hits.

I'm someone who tries to take things calmly but sometimes I just explode over things as simple and stupid as these, I know I asked people to block me if my content bothers them, and I appreciate that they do, but there are also people that the only thing seeks is to annoy, even sending me messages that I should kms.

I couldn't care less about these things when I'm in a good mood but in these moments when I just feel bad and I can only say, I'm sorry? sorry for shipping two characters that have nothing problematic? I wish I had become obsessed with something else instead of this but I can't help it, I've been dealing with this shit since last year, but now that I've become more open it only makes things worse.

I can't even calmly interact with the hellpark fandom because I'm afraid they'll get mad at me and point out that I'm "proshipper" or "lesbiphobic", at this point I don't even want to draw HP Estella and Gregory together, I have to admit that I ship them and that was the reason why I started doing it gregstella content, but to avoid problems I created my own au or whatever. (and it ended up becoming a very ambitious project wow)

I'm not lesbiphobic, in fact, I really like ships wlw, and I have considered being a lesbian many times but i'm aro so meh, just because I like a "straight" ship doesn't negate everything else, it will sound like an excuse but I don't even consider Gregory to be a man (or at least the one from hellpark and my au) or a woman, I consider him as... Gregory just being Gregory? I don't really give much importance to this hc thing because at the end of the day my favorite characters are my favorite characters for other reasons and not just for that, and I found myself unfortunate that my two favorite characters are two that you can't ship because it's "wrong". I know there are some gregstella shippers who have said or done unpleasant things, but there will always be weird people, and that doesn't mean we should pigeonhole us all into that.

It's sad that I have to say something as stupid as this to me. But I needed to get this off my chest because I'm really getting tired of this kind of stuff, I'll probably delete this later or maybe keep it here so people are clear about where I stand and stop saying or misinforming what I do or say, like e.g. I draw nsfw (something I have never done publicly and I haven't drawn this type of explicit things for years since I was grommed lol, and if I did in the future that is something that does not concern you, much less if you are minors)

Anyway, thank you very much to the people who support me and like my art, you really motivate me to continue being open with what I like and continue bringing content for the community of this beautiful ship, or even if you don't like the ship and you only like my artstyle, it is also appreciated ♥️

This is more vent than a clarification, but hey, take it as you want, love y'all!

[rorywritesjunk]

Some point Thistle will stop climbing trees since she always gets herself stuck. Only difference today was the dumb boy from Whitebeard's crew who watched it happen.

~

"So, you're Roger's pet cat that I've heard about."

Sis bristled as she looked back at the boy standing behind her, a stupid grin on his face as she stretched her arms up to grab a tree branch. Rayleigh told her not to climb any trees this time as the Captains were meeting and the crew would be busy so there would be no one to help. Buggy and Shanks were exploring the island with some of the crew but Sis decided to stay back.

She didn't give him an answer, instead turning her attention back to the tree. This one would be fine to climb. The branches looked strong, close enough together to make it easy to get up and down.

"So do you put your hair up like cat ears every morning?"

Rolling her eyes, she hopped up and grabbed the lowest branch, letting her body hang for a moment before she hoisted herself up. This would be easy.

"Didn't I hear that first mate tell you not to do this?"

"Do you like the sound of your own voice?" Sis finally asked as she climbed up the tree, wanting to find the perfect branch to sit on.

"Kinda, but I like the sound of yours better." He grinned. "I'm Marco."

Sis paused for a moment in her climbing, turning back to look at him. What was his deal? This was a distraction. Shaking her head, she resumed climbing, choosing to ignore the dumb boy, but it didn't seem to work because he moved under the tree, looking up at her, still grinning.

"What's your name?" He called up to her.

"You're distracting me!" She shot back as she grabbed a brittle branch; it snapped under her grasp and she scrambled to grab another one for balance. "What do you want?!"

"Careful up there!"

She grumbled and finally got to the branch she wanted, getting herself comfortable on it and leaning against the trunk for support before grabbing a snack out of her bag. The boy was still down there, though no longer talking to her but someone else. Frowning, Sis leaned forward and looked down. Oh, her brother was back and Rayleigh was there too. Marco seemed to shrug when Rayleigh asked a question and the first mate walked away. Buggy lingered for a moment before he left as well.

She frowned, wondering what that was about, but she suddenly dropped her snack. She watched it fall, eyes widening slowly as it seemed to take forever to land on the ground. Oh, she... She was pretty high up, wasn't she?

"Um..." How was she going to get down? Usually Rayleigh or someone else went up to help her but the dumb boy sent him away. What was she going to do?

"You good up there, Sis?" He called up. "You lost your snack."

"I'm fine!" She hoped her voice didn't crack as much as it seemed. She was frozen in her spot, grabbing onto whatever she could touch to keep her from falling down. Dammit, why did she climb up so high?

"Yea?"

"Yea..." She cleared her throat. "I'm stuck. Where's Rayleigh? I need him."

"Oh, he left." Marco told her. "He said you better not be climbing trees because otherwise he was going to leave you up there if you got stuck." He grinned. "I told him you weren't here, so he went to find you."

"W-Why did you say that?!" She shrieked at him. "I'm stuck! I can't get down!"

Marco shrugged. "Jump down and I'll catch you."

Did he really just suggest that? She was up so high, higher than any mountains, and he is suggesting she put his faith in him and jump down from the trees?

"Are you mad?!"

"Probably." He chuckled as he held his arms out. "Now jump down. I promise I'll catch you."

Sis considered this for a moment. "You're on Whitebeard's crew. You could just let me get hurt."

"I could, but I think you're kinda cute, so why would I do that?" Marco asked.

"Do... You promise to catch me?" Sis asked as the branch creaked and groaned under her. Oh, shit, was this one going to suddenly break under her?

"Of course!" A pause. "Besides, don't cats land on their feet?"

She huffed in annoyance, considering her options. There was no way to get down. She had to put her trust in this dumb boy. There was no one else around and knowing Rayleigh, if he said he'd leave her up there then he would. She'd be stuck up there until the next morning.

"Look, just grab the branch, let your body hang down, then let go." Marco told her. "You got a straight shot down to me and I won't let you hit the ground."

"F-Fine, but if you don't catch me then I'm gonna kill you!"

"Sounds fair."

Sis tried to keep a hold on the branch as she followed his instructions. There weren't too many branches on the way down so she shouldn't get snagged. Swallowing heavily, she gripped the branch and let her body swing down to hang for a few moments. The branch made a few noises as it held her.

"You're okay, just let go."

Cursing Rayleigh, the dumb boy, and herself, Sis let go of the branch. It should have felt like forever but instead she fell fast; he kept his word and caught her.

"See? Don't have to kill me." He grinned. "Told you I'd catch ya."

"Sh-Shush!" She squeaked. He set her down on her feet but she didn't budge, slumping against him as she tried to steady herself. "I could have died!"

"I wouldn't have let that happen." He grinned. "Now, do I get a reward for rescuing ya?"

"Not punching you in the face, how about that?"

"Oh, I was hoping for a date."

Sis just stared at him as her cheeks turned a shade of pink. "I'm sorry, a date?"

"Yea! How about it?" Marco chuckled. "It won't be a fancy restaurant or anything since we're all on this island, but we can make it work!"

She stared at him in disbelief, wondering if there was a way to kill him and hide his body so his crew could never find him. Did he really just ask her that after she fell out of a tree? She took a step back from him.

"How about it?"

Then again, he did help her, even if he was a big distraction. She had heard of dates, of the crew bringing them up as things to do and that maybe some day she could go on one (if the crew approved of the suitor, of course). She just never thought she'd have the opportunity to go on one.

"When?" Sis asked. Marco just shrugged, still grinning at her.

"How about tonight?"

She frowned. Maybe she could just do one dumb date with this boy. One date only and she would never see his dumb face again.

"Fine, one date."

"Great! I'll come find you in a few hours then." Marco raised his hand up and gave a wave. "Later!"

Sis waved back, her brain trying to process that oh, someone actually asked her out on a date and he was from a rival crew. Maybe that was okay.

[always-me-meha]

Random shit update lol or me just thinking as usual haha

Hrmmmm do I think he's comfortable being honest about things in his past or in general??? Ehhh idk..... he's getting there, slowly opens up to things and I'll sit and listen. But but I do KNOW he can be a wicked liar, I'm not sure he does it on purpose now or its just a natural response. I just hope that bum works on it or stays honest with me at least lol I hate liars.

So yesssss when I hear shit from other people it has me question, do you deserve me? Am i stoopid? Or you gonna do what you've done to other girls (if what was said even true, the girl that told me things is a crackhead and apparantly a hoe that spreads rumours is what this other girl told me, he even told me this to before). But I still don't think he was ever honest about sleeping with this other chick or not before we started dating but were still together. I have no proof so I have to let it go I guess eh?

We're finally dating, time to just focus on the now and not the confusing as hell past 4 months lol like yes I probably shouldn't of waited and stuck around as long as I did but I did get away from him eventually!!!! which is how we were apart for a whole month. Enough time for us to miss eachother plenty and make him clue in if it was worth losing me LOL

If I didn't fuck up and went to town to gamble that day and bumped into dee, we probably still wouldn't be talking honestly. Crazy hmmmm like a butterfly effect hahaha

And I know i know I went crazy blasting him the other night but man I was high and pissed off at him and didn't see his point in the things he was telling me or mad about cause of course i was in la la land. Also I'm someone who once she's pissed off and wants answers or to resolve things, I want it now! I don't have patience at alllllllll. Where I know guys need their space to calm down, and I tend to keep pushing. I did finally let him go to sleep cause he was right, we both needed to calm down.

I'm proud we didn't block eachother through all that haha. Told him when he asked me out I didn't wanna do the blocking game!!!!!

But being I didn't sleep all night I was still pissed off of course haha so I messaged 'so it's tomorrow.....' and he was like not rn I got bad news (his friend passed)..... I was a CUNT, I was like I don't give a fuck I'm done!!!!! Idk if he was like wow, running away again, I said I wasn't running away I'm standing up for myself cause he treats me poorly. He right away said he was sorry and for me to come over. Also I said I was struggling to hearing shit, so he wanted to make sure I bloody napped!!!!! And I did wanna support him of course I said I was sorry he lost his friend. I felt like shit for flipping out but damn. There's usually always something that happend just as I'm like trying to leave or when I did leave.

Anywhooooo, we made up and had a good time together, stayed sober all day, he tried to get me to sleep but I wouldn't lol I did eat! So that was something at least. He talked and explained things to me more why he doesn't want me hanging with dee or being at that house. I totally understand it all!!!!!! He was right about everything, even my councilor today says for once she agrees with him, stay away from there.

So that's a professional and him advising me. I will for now on listen to that! Besides I don't know what things I said that day that may come to bite me in the ass too -.- and all the druggies in town are starting to know my name and vehicle, police I belive now recognize my vehicle. Shits just dangerous. Me driving high is not okay. Me evem giving rides to the store is not okay cause I'm still an acomplice even if I think I'm being safe and not involved by staying in my car.

Just shits been I guess more crazy since I started hanging with her even tho it's been only twice. Because it's me making these decisions on my own, not him. Yeah maybe I learned stuff and met them cause of him but I'm chosing to make these bad decisions on my own even after being told to never hang with them without him. Even after the last time I promised I wouldn't and I did it anyway. Simply cause I was mad n wanted a hoot. See my own attitude problems gonna get me in shit smh.

So yes this is why he wants to stop so I will stop smoking too. Today was another slip. Without going on to more blah blah blah, he was given stuff last night when looking for someone. Being a nice honest guy said it was on the desk (smh which right away triggered me to wanting a hoot and trying not to be mad at him for even telling me it was there lol see it's like, I'm like don't lie to me!!!!! Then right there in my head was like why you tell me that, shouldve lied and hid it!!!!!!!!) But no I glad he was honest..... just I was slightly disappointed cause I was excited and confident about us not smoking today bleh. It wasn't on my mind at all till I heard it was there.

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

neil with an abusive boyfriend

this has been in my drive drafts for years so i might as well just post this as a bullet point thingy cause its yet another thing I'll never write

tw include implied rape non con, domestic abuse, physical and sexual abuse, implied violence, but theres nothing graphic

okay okay so it all starts the night mary dies

neil walking for miles along the desert, in a daze bc his mother is dead and he buried her in the sand and he's kinda having a breakdown and he's just so unaware of himself

until a truck pulls over in front of him and he's so out of it he doesn't even care if it's his father's people

but it's just a guy who is talking to him worriedly and neil's still dazed and just stares at him right until the guy touches him and it all crashes back

and at once neil feels the pain and sorrow and grief and flinches away from him and hears the guy's panicked voice, "oh my god I'm sorry i didn't mean to- it's just fuck i need to take you to the hospital! you're bleeding and you're burnt and-"

"I'm fine" but even he doesn't believe himself especially when he looks down and realizes that yeah his hands and arms are covered in burns and he's just now feeling it and how long has he even been walking for with these burns exposed?

and like the guy's a nurse who wants to take him to the hospital but neil refuses so at the end he says he could take him to his place and get some stuff from the hospital to treat the burns

and really neil knows he shouldn't trust him basically a stranger but he knows he can't treat wounds this bad by himself and what other choice does he have? so he gives in but also "i can't stay for long" "why" "he'll find me" and "i promise he'll never hurt you again"

so neil, in the fragile mindset of mary's death goes with this complete stranger whose name is like jason or something and he takes care of his burns for weeks and lets him stay with him for very little in return

and for a moment neil believes that maybe his mom was wrong, and people aren't bad, he can trust others and he can trust others to help him without going to the police or without being caught by the butcher and neil does trust this man with a small part of his story, just enough

except when neil's better and says he shouldn't stay anymore bc it's not safe for the guy, he gets mad "don't you trust me? don't you think i can keep you safe? all this time you were just with me until you healed?" and just gaslighting neil until neil agrees for them to move together and the guy ends up kissing him and neil is not sure he feels that way for him and when he hesitates when the guy pushes him into the bed he just goes, "hush baby it's alright, I'm gonna take great care of you, i can keep you safe always safe" and yeah they have sex, well it's rape really

but they end up moving to millport by themselves and it goes the same except neil wears long sleeves all the time bc of the burn scars and bc there are now bruises lining his arms and body bc the guy gets a little physical sometimes but it's okay for neil he understands that's how love is, and he still signs up for school and he still signs up for exy

so wymack still finds him even if the situation is different bc neil is not squatting in the locker room but instead he shows up with bruises constantly and sometimes he's really tired bc he hasn't been allowed to sleep much and sometimes his voice is hoarse and the list goes on

and hernandez thinks it's his family, bc how could it be the guy who shows up to support him every game? the guy who holds him sweetly and kisses him just the same

so wymack arrives and for a moment the guy intervenes and wants him to say no bc they're fine in millport but neil asks for a moment with him and the guy tries to convince him not to take it and neil just stands firm for the first time and the guy holds on to his arm so hard he knows it'll bruise and in the end he says some shit like "you owe me, and there's no way I'm letting you go alone, I'll come with you" and when wymack asks if he can talk with neil alone he asks "is he a problem?" and neil defends him "he's just very protective, he- he helps"

bc this is an abusive relationship and neil has had nothing but abusive relationships with everyone he's known so really he doesn't know any better and the rest of the conversation goes pretty much the same except wymack doesn't trust the guy and still asks him to come in may so that they could start his conditioning earlier but really it's just so that he can keep an eye on him

so he does go to palmetto :) with the abusive bitch with him and they get an apartment and during the may training neil still stays with him to wymack's horror

and really the other foxes can notice it too, especially since the guy is an overbearing bitch and even andrew teases neil about his relationship but it's aaron who makes himself be close with neil

by the time neil is allowed into the tower, the guy doesn't want to let him go but it's in his contract so he has no choice and that's the first time in palmetto that he punches him in the face, and then he throws neil out and takes away his key

so when neil shows up at the physical he doesn't want to talk about it despite abby's protests and when he's asked to take off his shirt he tells her he won't talk about any of it, except aside from the scars there are bruises below his shirt, handprints and fingerprints in his waist and abby nearly cries but neil refuses to talk but "you don't understand" "i do, neil, more than you would imagine" so neil leaves that room a shaky mess

when matt arrives to pick him up he just jokes about how he forgot to bring his stuff and he must have forgot his keys at home and of course matt notices the bruise and says he'll come with neil and he does and the guy pretends to be a saint like he hadn't hit neil earlier and gave him his bag and he makes neil ask nicely for forgiveness so he can get his keys and neil just starts "asking" when matt intervenes and says they really need to get to the tower in time so they can leave

the car ride is awkward but neil dodges every single one of matts questions

id like to think aaron has a soft spot for neil in this universe, like he knows what its like to love someone that hurts you, and to defend their actions to those that question them, and unlike canon, this time the abuse stares him right in the face instead of hidden like canon neil is (so aaron likes neil before he has a reason to hate him lol)

also in the columbia thing neil drinks bc he knows that when he drinks it hurts less and when andrew tries to question him, he's cagey both about his relationship as to how he's here and he drunkenly admit his father is a dangerous man "but really (my bf) promised to protect me from him, i don't- that's why it's fine" "what's fine" "that he hits me sometimes" "what" "yeah he promised to protect me from my dad, and he asked for nothing in return, so it's only fair he gets his way with me however he likes"

and of course andrew flinches at that and has to leave for a second and neil just gets passed around dance floor until aaron arrives to get him out of there when he notices andrew left him

and idk what else honestly

like the foxes become very protective of him immediately, but it takes lots of time for neil to understand that love doesn't work that way

once school starts aaron spends a lot of time with neil, even if their majors have nothing in common, bc its an excuse not to send neil home to his abuser

the upperclassmen and nicky also spend as much time with neil as they can

andrew avoids him at first but he still tries to keep an eye on him, and he still allows kevin to train him at nights, except mister douchebag boyfriend doesn't allow night practices so neil doesn't join them as early as he does in canon

as much as the foxes try to accompany him and make sure he knows he doesn't have to put up with his boyfriend, neil cant bring himself to break up with him bc hes more afraid of nathan than he is of douchebag, even if he sees how relationships are meant to be in dan and matt, and even in seth and allison sometimes, so he stays with him, he faces that abuse every single day bc hes not ready to be alone against nathan yet

but he still gets some strenght out of the foxes, he manages to fight for participating in night practices, he fights for being in kathys show bc he doesn't want to quit night practices, and he starts to get a bit of fire back

ngl i have no fucking idea of what else lmao im just gonna drop this as it is

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxvi.b: Son of Salem, She sits beside me on her couch, and cradles her arm around my neck. “I don't know … but I'm sure the answer is out there somewhere, you'll find it, it'll all make sense, I know it!” Y-yeah … “Now … to Vigor then. Where even is he? Do you know?” I don't, but have a decent idea, there's this spot in The City, kind of rundown district that never finished construction … filled with half-built mega buildings, empty streets, and nothing but realistically, one giant physical playground, where you could run, lift and pretty much go crazy. Think I'll look there first, and just hope he didn't get into the pits and the underground crime network instead … last thing I need to deal with is some Shard-Turned-Meriden thug causing me issues with reconnecting. [Meriden is a group of individuals and shards that are … less desirable, and more destructive, they are mad lunatics that run havoc across The City, guns a blazing, all chromed the fuck up, decked in the most hyper illegal and pre-alpha bio-ware you've ever seen fuckin seen. With the goal of, do whatever the fuck they want.] “Ok, so … is it safe? Are you gonna be ok to do this? Especially after realistically not taking any time to recover outside of your short little camping trip, and staying over here yesterday. I think you should wait … just stay with me for the time being and, you know … recover.” It sounds nice, really. But I can't do that, gotta get moving again, I have no idea what those deformity fucks are doing or where the Cazbium even is right now. I have to keep my lead … if I still even have one, can't let them catch up. “Mmm … well … ” I stand up and lean down towards her. It'll be fine! Come on … I got this, and if something does happen … I'll call yah! “yeah … I just think it's better if you recover more … but … you are you after all.” I give her a hug. It'll be fine. I sit back down and slide my feet into my boots … tie them nice and tight … stand up and say, So … you staying here and watching Ein then? “Yep! Don't worry, he'll be fine here with me, I'll do some more research on him … see what raccoons like in terms of toys, see if they require a lot of attention, figure out some dietary plans etc.” Ok … sounds like we got a plan then, I'll come back as soon as I'm done, promise. A big smile stretched across her face. I lean down, pet Ein on his head with my finger, and say. See yah buddy, be back soon … be good Ein. *Squeak* I stand … open the front door, wave goodbye and … I'm out. I walk down the street and think … If I were Vigor … would I join me? Especially against Wrath and the two assholes, maybe not, on the other hand … he always loved a challenge. I take a detour a bit, to a bar/diner themed in all things aviation, especially the world wars, a spot me and The Knight would frequent often after work, I go up to the bar and sit down … order a Pepper Jack Cocktail with steak fries and bacon with melted cheese. I sit and null over the chances more on Vigor … If he were to join, that’d boost me further towards being able to deal with Body, more so the ability to withstand the turmoil that would be in becoming him. On the other hand, I’m not sure if he’d even be willing to join my side, especially after so many years of neglect or dogging … shit … might just kick my ass to get in a workout and then tell me to fuck off. On the other hand, he is as of now, a necessity … because first came Vigor then came Valor. Minds equivalent to Vigor in a way … but there is not acquiring the second without the first. I thought about maybe getting some help, seeing if I could find The Knight again … partially was hoping to see him at this bar when I walked in, just by chance. He would be able to support me in the fight more than anyone, considering he was one of the main reasons Vigor even was birthed into this shit-eating world. But alas … he walks these streets as I do … [To Be Continued]

[wonderwomanfantasy]

MHA boys with a Nonbinary S/O

Kirishima

-Kirishima has he/him in his bio

-always asks for his bro's pronouns, and if they are chill with being referred to as bros.

-Kirishima said trans rights, I heard him say it.

-a lot of people end up coming out to him because he's just a safe person.

-he's probably the first person you tell not only because he's your boyfriend but because you know he'll be there to support you as well

-Kirishima gives you a big ol kiss and tells you he's thankful you trust him enough to come out to him and he's proud of you for being so brave.

-he's willing to keep things lowkey before you come out to everyone he's 100% in your corner all the time.

-he politely corrects people when they use your wrong pronouns or misgender you, so you don't have to deal with it.

-and if someone purposefully misgenders you he will politely punch their teeth out

Kaminari

-we forget he's an English nerd but he is, and it's important to me that we talk about it

-he gets so fucking mad when he sees TikTok being like "I don't have pronouns, I'm normal :/"

-posts screenshots of conservatives saying "trans women will never be men"

-he's surprisingly chill when you come out to him?

-he's like "oh cool... do you want to come over and watch pokemon???"

-people ask him if it makes him gay to date a nonbinary person and he's like "god I sure hope it does,"

- Kami hates that so many people care about how your gender makes him feel, babe his opinion doesn't matter

- loves coming up with gender-neutral terms of endearment that just get insane.

- "my sexy little corn dog" "Kaminari baby please shut up"

Todoroki

-gender abolitionist <3

-this gender shit is bs baby get rid of it!!!

-Todoroki is very sure that he is a boy, but if he enjoys wearing skirts and dresses that's what he's going to do

-very nonchalant when you come out "I love you just the way you are darling, no matter how you Identify I'll stand by you,"

-if anyone starts grilling you about your gender he'll snap and tell them to just fucking google it you shouldn't have to explain yourself

- he doesn't supper use social media and his bios are always blank but he will put his pronouns on there if it makes you feel more comfortable.

- lmao blow endeavors money on new gender-affirming clothes and whatnot

-He thinks it is very funny to cause someone or something of being transphobic if it minorly inconvenienced you

- "they're out of your favorite tea? I can't believe the rampant transphobia in this store..."

[sylverstorms]

Mother Miranda x Lawyer!Oc ----Tilted Scales

Hello guys :) This is another commission I wrote for the amazing, wonderful @saltwatereulogies

Your support has been insane, I can't thank you enough. Hope you enjoy the story ❣

Three days.

That is how long you've been in the village, after years of studying abroad, before everything turns to shit.

As you slowly blink focus back into your eyes, you try to clear the haze from your mind. It feels as though you've collided with a truck. Your body hurts, your wrists protest in their iron cuffs, stuck to the wall as they are, having supported your weight while you were unconscious.

Desperately, you try to recollect the events that led you here...

A grey sky. A bleak day. One moment you were making coffee for your mother, excited to be able to sit down with her in the mornings again... and the next you heard the echo of screams.

Overcome by adrenaline, you bolted out of your house, only to witness a scene straight from a nightmare; humanoid monsters ripping villagers apart, cries and blood and animalistic growls all blending together into one mad mix.

And before you could even warn your mother...

Damn it all, what the fuck happened!

You suddenly struggle against your bonds, hard enough to rattle your whole frame. Your wrists burn from the grind against metal, but you don't care–

“Stop that. It is pointless and you will only injure yourself.” A cold voice, strangely familiar, says from far to your right.

You peer deep into the shadows, searching for the only other person in the empty room... until you see her. A mask advances on you, gold and shaped like a crow's visage, then wings folded into a cloak come into view.

You would be a fool to not recognize her. The local saint. The village's prophet. The very 'saint' your mother prayed to, for your safe return, all these years. Mother Miranda.

The sound of her heels bounces off the walls until she comes to stand directly in front of you. Looking past the openings of her mask now, you realize....

This isn't possible.

She hasn't aged a day. Not a single day, since you left the village. The years should show around her deadly blue eyes, somewhere, and yet they don't.

“I see you remember me...” she says, while you're still trying to find your voice. “Miss Warren.”

“What is going on? Mother Miranda, what happened to the village?!” you demand.

Her expression shows nothing. “The village is in need of... renovation.” she speaks, even, regal. “Repopulation, even.”

You stare at her with wide eyes.

“Now, don't give me that look. You would not be here if you weren't of the ones I chose to keep.” she continues. “You see, from now on, every single person in my domain will make themselves useful in some way, or they will be replaced. And you... you have been abroad studying law for a while now, yes?”

“I... yes.” you reply, still not fully having wrapped your mind around your situation.

“Excellent. What I need from you is simple. You will make the village independent from the state’s taxes as a religious organization... and you will keep foreign investors out from that point onward.”

What... what part of that is simple?!

“Do that for me and in return I guarantee your mother and you will go back to your house safe and sound. You will have no shortage of Lei for as long as you live, Miss Warren.” Miranda promises.

But it is not the sweet part of the deal your mind stays glued to. “And if...” you gulp. “If I can't work around the law to do that...?”

Miranda blinks slowly at you, like you shouldn't even ask such a basic question. Like the answer is obvious.

“Well. Then I have no further use for either of you.”

It is in this moment that it dawns on you.

This woman is no angel and no saint.

She is a devil.

-

-

You spend countless sleepless nights pouring over every single paragraph, every little opening or ambiguity in the law you can use to free the village of taxes.

To keep your mother in the dark about this, you work in the office Mother Miranda has provided for you, in her very stronghold.

Although technically it's her home, you don't see her nearly as much as you initially thought. She is gone throughout the day and returns late at night, not even sparing you a glance before heading for her chambers, at the upper sections of the building.

The days she does come into your office to inquire on your progress are few and far-between, your conversations always short and cold.

This evening is different.

“How is your work coming along, Miss Warren?” the prophetess asks with her aggravatingly nice accent, seating herself like a queen on the chair in front of your desk.

Your eyes are tired, but you force them on hers, through the mask obscuring her face. “I think I've got it. I'll be sending the necessary papers tomorrow and the answer shouldn't take longer than a month.”

“Very good.” she nods, a miniscule curve to her lips.

Icy eyes then drop to the wine in the whiskey glass at the corner of the desk. You think she will make a comment about drinking at work, but instead she says;

“Pour me a glass, will you?”

You will your hands steady as you comply, then carefully slide her drink over.

Miranda takes her mask with claw-shrouded fingers... and soundnessly sets it on the wooden surface. Then she pushes the veil at her hair back, shaking long, platinum locks free.

You do a double take you hope she doesn't notice. Because what the actual fuck.

You didn't think her hair was that long, or that straight, or that it would fall over her shoulders like she's staring in a shampoo ad. You didn't think her lips were shaped like a cupid's bow or that her skin was this flawless and radiant.

The helplessly lesbian part of you could begrudgingly admit she was beautiful before... but now you arrive to the painful realization she's drop-dead gorgeous.

“So. I've heard you won cases others would describe as impossible.” she begins.

“Nothing's impossible. You just need to know where to look.” you reply. Law is your comfort zone and she is not that far above you here. “But how do you know that?”

“I have my sources.”

"Nobody truly leaves this village, huh.”

“Not without my consent, no. But I knew you'd come back.” At your slight frown, she elaborates, “You would never leave your mother behind.”

She's right. There was a whole world of opportunities waiting for you out there and yet... here you are.

“Good work, so far. You can take the next two days off. Your eyes could use the rest, Miss Warren.” Miranda speaks, finishing her wine.

“Sarah.” you say. 'Miss Warren' is for clients and she is your boss.

Miranda's lips give a slight quirk that may or may not be a trick of the light.

“I know.” she replies and exits the room, long hair billowing behind her back.

-

-

The taxes were only the first challenge. Now that the village is free of them, investors are flying in circles around it like vultures over meat.

In the meantime, Miranda comes to talk to you more frequently.

Lately, it seems she has more free time. You wish that was a good thing, but...

“So... are you like... going to stay here?” You ask after reading the same sentence five times to make sense of it, because her gaze on you is distracting as fuck.

“I'm not getting in the way of your work.” she says. You want to argue she is, but can't quite do that in a way that won't get you killed.

“I'm simply not used to working with company. Isn't this boring for you?”

“No, actually. I find it interesting, even though science is my field of expertise.” she answers. “And the way you take notes is… amusing.”

You try not to blush as you look down at your notebook, filled with different colored markers and post-it squares with tiny stick figures pointing to the more important paragraphs. You have been doing this for so long to sort out information you didn't even realize you were keeping it up in her presence.

“What is this supposed to be?” she asks with a small smile, the first of its kind you've seen.

To your horror, her clawed pointer aims at a particularly silly doodle, barely the size of a pencil's eraser.

“A... bird.” you grimace like you've been stabbed.

“Ah, of course.” Miranda holds back a chuckle but you can tell she's dying to make a comment.

Studying becomes hell for the rest of the time she's there with you, those sharp eyes picking apart every little move you make. At the same time, though, the hours you spend with her make you realize...

She's not a saint, though she may look like one. She's not completely a devil, either, even if she may act as one, at times.

She's human.

-

-

Miranda shares nothing about herself when you chat, but she seems to like it when you speak about your time abroad and all the things that left an impression on you there.

Your conversation over wine is cut short, however, when you receive a call from a number you learned means nothing but trouble, lately.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” you tell her.

The one calling you is none other than this month's rival lawyer, trying to dispute your claim over the land for his own boss. He's lost to you before, so it's also personal, but you are confident you have cornered them good with the latest papers you sent them...

And you are proven correct, when, a few seconds later, he is all faux polite on the other line, resorting to offering you money for you to withdraw your arguments.

Miranda comes to stand next to you, listening in to what he's saying.

The problem with that is, the second her arm brushes yours and you catch a whiff of her perfume –which always lingers in your office long after she's left— youare the one who stops listening to him.

Your attention flies to other things, like the inches she has on you, the exact color of her pale blonde hair, the little glint of victory in her stunning eyes.

Oh, no. God, no...

You know what this is, the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Alarm bells go off in the back of your head, as though your own mind is telling your body how foolish it's being.

There isn't a worse thing you can do to yourself than be attracted to Miranda.

-

-

Over time, familiarity with the prophetess brings higher levels of difficulty into your 'try to ignore your crush on her' game.

Miranda joins your side and leans over your shoulder, sometimes, to peer down at what you're doing. You don't move and don't breathe until she's within a safe distance again.

Then there are the wayward 'reward' touches, when you turn another investor away from the village. She may pat your back or leave her hand on your shoulder, or even scratch your nape with her claws as a job well done.

You hope your poker face hides the fact you feel her touch on you for far longer than you should, after she's gone.

Tonight, the situation is the toughest it's ever been for you.

There is a rainstorm going on outside; the waterdrops are tapping against the windows of your office as though they're trying to break it. Miranda has pulled her chair next to you so you can talk easier, without having to shout over the cacophony.

“And basically the judge's decision was that—”

You are interrupted by a blinding flash of lighting, during which your mind lets you know the stronghold is easily the tallest structure in it's vicinity—

When thunder cracks down the sky and strikes the building, you nearly scream. Your body tenses and you jump; but Miranda's hands come to your biceps and hold you steady, against herself and your desk.

Another flash comes before you really have time to think about your proximity. She covers your ears with her palms before the thunderclap can send you into overdrive again.

“You are with me and you're scared of a little thunder?” she teases when things quiet down and your heartbeat eases.

It's true; Miranda is the more terrifying force of nature. At the same time, however...

You feel oddly safe to be this close to her.

“Well... I'm not scared right now...” you quietly admit.

Her pointer comes underneath your chin and lifts it so you are looking straight into her hypnotic blue eyes. How is this color even real...

“And why is that?” Miranda asks, her wings coming around you both. They're curtains of black, cutting out some of the storm's sounds.

You want nothing more in this moment than to run your fingers through each individual feather.

You lick your lips. That's...not a question you can answer if you want the balance in your arrangement with her to remain.

Perhaps, though, the scales have tilted for you long ago. You just haven't been brave enough to admit it.

You have the courage to face it now when she leans down and covers your lips with hers, warm in a manner you never imagined she could be.

Her wings pull tighter around you and your mouths slide more firmly together. Lipbalm and creamy lipstick mix, tongues brush, tasting of wine. You are shaking so bad on the inside from how much you want this, more of this, the rumbling of the thunder be damned.

Miranda's palm cups your flaming cheek when she pulls back, perfectly composed and staring at you with a little smirk in place.

You dare to turn a little, lay a tiny kiss on the inside of her wrist, beyond her rings and accessories.

You aren't very fond of storms, but...

You willingly walk right into the eye of this one.

[hoodieofholland]

Handsome Man // Professor!Tom

Summary: you think your professor is a really good-looking man and let it slip out of your mouth.

Word count: ~2.9k

Warnings: none, except for some swearing.

A/n: I really liked writing the prof!tom universe and made it longer now (thanks anon that motivated me to write more about it). taking a moment to add that i always get this feeling that first encounter between reader and professor tom would be like fluffy as hell, he'd be so polite and that fucking accent of him ugghhh. Perfect. Anyways, enjoy!

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"Good morning, everyone!"

You raise your head abruptly, snapped out of your thoughts. Which, by the way, were all directed to the man who was walking down to his desk with a sweet yet confident smile on his face.

"You all are looking so excited with Monday" he says playfully and the class laughs. "Hope I'm worth your tired time here this morning".

You straighten your back, picking pen and book from your backpack as Professor Holland organizes his materials on the wood desk.

You weren't a square at classes or anything like that. But surely you were never late for English classes, neither badly dressed up. You always made sure to pick your best outfit, not leaving out the professional look, all to impress your favorite professor.

Not that you were silly enough to believe something would come out from that strictly professional relationship, but it was inevitable for you wanting to feel pretty around him, as your imagination flew wild whenever he stepped in the classroom.

Professor Holland was really something else. He wasn't only a handsome man, with a noticeable muscular body hidden behind the much formal clothes he wore. He wasn't only the youngest professor in that department. He was intelligent, had a good sense of humor and was incredibly polite.

You could tell by the way girls always seemed to be extra interested on this class that you weren't the only one in the room to feel attracted to your professor.

You always made sure to ne early so you could take a seat in the front row, not to claim for his attention, but to be able to pain attention to the lecture and also get the opportunity to have a good look at him once in a while, mostly when he was distracted, sitting at his desk and taking notes on the classes' essays.

By the end of the lesson, he dismissed the students and you started to pack your things, barely motivated to your next classes. Now that you wouldn't have your professor's look to distract you a bit, it really felt like fucking Monday.

There were only around four students left in the room, and you, who was caring your notebook and pencil on your hands, walking directly to Professor Holland's desk clarify his small notes he took on your essay from last week.

Three girls were standing around his desk, smiling widely as he explained something that were on the board.

"But, Professor Holland..." one of the girls asked the same stupid question again, letting his name roll along her tongue, as she was savoring it. You roll your eyes, flicking your feet as you waited impatiently for your chance to have a time with him.

Professor Holland sighed and gently tried to reassure the group of girls that they could have the assistant to solve their other questions, as he was running out of time and there was another person he had to assist.

Finally, the girls gave in and passed through you, taking the time to send you a look. You just shrugged it off and walked to the Professor's desk.

"Miss. Y/l/n" he greets your, a small smile forming of his lips. Your stomach felt like flipping inside of you and you tried to keep your composure as you reached his desk. "Any questions left?"

"Actually, Professor..." you handed him the paper, a bit ashamed of he remembering it was yours and connecting the words you wrote down with your face. It was so much easier when you didn't see your professor reading your text. "I marked some of the notes you wrote and didn't understand, if you could help me".

He looked over the text, a wrinkle of concentration between his brows, and just when he lifted his gaze back to you, you felt your heart fastening.

"Of course", he gives you a tightlipped smile, grabbing a pen to point some of the corrections to you. "See, there weren't any big mistake on this, you could say I'm just a perfectionist. Actually, this was one of the best essays from the class".

Your eyes light up immediately, feeling too enthusiastic for the compliment. "Thank you, Sir. It means a lot".

Professor Holland nodded once, averting his eyes from you for a moment, his face taking on a more stern look. Then he started to explain his notes and you felt more relaxed as you notice it wasn't really that big of mistakes. You listened with full attention and commented on what you felt like could improve on your writing.

"I feel like if you take your time to rewrite it and survey some of your constructions, this text will be more than excellent" he pointed, handing you the paper again, a proud smile on his lips. Then, he chuckled a bit, playfully, "Obviously, the first score is the one that will be considered for your grade, so it's up to you. But I think it'll be a great work".

You smile happily. "Sure, I'll do it", you take the paper back again and put it inside your folder. Looking at the wall clock, you just notice it's too long past the break between classes. "Shit, I didn't realize it was past your lessons' time already. I'm sorry, I should be going-"

"It's alright, Miss. Y/l/n". He sends you a reassurance smile, putting a hand over yours for a brief moment, but that didn't make it go under your notice. "I'm always satisfied to waste a little more time on my most dedicated students, and even more glad that your questions wasn't about lessons itself", he grimaces and you could tell what he was referring too. "Not in my best behavior saying it out loud, but I was starting to think I wasn't doing a great explanation".

You laugh a bit and shake your head. "Oh, you shouldn't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you're the best professor from this department. Plus, those girls weren't seriously having a problem with the subject" you roll your eyes softly, still smiling, but not quite realising what you had just said.

Professor Holland scowls, face confused as he catches your last sentence. "What do you mean?"

You froze, eyes widening as you gulp. "I-I mean- like, you were explaining it for the fourth time already... it wasn't possible that they didn't get it. I think they were more interested on... you know?".

He narrow his eyes, quirked his brow questioning, expecting you to explain yourself. A shiver pass through your body, embarrassment running right to your blushing cheeks as you struggle to find a proper answer.

"I mean, I think they were interested on... you". You almost cough, looking for somewhere else to stare in the room, avoiding your Professor's concentrated eyes. But as silent is completely made, you have to make sure he isn't mad at your stupid comment. Averting your eyes back at him, you are surprised to be met with his brown ones filled with what seemed amusement.

He was supporting his chin on his fist, a curious look covering his soft feature, hiding a smile behind the thumb pressed against his lips.

"Why would you think that?" He asked in the same amused tone and you never felt more stupid.

You wanted to slap your forehead and hide your entire self on the closest bathroom, but Professor Holland had those glistening brown soft eyes on you, nothing but a relaxed face put in your display, his sultry voice - which you were pretty sure wouldn't sound like this on purpose - incentivanting you to continue.

You cleared your throat and collected your devilish thoughts to think straight.

"I guess most of the girls here think you're, y'know, a handsome man" you shrugged, wanting so much sound casual, as that wasn't your personal opinion.

Mr. Holland raised his eyebrows, you couldn't tell if it was surprise for your answer or for your courage on saying that out loud. Maybe both.

"Did you hear that?", he questioned, tilting his head a little to the side. "From those girls?"

He got you. You knew that. He knew you were just making assumptions, which meant that could only be your own opinion expressed on the vision you had over other students.

"No", you answered under your breath, gulping. "It's just a guess".

Silent was made and you felt terrified. You truly started to think that Mr. Holland was planning the most tough comments on your behavior, that he would try to show you how unprofessional and not ethic at all was your opinion about him, that he was your professor and you were his student, nothing beyond that. But then he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair as his eyes concentrated on you.

He looked like someone who was pondering something, but your nervousness calmed down a little bit at the way he had his gaze over you. Though his eyes were dark, that couldn't be so bad, if he didn't have a mad expression on.

"Is it what you think?" He tried again, the corner of his mouth threatening to quirk. "Do you think I'm a handsome man?"

You close your eyes briefly, feeling past ashamed of it. "I'm sorry, it's pathetic, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, Miss. Y/l/n" he chuckles softly. "Don't make a big deal out of it. After all, I'm not much older than you, am I? Shouldn't be so wrong to have an opinion about my looking".

He was taking it so calmly that you couldn't believe. Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't a big deal. Or maybe he was so used to having girls head over heels for him that it didn't get on his nerves anymore.

You sigh and decide to agree better than discuss anything and make more shame on yourself. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know that-"

"Mr. Holland?"

A voice interrupt him, and you turn your head abruptly to see another professor standing in the door frame, a case on his hand, eyes going between both of you. "Sorry for interrupting, but I'm giving my next lesson here. Is it taking too long, or...?"

"Oh, no", Mr. Holland smiled fondly and stood up, gathering his things from the desk. "Pardon me, didn't realize it was so late. Miss y/l/n, do you have any more questions left?"

You narrow your eyes at him, a bit taken aback as you knew you weren't making any questions seconds prior. He was lying, lying about the reason why the two of you were stuck in his classroom for so long. So you just nodded back and corrected your face.

"No, I'm fine, Sir. Thanks for your time" you smiled a little before turning in your heels.

The other man entered the class and started to put his things above the table, with Mr. Holland beside him. You were about to step out of the room when you hear your professor talking to you.

"Oh, and Miss. Y/l/n?" You turned your head to look at him again. He smiled. "It'd be lovely if you rewrite that essay. You can pass by my office later to show me your corrections, if you want to".

You blink, too surprised to answer right away. With a pounding heart on your chest, you nod, wishing nothing but to work on that useless essay as soon as possible.

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The day passes quickly, your mind too occupied with your essay. Missing some of your later classes, you saved time to stay until 6pm in the library, trying to come out with the of your writing whilst correcting the mistakes Mr. Holland pointed for you.

Certainly, that was the most dedicated you've ever been for a work.

But you couldn't resist the anxiety running through your body as you thought about walking down that aisle in the Professor Holland's office direction.

Again, you weren't expecting anything beyond him reading your text again, but the thought of seeing him alone one time was exciting itself.

You finish your work and put the paper inside a case, gathering everything together and walking straight to the aisle of English department.

It was empty and quiet, not a sight of any students neither professors around, as it was past the last lectures for the day.

Taking a few good breathes, you smooth your hand down your skirt before knocking softly on Professor Holland office's door.

"Come in!"

You turn the handle and open the door, closing it behind you. Mr. Holland looked tired, eyes heavy under his glasses. He also seemed busy, reading a book and taking his notes.

"Oh, Miss Y/l/n", he smiles warmly when his eyes lift to your face, waving a hand for you to take a seat in front of his desk. "Glad to see you. I suppose you made the corrections on your essay?"

You smile and nod, sitting down before reaching your paper in your backpack. "I added some other points I thought about when reading again", you hand him your essay and he takes it, fingers touching yours briefly, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Great" he looked over the paper, reading more cautiously at some point in the middle, where the biggest changes were made. He seemed impressed with your work and you couldn't help but feel the euphoria by each time the curve of his lips seemed to form a smile.

You looked over his office. It was small, but enough for one person only. There was a shelf full of books and a pretty tiny table across the room, cups, water and what you assumed to be tea inside a bottle on top of that.

"It's really cozy here" you speak out loud, more to yourself, wandering and picturing Mr. Holland sitting beside his little table and taking his tea while reading one of the shelf's book.

He smiles, lifting his glance from the paper to your face, which was still looking around. "You like it?"

You blink a few times before answering, a bit embarrassed that he caught your vague comment. "Yeah". His face held nothing but a contemplating look. "It must feel really good to have an office all to yourself".

Mr. Holland laughs quietly. "I don't spend too much time here to appreciate that much, actually", he admits. "Most of my time in the building is spent in classrooms and I pretty much like taking my work home, so... But, yes, it's good".

"I'd like it. Y'know, having somewhere you can take a time off and even have lunch when everywhere else is so full of people". You make your point, shrugging.

Something crosses Mr. Holland's face, but he quickly make it disappear.

"Well", he says, looking at your essay again after clearing his throat. "I like it very much. Not a single mistake this time. I can say properly now that this is the best essay I received for last week's work".

You smile widely. "Thank you, Mr. Holland".

He look up at your again, a small and hesitating smile on his lips. "You can call me Tom", when you open your mouth and say anything, he continues, "If you want. Mr. Holland just makes me feel so old".

You laugh at his grimace. "Oh, you're nothing near old, no worry on that".

Tom smiles more freely, if not smugly, and you feel your cheeks darkening in pink.

"Yeah, you think I'm... a handsome man, right?" He teases you and for a moment, it's not like your formal and professional professor is the one in the room anymore. You smiles sheepishly, bitting your lips to try to contain it.

"I'm sorry for that again", you shake your head, but Tom whines.

"If you don't stop with your apologies, I'm going to give you another essay to write". He says playfully. "I'm just joking, y/n".

Hearing your first name coming out of his mouth warms your heart and you feel like exploding in excitement.

"Wouldn't be such a punishment, I think" you admit, looking to your hands.

Tom narrows his eyes, corner of his mouth raising in a smile again. "And why is that?"

You bite your lower lips, pressing your fingers in the palm of your hand nervously as you think about what you're saying next, "Well, if it meant I'd have to come here to show you, I'd gladly write one".

Tom takes your answer slowly, smile growing on his face and he chuckles softly. "Really?"

"Yeah", you nod.

Tom stares at you for the following seconds and it's just as when you glance at the clock in his desk that yiu realize you've spent too much time inside his office.

"I think I gotta go now", you say, standing up and picking your backpack and essay. It wouldn't look good a student getting out of a professor's office so late in the night.

Tom smiled sadly and got up too, watching as you made your way to the door. But before you could open it, you remembered you last talk in the classroom.

"Tom?" You tested the name on your lips, savoring the liberty he had just given to you. He looked at you, waiting. "What was it you were going to say before that professor entered the classroom?"

He took a few seconds thinking and then a trace of a small smile came to his features.

"I was just going to say that I appreciate your compliment" he licks his lips and you smile. "Also, that you should know I think you're pretty gorgeous too".

[katsukikitten]

Part 5

For once in your life, your eyes slowly open, only having been disturbed by warm morning sunlight. The soft comforter trapping your body heat and essentially you, as it pinned you to the soft mattress. You snuggle deeper into the sheets, breathing in the smell of clean linen and caramel.

Wait. Caramel?

With a jolt you jump from the bed, eyes wide as you look for the source of the scent. Patting down your jeans and shirt for at least one knife. You hardly remember what happened after dinner with his family. You remember booze, light conversation while feeling warm and floaty. Oh shit what was that passive that activated again? Rest assured?

"Info on rest assured." You grumble, voice soft from disuse. Your quirk happily pulls up a little informational box that you can see. Too sleepy to make the box private as it reads aloud to you.

"PASSIVE BUFF REST ASSURED. A newly unlocked buff that increases sleep quality and can only be activated around trusted individuals and safe places. Would you like a list?"

You stare at the question box with a flashing yes or no before you point with the tip of your knife to yes.

"Currently there is only one thing listed. Type : Individual Name: Bakugou Ka…."

"Oi." Someone calls from the front door of the apartment as you dismiss the information with a wave of your hand. He discards his boots at the door before making his way to his bedroom.

"You talking to yourself dumbass?" He says, blocking your only exit by leaning on the door jamb. He holds an iced coffee towards you, his eyes sharp as he adds.

"We need to talk about your file."

Crossing his arms you ignore his offer of iced appeasement, he sets it on the low dresser as you speak.

"It's not up for discussion."

"I'm your boss, I deserve to know."

"What you deserve to know is what's in that file. My whole life doesn't fit into a manila fucking folder. Quit asking questions."

"I'll ask what I want." He growls, "Because it's suspicious that you have this unbelievably complex quirk and yet I'm sure your top skills have nothing to do with stealing."

"If you're that concerned then ask the director of the program. I'm not the only secret 'reform'." You throw your hands into the air is exasperation

"He showed up dead shortly after you were inducted. Plus no one has any real record of what you've done. Not a single thing listed on what you've stolen."

"Talk to Deku then, he's next in line for that program, he ain't dead."

"He said he doesn't remember approving your file." He bites back and before you can retort strong fingers wrap around your wrist. His calloused pads brush over the cool metal of your bracelet.

"RECOGNIZED, BAKUGOU KATSUKI : NEW LIMITED ACCESS GRANTED. 1. Health and Condition status, upon request 2. Top five skills 3. Buffs that would benefit Bakugou Katuski. 4. Pending buffs to be activated by host. Please state a number."

"Two." "Cancel!" You try to shout over him but he beats you to it. The bracelet opens up a little box displaying your top five skills as of late.

"Stab resistance, poison resistance, what would a thief need those for? Stealth is number three and slight of hand is number five. Shit don't add up Princess." He glares while your nostrils flare, ripping your wrist away from his grip.

"You're really fucking pushing it…" He takes a step towards you while you step back as if it were part of a dance as you try so hard to keep your wrath in check.

"Am I? Like I said, shit ain't adding up. You have this bracelet that still has limited information to your quirk, support knows nothing of the recordings or god damn blocks you've placed on it and lastly…" Your knees hit the back of the back of the bed causing you to sit on the mattress. His rough palms come to lie flat against the fabric next to your thighs as he leans in. You fight to shrink back.

"Lastly, I deserve to know how an unnamed woman, who obviously knew you, turns up dead moments after I arrive on scene and then her body is gone in a matter of minutes. She poisoned you with a complex concoction that the lab in the agency has yet to figure out the formula to it and yet you knew the fucking antidote? What did you really do?"

Rage boils in your blood as you stare into his vermilion eyes. Like flipping a switch you turn ice cold, your breath mingles with his.

PASSIVE BUFF SHARP TONGUE ACTIVATED INSULTS DEALT WILL HAVE 39% MORE STING.

"You know what's funny? You don't see me asking how you became a manager with your shitty attitude. Nor do you see me asking how you manipulated and gaslit your way to the number one spot." You press your cheek against his as your lips graze his ear, "And you sure as hell don't see me asking how you're considered a hero at all after you told Izuku to kill himself in middle school."

The scars in his chest and stomach roar to life, demanding attention as his shirt scrapes against the sensitive skin. He takes a step back as if struck while the room begins to smell of smokey spiced caramel. His bones groan as his knuckles bloom white.

You smile as you stand, collecting your bag and the jacket he lent. Even grabbing the iced coffee he got you. Because why let it go to waste?

Cruelty slips onto your shoulders as nicely as his borrowed jacket while you pause at his bedroom door wanting nothing more than to leave him with terrible thoughts.

"Did you ever even apologize for that?"

Silence is your answer as you chuckle to yourself.

"Didn't think so."

You leave him with those nasty thoughts. Long gone as he still pants, pain shooting through his gut and lungs as it did all those fucking years ago.

As he moved without a second thought and placed himself in front of a stupid, dopey mop top boy who tried to hold up the weight of the world by himself.

With a guttural growl he looks over his destroyed room, as if a bomb went off.

He reaches for his phone dialing the number he never bothered to save.

"Meet me at our usual when you get off your stupid fucking shift. I know you've forgotten to eat you useless hero." The other line chimes in with a deep laugh as he adds.

"Okay Kaachan. I'll be there."

Izuku doesn't get invited out often and especially not by Bakugou. So the emerald haired boy decides to keep an eye on his oldest friend. Silently watching and not glancing too long as hot head huffs and puffs, taking another shot. The ash blonde's favorite spicy ramen goes untouched as the large man across from him slurps up his fourth bowl, covered in sweat and dirt from the day's work.

"You better get my fucking money's worth of this endless ramen bowl shit." He bites, slamming down another shot, fingers subconsciously finding the old scar on his chest. The action does not go unnoticed by his more docile friend. Izuku thanks the waiter as he starts on his fifth bowl.

"I'm starting to think you're mad about more than the endless ramen you ordered me." Bright emerald meet dark garnet eyes that glare, Bakugou's cheeks burn in his buzz.

"Fuck you. Nothin's wrong." Another deadly shot.

"That's your seventh. Kaachan you can't fool me. Your body language gives it away." Bakugou follows Izuku's eyes to his fingers. Quickly he removes his calloused pads from the divot. Angrily staring at the wall like a child who's been caught.

"Fuck you." He murmurs, silence settles over the pair in the far back corner of the restaurant. Bakugou's eyes glance over to Izuku who continues to eat, crimson bore into the scars on his arms from where the dumbass had broken them time and time again. His scars burn with your words, with the memory of what he's said in the past.

Too cruel and for what?

"You know I'm-" Bakugou starts but Izuku holds up a hand, wanting to spare his friend.

"I know, you've shown me everyday, even before you jumped in front of me, Kaachan. I've always known." He leaves it at that, in his heart he knows that Bakugou is sorry. He's seen it in every action since their first year at UA, he doesn't need to hear him say it.

What good are words when actions spoke louder?

"So what's bothering you? Worried over someone? You're dating Rogue now right?" Izuku asks, holding his chopsticks at a point while Bakugou takes another shot.

"Her file is what's bothering me. Deku, she doesn't have a fucking thing of her past. Not to mention you don't even remember signing off on her. Real responsible." Bakugou watches with a dull snarl as Izuku goes back to slurping his noodles.

"Ka...Kaachan." Izuku chokes, "Not fair. They put a lot of your desk too and I bet you don't remember half of it."

"I'd remember something like that. Just makes it that much more suspicious. Probably foraged by someone but the question is who…." Katsuki sets his head in his hand, staring at his orange broth.

"Well, did you ask her yourself?" Bakugou scoffs in response.

"Yea, and it didn't fucking turn out well." His finger finds his stomach this time, the ghastly white crater suddenly irritated by the fabric of his shirt. Izuku stops eating, he isn't stupid and easily connects the dots. The soft man thinks back a decade of his friend is the worst condition but more worried about him.

"Kaachan…" Deep jade eyes water a bit but Bakugou puts up a hand

"Don't." He barks, sighing.

"So you must really care about her if whatever she said affected you that much. You weren't even bothered when they were trying to 'cancel' you." Izuku taps Bakugou's bowl with his chopsticks, silently begging the blonde to eat. Hopping he'll take at least a bite to soak up some of that alcohol. Reluctantly deadly fingers pick up the sticks, gathering ramen between them but still undecided if he should eat.

His silence is answer enough for Izuku.

"I know my agency started the program. I'll look into it some more tomorrow. I'll be mostly office duty since I have so much paperwork anyway. But even if her past is dark Katsuki, what are you going to do? She may not have had any say in the matter, she doesn't give me that evil vibe."

Bakugou thinks back to you. How you fight, how you hold yourself.

How cute you were sleeping on his shoulder before he eased you onto his lap. How softly you snored in his bed. His stomach twists, Izuku's words and yours floating around his head.

"I guess I'll decide once I have more answers." With that the blonde decides to bring the spicy noodles to his lips.

[kindnessisweakness2]

{DELUSIONAL- PART 4}

*Not my GIF, can we all just take a second to appreciate those hands tho?😍*

Sitting up at the sound of her alarm, Delaney groaned. Grabbing her denim shorts she wore last night from the floor she pulled them on and made her way to Jax's room. Knocking on the door, she opened it just in time to see him exit the bathroom in only jeans and still wet from the shower. "Hey D, you sleep here?" Nodding her head she tried her best to keep her eyes from wandering to his chest. "Yeah I was too tired to drive home. Can I use your shower and borrow a hoodie? The one in the spare dorm still isn't working". Jax smiled at her. "You know you don't have to ask. Take what you want, I've got church." Delaney's heart skipped as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. As she watched him pull his shirt on over his head and make his way down the hall Delaney couldn't help but think that he was going to be the death of her.

An hour later Delaney was freshly showered and dressed in a pair of Jax's grey sweatpants and white samcro t-shirt. She was most of the way done with cleaning the bar when Gemma made her way in holding a package. "Here sweetie. This came for you" handing the box to a confused Delaney Gemma leaned against the bar waiting for her to open it. Reluctantly Delaney removed the cherry red bow and lifted the lid to reveal the expensive chocolates on the inside. There was a white envelope with her name typed on the front. The same as all the other ones her 'Secret admirer' had left her. Her stomach twisted up into Knots as she opened the letter.

"To the love of my life. Why must you do this to me? You flaunt your love for him in my face. All I do is try to make you happy. I treat you so much better than he EVER Would. I send you flowers, chocolates and shower you with compliments and you don't even notice me. You pretend I'm not there. He will never love you like I could. He doesn't even know you love him. He doesn't WANT you. Not like I do. If he wasnt around, you'd be with me. You need to take this as a warning my sweet girl. Stay away from the little 'Prince' Or I'll have no choice but to hurt him."

Underneath the letter was a photo taken at last night's party of them embracing outside by the picnic tables. Delaney had told Jax how happy she was to have him home. It had been horrible not having him around. She missed him terribly. It would've been a nice photo if taken in different circumstances. Delaney covered her face at the realisation she'd put Jax in danger. Tears welled in her eyes as she knew she had no choice but to tell the club now. She didn't care about her life but Jax's was different. Jax was important to her. Hell he was important to everyone. He'd never hurt her and was always there for her without question and what did she do in return? Put him on a mad man's target list!!

Looking to a confused Gemma in panic Delaney's tears spilled over. "I'm so sorry Gemma. We need to speak to the club. I-ill explain everything. I promise" Delaney sobbed as Gemma pulled her into a tight hug. After a few minutes Delaney wiped her eyes and made her way towards the large wooden doors that lead to the club's meeting room. Banging on the door she waited for the sound of clays voice shouting "come in" before she and Gemma entered. Everyone's faces turned to worry as they looked at Delaney. Her face was flushed, her eyes were red and still full of tears and she was clearly distressed. "Can I have a minute with you guys? I'm really sorry to interrupt." Nodding his head Clay moved his chair to the side allowing Delaney to address the club from the head of the table. Gemma moved to stand being Clay and waited for Delaney to start explaining. Stood inbetween clay and jax she looked so small and fragile, especially in Jax's oversized clothes, and that's exactly how she felt in that moment. "Erm I'm not sure how to start this but for the last few weeks I've been having weird things happen. I've been getting flower deliveries and chocolates and notes left for me. Both here and at home. I'm not sure who is sending them or even why but he just calls himself my 'Secret admirer'. It all started when Jax left for Nevada. The notes are your usual creepy shit, mainly compliments but he details places where I've been that day and photos of me. I'm 100% he's following me. I didn't go home last night and I lied to you about why. Because I felt scared that he knew where I lived I put cameras up outside my house. I thought that if I could catch him on footage id know who it was and could get him to stop." Delaney swallowed thickly. Tears freely spilling over now. "I caught him on camera watching me through my window sleeping. I was so stressed I took a couple sleeping tablets so I was knocked out cold. He just stood there for hours watching me. I couldn't see who it was or anything noticeable about him as he was dressed in all black. He could've broken in and done anything and I wouldn't of woken up." Delaney broke down. All the fear and stress she felt for weeks came spilling out. Jax stood and pulled her into a tight hug. "I didn't want to tell anyone because it's not your problem. I didn't want you guys to take this on. I was just going to ignore it and hoped he'd give up and go away. But it's not just me he's targeting now. I don't care about me but I won't let people get hurt because of me" passing the note and the photo that came with the chocolates around Delaney watched as every member became visibly more angry. Jax was the worst. He held her tightly, eyes smouldering with fury and jaw tightly clenched. How fucking dare someone target her. Was the only thing he could think. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. He'd die first.

And as Jax made that vow in his mind to protect her, Delaney could only think that this was the beginning of something nasty. And she was the cause of it.

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And that's it!! Part 4 is up!! Thank you so much for everyone's support on this story so far. I really hope you enjoy it. As always feedback and advice always welcome. Part 5 soon to follow!

Love to you all, stay safe! 🌷

[dreamescapeswriting]

We Don’t Talk Anymore ~ OT7 [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 1.8K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, older brother, tiny angst.

↬↬↬Pairing: Friend!OT7 X Fem!Reader

↬↬↬A/n: Hope this is okay for you sweetie, I know you said when Jungkook is performing but I wanted to change it up a little bit so I hope this is still okay for you

Namjoon found you first you were pacing back and forth in the changing room that had been provided to you, 

"You doing okay?" He questioned walking into the room to talk to you but you weren't aware he was there. Your mind was all over the place thinking about going out to perform on the stage with not only all of BTS but your ex-boyfriend Charlie Puth who had ripped your heart apart right on stage and claimed it was fine because the kiss between him and Meghan Trainor was nothing but a kiss between co-workers.

"Shit, Namjoon! Announce when you walk into a room." You groaned clutching your hand over your heart when you turned to see him standing there, he said nothing and just wrapped his arms around you forcing your head to rest against his chest while you did your best not to cry and ruin the makeup the stylist had done for you.

"It's going to crush me Namjoon." You whimpered sitting down on the leather sofa that was inside of your changing room and he sat down beside you rubbing your hand between his to try and comfort you, you'd been close with all of BTS since your collaboration four years ago. 

"We'll be right there, we won't let him come near you. Just look at us or the crowd while you sing, just like you practised." They were the only ones other than you and Charlie that knew about the dating and the messy breakup that had happened, 

"Five minutes!" You heard someone scream and you shuddered at the thought of going out on the stage in front of all of those people and pretending to be happy about it. You adored performing and you loved all of your fans it was just Charlie's presence that was going to bother you.

"I have to go and calm down Jungkook, come with me and stand with Jin while you wait." Namjoon held out his hand for you to take and you slid your palm into his walking out of the changing room hand in hand and straight into Charlie who was dressed up in a suit and smiling brightly as if performing with you didn't bother him, but of course, it didn't. He didn't care that you had broken up it had always felt like he didn't care about you.

"Hi Y/n." Namjoon pulled you along faster when Charlie tried to talk to you and you mentally thanked him and set a reminder to yourself to buy him a drink after the show was over. 

"Where's Kookie?" You questioned Jin who came over to you and Namjoon, you looked over to where Jin was pointing to see a nervous-looking Jungkook sitting in a chair and staring at the floor trying to calm down. 

"You'll do great Kook." You reminded him letting go of Namjoon's hand and kneeling down in front of JUngkook who was now staring into your eyes, 

"He isn't nervous about performing." You heard Yoongi mumble from behind you and you frowned turning to look at him, he looked pissed off and about ready to rip someones head off. 

"What's wrong?" You asked Jungkook turning your attention back to him and making him stare at you, your hand was resting on his cheek and you could have sworn you saw him relax as soon as you did. 

"He doesn't want to see Charlie and see red again..." Jimin answered you looking down at the floor. 

 "HE DID WHAT!?" Jungkook practically screamed jumping up from the table and sending glasses of water flying and ruining most of the food that was sitting for you all.

"Kook, relax." You whispered trying to stop the looks from people inside of the restaurant but he was making a scene about everything. 

"No, he's got every right to be like this. I can't believe that fucking guy-" Yoongi was cut short when a waitress came over and started to help clean up the things that Jungkook had knocked over.

"Look...It was a month ago and I'm not bothered anymore." It was the biggest and only lie you'd ever told the boys and Hoseok saw right through it the moment you spoke about it. 

"Your nose twitched." You groaned downing a shot glass of Soju and looked at Namjoon for help but he'd already told you he wasn't going to lie to them about this. 

"So he just kissed her...on stage in front of everyone and told you it meant nothing?" You nodded at Taehyung's question and you looked down at the shot glass, rolling it around in your hands while you tried to think of something to say to him.

"Their acting isn't great and the whole time they were acting like a couple it felt too real and the kiss...Well, you can see from multiple angles that the kiss was very convincing." Namjoon pulled your head to rest on his shoulder and you broke down into a small sob. The boys had always been protective of you, like older brothers, and now that someone had hurt someone they cared about all they saw was red. 

"I'll punch him," Jungkook growled looking at you as he noticed how red your eyes were from crying, you thought you were over it but you clearly weren't and the boys were just as mad about it as you were.

 "Guys it was a long time ago-"

"Three months ago..." Jimin told you looking at Jungkook who was gripping onto his microphone so tight that it looked like it was going to snap into two pieces. 

"Jungkook. Look at me, all of you look at me." They all looked you in the eyes and you sighed trying to convince them that you were fine and that you were ready for this. 

"The song is about you though y/n...Doesn't that bother you?" Taehyung questioned getting ready to get into place and you looked down at the floor. 

"It didn't until just then." He groaned running and hugging you before sprinting to get into place. 

"3...2...1." The stage manager said as you and Jungkook got into place just in time. Jungkook was sitting in the chair while you stood behind him in a floor-length silk gown. The microphones were switched on so you were no longer allowed to talk, only look at one another with knowing looks. 

 The stage slowly started to raise up and you held steady onto the chair while singing into your white microphone, 

"We don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore We don't talk anymore, like we used to do," The stage was set and you and Jungkook began walking further into the middle to meet Charlie at the small keyboard he was playing from, 

"We don't love anymore. What was all of it for? Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do." You held the note and then Charlie and Jungkook began singing more to one another while you smiled at all the correct cameras looking at Jungkook whenever you needed mental support that everything was okay.

"Ooh, it's such a shame, That we don't talk anymore..." The final note ended with you and you smiled as people in the venue began to clap and whistle for you all. You and Jungkook hugged and when Charlie came to hug you Jungkook stepped in the way giving him a bro hug but you knew he secretly wanted to punch him. 

"Give it up for Y/n Y/l/n and BTS!" The rest of the stage began to rise and Namjoon began rapping his lines to fake Love, you walked over to him and stood by his side while he did so winking when he finished his lines and it moved onto Hoseok. 

 As soon as the last note was done on stage and the lights went to black you kicked off your heels and sprinted in the direction of your changing room not looking back at any of them when they called your name. 

"Stay out of it!" Yoongi yelled at Charlie when he tried to follow them all after you, Jungkook was carrying your shoes and Namjoon was holding the microphone you had pushed into his chest before running away.

"I just want to see if she's okay-"

"She's fine no thanks to you," Taehyung said looking at Charlie who stumbled backwards feeling the hostility radiating from them as he continued following them back to your changing room. The door was shut and you were sitting in front of it crying into your knees trying not to make too much noise because you could hear them all outside.

"Look whatever she told you wasn't true," You heard Charlie try to defend and you scoffed getting up from the floor and wrapping your arms around yourself as he tried to spit lies to them about you. 

"It was just a kiss, nothing else. Me and Meghan we're just close friends." You heard a grunt before a gasp and you threw the door open to see Yoongi standing there holding his hand while someone bent down checking on Charlie who was holding his nose in pain. 

"Yoongi?!" You panicked looking at him and then to his hand, they wall walked into your changing room and you took his hand in yours turning it over to look at it and make sure he was okay. 

"Fuck Yoongi, I can't believe you punched him," Jimin said looking at Charlie who was being taken away by first aiders on the set, you stared at Yoongi like he was crazy.

"Are you trying to get bad press?!" He stared at you sadly and you knew why he'd done it but it still didn't make the situation any better. He couldn't tell people he'd punched him because he had cheated on you in the past since no one had even known about you and Charlie dating before. 

"We'll figure something out, in the meantime, you need to apologise," Namjoon told him taking charge of the situation and planning to set everything right as soon as possible.

"I'll get some ice for your hand," Jungkook said leaving the room and you quickly told Jin to follow him just in case Charlie was near again and he needed stopping just as much as Yoongi did.

"He won't come near you again," Yoongi mumbled as you sat him down on the sofa, you sat on the coffee table in front of him and thanked him for ''defending your honour.''

"The next time you want to act like an older brother can you buy me dinner first?" You quizzed trying to make the situation lighter and he chuckled promising you he would buy dinner that night as soon as everything was cleared over and you could all leave the venue. 

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