#i gave that bitch a whole list and told her to tell me what she cant get but noooooooo

[thewrittingpan]

baking a cake while working on my classwork, so glad i have 4 different boxes of vanilla cake mix but no fucking pasta

[misguidedasgardian]

I need to... (2)

... Go

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your time and your patience is running out

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader (for now), MAIN Cregan Stark x Fem!reader 

Warnings: There are mentions of them being Minors! at some point in their relationship, a lot of cursing, cheating, angst, depression, age gap (not for reader), coercion, toxic relationship, drinking alcohol to cope, in some countries it is underage drinking, (reader is 18). contraceptive pills, panick attack, throwing up (not intentional), thoughts about injuries and medical procedures to one-self (not self induced), weird-ass warnings but you knew when you read them, might forget some …

+ 18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 5.1 k

Notes: I can’t believe the support on this! it's amazing! and I can’t wait for all of you to realize the ramifications of Aemond’s fuckery JAJA

It has been only been a week and you couldn’t take it anymore, so you found yourself almost running up the stairs leading to that ugly studio, that once you found “Artsy”, you had to do something, you had to face her, you had to 

You found Alys alone cleaning her art supplies, when she saw you, she smiled widely

“Hey, you are free this time of day?, what do you need?”

“What I need is for you to stop fucking my boyfriend”, you snapped, her face went pale, “you know you were in the last year of highschool when he was being born? sick”, then her face turned bitchy, and unapologetic

“Perhaps you should ask yourself why your boyfriend prefers to fuck me than you”, you couldn’t take it anymore, you looked around frantically, and found quickly what you were looking for, a cartoner knife

Alys’ face was like the one of the woman of psycho, the scene in the shower, you couldn’t take it anymore and stabbed her right by her collarbone

You screamed when you woke up, you raised your hands to your face to see if you had your teacher’s blood in them, but they were clean, you looked around and found yourself in your dorm room… alone

You had not stabbed your teacher….

Yet

You jumped from your bed when you heard your alarm go off.

You had classes

Plastic arts classes

For fucks sake

You looked at the mirror in the common bathroom and you looked like shit, dark bags under your eyes, your hair was messy, you didn’t even want to try, you just went to her class, not even having a shower

why bother?

You had kept yourself waxed, clean, hair always perfect, always makeup in your face, perfume in your neck, you had plucked your eyebrows every week, and for what?

Alys looked radiant today, her gorgeous black hair loose, makeup that made her green eyes even bigger and shinier

Fucking bitch

When you arrived class already started, she made eye contact with you, raising one of her perfect model-shaped eyebrows but say nothing as she kept giving instructions for the class of today

You sat at the last table, back of the class and took out your notebook, and started doodling.

You started to plan

Your godmother was going to be so happy you would want to change careers, because  she knew what you truly wanted, and she didn't think it was a good idea to choose your college only for a man, which you had done, so… she was going to be easy..

Even though she was so proud when you told her you got in Dragonstone University, it was a prestigious school, and she wasted no time in telling everyone she knew in King’s Landing country club.

Anyways

Then you were going to buy a ticket to go live on the whole other side of the continent. You thought the money your parents gave you would let you live comfortably for the years you needed to study without even thinking about working…

You were going to be fine 

You could kiss that family discount with the airline goodbye

Then you were going to need to take a few boxes with you, your belongings, luckily you didn’t have much, so you started to make a list of everything you needed to do.

And suddenly, you felt all eyes on you, you looked up and realized that witch Alys had made you a question or something, and everyone was looking at you to answer it

“Sorry?”, you asked

“i asked, at what temperature you need to heat plastic in order for you to mold”, she asked again, she tried to sound nice, but you could tell she was visibly annoyed

“I don’t know”, you answered, she looked at you, frowning, but then answered herself and continued the class, after everyone had stopped snickering

You had made so many mistakes, you had managed to enter one of the most prestigious schools in the country, taking someone else’s place, and you didn’t even want to be here. It was early, you thought, at least, it was not too late… 

You would be ashamed, if you didn’t try so damn hard to fit in, for you to really be interested in your classes, for you to want to be an architect

Sadly you didn’t

As soon as Alys dismissed the class you jumped off your seat and ran off, even though you heard her calling you… Gods the audacity

If you were a tracher fucking your student’s boyfriend, the least you could do is leave her alone, right?

“Professor Alys is calling you”, said one of your classmates with a boring face, he grabbed your arm to stop you from running down the stairs, and you had no choice but to return and face her

she was wiping the board with her back to you, your eyes went to the desk where you found now only a cardboard knife, but also very big scissors. You felt like a lightning bolt had shot through your spine, you shook and grabbed yourself, reviving your dream all too well.

She finally turned around and looked at you

Boyrfiend fucker

You knew very well your boyfriend, Aemond, was the one at fault, he was the one in a committed relationship with you, but she was also at fault, she knew he was your boyfriend… SHE WAS YOUR TEACHER, she knew him through you! you wouldn’t go as far as to say she was your friend, but really close, she was your mentor, she was also at fault

“I know you are frustrated, and you don’t really want to be here, but I thought at least, together you and I, had come to some sort of understanding”, she said sweetly. Any understanding that you both may have had came to an end when you found her fucking your boyfriend in this very desk

The thought made you take back your hand that you had placed in top of that surface, you looked at it, disgusted, like it was some sort of roadkill, and for a second, as you looked back at her, you thought you saw some fear in her ghostly green eyes, but you quickly discarded it

“I’m failing two courses, it’s been a tough week”, you whispered, taking your eyes off of her

“You got pretty good grades in this class”, she tried, “Don’t ruin it so close to the finish line”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again”

Should you confront her? you didn’t want to lose momentum, but you didn’t think you had the strength, you had never been a confrontational person, and… what were you going to gain? explanations? a fight? an apology? what?

You found her looking at you with pity, and you almost snorted

“Yours is a complicated age, you are expected to make life-changing decisions without not truly knowing much of the world, it is almost unfair they made you choose what you want to do for the rest of your life at this young age… but that is what college is for, you know?”, she muttered, “it might take you a while, like I did, but in the end, you will find your calling”

You barely nodded, your energy suddenly depleted, you wanted to fall into your bed with five muscular relaxers on and not wake up for a week 

If you offer, would the meds students put you in a coma for learning purposes? works both ways

Alys continued her motivational speech while you thought how good it must feel not to feel anything, you wanted to rip your heart from your own chest for it to stop aching like it was. 

You watched Alys and how her lips moved and her eyes danced 

And then, even though you couldn’t hear her, you saw her put her hand in her belly

“... And when you least expected, life surprises you”, she muttered, and then from her belly you looked up at her again

“You are pregnant?”

“I shouldn’t be sharing this with you, I only just found out, it's very new, I think six weeks”

You were going to pass out

“Is it my boyfriend’s?”, you asked before you can even stop your own tongue

“What?”, she asked, “how…?”

“I need to go”

You stumbled away from her, grabbing onto the wall you tried not to fall down the stairs and break your neck, fortunately the bathrooms were right there, you barely managed to enter and kneeled in the nearest stall, and you threw up, all the poor contents of your breakfast

You were shaking, with nausea and your chest constricting within itself 

Once you were done throwing up, you lean back to the stall wall, and you started to hyperventilate, suddenly, you had trouble breathing, and you couldn’t, you tried to take long breaths, but nothing was helping 

Soon, a couple of hands were on you

“Hey, are you alright?”, it was a girl, young

“Can’t breathe”, you managed to squeeze our of your twisted throat

“I think you are having a panic attack”, she said, completely concerned for you 

“I think I might be”, you conceded, your chest felt too tight 

Alys was pregnant with Aemond’s baby. I mean, was she? for how long this had been going on? she had a boyfriend when the school year started, you had seen him, he trained the Football team here. 

You dry heaved and that made it worse

The student grabbed you and took you out of the stall, you managed to stand up and grab onto the vanity. She massaged your back with soothing movements

“Breathe in and out”, she commanded, and you obeyed, looking in the mirror and into your own eyes, to find your own strength 

She placed her hands in your shoulders and began to rub, as you kept breathing

“Your chest hurts?”, suddenly, it stopped, and you shook your head

“No, not anymore”, you managed to answer, as you turn on the cold water and splashed your face with it, and put a bit of cold water in the back of your head, it always worked, to calm yourself down

“You need to go to the nursery”, she said, worried

“I think I’m alright”, you whispered

“Are you sure?”, she asked, you nodded

“Thank you so much”, you whispered

“My sister used to have them all the time, its fine”, she then looked at you and frowned, ”you are Aemond’s girlfriend, are you not?”

For fucks sake

“Yes”, you said, smiling fakely

“He is so awesome, I have him in all my classes”

You can have him then

“Anyways, thank you again”, you grabbed your backpack that was in the middle of the bathroom floor, and walked out of the bathroom hastily 

Just a couple of more weeks

Just a couple

But you couldn’t

With shaky hands you grabbed your phone, ignoring Aemond’s texts about meeting up in the coffee shop, and went straight for the number you had in your phone, it rang twice before she answered 

“Godmother?”

“My sweet girl”, she answered, only that made you smile, and even with one word, she knew something was wrong, “what happened?”

“I need you”

“I’m on the next ferry out”, it's the only thing she answered 

It was still going to take a couple of days, but only knowing she was coming, made you breathe a little easier 

You just had to put up with Aemond a couple of more days…

Just a couple 

Your phoned “dinged”, and when you checked it, you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was a text from Ben

You are my only success story in my career as a recruiter, wanna celebrate?

A bit of a flirt, but you smiled and texted back immediately, not time to waste you thought 

Sure

The replay came as quickly as you texted back 

Meet you at the bar at eight, we will eat something there

You: Great :) 

Now, a text from Aemond came in, he wanted you to meet him in the library now, and you went there

For maximum effect, for you to really make an impact with your absence, you had to keep acting a few more days, and then, you were going to get out of his life for good… But Alys, you had asked her point blank is that kid was his, she was going to tell him you knew… 

You found him in the tables near the end of the century old library, you frowned when you saw him with Criston Cole, a senior who was just a walking neon red flag 

“My lady”, you evaded him like the plague when he leaned in to kiss you, and he didn’t say anything, but you saw his jaw tick, you sat by his side, and took out your art history book,a t least you were going to leave this joint with your head held high, you had an exam two days from now

“I heard you took classes with professor Rivers”, muttered Cole, a twisted smile on his lips and his default crazy eyes 

“yes”, you responded, bored

“darling, are the flashcards ready?”, asked Aemond, and you looked at him like he had grown two heads

“I didn’t got time to make them you now, failing all those classes”, you muttered, and again, that look that told you were going to have a huge fight once you were alone

“No matter, you can help me prepare them later tonight”, he teased, winking at Crispin, I mean, Criston 

“I can’t tonight”, that touched a button, he turned to you, angry dancing in his eye

“Why not?”, he asked

“I need to study”, you said, pointing at the book

“You are going to fail anyways”, he said, Cole got uncomfortable quickly, and stood up from the table

“I’ll leave you to it”

“Gee, thanks love”, you mocked, ignoring him

“That is not what I meant”, he muttered, “we always study together”

“I’m sorry”

“We haven’t had sex in a week”, he whispered, annoyed, which reminded you bitterly that you had tried to get checked for STD’s but the girl told you you needed three months (for one of them) to notice symptoms and they were not going to show up in the results 

“Sorry, I’m on my period”

“You are not, I told you to take the pills…”

“Did you know they can cause me an aneurism Aemond?”, you asked, he only sighed

“You are fine”

“I don’t want to take them anymore”, for what? you only told your Gynecologist to prescribe them because of your active sex life, not because you needed them 

“We’ll talk about it later”, he whispered

“I can’t later, I have to study, and then I’m meeting with a friend”

‘What friend?”

“Ben”

“The one from the other night? forget it”, he growled

You’d think he’d be glad, he could go and fuck your teacher, his baby momma, oh you wanted to throw up again

“He is just a friend, I’m pretty sure he is gay”, not true

“So? you are not going to that slum to drink with a guy you just met”

“There is going to be other people there”, you said, like, other patrons

“I said no”

“You are not my father, I’m not asking Aemond”, you said back, he only looked at you with a frown

“Why are you doing this tonight? I had a surprise for you”

“What surprise?”, you asked

“Involves a velvet box, and flowers…”, the gift he didn’t get to give you that fatidic night, “your favorite movie”

“Sorry, Ben is leaving tomorrow, besides, you just told me you need to study”, you reminded him, caught him, you thought

“Whatever, you want to seem desperate to that guy? go then”, he looked down at his book, his closed fist over the table

“Tomorrow we can meet up at the coffee shop and make the flashcards”, he dind’t answer, he barely looked at you, and you want to laugh on his fucking face

The silent treatment

Really?

normally you would beg and get on your knees, figurative and literally, to please him and make him forgive you for whatever you did wrong, but now you just got up, grabbing your book

He looked like he had been slapped looking up at you wide eyed, but you didn’t look back, you just turned and left, leaving him there, soaking in his own manipulation

You wanted an opening

For him to say something and you bite back

You didn’t have the momentum anymore

You just wanted to leave, you knew that if you confronted him, he was just going to manipulate his way out of it, he had you stringed up…

But you just find a sharp pair of scissors

It was going to take a while, but you were going to get yourself free, you knew it

Just a couple more days, your godmother was on her way, she was going to get you out of here

you walked hastily to your dorm, to find Maris there, that girl didn’t have much of a social life 

“I don’t appreciate you treating me like a doorman”, she snapped in sight, “that came in for you”, she said pointing to your bed were a big envelope laid

“Maris, you know what? maybe Byron doesn’t pay attention to you because he can see the stick poking out of your ass”, you snapped, and she opened her mouth, enraged, “save it”, you snapped, “I don’t feel like killing a million neurons trying to wrap my head around what might get out of your mouth”, she shut up again, but you sighed, she might be a terrible roommate, but she wasn’t to blame, “relax Maris you know what that is?”, you asked pointing at the bed, “your ticket to a single room, its my Winterfell course catalog for the next semester”, and  her face it up, “I’m out of here”

“Really? wait, Bbt what about Aemond?”, she asked then, wary, you grabbed your phone and didn’t even looked at the picture, and you show it to her

“IS THAT…? PROFESSOR RIVERS?”, she said, sickenly marveled 

“You still think he is too good for me?”, she took the phone off your hand to look at the picture closely

Oh if only you saw her airdropping the pic to herself

“You need to send this to the dean and fuck them up”, she said with a wide, sick smile.

Oh how much you had thought about

The very next day you were looking through your phone and find it, you didn’t even remember taking it, you were probably in shock, and then you thought about show it to the dean… but you couldn’t

That picture was straight up porn, and Aemond was on it, Aemond came from a powerful family and not even the whole university could protect itself from the massive lawsuit the Targaryens could attack them with, and you, you took it, it was defamatory and gods know what else, you were a nail and they were a massive hammer, you didn’t even wanted to know what they could do to you. 

“She could get fired”, you whispered simply 

“So?”

“She could get in trouble”

“She is fucking your boyfriend!”, she said back

“Doesn’t mean I want to ruin her life”, you said, “he is the one who should get fucked up, he was my boyfriend, and if this picture gets leaked, the only one who is getting fired and ruined is her, while he is going to get high-fived until his arm falls off”

“She deserves it”, she said

“He also deserves it, and again, he won’t even get scratched”

“Yes if you send it to his pius mother”, she teased

“The stick up your ass is falling off Maris”

“Haha, very funny, send it”, she warned

“I just want to get out of here” 

“Do it, but leave nothing in your wake, scorch the earth”, you only shook your head

They deserved each other, they deserved for them to fall on their own weight, you had made your peace. 

And besides, Aemond had other things to face, his mother for example, King’s Landing’s first lady

Aemond had a very elite political pedigree, you see, his family was like royalty, generations and generations of the country’s leaders, mayors, senators, presidents… even it was said they descended from Kings many centuries ago. And that was just his father, and on his mother’s side was from the same caliber. 

And you were from a famous family in the Crownlands, your family only in the last three generations before you had become famous for pioneering in the big silver screen, actors, directors, producers, new money, you’d think, creatives, artists… But the main reason that Alicent had allowed you to squeeze into her family, was your godmother.

She was Cerenna Reyne, married to the late Tywin Lannister, one of the three heirs to the greatest gold mine of the continent, childless, you were the closest thing she had to a daughter, probably her heir, people were welcomed to speculate. You wondered, but you wouldn’t ask, she hasn't told you. 

Aemond had the pedigree, and you had the money to take him were he allegedly belonged 

Cerenna and your mother were friends since the cradle, and she took you in when she and your father passed when you were little.

You ignored Maris who was getting a pedicure from herself, and dropped to your bed and opened the heavy package

It was your acceptance letter, with a letter from the dean himself, saying he was gladly going to receive you, and then the course catalog

You opened it and look through it slowly, enjoying every picture, every letter, the gray and navy blue colors

All of it

You even wanted to get a Jersey

You were so excited… and you couldn’t wait for you to face Aemond the last day, tell him to fuck himself, that the vacation to Casterly Rock were cancelled, and he could fuck himself 

You were going to enjoy it

But when do things happen the way you wanted them to?

You met with Ben at the bar, you ate french fries, and drank beer. You had a great time, you learned he had a girlfriend, and he was a sophomore in an administrative degree, he was such a friendly guy, very appropriate, you felt good with him. It was a nice night, talking about Winterfell and how excited you were, and how cute the wolf mascot was and the fact you wanted to buy a plushie

Until a drunk fool spilled his pint all over you, drenching you

Ben Tallheart, was a gentleman, and offered you his Winterfell Jersey

And you had to make the walk of shame wearing another man’s jersey all over campus

Of course Aemond found out

And he almost threw your door down looking for you. You went out of your room to meet him, your patience running very, very thin

“...Now all the school thinks my girlfriend is a whore”, and that broke you, you pushed him out of your room where an entertained Maris was, and you put a finger on his chest

“You are the whore and don’t you ever talk to me that way again in your fucking life!”

it was done

You were done

You had imploded

“What?”, he sneered

“You are fucking my plastic arts teacher and she is fucking pregnant Aemond!”, he went pale, you honestly thought he was just going to drop dead

“Are you truly insane?”, he asked then, recuperating himself, he had politician’s blood after all, “why is a classmate texting me you had a panic attack in the bathroom? you are clearly not well”, he said, gaslighting at its finest

“I’m very well, thank you so much!”, you fought back, “I saw you Aemond, with my own eyes, you fucking her over her desk last week!”

“If you saw us, then why didn’t you say something? uh?”, he mocked

“because I’m leaving, and I was just going to disappear from your fucking life, because you don’t deserve anything from me Aemond! NOTHING!”, you spitted out

“You are psychotic”, he said back

“Oh, I’m the psycho one”, you mocked

“You have problems”

“You know, I don’t even care that you are fucking her or why, I just want to get out of this fucking island, this fucking school, this fucking bubble”

“You are going to drop everything, for this?”, he asked then, you thought you saw fear in his eye, but in a second it was gone

“Yes”, you said simply, bored of all this

“No”, he fought, “I was just a slip up”, he muttered, your discussion fell to whispers, in fears of all the dorms listening, “come on I can show you numbers of all students who fuck their teachers, its… a rite of passage”, he said dismissively

“what?”, you asked

“Yes, Its psychology, you see, she is a hot older woman, and we are still in our teenage years, it is normal one feels an attraction for a woman in the position of power, besides, she reach me, because she was concerned for you, and I was too, things escalated, it was a one time thing, the heat of the moment, it meant nothing… Maegor had his Tyanna, but also his Ceryse…”, was he seriously comparing himself to the second ever president of this country that had a first lady and a mistress?

“Aemond”, you called, frowning

“What?”

“Let’s play a game of hide and seek, alright? I hide, and you seek psychological help”, he only looked at you, a dead expression on his face, and then he exploded in a rage

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, he almost screamed, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you??? YOU ARE IMMATURE, AND CHILDISH, YOU DON’T EVEN HEAR A WORD I’M SAYING”

“I don’t need to Aemond”, you whispered 

“So what?”, he snarled, “you are going to leave?”

“Yes Aemond”, you whispered, “I’m going to leave, this school, you, and everyone on it”

“No”, he muttered, shaking his head, “no, after all of this? one single mistake and you're going to leave just like that?”, he asked

“Yes”, you said quietly, “I need to go Aemond”, now it sank in, and he looked at you, his eye open wide, his mouth barely open, surprise, even a bit of skepticism, innocence even 

“Don’t go”, he said simply, “it will not happen again”

“It’s been going on for weeks, right? Maybe months…”

“No…”

“Don’t lie to me”, you snapped, “have the decency to be truthful”

“Two months”, he said, you barely nodded

“Goodbye Aemond”, you whispered, and you walked away from him and your dorm room

You knew he was not going to go after you, but you also knew he knew you, and he was going to let you “cool down”, like every time you had an argument 

He knew you were going to “crawl back to him”

And you spend the next day abed, Maris let you be, barely talked to you and you appreciated it, and then, sooner than you expected… you heard a knock on the door, and then, it opened, you raised from your lethargy to see the dark brown locks of the most important person to you

“What do I have to do to get a drink around here?”, she asked out loud, she removed her dark sunglasses and looked directly at you, “my beautiful god given daughter”, she muttered looking at you in the bed

“Godmother”, you whined, tears in your eyes

A long shower and an hour later, you found yourself at the coffee shop with your godmother, sipping a skinny latte, her… you were an extra cocoa mocha with whipped cream on it. You wore proudly Ben’s Jersey he gifted you

You told her everything

in whispers and conspicuous looks 

“Oh darling”, she whined, arranging a lock of hair behind your ear, “I will take you up there, alright?”, she offered with a wide smile, “I’ll take you myself to Winterfell University, the palace you should have gone to in the first place, and those colors looked wonderful on you, my beautiful girl”

“You don’t have to”, you said, smiling shyly, she sighed

“No I do, I mean, it's perfect timing, you see, that motherfucker’s father, Viserys is campaigning AGAIN to be the mayor of King’s Landing, AGAIN!”, she whined, and you couldn’t help but giggle, “and as always, he invited me, to be there in front row”

“How much money he wanted this time?”, you asked

“Too much”, she said seriously, “I know my husband’s fund he left me was for precisely political campaigning, but, everything has a limit”, she said dismissively, “so, instead, a Velaryon cruise sounds just, perfect”, she whined, “what do you say? two weeks in the narrow sea, a nice week in White Harbour, they say the spa’s there are to die for, and then, I’ll drop you off at Winterfell”, she said lovingly, “recharged after vacations, ready to start your new life, away from that inbred family of fuckers”, she whispered, caressing your cheek, you laughed

“I love that idea”, you said, she dropped a kiss in your hand she was holding

“I’ll be staying at the Golden Lion hotel, alright? you just finish your things here, and I’ll make some calls''

“I love you godmother”, you whispered

“And I love you too my sweet sweet girl”, she whispered, “they will get fucked, like they deserve”, it sounded like a promise

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt”

“They won’t”, she said, “only they will get what they are owed”, sometimes she scared you 

The bells above the door dinged and when you looked up, there she was

Fucking boyfriend fucker

Her face was like a Valyrian tragedy when she saw you, pale as paper, you couldn’t hide your anger, rage, hate on her

She walked towards your table

“Can we have a word?”, she asked, looking at your godmother sheepishly

“No”, you said, “I have nothing to say to you”, you growled, she looked uncomfortable

“Please”

“Leave me alone or everyone on this school is going to see the picture of you fucking my nineteen year-old boyfriend in your desk in your classroom”, you threatened, and with tears in her eyes she left the coffeshop

You then looked at your godmother

“I want to leave now”, you said

“I’ll get help to get your things”, she said softly. 

Afterchapter notes: I think I’m having the “walt disney complex”, almost none of my MC’s have parents… sorry :( sometimes I think it's easier, in this case, for an eighteen year-old to make this kinds of decisions and move across the country and paying for it haha, I think it's easier for reader to have a badass godmother, I have one and it's the coolest 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for intentionally starting a fight with a friend of mine so that I can show everyone else how much of an attention seeking bitch she is

My (16 f) friend group is collectively obsessed with playing an obscure online game together, and in order to make it more convenient they made a group chat which they forgot to add me into. I heard about it from a friend who assumed that I was in it and asked to be a part of it because I liked the game as well, she told me she would add me. Later that week I was on a FaceTime call with some of my friends and the group chat was referenced by someone so I pointed out that I still hadn’t been added. The next day I was finally added and everything was normal until my friend (15 f) lets call her Jane said something along the lines of “why is she here” then immediately took me out of the group chat. I couldn’t get in contact with her as she had blocked me so I called my other friend (15 f) lets call her B who was still in the group chat and asked her what was happening. Jane said that she removed me because I kept saying I hated her this was an inside joke that she would participate in and found funny, it was very over the top and obviously a joke and she had never said anything to me about being uncomfortable. B explained this but she wouldn’t listen and kept telling everyone in the group chat lies about how I was a horrible person and that I essentially relentlessly bullied her. I was eventually added back and started to tell everyone that this was a lie, a bunch of people started to take her side, and I got pretty pissed off because no one was listening to me. I started cussing her out and calling her a bitch (she is) and it started getting out of hand because, one everyone was already on her side, and two my phone was pretty broken at that time so their was a lot of miscommunication between me and the group chat. for example one of my friends kept shoving themselves into the argument and not listening to anything I say, so I told her to shut the fuck up and stay out of things she didn’t understand, unfortunately as that text was sending another friend, K asked what was happening and that text sent first so I looked like I had cussed her out for asking a question, before I could explain this I was kicked from the groupchat, I tried to call K but she didn’t answer me and ignored me when I tried to explain myself through text. The next day pretty much the whole friend group was giving me the cold shoulder and not speaking to me, for most people this went away the day after but one of my friends hasn’t looked at me the same since.

We had managed to mainly move past this whole thing until Jane was complaining in a group chat about our chorus teacher (who I love) and I asked her (politely) to stop being negative and not to vent in the group chats. She started going at me and saying how I always start drama and am horrible to her. She brought up the last fight we had had which I thought was really uncalled for and she made it into this whole thing.

She kept constantly causing drama in group chats and getting into fights with people for stupid reasons almost every night. I was tired of people defending her and her constantly trying to turn our friends against me and since some people where already getting annoyed with her I decided to start a fight with her so people would stop talking to her giving her less of a chance to try to ruin my life.

She loved making friend group cast list for random musicals and such that she liked and always put herself as the lead and gave people parts that made them uncomfortable (miss gendering them, giving bigger people fat characters regardless of their personality etc). She had made a mean girls recast where she was Regina (she’s a bitch but she’s not Regina) even though it was a common joke in the friend group that me and two of our friends were the plastics with me as Regina. I had been told by my other friend, L not to bring this up because l, k, and Jane had all recently auditioned for mean girls the musical and only L got in (I would normally listen to this but she wouldn’t let L be happy about getting in and constantly guilt tripped her about it). So naturally I brought it up and got her to start fighting about it, I wanted to have a fight with her were I was more in control of the situation then she was (in earlier fights she would say things she knew would make me mad to get people to see me as in the wrong for being the unreasonable and angry one while she was calm). I kept bringing up that I should be Regina because I am the friend groups resident lesbian in a kind off joking way that I know can really get under peoples skin (I know that this is manipulative but she was manipulating me to get mad and act unreasonable so I decided to do the same and give her a taste of her own medicine) especially since she was the kind off person isn’t exactly homophobic but makes me and some of our other queer friends really uncomfortable with her jokes. She brought up that she had had a crush on a girl once (she had brought this up before as being a joke) to try to make herself out to be queer to win the argument. This made me uncomfortable and when I (and some of my other queer friends) tried to tell her that she just ignored me. I just want to say that I don’t actaully care this much about being Regina I just wanted everyone to see how horrible and attention seeking she is.

Personally I think I am kind of the asshole in a Justified way (I forget what that’s called) but I’m not sure

What are these acronyms?

[power-up-girl]

So about the people, who from what it seems are earth fans, attacking me saying that I hate her and that I'm being a "petty bitch"

I don't exactly hate her, I just lost all my respect for her, ... Oh honey if I hated her , like literally hated her, I wouldn't give a damn about her ,she would be insignificant to me , and if I hated her enough, I would've made a hate post about that since the episode I lost all of my respect for her ,

I as a girl don't feel sympathy for other girls who are being petty , and are acting disgustingly weak on purpose, a girl really suffering has my support and encouragement,

And to make this clear this isn't about earth not forgiving lunar,no this is about her being so inconsiderate lately,

She just became friends with lunar's past abuser and the one who gave PTSD and trauma, don't you dare say he wasn't affected by that , I wouldn't want to open up for her if she did that to me,(and I'm pretty sure I saw a thumbnail about her and pollux talking, imagine that you're lunar finding your sister hanging out with your ex )

She can't be serious when she said she wouldn't forgive new moon the moment he told her she isn't a real therapist , while she was literally warned beforehand by sun , about how moon can get when mad , and to think she said that to him when he was literally in severe need of help , yeah she pushed him away,the whole family did.

Oh and I know that she doesn't have to forgive lunar immediately, and so dose he...

And I don't want any of the earth fans messaging me and telling me some shit about how I'm being horrible for "hating" earth , I don't hate her I'm just putting her on standby until she can realise she's in the fault too,but until then I'm not putting her on my favourite list again,yeah she'd been removed since the beginning of the nexus ark..

[pinazee]

If you’re so smart, then why are you dead?

To start, heres a list of scientists that some characters were named after:

Lisa Meitner (physicist, bad bitch)

Otto Hahn (physicist)

Kurt Gödel (mathematician) (shawn was sort of correct with the pronunciation)

Robert Goddard (physicist)

William Shockley (racist)

I thought this was an accident because James seems to snicker after but apparently it was planned by Dulé’s stand in Gyle (Gile?)

Gus really should have known this was Avogadros number if he took any kind of chemistry.

Were they originally going to have Shawns mom a cop too and thats why he said he was born with “an extra normal amount [of paranormalevolance]. Two cops to be exact.” I have a vague memory of someone mentioning it on a commentary.

I wish they had let Juliet have a little more participation in the solve and therefore the victory. Or better yet, gave her a separate case to solve on her own so we saw her really get a win under her belt. She could still ask Shawn for advice, or maybe while he’s doing his whole psychic episode bit to give her a clue she solves it without him, and Shawns left standing impressed. But also, you’re telling me that she wasn’t the primary when she went undercover at the sorority??

The way Dulé says “i never got carsick a day in my life!” ABSOLUTELY SENDS ME

But what really made the Gusters keep him from going? Was it just their overprotectiveness? Was shawn really his only friend? Are they still trying to protect him from the truth?

Somehow i got it in my brain that Shawn was responsible for Gus not getting in. I think i headcanoned that so hard i made it feel true lol i thought Shawn knew the whole time (i mean he must have seen Gus practicing and being extra anxious about something) and he somehow convinced his parents that Gus wouldn’t have been happy there. maybe part of that was true, but little Shawn just didn’t want him to go.

Either way, if the Gusters were actually concerned about quality of life, then they chose Gus’s happiness over his success which is such a juxtaposition to Shawn and his dad.

Or maybe they visited the school and saw a kid getting shocked and said fuck that.

Here’s another instance of Gus looking for where he went wrong in life. If only he’d spelt aggiornamento correctly, if only he’d gone to Meitner. Gus seems so unhappy with himself, and theres this underlying narrative happening that Gus might actually be depressed. Like in 9 lives when he’s convincing himself he’s happy, or in down the stretch when Shawn says Gus needed a victory more than him at the moment. This poor guy spent so much of his life being told he would go far, that he could do anything, so when he didn’t, he felt like a failure. And I don’t think that was his parents fault necessarily, i think he put that pressure on himself, simply because it was expected. He was the gifted kid who burned out, and now he’s settled into something safe, reliable, and unfulfilling.

Then you have this chess match with Shawn and Henry and we see Shawn demonstrate his own genius. But the juxtaposition here is that shawns pressure was external. Shawn also had the potential to go far but that ultimately isn’t what he strives for. Shawn just wants to have a good, fun life. Probably because his dad sucked the fun out of everything (let the kid call the knight Dwight, jesus henry).

Sidenote: I’m obsessed with finding this blonde guy in the background now haha

[trippiexlove]

Serendipity - Ch. 6

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Jey POV

I sat here at this small local coffee shop, waiting for someone who I didn't even want to speak with to arrive.

As I was sitting there waiting, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and looked into the eyes of a person I haven't seen in over 2 years.

"Hello Jey"

"Candace"

She sat down across from me as I folded my arms, giving her a straight face.

"How are you doing?"

"Cut to the chase Candace, what do you want?"

She looked taken back at what I said, "well is that any way to talk to your child's mother?"

I shook my head at her, "please, you haven't been much of a mother in the last two years, last time I check, when we broke up, you left not only me but Jeyce"

"Jey, you have to understand, I was going through things back then"

"Everybody goes through things Candace, but you left your son and didn’t think twice about it"

"I understand, but I am better now. I want to be apart of my Son's life"

"You've wasted two years, what makes you think you can just up and come back"

"Because I want my family back Joshua!"

"It's too late for that" I stood up and put money down on the table.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean Jey? Do you have another bitch around my child?"

"MY child, even if I did it is my business"

"You can't do this!" I ignored her as I walked out the coffee spot, getting in my car and heading straight home.

I didn't have time to deal with her ass.

I finally made it home, walking in seeing my mom in the kitchen. I went over and gave her a quick hug.

"How did it go?"

"I don't even want to talk about it, where's Jeyce?"

"He's in the game room"

I went into the game room to find Jeyce playing one of my video games.

"What's up son" I went over grabbed the top of his head and kiss the top of it.

"Hey dad" he said without losing focus of the game.

"I was just coming in here to let you know, dinner will be done soon so wrap the game up in a little bit"

"Yes sir"

I left out the game room and went out onto the back patio, taking a seat into one of the chairs. I decided I would call Jimmy and see what he was doing.

It ringed a couple of times until he answered "What's going on little brother"

"Please it is only by a couple minutes"

"Aye that's a couple minutes I was an only child" he joked thinking he was funny.

"Whatever Uce, I was calling to let you know Druitt said we can stay at her crib this Friday since we will be in Orlando."

"You and Druitt been getting real close lately, what's going on with that?"

"I ain't gonna lie, I'm feeling her, just taking this shit slow"

"We too grown to be having crushes, if you want her, I say go get her or somebody else will"

He was making sense. I hate that to admit it.

"Damn I hate that your'e making sense"

"Got to Uce, but I got to go, my wife just walked through the door"

"Tell sis I said what's up"

"Yeet"

*Few Hours Later*

After spending a few hours in my home gym, I quickly took a shower and changed into some shorts and laid down in my bed.

I decided to call Druitt. I hit the FaceTime and it rung for a few moments, and she finally picked up.

"Hey, what's up Main Event"

"Hey ma, what you up to?"

"I just got out the shower, and I am about to get ready to go get dinner with Jade"

I stayed on the phone throughout her whole process of her doing her hair, makeup routine, and now she was putting on her outfit.

"What you think of this outfit?" she did a little 360, doing a pose.

"You trying to look good for me?" I bit my bottom lip as I looked at her, and she blushed.

"Boy bye, ain't nobody checking for you"

"Yeah ok, you look beautiful though"

"Thank you, I need to get going, told Jade I would meet her there"

"I'll see you later on this week"

"Ok, bye Main Event" She gave me her signature smile as she hung up the phone.

* Later on that week *

Druitt POV

I made sure all my guest rooms were cleaned and bathrooms were stocked up, as Jey and his brothers were on their way in town for smackdown tonight.

As I was finishing stocking the snack cabinet, I got a notification on my phone that a car was pulling up. I looked at my cameras and seen the brothers, and to my surprise Trinity hopping out their SUV.

I quickly made my way outside, as everyone was walking up the walkway.

"TRINNY" I ran and hugged her jumping up into her arms.

"DRUUUU, Hey boo"

"Dang, well hello to you too"

I jumped down and turned to the brothers, "sorry hey y'all come on in"

I lead everybody into the house, hearing collective gasps ring out.

"Dang sis, your crib is nice"

"You got all this crib by yourself?"

"Thanks y'all, most of the time my mom comes into town and stays here when I am not home"

I gave everyone a tour, and the boys got really hyped once they seen the game room.

"Sis you got it all" Joseph said as he was looking through the various games.

"Yeah I really made this room for when my brother comes with my mom, I play a few games myself"

"I got to talk to Xavier, and get you on to UpUpDownDown" said Jey

I laughed as I showed everyone where they will be sleeping, then everyone dispersed to their rooms to settle in before having to leave for the arena, leaving me and Jey.

"Well Mr. Main Event, since you just can't bare to sleep without me, I figured you would want to room together"

Jey turned and smirked at me "just say you want me to sleep with you"

"Oh I have another room if you would like" Jey quickly held up his hands.

"I'm just playin with you" I laughed and lead him to my room.

"You can put your stuff in my closet" He quickly put his stuff away.

"You tagging along for smackdown?"

"Yeah I figured I might as well go, hang out backstage" I quickly put on my shoes. Since I was just coming to chill, I just put on a relaxed outfit.

"Yeet" He grabbed his gear bag and we met everyone downstairs. We quickly load the SUV and drove the 30 minutes to the arena.

Once we were there, we greeted everyone and immediately went into the boys locker room. As they got ready, me and Trin decided to go to catering.

We got some food and sat down at an empty table.

"Thank you for letting us stay at your crib, I didn't get to say that earlier"

I shook my head at her, "It's no problem, y'all like family so it is really no issue"

Trin gave me a look, "we could really be family if you and Jey stop playing"

"Ok, I will admit it to you, I am feeling Jey but it is just flirting back and forth" I shrugged my shoulders "If he really wanted me, wouldn't he have made a move by now?"

"No because y'all are both stubborn and don't want to make the first move" I rolled my eyes, "and you know I am right"

"Well as of right now, we are just friends and that is what it is seeming going to be"

We which topics, until we were approached by someone.

"Well I didn't think I would get to see you back on my show" I turned and saw Bayley.

I stood up, getting in her face. "last time I checked, before I was drafted, I ran SmackDown, this was my show"

We stared at each other and then broke into laughter hugging each other.

"How are you Pamela?"

"I am good, better now that I see both my girls" She went over and gave Trin a hug as well. "How are you squirt"

I rolled my eyes as her and Trin laughed, knowing I hated that nickname. "I am doing good, just coming to support y'all since you're in the city"

"Bet, it was good seeing y'all, I need to go to makeup since we the first segment" she gave us a hug as she wave goodbye.

Trin and I finished our lunch and headed back into the boys locker room. Jey was just getting finished taping his hand as we walked in.

We turned on the TV as the show began, with Damage CTRL coming out starting the show. After about 20 minutes, Jimmy and Solo had to go, as Jimmy had a match against LA Knight.

*End of Show- Jey's Dark Match*

Jey was preparing for his Dark Match against Gunther. The brothers pumping him up.

"You got this Uce!" After he did his few little pushups and dapping up his brothers, the production assistant came in telling Jey it was time.

He came over to me and we did our handshake we made up some time ago.

"Go get em' Main Event"

"Yeet!" he handed me his phone as he walked out the door. I put his phone in my back pocket.

We watched Jey's match on a monitor, conversing with each other. That was until I felt a phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out thinking it was mine.

I soon realized it was Jey's phone and he had a message come through.

Jeyce Mom 😒

"Please Jey, all I want is my family back and be apart of our son's life"

"Whenever you get a chance please call me"

Some many thoughts were running through my mind.

Son?!! Family?!!

Who the hell is Jeyce Mom?!!

I quickly put his phone back in my pocket as I saw the match ended. He came back into the locker room shortly, everyone congratulating him on his match. He came over and I put on a poker face.

"Great match Main Event"

"Thanks ma" I handed his phone back to him and stepped aside to let him get ready so we can head back to my house.

Why wouldn't he tell me he had a son?

Is this Jeyce Mom girl his girlfriend? Has he been flirting with me this whole time and he has a whole family?

I must of been zoned out as Trin nudged my shoulder, "you good girl?"

I turned to her, giving her my best fake smile "yeah Im good"

What do you think Druitt is going to do?

Think she will push Jey away?

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[blues824]

I've seen Carrie White!Reader x Housewardens request in your list and this gave me an idea. How about Upper Moons with Carrie White!Reader? Basically, they were isekai'd in kny world, spent there some time and eventually met them (reader at this moment is 18 years old). How they would react on their personality, powers and backstory?

Are you okay? I just read the whole novel for this and I want to know if you are genuinely okay?

Trigger Warning: Manipulation, toxic relationships

Muzan Kibutsuji

He wanted you to channel that anger towards the Demon Slayer Corps. He wanted you to see the boy with the hanafuda earrings as one of the students who had bullied you since the first grade. He wanted to manipulate you so that your power and your ability to walk in the sun would be used for his purpose.

However, he eventually found himself falling for you. You were terribly naive, something he really liked because he could do as he wished and you didn’t mind it. He would typically hand you a flower or put a flower behind your ear to kind of distract you from the blood on your hands.

As your relationship continued, he noticed that any affection he showed you was typically shot down as a prank. He asked you what happened one day, and you spilled everything. He had already known of your abilities, but he was absolutely appalled at the actions of humankind, and he’s a sadistic demon… that’s saying a lot.

Douma

Your abilities were very intriguing to him. It’s not every day that you see a human with telekinetic abilities. I wouldn’t say he’s very manipulative about it, but he’s very definitely impressed. Plus, you could walk in the sun! As a result, he often asks you to go get things that he can’t during the day.

When he realized that he was in love with you, he was very excited. You were a very naive human, having been raised super religiously. You practically worshiped him and considered him a god, so your dedication was already there. It wasn’t too hard to start courting you, as he manipulated your ignorance so that you would think that he knew what was best for you.

Then, one way or another, he found out about your horrible backstory. You poor thing. He often pulled you into his arms and just made sure that you felt properly loved: a feeling you have never felt before. You became addicted to the feeling, even if Mama had said that feelings like this were sinful.

Akaza

You were probably one of the strongest humans he had ever met, and your relationship started with respect. He liked being around strong people, so you were perfect for him. It didn’t come as a surprise to him when he desired to court you, but you were surprised and he was confused.

The only thing that he thought was your ‘curse’ was how innocent you were. You really didn’t understand how the world works. So, he took it upon himself to act as your protector. After all, a gorgeous thing like yourself shouldn’t be wandering about this cruel and dark world.

Once he had found out about your horrible past, he was angry beyond belief. How could 15 and 16 year-olds be so cruel as to do that to you? They needed to be mentally evaluated, if you asked him. But, he was proud of you when you had told him what you did to them. 

Daki

She thought you were high-key dangerous because your emotions triggered your abilities, but to be fair she is the same way. The only thing is that you were human and you could walk in the sun, so you both were technically on equal grounds of power.

When she started having those specific feelings for you, she often portrayed it in making sure you ate as much as you wanted because she knows that food brings you comfort. You were her human from that point on and she wanted to make sure you knew that even if she didn’t say it directly.

The moment you told her about what happened back in your world, she was also very angry. Those bitches had the audacity to tell her significant other that they were a pig?? She’s suddenly feeling very hungry. She’ll be right back.

Gyutaro

He was envious of your powers as a human because if he had those powers then all these no-good bastards would be gone by now. There would be no Demon Slayer Corps. There would be no use of the war going on between demon slayers and demons.

When he developed feelings for you, he was frustrated because he thought you would never accept him. However, you felt like he was the one that was picked out for you before you were even born, so he was glad because you accepted him even though he wasn’t the best-looking.

But this happiness faded when you laughed about a memory that you recalled about being harshly rejected and made fun of back in your world. If you weren’t there to calm him down with your peacefully oblivious disposition, and if your abusers weren’t already dead, then he would have gladly went to kill them without remorse.

[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Nine: MADMAX

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,611 Warnings: lil’ bit more angst, fluff if you squint Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get more Dusty in this episode!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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October 28, 1984. Just a few days before Halloween. Was I excited? Hell no. Halloween really isn’t my favorite time of the year. Mainly because the last two years, I’ve spent a good portion of my Halloween nights from around 11pm to 1am in a jail cell, not booked.

Anyway, I was sitting on my bed reading a book and listening to my favorite record when I heard Dustin walk down the hall saying, “Son of a bitch,” over and over again. Sighing, I got up and followed him through the house, trying to see, as well as asking, what he was looking for.

When we made it into the living room, he started looking in the couch cushions. “Another stupid penny.” He threw it, causing our cat to meow.

“Dusty, watch it!” Mom said. “You almost hit Mews.”

“Can I please check under your cushions?”

“Dustyyy.”

“Mom, please! It’s an emergency!” he whined.

They sarcastically moaned at each other as Mom got up.

“Why do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what, Livvie?” she asked.

“Give in to him.”

“Livvie,” she warned.

I put my hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry.”

“Love you, Mom,” Dustin said. “Liv, come here.”

“No.”

I went back into my room to continue reading. I didn’t make it a whole chapter before Dustin came bursting into my room. “Liv, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door, grabbing Mom’s car keys as he did. “We’ll be back later!”

“Dustin, what the–”

“Drive me to the arcade,” he said. 

I gave him a look that read excuse me?

“Please.”

“Well, since you dragged me out here, I guess I have no choice.” When we got in the car, I started it up and made my way to the local arcade, Dustin trying to make small talk on the way.

“Thanks,” he said. “You don’t have to stay, though. You can go see Steve.”

Steve and I started hanging out again after the events that went down last year. It was nice. He made time for me again which was something I definitely wasn’t used to when he became King of Hawkins High.

Was he still King? Yes. Was I still Queen? Unfortunately, yes. I didn’t want to be Queen and told people to direct that title to Nancy, since she was Steve’s queen. They all ignored me. But, it’s whatever. I’m getting used to it.

Steve and I had those sleepovers last year for a few months. Nancy walked in on us sleeping one morning, and confronted us both about it. We explained that it meant nothing and that we were just friends. We did it more as a comfort thing and all we did was sleep and nothing else. She was upset for a few days, but she didn’t really have room to talk since she was still hanging out with Jonathan when she wasn’t with Steve.

It was nice for things to be back to normal, but feelings that I was sure weren't there… ended up being there. When I stayed at Steve’s one night over the summer after a party, I thought long and hard about it. I even went as far as making a list that just confirmed everything. But I wasn’t about to let those feelings show.

“Dusty, I don’t wanna go see Steve,” I said. “I wanna spend time with you.”

“At the arcade?” he asked, incredulously.

“Yes. At the arcade.”

When I pulled into a parking spot, I noticed Joyce’s car sitting in a spot, so I walked over to her just as Will was getting out. I told Will that I would be inside in a moment and then I said hey to Joyce, telling her that I’d give Will a ride home if she or Jonathan didn’t come sooner.

When I walked inside, I immediately found all four boys at the game Dragon’s Lair.

Dustin played for a while before the cartoon princess… person said to use some magic sword. “Oh, I’m in uncharted territory here, guys.” “Down, down, down,” the boys yelled.

“I’m going, I’m going!”

They were all directing Dustin on which way to go as I just stood and watched the screen, the animated characters not doing what Dustin was wanting them to do, which resulted in his character dying.

“No, no, no!” Dustin exclaimed. “I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!”

I giggled at Dustin’s antics, not really upset that he was using such language. Like I had room to talk.

“You’re just not nimble enough,” Lucas said. “But you’ll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“Whatever,” I said. “At least he’s still good in Centipede, while I’m the reigning champ on Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?” Keith asked. 

I quickly turned around, looking at him, watching as he munched on Cheetos Puffs. “What?” When it hit me like a bus, I said, “You’re fucking kidding me,” and ran to the gaming console that became my stress relief over the summer.

Seeing the score above mine made me furious. “No, no, no!”

“They beat you by 300 points!” Mike said.

“751,300 points!” Will said.

“No one’s been able to top my score of 751,000 for months!” I exclaimed. I went searching for Keith, which I didn’t need to because he followed us. “You tell me who the hell MADMAX is right now, Keith!”

“Yeah, spill it, Keith!” Dustin said.

“You want information, then I need something in return,” Keith said.

We all turned to look at Mike, who was looking at me. “Don’t you dare look at me,” I whispered.

“No, no, no. No way,” Mike said. “You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Mike, come on,” Lucas said. “Just get him the date.”

“I’m not prostituting my sister!”

“But it’s for a good cause!” Lucas and I exclaimed.

“No, don’t get him the date,” Dustin said. “Ya’know what, he’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family.”

“Acne isn’t a rash,” I whispered.

“And it’s not contagious, you prepubescent wastoid!” Keith said.

Stepping in front of Dustin, who had an arm in front of me, I said, “Hey, no one insults my brother or these snot nosed pre-teens but me, you understand?”

“Liv, calm down,” Dustin said.

“You can’t go back to the station,” Mike said.

“I’ll have his head mounted on a stick!” I exclaimed.

Mike and Lucas had their hands and arms in front of me and on me, trying to keep me from killing Keith, who just stood there like this happens every week… because it does happen every week between him and I.

“Okay,” I said, still feeling everyone’s hands on me. “Okay. Okay! I’m good.” I turned around to walk outside when I noticed that Will wasn’t around. Worry instantly hit me like a bus as I looked for him. When I saw that he was outside, I walked out, saying his name. 

When he turned to face me, I asked him if he was okay.

“Yeah, I just…” he said. “I just needed some air.”

I nodded. “Me, too. I was about to rip Keith’s head off.”

“Again?” he chuckled.

I chuckled with him, “Yeah. Come on. Let’s see if you can beat my score on Dig Dug.”

He smiled. “You’re on!”

~~~

I had to go to the station the next morning to log in some community service hours since I got “busted” for “shoplifting”. The charge was bullshit. Carol had put something in my bag without me knowing and got me busted for something I didn’t do.

I watched as Murray Bauman followed Hop through the station, as well as Flo following Hop. She took his cigarette out of his mouth and put it down, which I picked it up and took a drag from it. She then took the donut from him and gave him an apple.

Blowing out the smoke from another puff I took, I said, “Ya’know that doesn’t do you any good, Flo.”

Putting the cigarette out, she replied, “And I’ll do the same with you.”

Hop walked closer as he was telling Murray that he had five minutes to talk to him and not a second more before he looked at me and said, “Liv, go to school.”

I sighed and picked up my bag, telling Flo, “Duty calls.”

What I didn’t expect to see was Steve and Nancy parked outside. I walked up to them, confused, as Nancy rolled her window down. “Uhh, y’all here to file a complaint against someone?”

Nancy chuckled. “No. We’re here to pick you up.”

I furrowed my brows a little. “That’s very generous of you, thank you.” I got in the backseat and brought out my homework that I missed last night to finish doing, making small conversation with Steve and Nancy on the way while stealing glances at Steve.

I was done with my homework by the time we got to the school, so when Steve brought out some papers to discuss with Nancy, I was fixing my makeup and playing with my hair in the rearview mirror.

“It’s crap, I know,” he said.

“No, it’s not crap,” Nancy lied. She looked at the papers again, skimming over them.

“It’s… not good.”

“Let me see,” I said, reaching over to grab the papers from Nancy as she said, “It’s going to be.”

“This needs major reorganizing,” I muttered. “Nance, let me see your pen.”

She handed it to me and I started to write some suggestions.

“Hope it’s okay I mark on this,” I said, focusing on what I was reading.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said.

“Okay,” I said, leaning forward. “So, in the first–”

“Liv,” Nancy said, softly.

I looked at her, seeing with her eyes that she wanted to be the one to help him. I nodded and handed her the papers back, as well as her pen. Going back to messing with my hair, I sighed.

“In the first paragraph, you used the basketball game versus Northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great, but then around here where Liv marked, you started talking about your granddad’s experiences in the war. And I– I– I just don’t see how they’re connected.”

“It connects because…” Steve said. “Because, ya’know, we both won.”

“Steve,” I whispered, hanging my head for a moment.

“Should I start from scratch?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure who he was talking about, so I looked up, seeing his eyes connect to mine in the mirror. “No. Just rewrite it and talk about the basketball metaphor. When’s the deadline?”

“It’s tomorrow for early application. Can you come and help me tonight?”

“She can’t,” Nancy said, without missing a beat.

We both looked at her, at least mine asking why. “We have our dinner tonight, remember,” she said, looking dead at Steve.

Nancy and I were on touch and go terms. When we both were around Steve, it was like she was fighting for his attention, but when it was just her and I, Steve wasn’t mentioned and we were like the best of friends.

Steve sighed, saying, “Oh, my god!”

“We already canceled last week,” Nancy said.

Tension. That’s all I felt was tension whenever I was with them.

“You don’t have to go,” she said. “Just work on this.”

“What’s the point?” Steve asked, grabbing the papers from Nancy. He crumbled them up as Nancy and I told him to calm down.

“I’m calm,” he said. “I’m calm. I’m just being honest. Ya’know, I mean… I’ll just end up working for my dad anyway.”

“That’s not true,” Nancy and I said, albeit she was a little louder. 

“I don’t know, Nance, is that such a bad thing?” he asked, as I sat back. “There’s insurance and benefits and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, ya’know, I could be around for your senior year.”

“Steeeeeve,” Nancy said.

“Just to look after you for a bit. Make sure you don’t forget about this pretty face and stuff.”

Nancy chuckled as I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, trying to hide a tear that wanted to fall from my waterline.

“Nance, I’m serious.”

I was unsuccessful as I watched from the corner of my eye Steve lean over and kiss Nancy.

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I love you, too,” Nance replied.

An engine revving had my attention. I quickly wiped the tear away as I opened the door and stood up, leaning my arms against the top.

Everyone in the parking lot watched as a beautiful blue Camaro pulled up and parked into a spot, a little red-headed girl getting out and skateboarding to the middle school.

A dirty blonde boy with a mullet got out, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it off and heading into the school.

I hadn’t noticed that my tongue was running across the corner of my top lip before Nancy got my attention. “Hmm? What?”

“Wipe the drool,” she said.

“But check out that ass, Nance,” I said. “Look at it go.”

~~~

After third period, I hunted Tina down, wanting one of those orange flyers I was seeing around school. Once I had one, I went hunting for Steve, knowing he already knew about it, but couldn’t find him.

I did find Jonathan and Nancy, however, so I walked up to them right as Nancy handed him a flier.

“You’re coming to this,” she said.

“Come and get sheet faced,” Jonathan read. “No, I’m not.”

As Nancy was telling Jonathan that she just couldn’t let him sit at home alone on Halloween, people were saying hey to left and right. Was it because of the Queen status I apparently held? Yes. Was I used to it? No. Was I getting used to it? Eh, kinda.

Jonathan telling Nancy that he was taking Will trick or treating brought me back.

“No, you’re not,” I chuckled. “Let me predict this for a second. You’re gonna be home by 8, listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut, or whatever the hell you read.”

“Sounds like a nice night,” he said, a small smile on his face. The smile I held died at seeing Steve sneak around the corner from Nancy’s locker where we stopped.

“Jonathan, just come,” Nancy said. “I mean, who knows, you might even meet someone.” Her words were cut off by Steve wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away from her locker. She turned around, shoving his shoulder while telling him to take his sunglasses off as I felt a hand on my back.

I sighed and looked at Jonathan as Steve was telling Nancy he missed her. He leaned his head closer to mine as he said, “He’ll come around one day. Don’t worry.”

~~~

As I was sitting on my bed doing my homework, my personal landline rang. Confused, I picked it up and answered, “Hello?”

“Can you come with us tonight?”

I sighed. “Why? So that I can drive while you two fu–”

“Okay, that was one time and it was… unexpected.” 

“Yeah, because no guy in their right mind would just get a random raging boner,” I said.

“Happens more often than you think.”

“Gross, Steve.” After a few seconds of silence, I sighed. “Fine. What time?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you, I’ll pick you up soon,” he rushed.

I couldn’t even get my next words out before he hung up. “Oh, okay..” I sighed again, getting off my bed and putting on a jacket and my shoes. When I made it to the living room, Mom asked where I was going. I lied and told her that Steve wanted me to help him with some homework, which she believed.

A few minutes later, Steve showed up with Nancy in tow. Being around the both of them was awkward enough, and I had been doing it a lot lately. I said my hellos and got comfortable in the backseat. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep until I felt a hand on my knee, softly shaking me.

“Liv, wake up,” Steve’s voice said. “We’re here.”

I opened my eyes, breathing in deep before I leaned my head up to get out of the car. 

Steve, Nancy and I walked down the walkway to Barb’s front door. We all stood there for a moment before Steve asked, “Okay. Ready?”

“Yeah,” Nancy answered. “Liv?”

I looked up from staring at my shoes to Nancy, my brain taking a moment to process what she asked. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. Let’s do this.” I sighed, putting my hands in my jacket pockets.

Steve sighed, “Okay,” and rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Holland answered the door, surprised to see me standing with Steve and Nance. Once we went inside and took our jackets off, we hung them on the coat rack before following Mrs. Holland into the dining room, KFC buckets sitting on the table.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to cook,” Mrs. Holland said. “I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, ‘oh, my god, it’s five o’clock.’”

I chuckled as Nancy said, “It’s fine. It’s great,” while Steve said, “Right. I love KFC.” I felt their eyes on me as I put a biscuit and a piece of chicken on my plate. Looking at them, Nancy’s eyes were wide as she waited for me to answer. “O-oh,” I stuttered. “Yeah, this is great.”

Making conversation, Nancy said, “So, I noticed a For Sale sign out in your yard. Is-is that the neighbors, or…”

Mr. and Mrs. Holland looked at each other for a moment before Mrs. Holland said, “You wanna tell them.”

“Go ahead,” Mr. Holland replied.

Mrs. Holland looked back at Nancy. “We hired a man named Murray Bauman. Have either of you heard of him?” She looked between the three of us.

I stopped mid-chew, seeing Nancy and Steve’s eyes on me. I swallowed my bite before taking a sip of my drink. “Yes. I kinda know him. He’s been coming into the station on a daily or weekly basis.”

“We haven’t,” Nancy said.

“He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago-Sun Times,” Mrs. Holland explained.

“He’s pretty well-known,” Mr. Holland said, handing Steve Murray’s business card.

“Anyway, he’s free-lance now, and he agreed to take the case.”

“That’s… that’s great,” Steve said, mouth full of food. “No, that’s really… that’s great, right?” He looked at Nancy as he paused for a moment.

“Uhm, what exactly does that mean?” Nancy asked.

“Means he’s gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop–” Mr. Holland said.

I cleared my throat, to give Mr. Holland a chance to redeem himself… since almost everyone in town knows about me doing community service at the station. Mrs. Holland put her hand on her husband’s arm.

He looked in my direction, saying, “Sorry.” He exhaled. “What the Hawkins police haven’t been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case.”

I put my napkin to my mouth, clearing my throat. Feeling something lightly hit the tip of my shoe, I looked from my plate up to Steve, seeing in his eyes that he doesn’t want me to start anything. “Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to get some air.”

Steve and Nancy both whispered my name, but I ignored it as I put my napkin down on the table and went to the front door, getting my jacket and putting it on. Once the cool, fall weather hit my face, I took in a deep breath before walking back down the walkway towards Steve’s car. I laid myself on the hood and looked up at the stars. 

I guess I had fallen asleep again because I woke up to Steve softly saying my name again.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“What?” I asked, groggily. 

“You keep falling asleep,” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up. “I’m fine. I guess I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

He sighed and leaned on the car next to me, asking, “Nightmares again?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s the weirdest thing. I’m not dreaming about that anymore. It’s… it’s something else.”

“Like what?”

I was quiet for a moment before he nudged my shoulder, saying, “Come on, tell me.”

I chuckled before saying, “Okay, I’m not gonna go into detail or anything, but let’s just say that I wake up from these dreams… breaking a small sweat.”

Looking at him, I saw the confusion on his face. I laughed, like, actually laughed for the first time in a really long time. “Do I need to break it down for you?”

He looked at me like he needed me to explain, causing me to laugh again. “What are you dreaming about?” “Sex, Steve,” I laughed. “I’ve been dreaming about sex.”

It almost felt like jealousy was coming off of him because he slightly stiffened before asking, “With who?”

“I’m not telling you!” I quietly exclaimed, the smile never leaving my face.

It was nice to sit here with Steve like this. Just talking and laughing… being best friends again. But, it was nice while it lasted because a throat clearing had both of us looking at the responsible party; Nancy.

Steve quickly got off the hood and stood up, as did I. I could tell she was upset, and not wanting to poke the bear, I made my way to the backseat, where I fell asleep on the way home… again.

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Posted on January 7, 2024

[im-out-of-it]

part 24 (I will fucking scream if this turns into 50 parts lmao) of season 2, episode 18 “awake, arise, and be forever fallen” continued jace being dumb as fuck

170. CAN I HUG MAIA NOW

171. doing a happy one of Maia + Simon (they deserve all the happiness)

172. I don’t like seeing my girl sad

173. I’m not sure what story Simon was expecting but he definitely wasn’t expecting my girlfriend got abused by her possessive insane psycho ex who turned her into a werewolf and left her alone to deal with her transformations without any support kind of story

174. our favorite they really aren’t dating but want them to date friends bonding

175. Clary: I’m solving this by myself bitches

176. I’m not saying I needed Izzy and clary to date but they have some chemistry and it would’ve been nice for the show to take some fucking risks for once. but I guess they did that by making Malec the stars lmao

177. ugh fuck, he’s back. Jonathon is like he thinks he can kill me lmao

jonathon: OH CUTE HE THINKS HE CAN EASILY TAKE ME IN HIS CHILDISH DREAMS

178. I’m not saying that jace can’t kill jonathon but what it comes down to is looking at things fairly. over here at let’s bond over show Malec and hate clace discussion lists bitchfest and shitposting LLC, I try to be fair on all counts. I look at each and every side as much as possible. so in order to do that, you have to be willing to admit everyone’s strengths and weaknesses

179. Jonathon was trained in Hell. LITERALLY FUCKING HELL. he was also trained by valentine, a mass murderer who cares for no one but his own visions. (no one ever gave jonathon good positive role models. he was only trained to use his strength for killing) Jace was trained by valentine but also the lightwoods aka hodge for a time. yeah he has talent but jace doesn’t use his brain. he’s so quick to think that he’s the best because that’s what’s everyone tells him. I doubt growing up with Alec and Izzy besides Alec, no one ever told him “hey Jace you’re actually not that great and the only reason you still live is because Alec had to babysit your risky ass” like I seriously doubt it and I’m sure Alec joked with him but I sincerely doubt anyone ever meant it

180. so while I do think jace could beat Jonathan, he’s so quick in thinking he doesn’t have any weaknesses unless you count clary. everyone acts as if he’s the best soldier even though we all know he would be dead if Alec didn’t exist or care. but jonathon can be cocky as well. but I wouldn’t say he’s as cocky as jace is. he didn’t really have people in his ear telling him he’s the best or constantly saving his ass. I do think jonathon thinks he’s also the best but it doesn’t come off as aggressive as when jace does it. Jonathon saves himself unless you count Lilith in season three. and these two psycho men have so much in common but act like the other is completely different. you have to admit that jace and jonathon have similarities which shine more in the books

181. also speaking about the books, it’s been years since I’ve read them and I honestly can’t remember if Maia talks much about Jordan but I do remember the whole thing being kind of swept over. I also remember Izzy being great there. but it’s still done a bit better in the show- I still can’t sand the lets redeem Jordan because frankly, he doesn’t deserve it (I think she more doesn’t want to date him in the books so I may have this switched but I blocked those traumatic ass books from my memory for a reason)

182. the funny thing about this discussion with jonathon and jace is the fact that jace thinks out of all the millions in the world that only he can kill jonathon. does nobody remember when Alec killed a greater demon???????? A FUCKING PRINCE OF HELL????? someone who even jonathon said was extremely impossible to do SOMETHING Alec accomplished without difficulty

183. Jace clearly thinks he’s the best and a lot of the times he acts like Alec doesn’t exist. we all know he wants to kill jonathon mainly so he can have clary to himself and so he can be out of clary’s life

184. but let’s not forget when Alec killed a prince of hell who ranks higher than a demonic shadowhunter. princes of hell are on the highest levels of demons. we all love Magnus but he’s a son of a prince of hell. I would imagine Magnus is slightly more powerful than a shadowhunter who has demon blood

185. but of course leave it up to everyone to make jace feel as he’s the strongest more capable shadowhunter out there. yes he lived with Valentine for 10 years but jace is incapable of following orders and does what he wants in the moment. even if Alec said don’t do this, jace is still going to do what HE WANTS. and HE THINKS he’s the only one capable of killing jonathon. motherfucker couldn’t even kill Valentine in season one (which I get he thought valentine was his father) but point is, he’s not as great as he seems to think he is

186. AND THE FUNNIEST PART FOR ME IS HE FALLS FOR THE DUMBEST SHIT

186. A TEXT MESSAGE. he could’ve called Alec and asked hey is max really dead but he falls for the dumbest shit possible. I get why he’s scared (even though he couldn’t give two shits about max before any of this) but it’s just another example of how jace doesn’t think, he just acts

so I’m stopping at 188 and I think that’s all the completed parts I can get today with 15 minutes remaining and we still have a lot of ground to cover. mainly Malecs breakup but I’m going to at least start another one and then do more tomorrow. hopefully y’all are having fun and aren’t mad at me for doing too much but if you are, I’m not saying sorry because now you got to see more content so you’re welcome 😇 (I lowkey am sorry) see y’all soon 🥹

[domnorian]

How does isekaied Luthor get along with his companions?

Oh boy, it's gonna be a long one. I'm gonna make a list in order of appearance.

First, let me tell you that for ALL the companions, Lex WILL adapt his personality to be sure they will stay by his side. Because he's a manipulative bitch. But I guess everyone knew that already.

Lae'zel : She's an alien. And an alien from a species that tries to conquer the galaxy. So of course Lex first reaction to her and her people was not particularly friendly. But the fact she get things done, she's strong and efficient, made him quickly change his mind. He realized she was a very helpful asset. He also started asking questions about her people, to learn more about them because he's a giant nerd. Lae'zel quickly showed an interest in him: Lex is strong, charismatic (16 in charisma helps), smart and pragmatic, so of course she fell hard for him. And since it was just about sex and no feelings attached, Lex went with it. Lex still would betray Lae'zel if she wasn't enough of an asset for him anymore though. Lucky for her, she is pretty useful. He made sure to make her see what her Queen really was. And I think Lae'zel would now follow him until the end of times.

Shadowheart : Yes, Lex saved her on the mindflayer ship. For the same reason that he agreed to take all the others with him: he is aware he needs all the help he can get. So he opened her pod, hoping she could prove useful or throw her on a mindflayer to be able to escape. Fortunately, she was useful. The main issue is that Shadowheart tends to trust the wrong kind of persons, as you must know. And Lex is no exception. He did try many times to steal the artifact from her but failed. The fact she was avoiding telling the truth, though, that annoyed Lex pretty badly. When she finally revealed who she was, he at first was sceptical about her religion, but eventually showed great interest in Shar (you know, the whole "hope is pointless" was the moment he decided her religion wasn't so bad). Since Shadowheart was used to people hating on her cult, she was pleasantly surprised and well... let's just say she likes Lex. She approves his decisions most of the time and regrets hiding the truth from him since he's so trustworthy and comprehensive (lol). I think deep down she knows who he really is... but in the full meaning of it. She sees a broken man who will fight until the end to get what he wants. I think she pities him in some way.

Astarion : I was actually not that surprised when I realized Astarion and Lex wouldn't get along really well. Sure, Astarion approves Lex's decisions most of the time. But he still disapproves when Lex asks him to fuck off. Which is pretty often. For Lex, Astarion is annoying and clearly tries way too hard to get his nose into Lex's business. Also, the fact he hid he was a vampire. I wouldn't say Lex hates him, though. They have a relationship that looks more like siblings bickering. Astarion likes to mess with Lex and Lex likes to remind Astarion who's boss and who's the man who gave his blood so Astarion could finally be useful. I think maybe Astarion doesn't trust Lex because he reminds him too much of Cazador.

Gale : Ha. Gale. Poor darling. He really was right when he told Lex that he made him worse. Lex has a very bad influence on Gale. And Gale knows it. But he also knows he has no choice but to follow Lex to survive. He really is the one companion I'm truly sad about. He knew from the beginning that Lex was bad news but he went with it anyway. They both try to be civil with one another. Lex is a very good student to Gale and always listen to him when he talks about magic. Because for Lex, magic is science unexplained. And he's dying to find an explanation.

Wyll : Lex tried his best to manipulate Wyll. Only to fail again and again. Wyll isn't dumb, he sees clearly that Lex isn't a hero but is a selfish bastard with too much ambition. Lex thinks Wyll is an annoying goody two-shoes. When Wyll left after they attacked the emerald grove, Lex was relieved.

Karlach : Lex and Karlach didn't interact much. Lex did try to manipulate her as well but she too left camp after they attacked the emerald grove.

Minthara : She and Lex are adorable. In a creepy kinda way. That's all I'm gonna say for now because I will post screenshots of them later I think.

Halsin : Believe it or not, Halsin is still alive. He reminded Lex too much of Clark to be able to kill him from the get go. So Lex made sure the goblins already left the place when he rescued Halsin. Of course, Lex lied and didn't tell him he was with the goblins at the time. Halsin left, trying to reach the grove in time. Lex told him: "good luck". Maybe he did have luck because Lex didn't find Halsin on the battleground. He's hoping Halsin left and is still alive somewhere.

That's it for now. It may evolve as I progress into the game.

[magnificentcenturyfics]

Am I The Asshole? - Topkapi Edition

Unfortunately for @faintingheroine I just... Could not bring myself to fulfill her request. I am sorry, it just wasn't very inspiring! But I wrote this as a replacement/apology. Basically, this one is just the Magnificent Century universe, only with the addition of Reddit. Don't think about it too hard.

Disclaimer: Usernames here aren't always super clear, so I am going to just relay here who is who, both the obvious and not-so-obvious ones. ButterflyPrincess - Hatice FeelLikeABot - Nigar Genghiskhanwithteats1001 - Aybige manfromparga - Ibrahim (d'oh) M&MCustodian - Süleyman moonofdestiny500 - Mahidevran Moonlover69 - Gülşah RoyalTurqoise7 - Şah smilingsultana - Hürrem thebossakinci - Bali Bey

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AITA for taking revenge on my friend for sleeping with my boyfriend? by user smilingsultana So, about a year ago I (18F) entered the harem of some powerful dude (30?M) and met this really nice, chill girl (19F), who is even from the same region as me??? We instantly hit it off, we even slept next to each other in the servant’s quarters, it was pretty great. A few months in, our master noticed me and WTF he was so dreamy??? I mean yeah he’s also very generous to his favourites haha but that’s besides the point. The thing is, he fell in love with me like immediately, and I am also crazy for him. He jokes around with me, gives me gifts, does really unspeakable things in bed, the whole package. There was some drama with his family, but from the way he talks to me, I thought he won’t even look at another woman again. Especially when I became pregnant! He even nursed me back to health, three times, because did mention his family are a fucking bag of dicks (except for his sister she’s cool)?! But whatever, this isn’t about them.

The point is, remember that best friend I mentioned before? Well, you know that war that we had recently, the one where we took Belgrade and everything? My master left shortly before I learned I am pregnant, and when I came back, I was pretty far along, I think like seven and a half month in? So he gave me my own room, attendants and everything, and my friends was one of those attendants. I thought it’s gonna be great, she will stay with me forever and they are never going to send her away because she’s too old to serve or some junk. But shortly before I gave birth, she started acting suspiciously. For one, she converted to islam, and I know you’ll be asking „but op isn’t this a good thing that she turned away from the false faith?“ – well no, because the moment I learned what she did I knew she got this idea from me. And I converted mostly to please my master. The red flags were just blaring in my mind, but if you’ve ever been pregnant, then you know that this kind of thing is usually pretty low on one’s list of priorities shortly before giving birth. Besides, I thought it would be a bit of a dick move to worry about her stealing my man, like, she would never, and also, how would she even do that when she’s always by my side? So, when I started going into labor in the middle of the night, I thought she would be there to help... But then I couldn’t find her anywhere??? I searched for her for what felt like an eternity, I almost gave birth on the ground of a palace corridor, and she only turned up the next morning! I was too happy to really be pissed off, because you know, I just had my baby boy, and I almost kinda forgave her.

Then one of my other attendants told me that my master had another concubine with him that night – I wasn’t quite convinced it was my friend, but you can bet that when I ordered her to find the woman from last night, I choked the bitch real good. Just as a warning, you know? And that bitch had the audacity to tell me to „let it go“ because master does whatever he wants or something. Well, I wasn’t going to kill him, but that bitch, so I could care less about that. Then my friend disappeared on the same night they told me not to disturb the master, because there’s another girl with him and... I mean, you don’t need to be a genius to figure that little mystery out, you get me? That morning, I woke up to my friend coming back to my rooms, with sable furs around her neck (did I mention that my boyfriend recently gave me the exact same furs as a gift, because he did) and a big smile on her face as she admired it in the mirror. So of course I lost my shit. I only realized I should’ve been more subtle when there was this big hulabaloo around the fact that I said I am going to kill her (which I didn’t even really mean that way, like sure I wanted to beat the shit out of her and cause her grievious bodily harm, but that’s about it), and in the end I only got a few slaps in, so of course that didn’t satisfy my thirst for revenge.

That day, I visited a mirrormaking workshop. The mirrormaker mentioned that I shouldn’t touch this one chemical (don’t remember the name, only that it was this transparent liquid), because it’s dangerous, which gave me an idea. During my initial freakout, I took out my friend’s sable stole; now I was going to return it to her, but of course poisoned with that chemical (which I stole beforehand). And it worked like charm! My friend woke up with her face utterly ruined, and I was happy at first, because now our master defo won’t call her to his bed again! But when my revenge was finished and my thirst for blood satisfied, I looked at the situation with clearer eyes, and I felt so guilty? Like I could’ve killed her??? Which, I thought I wanted to kill her, but maybe not? Like yes what she had done is fucking inexcusable, but now I can’t even really hate her because I put her in the fucking hospital and she’s suffering so much, I... Did I go too far this time? Please help.

COMMENTS

FeelsLikeABot YTA. YTA AS ALL HELL. WTF, THAT WAS TIN AMALGAM? THAT THING CONTAINS MERCURY??? YOU ABSOLUTELY COULD’VE KILLED HER.

moonofdestiny500 NTA! That bitch absolutely had it coming lol - Moonlover69 Agreed! Fuck that whore.

ButterflyPrincess Uh, can we talk about the fact that you literally made your friend one of your attendants?! I mean I feel like just that makes you an asshole. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for having cordials relationship with staff, but... That cordial? Especially when she was your friend BEFORE she became your servant? - manfromparga Nonsense! My best is also my boss and I can tell you from experience it’s actually pretty chill? People tend to make way too big deal out of it, but so far it’s working pretty well for us. Then again my boss is way less of an asshole lol.

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AITA for keeping my family in the dark about my marriage untill the last moment? by user M&MCustodian I (36M) have had my favourite concubine (27F) for about a decade, and I never had any regrets about keeping her. Sure, she is jealous and temperamental, which is a bit of a problem, but at the same time, her fiery temper can be such fun! Besides, she’s extremely loving and devoted towards me, as well as our children, sometimes to the point of clinginess. In that decade, I might’ve entertained the thought of disposing of her or replacing her, especially whenever she crossed some lines and got into trouble (which, to be honest, happens a lot), but I’ve always decided against it. To put it simply, she makes me too happy to deprive myself of this happiness just because of whatever she has done at the moment.

Of course, the rest of my family does not exactly appreciate this. It’s quite understandable that my previous favourite concubine and mother of my oldest son (35F) dislikes the woman that replaced, but my mother (51F) is no friend of hers as well. While I can imagine she might dislike my favourite’s argumentativeness and ambition, I do not understand how that threatens my mother – or our entire family, as she keeps telling me. My mother is a strong woman, and in conflicts with my favourite, she usually gets her way without much effort. In fact, some of the actions she takes to punish my favourite whenever she steps out of line seem overblown; I strongly suspect mother punishes my favourite overly harshly, or even accuses her of things she did not commit – like that one time she claimed my favourite was unfaithful to me, with the only evidence being a diary of her alleged lover that conveniently disappeared before she was able to present it to me. It feels less like justice and more like spite, if I’m being honest. The only other family members who even live in the same town as us are my younger sister (31F) and her husband (36M), who also happens to be my right-hand man and best friend. My best friend also can’t stand my favourite, though they don’t come into contact that often, and even my sister has a complicated relationship with her, though despite disagreements, they are still generally friends (though since she’s also friends with my other favourite, this often makes her position a bit awkward). Needless to say, my favourite, the love of my life, is not exactly popular with my own family.

Recently, she has played a fine trick on me – first, she made me free her by complaining about how she can’t do charity in the Holy Cities because of her slave status, then refused to sleep with me because, well, she’s a free woman, it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to sleep with someone she isn’t married to? According to all legal experts I’ve consulted, that is in fact the correct course of action, which makes her little trick all the more insidious. Of course I was angry with her, and I banished her to one of our country estates, even though that turned out to be as much of a punishment for me than for her. My pain was only enhanced when our daughter (9F), whom I sent away with her, got sick and I had to visit her. To see my beloved with our darling little girl in her arms, and know that I might never see them again... Well, it was too much. I decided that my favourite’s banishment should only be temporary, but I didn’t quite know when to end it.

Then mother suddenly called my favourite back home, just to visit our children, which was admittedly a bit suspicious, especially when she was then attacked on the way by bandits; then again, she apparently also sent the party that eventually helped save her, so it might’ve been just a coincidence. Either way, hearing that she might’ve died, then spending the whole night with the rescue party, only to see her lying near death on the forrest floor... It was all a little too much for me. I took her home and let her stay for good, despite my mother’s protestations, and while I couldn’t marry her immediately for fear of losing face, my mind was already made. But when my mother sent me another concubine, which I had to refuse, I just knew the time was right. I needed to state my committment to her loud and clear.

I chose the circumcission of my three sons for that purpose. After all, why waste the biggest celebration this family has seen in years? I did not tell anyone, not even my future wife of my intentions – I might’ve dropped a few cheeky hints here and there, but not enough for anyone to connect the dots. When I brought my bride to watch the ceremony, her happiness more than made up for the difficulties of the past few months. We then went to tell our family, which was gathered for the afforementioned triple circumcission, and... Well, I probably should’ve seen their reactions coming. They still made me second guess my decision – not to marry my favourite, the more I think, the more convinced I am that I should’ve done that years ago. But mayhaps keeping them in the dark this whole time might’ve been a little bit insensitive towards them? I don’t know; that’s why I’m turning to redditors.

COMMENTS

manfromparga Okay, ngl that was kind of a hillarious story! And God no, you should not have told them beforehand! They would’ve tried to ruin it anyway! It seems your family is a bunch of scheming bastards. You don’t need their approval. - thebossakinci Agreed! I myself have experience with meddlesome parents – not mine, they are chill, but myfather-in-law was a cockblocking jackass. And mother is a much easier obstacle to overcome! - moonofdestiny500 There you are! You okay, man? I’ve heard you ended up in a hospital! What happened? -- manfromparga Ah, nothing. Minor incident. As you can see, I am well enough to use reddit lol

ButterflyPrincess Hmm. That’s a difficult situation. On the one hand, I understand that disapproving parents can be a pain in the ass – I myself faced the same issue. More because of my husband’s station than because of personal disagreements with my parents, but still. On the other hand, maybe your mother has a point at least in the fact that after tricking you like that, your concubine DEFINITELLY didn’t deserve your full forgiveness? Let her stay in your house, fine, for the sake of your children, but I feel like if my husband pulled a fast one on me like that, I couldn’t possibly forgive him? Then again, maybe if you really, really love her and if she’s really so wonderful despite her flaws, and if (and that’s a big if) you’re not leaving out some more legitimate reasons for your mother to be mad at her... Hmm. I don’t know. - manfromparga    https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fi.redd.it%2F3gf3i18hcf0a1.jpg - ButterflyPrincess OH GO FUCK YOURSELF. God. Why do you have to be a dick under every single comment I write?! -- moonofdestiny500 Ahh there’s our good ButterflyPrincess and manfromparga banter! -- Genghiskhanwithteats1001 ButterflyPrincess x manfromparga. 500k, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn... -- ButterflyPrincess GO TO HELL YOU VULTURES. -- manfromparga I am honestly offended by the suggestion that I would fuck a pathetic old maid like ButterflyPrincess lol

FeelsLikeABot Okay, dude, but can we talk about the fact that you just. Freed your concubine and didn’t think about the fact that you aren’t going to be able to sleep with her anymore? Serves you right for being an idiot. - RoyalTurquoise7 Agreed! That’s very basic islamic law, man. Where did you go to school again?! Overall YTA, but like... Not a big one? I mean, you did free a slave and made her an honest woman, even if you did do that for stupid reasons.

Genghiskhanwithteats1001 HAHAHA. No, fuck your mum. You don’t owe her shit. Honestly, your wife is kinda boss for pulling a fast one on you like that. Is she on reddit?

- M&MCustodian Yes, actually! She’s smilingsultana. -- moonofdestiny500 SMILINGSULTANA IS YOUR WIFE?! Lucky bastard! To be honest, I wouldn’t even clock her as a slave woman. She rocks. NTA. Or maybe YTA for not marrying smilingsultana sooner.

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AITA for making my best friend divorce his wife (that he didn’t want!) so I can sleep with her? by user manfromparga My friend (45M), whom I will call Fatih, has a very sordid romantic history. His most recent romantic relationship was that time he flirted with one of my servants, only for her to turn out to be a spy??? Yeah, he was forced to throw her into the Bosphorus himself, it was pretty fucked. I should also note that he only avoided charges of treason thanks to my intervention, which will be important down the line. But anyway. Since then, Fatih gave up on finding love entirely and started living disorderly – he visit a tavern nearly every day, getting drunk and sleeping around. It’s pretty awful, especially since our friendship is well-known by public, and I am curretly holding a high office, so being associated with such wastrel is extremely inconvenient for me. I thought marrying him off might help, and my wife (31F) agreed with me – hell, she even found an excellent wife for him, a servant of ours we could call Filiz (30?F). The problem is, me and Filiz have a history.

A few years ago, me and Filiz served the same household, and our paths often met. I slowly became aware of Filiz‘ crush on me, though she didn’t act on it, and it largely manifested as her faithful service to me and my wife, so I wasn’t too bothered by it. Then our son died, my wife became depressed, and so her mother took her into the countryside, hoping that a change of enviroment would do her good. It did, but Filiz also used that opportunity to seduce me. Now, I reacted as is appropriate to such a situation – I distanced myself from her, sent her to another household, I even thought of marrying her off, though that didn’t quite work out. But she continued to make ruckus, bursting into tears in front of me, writing love letters, even threatening suicide. Soon, I got pretty sick of it. However, in the meantime, my wife continued to be just as difficult – you see, she is from a much more high-born family than me, and neither she, nor her family ever forget to remind me of that fact. And Filiz’s over-the-top gestures of affection made me think that if I was married to her, she would never humiliate me in the same way. After all, as all the men of reddit can attest, a man has his needs, and one of those needs is to be the head of his family. But because of my wife’s superior status, that wasn’t the case with me. I only did what any other man would do – started looking for affection elsewhere.

As Fatih’s wedding was approaching, my desire for Filiz grew. And Fatih made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want a wife at all. So shortly after the wedding I made a pact with him: on his wedding night, he will divorce his wife, that as mentioned he did not want anyway, and he will let me sleep with her, using the public charade of a marriage as a cover. It’s an easy, convenient solution to both of our problems. The only problem is, I might’ve impugned on his manly pride somehow by denying him his lawful wife? But as I’ve said, he consented to the whole thing, and I’ve mentioned he has a life debt towards me, so it’s a bit of a grey area. But then, what is this subreddit if not for clearing up grey areas? So tell me, am I the asshole here?

COMMENTS

smilingsultana Okay, can we talk about the fact that YOU ARE MARRIED?! Does your wife know you’re here, writing this shit as if she didn’t exist?! - moonofdestiny500 Agreed. Ugh, thanks smilingsultana for being the only sane person out here, lol! - M&MCustodian Here comes smilingsultana, defender of women and children haha. I mean, his wife sounds like a proper bitch. Maybe she had it coming? Like if I lived with that kind of harridan and couldn’t divorce her, I 100% would do the same and worse. -- moonofdestiny500 Wow, that’s a very nice, comforting thing to hear from one’s husband. Smilingsultana, why do you put up with this douchebag again?! --- smilingsultana He’s not that bad in person lol --- manfromparga White knighting much? ---- RoyalTurquoise7 Wait. I thought moonofdestiny is a woman? Just from their general writing style. ----- smilingsultana No, he always says he’s a guy. I mean unless he’s lying or something lol.

thebossakinci NTA in this particullar case, but jury’s still out on the whole adultery thing. I know your wife probably has your balls in an iron grip, but can‘t you really just divorce her? Like I personally would rather die that stay in a marriage with such a bitch. Honestly there’s a reason why I am not married lol. Especially not for money. - manfromparga I did not marry for money. Like yes she’s rich, but I genuinely loved her. I was young and stupid, what can I say.

moonofdestiny500 There’s just... So much else wrong with this picture that I didn’t even notice that this „Filiz“ sounds completely insufferable??? Like I have a servant just like this, and worse. I don’t know how bad your wife is, man, but I guarantee you that fucking a yandere does not make her more bearable. Not that I ever tried haha. - FeelsLikeABot https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SuspiciouslySpecificDenial

ButterflyPrincess Wow. Manfromparga just keeps digging trough the bottom of the barrel, doesn’t he? Like I guess we now know where his misogyny comes from, but still. Punishing every other woman for your own unhappy marriage is pretty heinous.

[divinamour]

I know you didn’t reblog an “ask me about my character” meme or anything but I’m curious—-how did you get into Skrulls? What caught your fascination? How long have you had your characters and what gave you your ideas? How have they changed since their original conception? No need to answer if you don’t want, I know I’m probably asking for a novel here!

Flicks cigarette out the got damned window.

Definitely don't think it'll be... a 'novel'. It's gonna be KINDA long, but definitely not 'read more' long. I hope. I wrote this part first, no idea how this is gonna end and I'm not going back to edit this.

Fourteen years ago I think in... June? So fourteern years ago, two months from now, I was living my best life! I was- fourteen? Fourteen, going to school, hating myself, etc. etc. All the hits. All the good ones, all the big ones. And then one day my Grandma came by and was like 'C'MON! We're going out to get Chinese!'

Yadda yadda yadda, we finish eating, step outside. Storefront right next to the Takeout? Comic Book Shop! (Which was closed down when I went back to see it on vacation. Friend told me it closed down a few years ago too. Damn. Anyway!)

Go inside, I'm looking around, I'm looking around. Pick up a Spawn Issue, grab a Batman comic, think it was New 52, might've been Court of Owls, don't really remember, and the- !!! Oh, what's this? Who's this- this green alien man glaring at me? Marvel Omnibus for an Event? Holy shit I've never had an Event OMNIBUS before, this sounds awesome! Who the- What's... What's the 'Secret Invasion'?

And that was fucking it. I read the WHOLE thing that day, all the tie ins included. I went on the internet started looking these little green bitches up. What's their beef? I remember them from Marvel Ultimate Alliance, but- I mean the Super Skrull was just a top-down bitch for me to bully in that game, I didn't respect him! But after reading about their war? Their gods, their struggles, them getting their asses WHIPPED by Norman Osborn?! (Shout out Norman, I see you killing Veranke! Love you, bubbe!)

About a week after I got through the Omnibus I was HOOKED. I was all fucking in, chief. I was ABOUT IT. I can't tell you WHAT it was about the Skrulls that made me sit up and pay attention. Can't tell you what line of dialogue, or what issue, what fucking writer?

My favorite part of Secret Invasion wasn't even the Skrulls! It was T'Challa defeating the Skrull Invasion of Wakanda by his fucking self. HE had the best line in that whole event.

Warskrull Hybrid with Beta Ray Bill, Bullseye, Elektra and Wolverine's powers: You can not defeat me. I have been trained my entire life specifically to kill you.

T'Challa, walking up ready to get to it: Then you have already lost. For I have trained my entire life to defeat the unknown.

WHAT!??! YOU CAN JUST SAY THAT!? TO AN INVADING ARMY THAT HAS SOLDIERS MADE UP OF LIKE... SEVEN OF EARTH'S GREATEST THREATS! AT A TIME!? AND HE WON TOO! He killed the invading force and wrote 'SKRULLS STAY OUT OF WAKANDA' IN SKRULL BLOOD ON THE ROYAL TOWER FOR ALL TO SEE.

Fuck the Skrulls, I want more of THAT from T'Challa!

Anyway, digressing a bit, I have no idea. Truly. I hate Veranke, can't stand her, and she was the only real 'named' Skrull in the event. Kly'bn and S'lgurt's words got repeated a lot, but they were really only there to get fucked up and set in motion some NEXT cosmic event for readers not to give a shit about.

My favorite Skrull in the whole event sort of... disappeared in the middle of an issue and then never reappeared again in canon. Or if he did, I have no idea cause he wasn't in the rest of the event and he's not on any MCU cast lists yet so?

I made the FIRST iteration of the Cosmic Skrull blog in 2015. The first post on that blog was on September 29th, 2015 and it was a picture of a toolbox, because Ana'Hira wasn't supposed to be a GODDESS, or an INFILTRATION EXPERT, she was supposed to be The Mechanic!

She was supposed to be a Sage / Reverse Forge character. She could see something, break it down with her cosmic awareness, understand it perfectly, and then recreate, create specs for it, etc. etc. The original story was:

Eat all her siblings, combine their Power Cosmic with hers, and escape the Crunch.

Get caught by SWORD in a Post-Invasion Climate, be tortured by Abigail Brand personally, get turned into an asset for Earth.

Get broken out of the Peak by the Guardians of the Galaxy. Go DEEP into Space, avoid the empire and their bullshit, live life as a merc!

Had to scrap or rearrange a lot of that for this version of the blog. Cut out all the story parts that had to do with writers I'm no longer writing with and adjust things to account for how powerful Ana'Hira's become in years past.

Making Angela & Beatrice Ana'Hira's daughters instead of her 'identities' is me taking the old iterations of this blog, the characterizations and story beats and compressing them into characters that can still exist and be thrown around, without them being T H E driving forces of the cosmic plot, or whatever that means.

8 years worth of changes, growths, downfalls, regressions. It's a lot! The girlies have been through a lot. Ana'Hira's Primary Terran Disguise used to be a White Woman! I think THAT'S honestly the biggest change.

Going from This

To this

I love her just as much as I used to... but I actively hate her now too. Make of that what you will.

[traceofexistence]

I'm not a DOCTOR

but I'm diabetic

type 2

I got it at the age of 35

my mom found out she was one at the age of 40 but probably had it a year or two sooner

my grand mother (mom's mom) got it at the age of 40, and if we go even further back in that bloodline, diabetes was the cause of death of several.

It runs in my family, it's not type 1, it is the type 2

the one they blame fatness on

the one you get from old age

but here we are.

and let me tell you another fact.

my grandmother, was a farmer, she never ate out, never had soft drinks or alcohol, never smoked, always cooked the food she ate, full on veggies, full on herbs, made her own bread, her own cheese, from the animals she raised, etc etc etc, and she was tall and slender. she lived up to 93. (diabetes at 40)

my mom a house wife, no drinking habits, no smoking, cooking home made food with quality fresh produce, no eating out, no fast food, no soft drinks. overall a very healthy lifestyle. she was always thin, and she gained some weight during her second pregnancy, and never lost it all. (diabetes at ~40)

me, always thin kid, high energy too, running around playing outside etc. eating everything my mom cooked, (very healthy diet over all) no drinks no smoking, etc fast forward to 35 and I'm a full blown diabetic, on meds. I have gained some weight AFTER getting diabetes. now at almost 40 I also have cholesterol, which is related to the diabetes.

what is diabetes in a nutshell? (again im not doctor)

the pancreas is being a little bitch, and doesn't work properly.

in the human organs tiers list in this video

pancreas is E tier like for real, it has one job and in so many of us FAILS to do it.

so my point is

if diabetes was just a "you are fat" or "you are old" result, people who are neither fat nor old wouldn't get it, people from decades or even centuries ago who do not live in the modern processed sugary food of today, would get it.

from wiki:

Diabetes was one of the first diseases described, with an Egyptian manuscript from c. 1500 BCE

The term "diabetes" or "to pass through" was first used in 230 BCE by the Greek Apollonius of Memphis.

Two types of diabetes were identified as separate conditions for the first time by the Indian physicians Sushruta and Charaka in 400–500 CE

--

back to the original point

being fat doesn't necessarily makes you diabetic

I have a friend who has always been on the fat side, and her dad is full on insulin diabetic(from age), she monitored her whole pregnancy for diabetes and she never developed any. she's in her 40s and still no sign of diabetes.

eating garbage all the time can lead you to many health complications, but eating garbage again doesn't necessarily means you are fat.

and the medical community associating them two, leads to fat people be falsely diagnosed, and not getting treatment for other issues they might have.

I will not forget the time I was going through some hormonal issues, sever enough to not being able to walk without a cane. so one "doctor" who claimed to fix me (I have gone to many doctor at this point) he gave me a pill, that literally cut my appetite to a point that I needed food but could not shallow any, called him told him the situation and he was like "I gave you this to lose weight" which left me speechless, since I never went to him to lose weigh but to fix a different issue that had nothing to do with weight, and I wasn't even fat. on the other hand he also gave me some medication that literally dropped me in partial coma, and if it was not for my mom not giving me the medication, I would have stayed in the zombie like state I was for two days, that I have no memory of. he diagnosed me with some mental issue or other, which was bullshit, as I was mentally completely fine.

so yeah.

typical afab experience at the doctor's office

"doc, I feel this and this and that"

"I diagnose you with fat, and mental!"

oh and I almost forgot, that last example? that doc's wife who was serving as his secretary, had the nerve to ask me if "I'm praying enough" to which I gave her a death glare of doom telling her im and atheist, and she turned to my poor poor mama who has gone through so much having her child sick and asked HER if she prayed enough,

I so wanted to throw my cane like a spire to smack her on the head with that bullshit.

fatphobia and ableism is so insidious. You can look up like, food, and it'll say "eating a lot of food causes diabetes" and you're like oh dang what? I thought we didn't know the cause of diabetes. So you look up what causes diabetes and it says "we still don't know what causes diabetes" bruh they're just making shit up to give people eating disorders

[eireenpeacebewithme]

Okay. Since I've been feeling blue. I'll write down what happened with the session.

Since, for some reason, the counselor wanted to know.

Actually, I'm just going to tell you the story.

Shortly, after being guided sa room. I felt very very uncomfortable. I'm visibly uncomfortable but I just didn't mind the uncomfortableness that maybe it will be like for a minute or so. But I was wrong.

The moment we are alone. I was shocked. Though i have a resting bitch face (or whatever people told me), my inner self already asked me several questions, 'am i hearing this right? huh? am i supposed to answer? Do i really need to tell you everything without even building my trust or even rapport'.

Kailan mo pa ginagawa?

Paano mo ginagawa?

I answered, of course. And I hate myself for answering. I'm a very private person and I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't even disclose anything to my 'friends' or even 'family'. So of course, why should I tell her? She's a stranger to me. Pero syempre, sinagot ko. Nubayan. Pero di ko lalagay dito, nakaka trigger minsan, but I'm open to suggestions naman. Ano magandang itry ganon. 🥹

One of the things I really treasure is my privacy. That's the only thing I want, especially in this time and world. Of course, I have a lot of secrets.

“A secret makes a woman, woman,” Vermouth, Detective Conan

Lol.

We discussed it. She asked. I answer naman. If I'm not mistaken we discussed the following.

Kailan ang unang nangyari to

Bakit ano ganyan

Ano nararamdaman ko ganern

Di nya maintindihan haha

Wala na ako maalala. Sinabi ko naman e, blurred or diko maalala or something. Hahaha.

Everytime na nag aask sya, and overall the vibe. I feel like I'm just faking it. It makes me feel my sanity. The session makes me feel like I'm faking everything. My attempt. My feelings. My everything. Even my whole fucking life.

Oh. Yeah. The contract. We discussed it. She explained. She asked me to sign. And thingx. She gave me the black list thingy psychosocial support.

Wait. bukas naman. Bumibigat pakiramdam ko kapag dinidiscuss ko session namin. Draft ko na lang to.

To continue.

She also told me na dapat daw malaman na ng guardian. Kase the counselor told her na, ayaw ko daw sabihin sa guardian ko. Though before that, like before mag start ang session, she said na sinabi daw ng counselor na ganyan na nag attempt ako.

Sinabi ko na naiintindihan ko na need malaman ng guardian, though I'm really not comfortable right now na malaman nila.

Sana di magalit ang counselor or kahit sino or basta.

I'm a very private person and privacy is something really really important to me.

Kaya nung narinig ko na sinabi ng counselor yon kay Ma'am. Parang medyo napaisip ako.

“Ah. I can't trust you now.”

“What should I do”

“Dapat ata di ko na lang sinabi halos”

“Mabuti na lang diko sinabi lahat”

“Ayoko na makita ang guidance o ang counselor”

Lahat yan nasa isip ko nun, kahit kausap ng Dr. I'm really uncomfortable. The vibes is off. Yes, parang Nanay. Kaya nga di ako comfortable. Kaya nga di ko maintindihan kung bakit sinasabi na kailangan sabihin sa kanila kung sa pamilya ko mismo ako do comfortable.

Though parang kasalanan ko naman na sinabi ng counselor yon, kase late nga ako. Malamang kailangan nya i-stall ang time para di nakakahiya. Hala sorry. 🥹

I hate myself.

After that session. I'm thankful that it ended quickly. I wanted to run away. So bad. I went to eLibrary 3rd floor for individual room, then 4th floor para kay Francine meeting. I cried. Ugly crying.

You know why?

I feel useless.

I feel empty.

I don't think I can trust you anymore.

I feel very very fake.

What if I'm just faking it? Because I'm as dramatic as my Mom said.

Everything is useless.

I want to jump.

It felt heavy. Heavier than everything I had to carry on my back.

I don't think I want to go there anymore. Pakiramdam ko magbreakdown lang ako kapag pumasok ulit ako dun.

Everything is messy, heavy, and scary.

I just want to disappear.

Maybe everything is just inside my head. So, can I just disappear so I won't bother you anymore. I'm the problem anyway.

That's why I asked Mary Joy and Francine what I should do, they told me to continue with Dr. But I already told them that it's heavy and uncomfortable. Why are they pushing me.

They don't understand. It's heavy and it's uncomfortable. I do know myself, that I'll probably going to kill myself that go another session.

Kianna, just told me to tell the counselor. That's okay if I'm uncomfortable, that my opinion of the matter is more important.

That is why I updated late/ emailed late.

Please. Leave me alone.

I want myself back.

Even if alam kong may mali.

Leave me alone.

[oongaboonganerd]

November 25th, 2023

I've been doing alright, actually. For a fucking change lol.

Coworker got stupid with me again, regarding my work which has nothing to do with his work. Told him if he has a problem with what I'm doing, to talk to the boss. He started mumbling expletives. I started chuckling as I walked away, which really pisses him off, causing him to mumble even more. Which in turn caused me to chuckle at him more. He was mumbling angrily to himself around 5 minutes afterwards 😂 I have begun gathering evidence for his actions toward me. Going to report his ass to my boss this week if he does it again. And I'll do it again and again should he continue. Gathering evidence the whole way. Drop a lawsuit on the company on harassment if he doesn't quit.

Been talking even more with the new lady. I'm very hesitant about accepting the full face value of her words. Years of harassment and trauma have me question everything when it comes to feelings and intentions. If they mean something, or are just saying it to be nice. But she has been a very positive boon to my existence here lately. So I'm pushing through it. My issues pertain to all new people. So it's not her. Just the position she is in.

I'm really glad I blocked the "ex" or whatever she was. I'm hoping like hell she doesn't decide to poke through a way or two that I can't block her on. Seriously, I'm only really finding peace again this week for the first time in an extraordinarily long time. I don't want her telling me anything. I don't even want a hi. Last time, she only cared to bitch at me about something. Abused that line of communication. Fuck off. Day after, I deleted her from that friends list. No regrets.

Wiping out all social media accounts and emails I use and starting fresh sounds really good honestly. At least then she wouldn't be able to follow me. I mean, I doubt she wants to. She found her person. If she reaches out about missing me, my spiteful side says to reply and say, "What? Your bf isn't cutting it anymore?" Like, seriously. I feel so used. It was a use and be used situation, yeah. But I gave it too much faith that it would turn into anything. And she has no qualms saying:

"I don't love you anymore."

Like???? Who the fuck are you to just... Happily say that to me? And she's said to several times, including last time. She wanted me to hate her. Dude. Yeah, that right there is all the evidence I need to keep her away. She basically said to stay out of her life.

✌️

[senseless-writing]

A Life Through Few Words

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin doesn’t enjoy talking about his girlfriend with the media. And if he does, it’s through very little words. Only he gets to truly know those moments that he cherishes so much. 

Warnings: Elvis 2022 spoliers?? 

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, so let me know what you guys think! Also, grammarly was being a real bitch today, so I’m sorry if there’s some errors

If you would like to be added to any of my taglists (I’ve got a general tag list, along with specific ones for each fandom I’ve written for thus far), plz leave a comment or ask and let me know which one! 

Masterlist

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Austin couldn’t remember who it was that told him to always keep his personal life separate from his media persona.

He felt horrible for forgetting their name. But it was so long ago, and he’d been so star struck that a lead of the show they were filming was actually talking to him. The moment itself sort of blurred together. In fact, it wasn’t until years later that the words they exchanged held any meaning for him. At the time, he just didn’t understand why the public would ever care so much about the personal life of an extra. 

It hadn’t occurred to him that this person was predicting Austin’s inevitable climb to stardom. Sometimes, that idea still kept him awake at night. With pride in himself, with gratitude in everyone who helped him get there, and with slight embarrassment at not being able to remember that poor guy’s name.

But now he was in a better position to appreciate the advice. It was finally time to promote the movie he’d poured his soul into for the past two years. Elvis was a dream come true, not only because it gave him the chance to express himself in ways he never could before, but because embodying such an icon was a blessing in itself. 

It was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. Nerve-racking, yet rewarding. Euphoric, while haunting. 

It was a paradox of feelings. 

And he’d expected that. He’s expected the feelings and questions and an overwhelming amount of scrutiny from the world around him. If anything, he was ready for it. Excited, even. 

But what he hadn’t expected was the sudden obsession with his love life. 

“A little birdie tells me, Austin, that you have a certain special someone in your life.”

“A birdie told you,” he laughed, though his cheeks flushed red. “Is that so?” 

Austin looked away for a moment to properly ground himself. He hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t even discussed it with his girlfriend. They met a few months before Covid lock down, right around the time he booked Elvis. It was exciting and new, but then the world shut down, and things got serious real fast. 

Despite it all, it was a blessing for them. With the whole world confined to their lonely corners, there were no paparazzi pushing themselves between the couple. They were completely alone; well, as alone as they could be, with Austin practically surrendering himself to the world of Elvis Presely. But Y/n took that in stride, and the two were given the privacy they needed to learn how to love each other. 

It was perfect, and Austin knew perfect things don’t last forever. Still, he’d hoped it would for a little while longer. 

“Yes,” his interviewer drawled, the desperation for a juicy confession practically oozing from her expression. “A very reliable birdie, in fact. They say you and this mystery woman have fallen quite hard for one another. Is there anything you want to share about her? How does she feel about all of the chaos that’s come with this new film of yours?” 

Austin felt the flush begin to crawl itself up his neck, and he reached his arm back to rub at it with discomfort. He was sure to keep a bashful smile on his face when he responded. “No, I, uh, I don’t think there’s anything I want to share about that,” he said. His words were light, his eyes looking at the camera with a sort of Elvis charm that he’d nearly perfected. But his voice was firm enough to prevent any follow up questions. “But thank you for providing the space.” 

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Y/n whirled around to look him in the eye. “You actually said that?” she exclaimed. 

Austin threw his head back against his pillow and groaned in embarrassment. “Yes! But what was I supposed to say! Why would they even ask me that!” 

Y/n, from her place in front of the bathroom mirror, laughed at his mortified expression. “Because your fans wanna know, baby. You know how people get about celebrities.” 

“Celebrity,” he marveled at the word. “I’m an actor.” 

“Same thing,” Y/n shrugged, sauntering over to her boyfriend in bed. 

He laid there like a god, sprawled out on his back with hands interlocked beneath his head. Wearing only a pair of plaid sweatpants that were certainly worse for wear, Y/n wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him, run her hands up and down his torso and marvel at the warmth he radiated. 

So that’s exactly what she did. Because he loved her and she loved him, and such an agreement permitted her to express her infatuation with him whenever she wished to do so. Sometimes, she still pinched herself when the thought became too surreal. 

She laid herself completely on top of him, until they were chest to chest and nose to nose. And she was right; he was warm. So warm, in fact, that when he wrapped her up in a bear hug with chuckles rumbling deep within his chest, Y/n resisted the urge to tuck her face against his neck and submit to the blanket of comfort he provided. But she stood her ground, only because she preferred the view of this position better. 

This way, she was the direct recipient of his beaming smile. 

“Hi,” he whispered to her. 

She laughed, and Austin moved one hand from her waist to cup the back of her head, scratching softly in a motion that could only be described as tender. With gentle pressure, he urged her head forward until she was just within reach, before leaning up the rest of the way to press a kiss to her smiling lips. 

Humming in satisfaction, he pulled away, and almost immediately regretted it. After a long day, full of questions he wasn’t prepared to answer, this was Austin’s most perfect reward. 

Between quiet kisses and broken smiles, Y/n whispered against his cheek where she'd pressed her lips a moment earlier. “You could have told them about me…if you wanted.” 

“Is that what you want?” he sighed when her lips traveled to the sweet spot on his neck, right under his jaw. 

She didn’t answer, opting to continue her assault on his neck and the front of his chest. Austin felt his whole body flush, but was much more welcoming to the feeling this time around. He was obsessed with the way Y/n made him feel, with the way loving her made him feel. His hands were needy against her skin, and his touch varied in degrees, from tenderly cupping her head to squeezing her ass with such a ferocity that it would’ve embarrassed him if he wasn’t enthralled in her wandering lips.

But he’d asked a question. And while nobody who knew Austin would say his stubbornness outweighed his passion, they would most definitely tell you that he always put the needs of those around him before his own wants. 

“Y/n,” he rasped as he tapped her back to grab her attention. 

“Hm?” she hummed, resting her chin against his chest to look up at him with a blooming smile and sparkling eyes. 

Austin almost forgot what he was going to say. 

“What do you want me to do, baby?” he asked her after a moment's pause. She gave him a cheeky smile, and he pinched her cheek and laughed. “About the questions, I mean!” 

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I don’t want you to feel like you’re lying to anybody, and I don’t want to feel like I’m being…hidden away, I guess.” 

Austin ran his hand through her hair absentmindedly as he listened. He was always so good at valuing what she had to say. 

“But I also just want to stay in our bubble of privacy, you know? At least for a little while longer. I like pretending that I have you all to myself.” 

In a flash, Austin was grabbing her under the arms and dragging her up his chest. Y/n huffed as she slid up his body until they were face to face again. “You do have me all to yourself, silly girl.” 

She tsked at him with a teasing expression. “Nuh uh, you’ve got fans now. You know, the roaring crowd and screaming girls and what not. You’ve got to spread your time between us.” 

Y/n squealed as her world was suddenly flipped around. Now, Austin was on top in the same position they’d once been, except this time, her whole body felt the pressure of his weight pressed against her. She groaned, but wrapped her arms around him all the same. 

“They’ll all have to get in line behind you, Y/n,” he hushed. This time, he was the one pressing kisses to her neck. Y/n was suddenly appreciative of the reversed roles. “My best girl. My only girl.” 

“I know,” she reassured him. “I was just kidding.” 

“So what’s the plan, sweetheart?”

“Well,” she started, running her hands through his hair. “You can admit to having a girlfriend. There’s no point denying it, and if you did, I don’t think either of us would be happy.” 

He nodded to her with a soft look on her face. Y/n couldn't believe how lucky she was.

“But maybe just don’t give too much away, you know? Answer questions, but vaguely.” 

“Ah, I see,” he mused. “You want me to be sneaky about it.” 

“Exactly,” she affirmed. 

“I’ll have to become real creative in my question-dodging skills.” 

“You’re an actor, baby. You’ll figure it out.” 

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“Did you feel the pressure at any point? You know, with playing such an important icon to so many people?”

Sometimes, Austin felt like a puppet. Everyday, people dressed him up in whatever way they chose, and threw him out in front of a million different cameras. He then spent the next six hours listening to questions he’d already answered, and somebody behind the scenes pulled his strings in just the right way to make him answer them again. 

That’s not to say he wasn’t grateful for the opportunity to talk about the things which made his heart soar. It was insane to him that people out there cared at all about what he had to say. But he just wished certain questions were different. 

“Yeah,” he agreed for the hundredth time that day. “There’s definitely that feeling of not wanting to disappoint anyone, you know? Not just his fans, but also his friends and family who knew him better than anyone else. This project is just as much for them as it is for the public, maybe even more so. It really had me, uh, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, you know, unable to sleep ‘cuz my heart was just pounding so much.” 

They both chuckled for half a second. “That sounds horrible,” the interviewer sympathized with him. 

Austin ran his finger across his lips in a soothing gesture. The shy kid in him always got bashful whenever he made someone laugh. “It was worth it for sure. But at the time, it really felt like I was being haunted.”

“Did your girlfriend help you through that at all?” 

Austin was proud of himself for not choking on his spit. How random was that question? 

“Sure,” he stuttered for half a second. “Yeah, I had a lot of support around me for moments like that. I wouldn’t have gotten through this film if I didn't have my friends and family.” 

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Y/n held her boyfriend close to her chest, tucking his head under her chin to press gentle kisses on his sweat-matted hair. She was also rubbing circles on his heaving chest to calm his raging heart. It felt like stamping bulls against her palm. 

“You have to relax,” she whispered against the shell of his ear. 

Austin shivered both from her touch and the nerves. “I just want this to be perfect. Too many people need this to be perfect.” 

“You can’t think about that, baby,” her nails dragging slowly up and down his arms. He shivered again, and let himself breathe deep and melt into her arms. “That expectation isn’t fair to you or anyone else on set.” 

He was laying between her legs, the sheets thrown from both their bodies as anxiety overtook his senses. Most nights weren’t this bad, but tonight was. So bad that sleep barely came, and when it did, ideas of booing crowds and disappointed loved ones filled Austin's brain and made his heart stop. 

“Alright,” Y/n suddenly sighed beneath him. Her breath was warm against his cheek as she did. “Listen to me. Are you listening, Aus?”

He squeezed her calf and nodded to let her know that yes, he was listening. He always had a hard time not listening whenever his girlfriend was concerned. 

“You can’t go into this wanting to become Elvis Presley, baby. It’s impossible, we both know that.”

The weight of that impossible feat was what pressed on Austin’s chest day in and day out. And despite the perfectly tailored costumes he wore, the suits and shoes were always a bit too big. Like he couldn’t fit the persona, and nothing he did would ever change that. 

“But your goal should be to understand him. The good, the bad, and everything in between. The parts people know, and the parts they don’t know they’re missing. It’s only then that you can portray the true Elvis to the rest of the world.” 

Austin’s eyes fluttered closed as he listened to her words. They were soft and airy and anchored him to reality in a way nothing else could. 

“And Austin,” she laughed in disbelief. “You’ve done that. You’ve done that, and then some. Have you seen our condo? It’s an Elvis memorial in here!” 

He huffed a laugh of his own at that. Neither of them had realized how much energy he would put into becoming this person until it was actually time for him to do it. For him, the realization of what he had to do was a relief. For her, his dedication was something to marvel at. 

“Tomorrow, you’re going to do your scenes and pour your soul into them, like you always do. And all the preparation you’ve done will take care of the rest.” 

Austin tilted his head back to look at her, albeit from an awkward angle. An overwhelming amount of gratitude came over him at that moment. 

“I love you,” he smiled up at her. 

Y/n met his confession with a willing kiss. 

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“And those looks, man. They must have just been insane to see yourself in!”

A genuine laugh slipped from Austin’s lips. “For sure, for sure. And they’re so beautifully made! It really helps with the whole process, though. You know, once I was in them, it stopped feeling so much like I was playing pretend and more like I really was this person.” 

“Did you ever just look in the mirror and think ‘Who the hell is that guy?’”

Now, Austin isn’t an impulsive man. He’s always held the impression that words are powerful things, and should be treated as such. So when the time came for him to answer this question, he really contemplated what to say. He picked something out, rolled it around in his head for a moment, and decided to peel back the curtains he’d pulled on his personal life thus far. 

Only because he wanted to, and for no reason other than that. 

“Sort of,” he nodded with a coy smile. “Though, to be honest, I loved getting to wear all the costumes. Especially the jumpsuits, you know, because those were just so incredibly detailed. It was a real pleasure. But my girlfriend definitely had a lot of opinions about it.” 

An echo of laughs filled the room, coming from even those behind the camera. 

“Oh?” the interviewer inquired. “She didn’t like Austin Butler Elvis?” 

Austin wouldn’t notice, but everyone who watched the interview could easily tell how bright his eyes shined when talking about Y/n. “You know what, I think she did. She loved the outfits and all the get-up, but she just didn’t like it on me too much.” 

“Well, I would say she’s the only girl in the world to hold that sentiment.” 

A boyish grin broke out on his face, and he tucked his chin to his chest to hide the blush. “Thanks man, I appreciate that. No, I don’t know, I think she just didn’t like how different I looked. I spent a lot of time in that chair, and by the end of it, Elvis was there. Austin was sort of just in the background.” 

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When Y/n heard the trailer door open, she was expecting to see her handsome boyfriend walk through it. 

Not…whoever the hell that was. 

Within seconds, she was laughing so hard that tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. She could barely look up at him, now, with her doubled-over position on their couch. 

“Is it really that bad?” Austin jested, adjusting his belt with feigned insecurity. 

His red satin shirt flared at the sleeves in true 70’s fashion and was unbuttoned half way down the chest. Though Y/n appreciated the view, it didn’t end there. Instead, the shirt tucked into the craziest striped pants she’d ever seen, held up by an iconic jewel-encrusted belt with chains hanging all around his waist. And to top it all off, square sunglasses that could only belong to the truest of stars were firmly poised on his smiling face. 

They were filming parts of the Vegas rehearsal today. Y/n knew that. She wasn’t quite sure what she expected him to be wearing, but it certainly wasn’t this. 

“It’s…” she struggled to get her laughing under control. “Definitely something.” 

“Hm,” he huffed, moving closer to stand directly in front of her. 

His steps caused the chains around him to jingle as he moved, which hit Y/n with another round of aggressive giggles. 

“I can’t-” she wheezed, and Austin immediately began shaking his hips to mimic that of an Elvis dance move, giving her a true and honest show. The only sound that filled his trailer for nearly a minute was his jingling belt and Y/n’s infectious laughter. He only stopped when her face bloomed red enough that he feared she would pass out from lack of oxygen. 

“Come ‘ere, lil mama,” he beckoned, leaning down to cup her flushed face and press a firm kiss on her lips. 

Y/n always marveled at how quick Austin was to slip back into the persona he knew so well. Sure, when they were at home, he often switched between his own voice and the Elvis accent, just to make sure it always felt authentic when he used it. But when he was there, on set, it was different. 

Austin didn’t exist anymore. Not really, at least. With the clothes and makeup and hair came the swagger. The confidence, the movement, the mannerisms. It was such a smooth transition for him to make, but for Y/n, it was sometimes hard to differentiate. 

“Okay,” she patted his bare chest. “Go be Elvis, ‘cuz I want Austin back by the end of the night.” 

“Not a fan of dating Elvis Presley, hm?”

She kissed both of his cheeks before urging him towards the door. “Don’t get me wrong, Elvis is hot. But I like my baby more.” 

When she pulled on one of his chains on the way out, the laugh that boomed from his chest was 100% Austin Butler. 

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“Was learning how to sing like Elvis more difficult than learning how to talk like him, or did all of that stem from learning the accent? ‘Cuz I have to say, you sound incredible in the film.” 

“Thank you,” he spoke genuinely. Any praise for his work in this movie was more appreciated than he could possibly convey. “That’s incredibly kind of you. The singing was something I had to focus a bit more energy on, because it was something I’d never done before. I don’t really sing in public, let alone with a voice like Elvis’s.” 

“It’s so insane to me that you’ve never sung for a crowd before,” she continued to applaud him. “I never would’ve guessed you weren’t a singer. Did you have a lot of help to get you ready for filming?” 

He was nodding before she even finished her question. “Most definitely. I had a base to start with, of course, and Baz heard that in the recordings I sent him. But then I had plenty of voice coaches, both for speaking and singing, who really helped me develop the sound in a much healthier manner. For my vocal chords, that is.” 

Austin paused and thought over his next words carefully before speaking them. 

“And then during covid,” he continued. “I couldn't really get in touch with any of those people. But it was so important to me that I didn’t lose the momentum I had going, you know? So in those six months…it was actually my girlfriend who sort of pulled through. The two of us would spend hours just listening to clips of him perform and finding the best ways for me to replicate that sound. It really boiled down to the intricate details, and I couldn’t have been so meticulous without her help.” 

“That sounds like some awesome teamwork.” 

“Yeah,” he sighed. He loved turning the light to Y/n, even if she wasn’t there to receive it. “She’s really amazing.” 

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Y/n would never admit it, but “Love Me Tender,” was one of her most favorite songs for Austin to sing. It meant so much to her, and memories of standing on her father’s toes and twirling around their kitchen always flooded her mind whenever she heard it. It reminded her of joy, of bliss, and of love. 

All things that Austin made her feel. 

So sitting on the couch, across from her beautiful boyfriend as he serenaded her for the hundredth time that night was just about a dream come true. It was sort of an added bonus that she got to help him in the process of perfecting it. 

She held her hand out, motioning for him to stop. Austin was mid-note, but stopped at once to hear what she had to say. Her focus was slightly askew, eyes diverted to better hear the sound of the King’s voice flowing through one ear bud. 

“Try that line again, baby, but with a little more vibrato on the last note.” 

He nodded, took a breath, and tried again. He could see it in her eyes as he sang, see how she measured his own voice against the one playing on her phone. When he was done, she tilted her head back and forth for a moment, almost as if weighing the two sounds on a scale. 

“So close, one more time. This time, let your voice drawl. It’s like a breathless sound, you know? Like he’s so blown away by love and what not.” 

Austin laughed at her then, but she waved away his distraction. “Go go go, do it or you’re gonna lose it!”

When he thought of a breathless love, he thought of her. It was easier to sing that way. At the end of the note, he was shocked when Y/n jumped from her criss-crossed position on the couch to dance around their living room floor. 

“Yes!” she jumped, sliding around in nothing but his over sized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. It was the most radiating sight he’d ever seen. “That’s it, that’s it! You gotta do it just like that every time, baby.” 

“I don’t even know if we’ll be singing this song yet,” he tried to explain to her over excited expression. 

“Doesn’t matter! It’s the style, not the song that matters. That sounded perfect!”

The look on Austin’s face suddenly shifted. His smile softened, his eyes glazed over. Y/n wasn’t sure what happened, but the air in the room turned static. Like a magnet placed between them, her heart was pulled to his. 

“What?” she asked breathlessly. 

“You’re just…” his words died on the tip of his tongue. 

“What?” she pushed again. 

“Cute.” 

A laugh bubbled from her lips before she could help it. “Cute? That’s what’s got you looking like that?” 

He reached out and made grabby hands towards her, like a child reaching for his favorite toy. She listened to both his gesture and her will. Within seconds, she settled herself on his lap, and the cool touch of his rings where he cupped her neck was enough to drive her wild.

“I mean, I could use other words,” he hummed. “Like beautiful. Or radiant. Heavenly in every way, from looks to ways to words.” 

The urge to press kisses anywhere his lips could reach was almost too much to ignore. But he preferred looking in her eyes when professing his love. 

“But,” he snaked his hands up her neck to her cheeks, where he squeezed until her lips were smushed together. “Cute is the best way to put it.” 

Y/n threw herself against his chest with arms firmly around his neck, if only to hide from his praising words. He laughed and rubbed his arms up and down her back. 

“Thank you for always being there to help me,” he mumbled against her head. 

As if she would do anything else. “I always will be.” 

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“Not to point out the elephant in the room, Austin, but it looks like you’ve brought a special someone with you tonight!”

Austin knew what he meant with that question. Of course he did. But he was too high on excitement to care. When in Cannes with the people he loves, ready to see the movie (and share the movie) that he was incredibly proud of, nothing would knock him down from cloud nine. 

“I’ve got a lot of special people with me tonight,” he agreed with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “My dads around here somewhere. First time out of the country for him, in fact, so that’s really exciting.” 

The interviewer didn’t bother asking the question again. They both knew what he wanted. 

Austin would budge. But only a little. “And of course, my beautiful girlfriend is here.” 

“A first time outing for the most secretive couple in Hollywood! At least now we understand why you’ve been keeping her all to yourself for so long! Isn’t she stunning, ladies and gentlemen?”

It was funny how quickly pride and jealousy could swarm in someone's chest. An extremely odd paradox, the feeling was. 

“You wanna help us put a name to the face, Mr. Presley?” the man joked, though Austin knew he was seriously asking. 

But luckily for him, he’d recently learned a thing or two about drawing a line when it was needed. 

“No, uh,” he shut the idea down with an easy going smile. “I think I want to keep her to myself for a little while longer.” 

The two men laughed, which allowed the conversation to move back towards what they were all really there for. 

Austin and Y/n had talked about this before the big event. Her being there didn’t change what they’d already agreed upon. She wasn’t in the limelight by nature of her job, and Austin would do anything to keep her that way for as long as possible. Despite this, the media wouldn’t stop her from being there for the person she loved. 

He still couldn’t believe that was him. 

Of course, they knew everyone would know her full name before the night was over whether he told them or not. But they couldn’t help that, and wouldn’t waste any time worrying about it. 

He flew through the interviews with a newfound ease. This was the moment he’d been waiting for his whole life. With the hard work done, and praise for the film from all the people who mattered, all he could feel was joy. Joy and gratitude for his love who was waiting just around the corner. 

Y/n was always behind him. Following him to every camera, every photo op. There was never anything but a smile on her face whenever he turned back to check on her. With thumbs up, encouraging him forward, he thought he’d never have the strength to do another press junction without her now that he knew what it was like to have her there. 

It was the final line of carpet before they walked inside that Austin finally got to invite her forward. He held his hand out, motioning for her to fill the empty space on his arm, and she gave him a look suddenly full of fear. His face immediately softened to an expression only she could read. It told her it’s okay, you don’t have to, and she knew he meant it. But after a moment's hesitation, she was hiking her dress up to skip forward and meet him halfway. 

“Hey pretty girl,” he cooed, pulling her close by the hip. Those watching screamed at the interaction, and Y/n turned her head to duck from the flashing cameras.

“I think I’m going blind,” she giggled when he bent down to hear her better. He placed a kiss on the shell of her ear.

“A few more minutes and we’ll be inside. Then, the real magic begins.” 

“I seriously can’t wait! It’s gonna be so good, I just know it.” 

So they stood there and let random strangers take their picture. It was peculiar to Y/n, and she felt the constant bubbling of laughter in her chest throughout the whole ordeal. She was also acutely aware of how stupid she must look standing next to this man. Here he was, smoldering the camera with the poise of an expert. Meanwhile, she was smiling so hard the whole time, teeth and all, with squinted eyes and rosy cheeks. 

When Austin turned to look at her, and noticed her unfiltered joy, he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss those cheeks with admiration. 

God, she was beautiful.

And he didn’t mind sharing that beauty with the world. They could take her picture, wonder about her name, and pull at the threads of words he spoke about her on occasion. He’d let them do it. 

Because at the end of the day, nobody but him got to see the life they lived behind closed doors. That was the beauty of it, and he’d never been more appreciative of the advice someone gave him all those years ago.

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