#ill like.... perfect it sometime soon hopefully

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walking into the meeting room y/n couldn’t help but internally scream. what the hell was he doing here? why didn’t her manager tell her about this? especially since she was just in practice and didn’t have time to dress up and hopefully look not a hot mess. her mouth dropped open in shock, resisting the urge to yell “what the fuck” in front of everyone. after a moment of awkward silence her manager spoke up. “y/n meet riki, riki meet y/n. you guys will be working together from now on. we set up this time for you to meet and talk and get to know each other.” she gestured to riki’s manager, “we’ll be going so you two can talk freely. have fun!” the two left and left riki and y/n alone. while y/n was having her internal panic, little did she know, so was he. the moment he saw her he knew he was fucked. after heeseung gave him no help, he had no idea what to say to her. “soo…” he said “your debut was really good!”. y/n didn’t know what to do. her celebrity crush of 3 years, just complimented her music. all that she could muster was “uh- thanks you too”. thanks you too???? why the hell would she say that? he laughs slightly, not being able to help but think about how cute she was. “um are you excited to start mcing?” she asks, nervousness clear in her voice. he smiled, “yeah i am, what about you?” she tried her absolute hardest to not say something stupid again and said “yeah! just a little nervous though. i’ve never done anything like this before.” riki saw his opportunity, he knew he had to take it. even though he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. “we should hang out sometime. i’ve done it a couple times before, i could give you some tips to make it easier!” no. fucking. way. too many thoughts were running through y/ns head. did nishimura riki really just ask her to hang out? there’s no way this is real. never did she think that this would happen “uhhhh- yeah! yeah sure that would be fun!” whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck “okay nice! how about tomorrow?” whatshappeningwhatshappeningwhatshappening “yeah sure. that sounds perfect” holy. shit. cha y/n is hanging out with nishimura riki. “okay, ill see you then” riki had never been more nervous in his whole life. he couldn’t wait to shove this in all of his members faces. “im sure you have to get back to practice, right?” there was no shock as to why he knew that, she looked like a sweaty mess. “yeah, actually. i do. so i’ll see you then!” she overthought her every word, and move. how could she not when she’s around him. to her, he was perfect. “see you around!” riki left the room and practically ran back to his dorm. that couldn’t have gone better. y/n however, was freaking the ever living hell out. “did nishimura riki just ask me out? no that’s not possible we just met eachother! it’s friendly! that’s all!” after what felt like hours of contemplating she decided to go back to the dorm, tweet about it, and tell taesan and jaehyun. i mean, how was she supposed to go back to practice after something like this?

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okay lemme shut up about shipping and theories and whatnot and just talk about how mental health was handled in this episode in general for a bit because it's taken me this long to process it into words

Spoilers for TADC 4, discussions of mental health issues including masking, emotional personality disorders, and suicide ideation

So like... Personal info: I have autism, depression, and anxiety on paper with PTSD penciled in and still being sorted out. I used to be diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but at this point I'm not - we're not sure if the mood swings are just all of the above forming a weird gloopy mess or possibly something else? I'm finally getting through the waitlist for a proper behavioral health specialist in January after waiting for AGES so I'll hopefully have more answers soon, but that's who I am and where I'm at for anybody curious.

Point is, I felt REALLY deeply seen by this episode. I've been that person "masking" at work and in other social situations. I've been that person told I'm annoying when I'm happy. I have a deep understanding of bipolar disorder whether I have it or not because I learned about it for years. I knew this one was going to hit me personally from what we knew before it dropped but holy SHIT. There's a few nuances in particular here that really got to me and I don't usually see handled this way in fiction, probably because they're a bit more depressing and less universal than handling it in a way that feels more decisive, and executives at big studios aren't crazy about either of those things.

The big one for me was how Pomni handled the situation.

Pomni is a kind person. As she's previously stated, she doesn't want anybody to feel like they're nothing, so she's willing to help, but... she's also tired. She's got her own things going on. Before letting Gangle be the third person in as many episodes to lean on her, she checks in to see if Gangle has someone closer she can talk to.

Pomni isn't a perfect, Godlike hero - she has her limits, and she puts up a soft boundary for herself of asking Gangle if someone else can take the load. She's clearly ready to listen if that's not possible, but she does the fair thing to try and put her own oxygen mask on first.

That nuance really got me and sort of ties into the overarching way this episode handled the whole ordeal: Nobody is at fault for how this episode went, or how the adventure ultimately ended, and nobody blames themselves for it.

Pomni isn't treated like her efforts to help "weren't enough" but also doesn't get shouldered with the credit for "saving" Gangle - that's not how mental illness works. While being kind to others can have a major positive impact, it's not fair for people left behind when someone passes due to suicide or suicidally reckless behavior like manic episodes often include to blame themselves for "not doing enough."

Likewise, Zooble doesn't blame themselves for Gangle's misery, simple acknowledging that their idea didn't work and that they'd help their friend keep trying.

Even CAINE isn't really an antagonist in this one. In fact, he's the LEAST antagonistic he's ever been, choosing an adventure from the group's suggestions and actively trying to support their ideas. He literally did nothing wrong in this one beyond maybe being a bit insensitive in places.

There's just something really... refreshing and unexpected about that to me. I'm not saying it's bad for shows to actively address these issues by talking through them less subtly, but there's something about how casually this episode handles it. Nobody is the bad guy. Nobody actively makes a choice to harm Gangle, except maybe Jax with a rude comment because he's Jax - not even Gangle herself.

Mental illness just be like that sometimes.

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aaron warner x ferrars! reader pt. 4

(continuation from part three)

who knew running a new country was so hard? spoiler alert: apparently everyone but you and your sister. your asylum days never looked so simple.

a/n: hi… i’m back 🔥🔥 i’d like to start by apologizing for the stupid long wait. it was unfair to my readers and i swear i had no intention to leave people waiting. i genuinely forget sometimes people really like my writing </3 and i truly am grateful to the people who read. let’s jus say i have been busy and yet so unmotivated for the littlest things. i won’t bore w the details i’m sure y’all are jus happy i finally posted part 4. again REALLY sorry for the wait and pls enjoy. also now adding borders to my fics (ill edit the old ones too)

word count: 9k

warnings: few plot changes, fights and feuds, violence and blood mention, castle slander, angst, buzzcut aaron 😣😣😣

things were finally looking up for the rebellion. you'd manage to overthrow the supreme commander and his army, the reestablishment no longer ruled over your part of the land - making it open to new possibilities of government.

you never wished you paid attention in your social studies classes until now.

there were so many regulations you had to learn, matters you had to discuss, and, of course, the never-ending paperwork. your least favorite part. it didn't help you were behind on learning the fancy terminology for topics. 'can't people ever just say what they mean?'

juliette's optimism for being a leader was diminishing every time she had to meet with castle on strategy. he poorly disguised his disapproval of leadership upon every encounter.

but you learned to ignore it along the way. it wasn't as if he was ever the perfect leader either, plus you'd get the gist of the whole leadership thing soon. you silently prayed.

in the midst of all the responsibilities, you had to keep aaron from killing kenji most of the time. they were originally getting on somewhat friendly enough terms, but that was before the incident occurred.

that day, kenji barged in with urgency into your room as you were looking over papers. he went on to say there was a 'serious' problem, and you worriedly assumed it had to do with the reestablishment. but it instead involved your boyfriend.

"seriously kenji? i thought we were under attack or someone died!"

"someone will die if you don't handle your boyfriend right now. hopefully better than you've been handling being supreme comm-" kenji was cut off by the click of a gun.

"i dare you to finish your sentence."

with the barrel to his head, kenji quickly defended his words with the barrel to his head. aaron and him bickered back and forth. kenji turned to you for help, but all you did was shrug and mouth 'karma.' then he hit kenji's head with said gun.

"okay, that's enough, can someone explain to me what the issue is here?"

"this is the issue." aaron then turned to reveal chunks of different sizes along the back of his head. you gasp at his ruined hair.

"oh my god, kenji what the hell did you do?"

"i gave him a trim just like he asked!"

this made another argument burst out between the two. kenji denying his mistake and aaron picking the gun back up and threatening to kill him.

"aaron put the gun down."

aaron reluctantly does so, but his glare at kenji doesn't drop.

"phew, thanks, princess."

"kenjii since you "trimmed" warner's hair, i think it's only fair that he does the same to yours." you proclaim.

kenji looks toward you in horror, "no way!"

aaron wastes no time in going to the bathroom and returning with a razor. he gives him a terrifying smile, "i'm only going to trim the edges."

kenji bolted out of the room a second later, complaining about favoritism on the way out.

aaron ended up having no choice but to shave the rest of his hair, leaving him with a military-style buzz cut. you would mourn the longer hair, but truthfully, it did nothing to tarnish his looks.

sector 45, after sending several invitations, finally received a rvsp for an international leadership conference held at your sector. from oceania, is what delalieu told you and juliette.

you started to come to the realization about the lack of history you knew about warner. sure, you knew him deeply now, but you knew so little about his past. castle made it evident when he mentioned to you and juliette his possible connection to oceania's leaders. castle, annoyingly, did not disclose anymore and insisted aaron needed to be the one to tell. yet, he judged how little you both knew about oceania.

warner being immersed into his work left little time for that. while aaron had been helpful in your learning some etiquettes, he'd been closing off his emotions since he father's death. even after many attempts of trying to get him to open up, he vowed he was okay. you had a slim to none chance of prying information about oceania from him.

you felt lost and angry. for being supreme commanders, you and juliette seemed to be almost always out of the loop. castle regarded you as experiments, seeing how two naive teenage girls could survive being leaders. the rest of the world wasn't any different.

you offered the idea of just reading castle's mind, but juliette thought it could lead to mistrust toward you. she believed you both needed to remain calm for the moment, which is what you have done so far. but you were getting a bit bitter playing nice for so long.

at times you felt juliette left you of the leadership issues. she insisted to be the one to tackle meetings and discussion with castle, she sometimes gave answers before even discussing it with you, and even delalieu seemed to report everything to her first before it got to you. you would never bring it up, and just wrote it off as her still getting the hang of everything. but in the back of your mind you worried it was only a foreshadow.

on the way to see the new headquarters, castle rushed to you. he begged you and juliette to reconsider taking warner with you to greet the guest downstairs. you had no clue what he was on about, but played along and told him warner wasn't needed. you quickly caught on to the situation.

you rushed back to your room, put on what you deemed appropriate clothing and freshened up your hair and face. you were still putting on your shoes when you left.

on the way, you thought about how odd it was juliette didn't even bother to inform you. even if you were busy, you both had pagers to contact one another for important events such as this one.

you hear sounds of greetings as you approach the reception. you luckily hadn't missed out on much.

you see kenji along side juliette and feel a pang of betrayal. juliette was subtly shocked and kenji was confused to see you. but you cover it up with a smile as you turn to see the guest.

"apologies for my delay, i was held up with some prior matters." you hold a hand out, "it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm y/n."

the guest introduces himself as haider, and you can't help but notice a glint of recognition as he looks you over.

but that was forgotten as you came to find out haider wasn't aware of the fact sector 45 had another supreme commander as it wasn't mentioned on the invitation. you told him it must've been a mistake, but you threw a questioning glance to juliette.

you felt yourself get lost as the meeting when on. haider didn’t make it discreet he knew warner very well. he made a brief comment on his relationship with the other supreme commander children.

“i’ve got to say, when i first heard about warner being involved with a girl — i had strong doubts. he has never been the relationship type. unless you count lena. oh, but i’m sure you know all about her by now. they were together for almost two-years after all.”

you had no idea who lena was, but you had a strong sense you wouldn’t like the answer. haider had obviously knew this, and faked ignorance with his comment.

“oh. he hasn’t mentioned his ex-girl friend?”

your heart dropped. you glanced at kenji and juliette from the side of your eyed and they held the same face of surprise. you did your best to remain unphased with a polite smile.

“must’ve just not been important enough to discuss. like right now. i’d prefer if we got back on track of the topic instead of digging into my personal relations.”

if haider was impressed or offended he didn’t show and shifted subjects. you tried your best to listen in as juliette spoke with him about dinner, but the thought of warner having an ex-girlfriend floated around in your mind for the rest of the meeting.

the second haider left the room, and you all burst into a discussion for the next step. dinner would be in less than an hour, and you were still filled in with little to no information about haider and his intentions. you knew the next step would be for you to talk to aaron about it, but you weren’t sure you could be alone with him with this newfound information about his past. you got juliette and kenji to come along with you to question him under the excuse that it would be easier than relaying whatever he told you.

before you three could do that, you didn’t forget their actions before this meeting. you knew it would be the worst time to discuss especially with how limited time was, but you spoke without thinking when you saw juliette heading towards the door.

“why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?”

she sighs and brushes you off saying it wasn’t the most important subject right now. but you already begin, so you thought you might as well get some answers, and pushed her for an explanation.

“we’re suppose to be in this together, how could you leave me in the dark—”

“because i didn’t think you could handle it, and quite frankly, castle agreed with me.”

“what?” you were dumfounded by her response.

“you’ve been so unruly lately, and i get it doing this whole supreme commander thing has been challenging — but i couldn’t afford anything with this meeting.”

“unruly? just because i don’t want to listen to every little thing castle says. news flash, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t support us leading sector 45.”

“he knows far more than us, we should take what he says wisely.”

“j has a point y/n, castle has a lot of experience—” kenji intercepts.

“shut up! you’re just as guilty as juliette. i thought we were friends and then you help juliette hide this meeting from me!” you spit at kenji.

he stays silent, for once. but it says more than enough for you. you turn your bitterness back to your sister.

“was it his idea to only put down you as the supreme commander on the invitations, too?”

“yes.” she reluctantly admits. “castle wasn’t sure if the idea of two supreme commanders would go well over with orher sectors. i swear, y/n, i only found out once they were already sent.”

you didn’t care for reasoning. you were angry at it all. “i agreed to do this for you! it was you wanted us to do this together! ”

“and maybe i’m starting to regret that.”

your face dropped. juliette’s eyes widened as she realized the weight of her words. but it was too late to apologize.

you scoff, “alright. fine. go ahead and do it yourself. go and question warner about haider yourself and talk to castle and beg for his help for dinner. because i’m done being supreme commander. but it’s not like i ever was, right?”

you can’t help but leave a final comment before you stalk out the door, “you know what’s funny? i found out about the meeting because castle wanted me to tell you to not do it on your own, to bring warner, he said. guess you’re unruly to him too.”

with limited options of locations juliette, kenji, or warner wouldn’t be able to find you, you had to resort to being hiding in your old room you were once held captive in.

now less clouded by anger, you facepalmed yourself. perhaps just quitting being supreme commander had been a rash decision. you weren’t even quite sure if you could just quit like that. but you would rather be jobless than take back your words to juliette.

maybe she was right, you are quite unruly. but you had no plans to admit it to her.

you thought back to aaron. you wanted his comfort, but you still were upset about the ex-girlfriend situation. even if you said it was important, you had somewhat of a right to know when your boyfriend was in a past relationship.

you hated how castle was right about how much you lack knowledge about aaron’s history. and you know you should probably be there with kenji and juliette talking to aaron, but you were too prideful, and a little embarrassed to do so.

so you collected yourself as made your way back to your room (taking twists and turns to avoid anyone you didn’t want to see) to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the dinner to come.

unfortunately for you, aaron was sitting on your bed waiting for your return when you stepped into the room. you we’re unsure on how to greet him since he likely was informed about earlier events through juliette and kenji.

“oh my god, you scared me.”

“my apologies, amor. but i had to see you after you you didn’t arrive with kenji and juliette when they went to ask me about haider.”

you went into your closet as he spoke from your bed, picking out a nice dress for dinner. “got into a fight with them and it didn’t end well. then i dramatically quit being supreme commander.” you explained nonchantly.

he was taken aback, “you quit? just like that?”

“yeah.” you confirm walking out the closet with a lilac dress on arm, “you think this’ll be good enough, or it it too much?”

“you’ll look astonishing as always. but don’t change the topic, what happened to that headstrong nature of yours i admire? you can’t just give up after a silly fight.”

you groan, and toss the dress on tour bef next to him, “i really don’t want to talk about it right now. can’t you just tell me what shoes go with this dress?”

“amor.” aaron stands up and interwines his hands in yours, “please don’t shut me out.”

you bitterness rose back up at his words and you drop aaron’s hands. “that’s ironic coming from you.”

“amor, please don’t pick a fight with me.”

“castle once told me i didn’t know you as well as i thought. and he’s right, aaron. any mention of your past and you close right up.”

aaron sighs, “i’m not an open person, you know this. it’s harder for me to talk about my personal life than it is for you. but i mean it when i say i am trying for you.”

“really? then why didn’t you even bother to mention you knew haider. or how about the fact you have an ex-girlfriend! you know how embarrassing it was for someone from a different continent to tell you more than you knew about your boyfriend?”

“lena?” he asks furrowing his brows. “she was barely a girlfriend. haider likely only mentioned her to rile you up and it’s working, so please calm down.”

“oh my god. there you go again! you want to just sweep it under the rug, and i’m tired of it. all i want is a little more openness from you.”

“i have been open, there’s no one closer to my heart than you. please understand that just certain subject are—“

“hard to talk about, yeah i’ve got that.” you exasperated. “i just think it’s important to mention a two-year relationship.”

“it was purely physical.”

your heart stings. “so, physical relationships just mean nothing to you? everything physical we’ve shared hasn’t meant anything to you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i was different back then!”

you turn around, “just go warner. i’d like to be alone right now before dinner.”

aaron didn’t anything else, he knew your word was final. not because of his sense of your emotions, but by the fact you used his last name.

in less than an hour you managed to fight with every person close to you. and you had to see said people at dinner in less than ten minutes. somehow, you blamed castle for your luck.

delalieu knocked on your door to escort you to dinner. you weren’t sure of aaron had told him to or perhaps he had pity that you would be entering alone. either way you were happy to walk with someone you weren’t upset with.

luckily, you had arrived before the guests did. but unluckily, kenji, juliette, and aaron were already there. your usual spot was next to aaron and infront of juliette, kenji sometimes next to you or her. but juliette sat at the head of the table now, kenji to her right and aaron to her left. you had no choice but to awkwardly sit next to warner due to the limited seating. plus you’d rather not show haider theres issues amongst you four.

kenji and juliete silently conversed, your sister ignored you fully while kenji glimpsed at you with a small frown. you could feel aaron turn in your direction, but your gaze focused on the empty seat next to you.

haider arrived shortly, greeted aaron first with a hug, one aaron was visibly discomforted by. then discreetly spoke, both using arabic tongues. which none of you knew he had. ypu almost choke on nothing as he casually reveals aaron know seven languages. the rest of you greeted him curtly, and he took a seat in front of you.

haider wasn’t the only guest at the dinner, his sister nazeera showing up was a bit of a surprise to the rest of you.

nazeera is gorgeous, with her smooth carmel complexion, dark eyes and strong features. her face held diamonds percing; two on her eyebrow and one below her lip. she wore a wrap that covered her whole hair, and it did nothing to lessen her beauty — it enhanced it.

she stared at juliette before she turned to you. you were unsure of the expression she held, and part of you wanted to just find out yourself, but you knew better.

both you and juliette stood up to greet her, and she accepted politely. she gave aaron a mere nod then proceeded to sit down next to you, instead of her brother. but if anything it gave you more of a reason to not talk to the people beside you.

aaron started the conversation about her scraf, but kenji was the one who made an offhanded comment regarding her head scarf, which you learned was called a hijab, claiming it was banned to wear them since it was stabled with religion. nazeera didn’t shy away from answering, she stood her stance and didn’t care for reestablishment rules despite being a supreme commander’s daughter.

nazeera has a sharp tongue and kenji was not prepared for it. you tried to hide you smile as kenji got more flustered with his words. she was highly more likable than her brother.

“are all the other supreme commander kids like this?” you ask her.

“only the ones who aren’t insufferable.” she stands up from her seat, “so, no,” she tells you with a wink. nazeera then announces her departures and leaves the dining table.

you had a good feeling about her. and even though you and juliette were at odds, you knew she also admired nazeera already.

aaron and kenji bickered a bit before haider bid his goodbyes. aaron took the liberty of escorting him to his quarters. a job that likely should’ve been done by you or juliette, but frankly, you didn’t like the guy much to care.

now juliette, kenji, and you sat in an awkward silence. part of you wanted to mend things with your sister, but majority of you felt she should take the first step. kenji looked ready to say something, but held his tongue.

you figured it was the most you’ll get, so you mumbled a goodbye and headed off to your room.

half way there, you stopped. even if you felt you were the one in the right, you were ready to make the first move if it meant rehashing things with your sister and best friend. you rerouted back to the dining room.

before you could enter, you heard talking. you peeked through the slit of the open door and saw nazeera, juliette, and kenji talking.

suddenly, and ugly feeling boiled in your stomach. seeing them all conversing (mainly juliette and nazeera because kenji was mixing his words) made you realize how perfect the three looked together. almost natural. it made you think of how easy it would be to replace you. nazeera would be the one teasing and messing with kenji. nazeera would be the sister you imagined juliette wished she had instead — one who was confident, witted, and courageous. everything you lacked these days.

maybe they just didn’t need you nearly as much as you needed them.

you couldn’t even place your vexation on nazeera. you just met her today, and she was already someone you knew was amazing as she presented herself.

you never entered the dining room. you left before anyone could notice you dejectedly walking away.

the following morning wasn’t better. delalieu knocked on your just as the sun was starting to rise, your restless sleep did nothing to help wake you up. he informed you you’d been invited to accompany haider, and nazeera would likely be joininng. you nodded, thanked him, and sent him on his way.

as soon as the door closed, you grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it. haider was already being a pain, and it was his second day.

worst part was, delalieu failed to mention haider had also invited others.

you were unpleasantly surprised to see all three of the people you quarreled with arriving after you.

you weren’t sure who to walk aside. but on instinct you stood next to aaron before you could remember your vendetta. juliette was on one side of haider and you were on the other. nazeera and kenji followed closely behind.

it was unbearably silent the first few steps, there wasn’t a word uttered. the tension would’ve needed a axe to cut.

you couldn’t help but peek at aaron from the side of your eye. you quickly looked forward when you accidentally made eye contact. he sighed quietly after. you hated how badly you had to clench your fist to prevent yourself from latching it onto his.

haider broke the silence. he asked warner if he would be attending the continental symposium. you and juliette only knew briefly about it. no one ever mentioned the nature of the event to either of you.

but when juliette inferred haider about it, you both realized how big the event was.

“i wasn’t sure whether you’d both attend since the late supreme commander anderson has never attended public gathering.”

“we’ll both very much be there.” you add in quickly.

“of course, we aren’t hiding from the world,” juliette adds in, “when will it be?”

haider’s eye slightly widened as if she asked an incredulous question. but it made sense after he revealed it would be in two days. he innocently answered, but you knew he was satisfied having caught juliette off guard.

“it’s really my fault for that. juliette’s been so diligent with managing all other issues i thought it would be better if i took it off her shoulder’s and handled it. but silly me, i’d forgotten to keep her posted on the date.”

you jumped in with an excuse to defend your sister because even if you two weren’t on good terms, you wouldn’t let someone try to toy with her.

juliette looks to you grateful for the help, and you give her a small smile in return.

aaron added in, “she’s right, we’re finalizing the program with delalieu today, who is hard at work planning the details.”

you give his hand a tight squeeze as a ‘thank you’. but as you try to let go, aaron’s hand engulfs your tightly to stop you. you try to wiggle your hand a little, but eventually it it be.

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling.

aaron asks haider for his plans during the remainder of his stay. he mentions catching up with old friends then goes on to say juliette and you must’ve received numerous invitations from the other kids of supreme commanders.

“we haven’t gotten the whole group together in far too long,” haider says.

you raise a brow, “whole group? just how many of you are there?”

suddenly everyone stops as haider’s demeanor goes from unauthentic sincerity to ice cold. it almost scares you.

he harshly grabs aaron’s arm,wretching your hands apart, and pulls him forward. haider asks angrily if he’s shared little to nothing about ‘them’ with you.

“you turn your back on us for this — this child? how stupid could you be? you have to know it won’t end well, i promise you that.”

“hey! let go.” you protest.

haider scoffs and ignores you. “i thought it couldn’t be true you’d fallen for a psychotic girl’s insignificant freak sister. i defended you, just to find out it all true. what the hell happened to you?”

you’d had enough shoved him away with your gift, hard enough to cause him to stumble back a little.

haider was stunned by the sudden force then notices the red aura from your hand.

“what did you just do?”

you shrug, “how could a child like me do something? but if you touch him like that again you’ll end up just like the last supreme commander. i promise you that.”

“is that a threat?”

“why don’t you find out?”

haider laughs, almost delighted by the fact you threatened to basically kill him. everyone else unintentionally lets out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding, especially juliette who had been ready to intervene.

haider requested to speak with aaron alone, promising to keep his hands to himself. you and aaron shared a look, and you knew he’d be alright. he gives you a smile that was made for you, and you return it.

the fight from the say before was long forgotten. you knew no matter how many fights you’d have, you’d do almost anything for him.

part of you still hoped for a grand apology, but this would be more than enough. now, you hoped to eventually make amends with the other two.

you walked off, not quite sure the destination. you figured you might as well go on a walk yourself since the planned one got disrupted. but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.

“hey, uhm,” it’s juliette’s voice, “do you think we could talk? i mean..later because we’re all so busy and obviously you have stuff to do-“

“yeah.” you smile, “i’d like that.”

you both share heartfelt grins. you wave at kenji and nazeera from your spot and walk back toward the base. this time, with a happier kick in your step.

a good few steps in — you felt it, an abrupt change in the environment. it was almost too eerie, and you realized there was no one in sight, not even the guards who are meant to follow you from a generous distance.

you came to the conclusion it was no accident when the first shot punctured your shoulder. the second through your side.

you scream in agony to as you attempt to flee from the open, but more bullets ensue. you manage to block a few with your energy, but the pain was painful enough to leave some to hit your busy, such as your thigh. but the one that made you topple over was a bullet near the chest, in almost the same spot anderson once shot you.

you managed to block it before it was a fatal hit, but it hit you enough to be painful and draw blood.

you were half conscious, the world foggy and blurry in your eyes. you felt someone approach you and kneel down to tower over your defenseless body. a sudden pressure on your neck woke you up enough to understand this person was choking you to kill you.

you used whatever energy you had left to try and push the person off of you. the lack of oxygen and the increase of black spots made it hard for you to focus on pushing the person off.

your adrenaline kicked in to created enough power to get the man off of you. as soon as he groan in pain, you started to feebly crawl away from the perpetuator. your blood likely dragging on the concrete now. but they composed fast, and grabbed onto your ankle. you fid what you could and grabbed the nearest rock and hit them on the head with it. but ir wasn’t enough to stop them from grabbing you again.

at that point you were worn out, too tired to even move a muscle. the loss of blood was starting to make you woozy, and the bullets seemed far more painful than you remembered. you couldn’t register you were on the verge of death.

but the pressure on your neck never returned. instead came the noises of violent punches and broken bones. a new person crouched beside you, you knew they meant you no harm as they assessed your wounds and chanted assuring words.

in your deliriousness, you babbled on about how they looked like your friend kenji, one whom you fought with and missed so much.

“i’m sure your friend misses you too.” kenji responds, doing his best to keep you awake.

you blacked when another person, stronger than the first, carefully carried you and rushed toward the base.

in the medical bay, you were in and out of consciousness. you remember sara and sonya hurriedly tending you, kenji freaking out in the back, and aaron worriedly beside you. your first thought was, ‘where’s juliette?’

unbeknownst to you at the time, juliette was getting her wounds treated as well. she had been shot too, but not nearly as fatal as you. she was caught off guard alone as well, but her attacker only aimed to disable her. nazeera had been near by when she heard the commotion and saved her.

juliette was shot moments before you, and aaron believed it was worked as a distraction so your assailant could successfully kill you.

kenji was the one to find you. after juliette had been injured, he went to find you and arrived in the nick of time.

it took almost two days before you could wake up fully without passing out every minute. the first face you saw was aaron — who was already at your beside, holding your hand tightly — almost like he was praying.

when he noticed you’d woken up, his face became relaxed. he pecked you on the lips before badgering you with questions about your state. you assured him you were alright, and had to repeat it over and over.

your body still ached greatly due to the poison laced in the bullets sara and sonya explained to you. your wounds were healed, but there were still possibility of hallucinations from the poison.

after asking for your sister, sara had informed you of her situation, but quickly told you she was alright after seeing your worried eyes.

the culprits had been caught and sent to the holding cells, but they had refused to cooperate. meaning there was zero information on who was behind both your attacks.

aaron was monitoring you intently, when you sat up he rushed to help. he hadn’t stopped holding onto you since you woke up, as if you’d disappear if he let go. his eyes were red-rimmed, but you didn’t comment on it.

you felt bad for giving him a near-death scare again, and berated yourself for leaving yourself vulnerable. even worse, since your sister had also been hurt. aaron put the blame on himself for leaving you unattended.

no matter what you said, warner seemed distraught. his eyes told you there was more to the issue, he was holding back. as he remembered what the issue was, he grew distant. his grip on your hand loosened.

“is everything okay?”

“as long as you’re okay, amor.” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i have to speak with you about something.”

“about what?”

“not here. let’s get you out of here and cleaned up before we talk.”

you nod. you were more than ready to get out the the med bay. your thoughts went to the coming symposium, with you and juliette being temporarily mia, there was likely a plethora of things still needed to get done.

you were happy to finally get a chance to shower. the grime and blood were now down the drain. once done, you changed and went back into your room where aaron was waiting.

before he could get a word in, you embraced him tightly, and he didn’t hesitate to hold you. after almost dying, you just wanted the comfort of aaron. kenji would call you crazy for putting ‘comfort’ and ‘aaron’ in the same sentence.

you kiss him, after what’s felt like forever. it’s not fiery or rushed, but deliberate and emotional. everything was gone from your surrounding for a moment, it was just the two of you. you felt safe. but then aaron pulled away from you, and held onto your hands.

“amor, i need to tell you something. it’s important.” his eyes are looking at everywhere but you.

“you can tell me anything.” you reassure.

he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his blonde hair. your nerves begin to spike, you’ve never seen aaron so hesitant to speak, he’s almost scared.

“i’ll start from the beginning.”

and he did. he told you the start of the reestablishment, their campaigns, ideals, and plans to take over. then, he shifts to the ‘unnatural’s’ and how after they were discovered, they were exploited by the reestablishment.

aaron tells you about two girls who were willingly given over to the reestablishment to be experimented and tested on. you were getting confused on where the conversation was going.

“aaron, why are you explaining all this?”

“because one of those girls is juliette.”

you didn’t know what to say, you were thrown into a loop you still weren’t fully comprehending.

“i don’t understand..”

“the parents you lived with weren’t your biological ones. y/n, you’re both adopted.”

your reality was warped in a matter of seconds. you never felt connected to your ‘parents’, but finding out you came from a different family?

“w-wait… so the people juliette and i lived with for almost our entire lives aren’t our parents?” aaron nods.

“so where are our biological parents? are they alive? wait… who’s the other girl you mentioned before?”

your head was jumbled up, you were trying to get so many answering at once while still trying to process.

aaron closes his eyes for a second before the green is visible again. “that other girl is juliette’s sister. but it’s not you, amor. you and juliette are not biologically related.”

you were frozen, as if time itself had stopped. you free from aaron’s hands and distance yourself. everything had change.

aaron keeps speaking, saying he only knew of juliette’s real sister and parents and sister until recently. castle was the one who told him the information to put the pieces together. castle was the one who urged him to tell you because the reestablishment was was coming, very soon.

“there was no record of you before you were adopted, i had always assumed it was only juliette adopted. it was only after you came here and i ran your dna, along with juliette’s, did i find yours different from your parents.”

juliette wasn’t actually your sister. the parents and girl you grew up with aren’t related to you at all. everytime you talked to aaron about were grateful for juliette as a sister, he knew the truth the whole time.

it took you five minute of speak again. you didn’t care for the rest at the moment, you still had to have another question of yours answered.

“if juliette’s biological parents work for the reestablishment, where are mine?”

“i swear, i had no idea-“

“please. just tell me.”

the more you heart, the more your heart shatters. to stay and watch over sector 45 while his father left to the capital, anderson had him prove himself. it started with emmaline, juliette’s real sister. he was in charge of her imprisonment and torture. but then his father sent him one more task before he was supreme commander.

anderson transported a man and woman to sector 45, aaron was commanded to get information, by any means, out of them. it went on for a year, until anderson saw no value in keeping them anymore.

his father ordered a public execution, and aaron did as he was told. only when finding a journal of his father just hours before you woke up did he get the identity of those people. your parents.

it was the final straw to send you spiraling. you don’t know if you got on the floor or started yelling first. aaron knelt down next to you, trying to soothe you, but it was only making it worse.

you don’t even feel the tears are running down your face. aaron apologizes over and over saying, no matter how many times you told him to stop. you could only keep saying ‘why?’ over and over.

‘why did you keep this from me?’

‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’

when aaron tried holding you, you roughly shoved him away. his touch no longer felt loving. instead, it became poisonous.

“don’t touch me.”

“amor, please. i love you, so much.”

“you don’t know how to love anyone. you’re a fucking coward.”

the room was suffocating you. you felt trapped and had to get out of there. you got up and booked it out the door, not stopping when aaron called out your name.

you keeping running and let your legs guide you to your destination. the moment you spotted the white door, you came to a halt.

you barge in with no warning, startling the two people in the room. you take big step toward your target and, without hesitation, you slap castle.

“oh my god— what the hell, y/n!”

kenji’s presence does nothing to stop you, “did you have your kicks keeping secrets from us this entire time?”

castle sighs, now unphased by your violence, “i assume warner told you.”

“we trusted you! and all you did was keep us in the dark about our own fucking life!”

“what the hell is going on?”

“does juliette know?”

“i talked to her not long before warner went to you.”

‘oh god,’ you thought. you worried that was the reason juliette has lacked to see you since you’ve woken up.

“miss ferrars, it was not my intention to cause pain to your or your sis— juliette.”

his error struck a nerve, “no, but it was your intention to be a liar and snake, screw you.”

you stormed out in a rage, not before doing a 180 on castle’s desk. you hoped he’d have the worst time cleaning up.

you ran. out of his office and out of the compound. away from it all. you finally stopped after being knee-deep into a forest.

not caring for your surroundings, you sat down on the nearest large rock. it was then you realized how much energy you exhausted. you took in deep breaths to regain your breathing stability. the oxygen filled your lung helped to calm you down for the first time in the past hour.

with no one around, you finally had the time to think straight without anger and despair clouding your judgement. you weren’t even sure if you could exhaust anymore tears.

but it turned out you did. going through the events of the past hour, didn’t help with processing as you thought it would. it only made you relive the heart-ache.

took half an hour to calm down your sobbing. but it was oddly comforting doing it in a place no one would hear you.

you decided didn’t wanna focus on everything you learned. not on aaron. not on being adopted. not on juliette not being your sister. not on your parents being dead before you got the chance to meet them.

you focused on what you could control — the coming continental symposium. it would be in less than a day. you had nothing prepared, not even attire; much less a speech.

you had no idea how you could show up and presume your personality from before. how could you face the supreme commander kids in a state like this? your thoughts wondered to juliette on what her plan would be. but then it hit you; how was juliette handling it?

when you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her all day. she didn’t see you when you woke up, nor before you and aaron talked. she likely didn’t take this news lightly, especially regarding her sister.

thinking about juliette having a sister, that wasn’t you, was painful. your bond wouldn’t be the same. you weren’t blood, juliette no longer had a reason to stand by your side.

despite telling yourself not to, you thought back to warner. his betrayal hurt deeper than castle’s. how could you trust him again? you couldn’t. it was over.

time passed like nothing being amongst nature. the once light blue sky, turned orange with pink hues, signaling the end of the day. you knew you couldn’t hide forever. you had to find juliette.

if your theory was right then juliette was not in her room. you brainstormed possible locations when you bumped into kenji.

“y/n? thank god, everyone’s been worried about where you went, and juliette—“

“where juliette? i need to see her now.”

“y/n… warner told me everything. i know it must be hard for you both, but i think typu both need some spac—“

you snap, “just tell me where she is kenji!”

“she’s not in the best state.”

“take me to her. now.”

kenji reluctantly leads you to the door of anderson’s office. when you saw it was locked, you pounded on the wood relentlessly.

“c’mon, let’s just go.” kenji persists.

“juliette! open the door!”

“go away.”

“juliette, please let me in. i wanna talk.”

“i don’t wanna speak to you.”

“well, i do.”

“you’re not my real sister, so leave me alone!”

“fine,” you scoff, “hopefully you treat your new sister a lot better than your treating me right now.”

“fuck you.”

“fuck you too!” you throw back.

“…bad time to say i told you so?”

you rolled your eyes at kenji’s remark and walk away. your anger resurged, and you needed somewhere to blow off steam. training room had been unfortunate to be your victim.

when you saw no one in sight, you took it as a sign to proceed. in a matter of seconds, objects where tossed across the room through your levitation. weights were scattered, some broken, benches were bent out of shape, even a few treadmills weren’t so kindly spared. you’d feel bad about the damage later, but it felt so good in that moment to get angry.

it was dark outside when your adrenaline was closing to nothing. your only had energy to sit on a mat laid across the floor. you figured you’d take a quick power nap before going back to your room to sleep.

as soon as you closed you eyes, you were passed out. you’d hadn’t realized just how much of your energy you exerted.

aaron warner was getting back from his debriefing with delalieu, when the open door of the training room caught his eyes.

he was more than dismayed to see the damage done to what once was the training center. he was irritated that he’d have to replace basically all equipment. aaron assumed there was violent fight that happened, but then his eyes fell upon your form sleeping soundly on the floor.

now, he was more impressed than annoyed at the damage done. he would’ve been slightly proud of he wasn’t the reason for you to lash out so brutally.

aaron picked up your limp body in his arms, and carried you off to bed; taking advantage of holding you again. because he wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to.

you were disoriented after waking up in your room, wondering how you ended up in your room when you’d fell asleep in the training room. you threw the possibly of sleeping walking to bed in, but then decides you didn’t care much for finding out.

it had been much later than you anticipated, and you were surprised no one woke you up. you dressed swiftly and headed out the door, despite a dreading feeling brewing in your gut.

first stop was to find delalieu, who actually found you first. he informed you the arrival of the newest guests and listened as he listed name. you stopped when he uttered the word ‘lena.’

“lena? as in warner’s ex-girlfriend?”

delalieu says nothing, but his eyes are looking at the ground. ‘so that’s a yes.’

great, you thought. you broke up less than twenty four hours ago and his ex already shows up.

then delalieu tells you juliette is already greeting guests, so your presence is not mandatory. he likely knows all of yesterday’s events, including your fight with her, so he’s likely trying to prevent conflict before the symposium.

a stronger person would’ve bitten the bullet and showed up anyway. but you weren’t that stronger person today. you would take to chance to avoid people you didn’t wanna see at any point.

perhaps it was a coward’s way, but you believed after everything, you were entitled to have at least one day.

you busied yourself in the office of your room; approving symposium plan and decor, looking through letters, and going through anderson’s old files — provided by delalieu.

kenji came to see you three hours before the symposium. you pretended to not here it the first couple times he knocked, but he was annoyingly persistent.

you weren’t mad at kenji, he didn’t know anything before you. but didn’t mean seeing him was easy, his presence always reminded you of juliette. you three had always hung out. now he was stuck in the middle.

kenji told you nazeera wanted to speak with you, so you granted her permission to enter. nazeera was quick to her point and told you the reestablishment’s plan; destroying sector 45. she advised you and juliette presented yourself strong at the event, to show everyone you’re a formidable enemy. plus, there was the possibility of sudden danger because of the plans the reestablishment had for juliette and you.

you found sudden danger was just always a given in your life.

you weren’t sure how you and juliette could show up united, you both were at odds and still processing everything you’ve been told. it would be nearly impossible to act as if nothing has changed.

were you even still supreme commander? you weren’t sure you ever ‘unquit’.

but, differences would have to be put aside. because everyone will be watching for your next move. and it may or may not lead to the demise of sector 45.

you missed just shooting and punching enemies.

kenji stuck around after nazeera left. you both discussed the danger to come. then, he filled you in on anything you missed, juliette’s buzzcut, warner sulking, the new guests, and, your favorite, lena being humbled by juliette.

apparently, she’d been ‘eager’ to meet you and asked juliette about your whereabouts. she referred to you as an ‘ex-girlfriend’ is what kenji told you. how she knew about the break up, you had no idea.

juliette looked her up and down before telling her you don’t waste your time with other insignificant to you.

you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe you were judging lena before knowing her, but based on that interaction; it told you enough.

once kenji left to get ready, you decided you’d do the same.

your nerves spiked the closer it got time for the big event. you spent a good hour deciding what would be best to wear. you hadn’t realized you relied on warner for fashion help until that moment.

you settled on a floor-length gown with beautiful embroidered and beaded details. you tried to avoid putting any accessories gifted to you by warner, but it was nearly impossible.

you attempted a makeup look, and you thought you did a pretty good job. and if not, kenji never frayed from being brutally honest to your face.

a guard knocked at your door to alert you that it was time. you cross your finger before exiting the room. time to face everyone you’d been avoiding.

everyone who was to go to the symposium was gathered outside the base, awaiting the vehicle to take them to the meeting location. as expected, everyone was dressed formally.

warner was quick to spot you and hurriedly walked to you. you power walked to get away from him, and hopefully find someone you liked at the moment. but, nonetheless, he caught up to you.

“i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“please, amor. hear me out.”

warner pulls you close to him, holding your hands hostage at his chest. you look into his eyes, and you can see how tired he looks. he’s hadn’t slept well, and it was obvious.

“what could you possibly have to say to me?”

“what could i possibly not have to say to you?”

“i’m sure you rather entertain you’re ex-girlfriend over day, glaring daggers to us.”

“you know that’s not true.”

“do i? i don’t know anything that’s true lately.”

“i love you. my hearts burns for you greatly, and a moment without you is one i can’t bare.”

“i don’t want to hear—“

“my heart has always been yours. i’ll never be able to take back everything i’ve done, but i refuse to lose you because of it.”

“aaron.”

“you can scream or yell at me all you want, if it means you’ll stay by my side.”

his forehead presses against yours. his eyes are focused on every feature of your face that hes already committed to memory.

“say you forgive me, amor.” he whispers so vulnerably.

you want to kiss him. you want everything to be magically better after. you want to believe this is another challenge you both can overcome.

but you can’t. at least no so soon.

you’re holding back tears, but aaron already has one going down his face.

“i can’t.” you distance yourself from warner. “every time i see you, i’m reminded of your betrayal. reminded how much heart-ache you’ve caused me. it can’t be so easily forgotten, aaron. not when i still love you so much.”

you were thankful to be distracted when the guards informed you the rides were here. but your thoughts switched as you noticed you’d have to be enclosed with aaron, juliette, and kenji for fifteen minutes, especially when you had to sit next to warner because juliette was just as mad at him as well.

you the were first out given the chance. you were overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed. thinking about juliette and you having to speak in-front of them all was intimidating. and likely all of them hoped for your demise. fun.

now, juliette took the podium, and you were next to her. you two have yet to discuss anything, so you’ll have to wing your speech to match the tone of hers.

but before she could start, the chaos begins. numerous people being protesting and berating both you & juliette and sector 45.

it was all getting jumbled, but there were various ‘traitors’, ‘you’re just children!’, and ‘freaks.’

to defend juliette, you move to the microphone and angrily demand everyone to quiet down, you do your best to yell over the voices rioting.

out of nowhere, the stage you’re standing on explodes. you’re both launched ten or more feet back. then chaos ensues.

theres a ringing in your ear, making it hard to hear anything; only you witness it all from the ground. people running left and right, the stage was now on fire, and men in uniform started invading the premises.

you see juliette lying on the ground not too far from you. you croak her name, then aaron’s and kenji’s, but you’re not sure if you’re even using your vocals.

you feel yourself being dragged away, you’re unmoving. you feel numb, not able to identify which parts of you are injured.

it’s all happening on slow motion in your vision.

you can see the same happening to juliette. with your head above the ground you see a new perspective. you finally see your friends, some are lying motionless, others are running.

you find kenji helping others escape and aaron with him taking down as many guards. then aaron spots you being dragged away, and his eyes widen. he’s on the move to reach for you, but his distraction leaves an opening for a soldier to take him down from behind.

it takes five soldiers to hold him down, he’s yelling your name, and you don’t react. they finally hand cuff him, not wasting a moment to inject him with something strong enough to incapacitate him.

kenji follow the same fate, not being able to get away invisible before nazeera knocks him out.

a man stands in front of you, blocking you from seeing the scene. you recognize the black expensive boots immediately.

“seems we both have a habit of not staying dead.”

anderson lunges the barrel of the pistol against your head — then it all went black.

you were so sick of seventeen.

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Vanity X blood part 26

Blood! "Blood teleported when vanity called for him." Yes, babe? Uh, I want some attention. Have you been busy these last few days..... I agree, babe, so that's why you're coming with me to work. "Blood smiled because they were going to the holy palace." Really, I'm going with you, yes, but gotta go pick up my two pounds of weed first."Vanity was shocked at how much blood gets in weed" really two pounds? Yes, it helps with my bone pains and everything else. Oh, i get it now. Hmm, interesting? Yeah, but I'll be right back then. we'll leave, ok? Ok, love, do I need to pack anything? Papers bongs pipes and blunt paper? Ok blood ill see you when you get back. "Vanity kissed blood." Hurry before I get the urge soon. "Blood teleported away but back instantly with three pounds of weed, but vanity tackled blood on the couch." Work is gonna have to wait. I want you now. Ok babe, hehe

~few hours later, they were smoking a blunt the size of one of King Kings' fingers~

Ready to go? Mmm~ not yet. "Vanity got on top of blood again," ready? ~3 hours later~ better? Oh yeah, I got what I wanted, heheh, so work, huh? Sadly, yes, a gods job is never done right, Miss Vanity, shut up, you god draconequus i know I am thank you "they both got up blood got his icp hoodie on and packed the weed up then summoned a portal to heaven" oh my so bright? yeah, that's heaven for ya. Wait, heaven? Well, yeah, babe, what do you expect? Shut up before I make you~ "Blood did a sexy growl to her." That's it,"Vanity jumped on blood, flipping the couch over" ~6 hours later~" You good now, vani? Oh yeah, I'm perfect now~ ""Mmm, very prefect~" Oh, stop blood work, remember? Yes, let's go, babe. "Blood summoned a portal again to heaven they walked in and instantly had spears aimed at vani." Yo mofo, she's my gf, so back off. "They back down staring at vani." Sorry babe, my ark angel are asshole sometimes. "Blood and vani walked to the top of heaven blood sat on a cloud throne." Have a set, babe, don't mind if I do, "vani flopped on blood lap." mmm~ d-damn you~ i like you too, babe, hehe. "Then Adrian came up and started going over the jobs, but she looked up and instantly blushed." Is this a bad time, my lord? No, please continue Adrian. Well, today, we have one thousand souls coming and must be judged for hell, or they stay here ok that can wait anything else? Answering prayers, church soon, donations, curing ponies, you have a realm job, and you need to visit your mother's they came up to let me tell you so you know you have a package there. Ok, I guess church it is. Church? Well, yeah, wait, so church? Yes, now are you coming, babe? Yes, I'm not staying here without you. "Vani walked close to blood as other angels were staring at her." Why do they stare, babe? Because they are nosey, babe, don't worry about them worry about us and our church day. "Blood lighted a blunt and passed it to vani." Smoke up, babe gonna be a long church hearing. Oh my babe, hopefully I don't get the urge to dominate you while at church. heheh, you better not babe ill have punished you. "Blood smirked, puffing on the blunt." Don't fall off the clouds, babe. I'm falling alright. Hehe, no literally your gonna walk off of heaven. Huh, "vani felt herself going forward till blood grabbed her tail and pulled her back." That's what you meant, sorry, babe heh. Oops..... "vani looked down." Oh my? Ready Babe? Huh? Ready for what? Oh? Hmm, well, it's like this: "Blood kissed vani deeply, making her go weak in the body." mmm~ blood? Huh, where you go? You went numb, and I tried to catch you, but we're falling. Oh, falling, cool, nice. Ahhhh, "vani wrapped around blood tightly as blood was calm as a leaf." Relax, it's gonna b-be~ mmmm~ awhile~....that's n-not fai-ir, bab-be

~few hours later, still free falling~ were really high up, huh? Eh, we are about to the surface by now, really? Cool near the church, i hope. We will be in 3.......2.......1...... "they landed on the surface at the entrance of the pie church." Welcome, family and friends. This is my gf vani. Watch your eyes. I mean, it "the ponies walked in the church and sat down blood and vani went up to he stand" may God we trust "they all said may God we trust" I saw a vision today my followers from god herself she told me the time of Armageddon is upon us and we must act now or we will be the dammed from our sins lord hear our prayers "one pony stood up and walked out of her seat" priest blood i feel like we should fight instead of running amd I know I speak for all of us when we see you fight you inspired us to fight more for what we have I'd say fight?! "More ponies stood up and chanting fight," quite!!!!! "They all sat down instantly." If we're gonna fight for our home, then practice your spells, practice your kombat, and we will survive, "they all cheered, then vani started the dj booth and started playing jamming music" ~they partyed for days and nights not wanted to stop the party~ "then the party stopped at 2 weeks and the only two that was up were blood and vani vani was so stoned she greened out and her eyes were so blood shot but her body was still going blood was shocked seeing vani still able to stand and talk normal" babe your so cute I could kiss you and other stuff hehe. Yeah, and you're stoned from high hell, no? Yes, I am. "Vani climbed on bloods back, falling asleep while walking back to the caslte" night vani. "Blood kissed vanity forehead cuddling up to her"

Mod pie: my randomness is swear

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Ashes: Chapter 9

Chapter 9 of Ashes, a dark and extremely whumpy Cinderella retelling where the handsome prince is a sadistic villain and his former bride is out to get her revenge… before he can choose a new victim at the ball.

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Before

Another late morning. Elle freed herself from the mountain of blankets with a groan. Alexandre, as always, was long gone.

Elle never meant to sleep this late. She had always been an early riser. And yet now she was always dragging herself out of bed several hours after sunrise.

It was the wine—she was certain of it. Every night, the prince wanted to drink together and listen to her talk. If she refused to drink, he would open her mouth for her and trickle the sharp liquid past her lips with a smile. And she still hadn’t developed a tolerance for the strong wine here. No matter how hard she tried to stay awake, she was always unconscious moments after taking her first sip, and didn’t wake until late in the morning. And with a head that felt stuffed with cotton, and limbs filled with lead.

Sometimes other things felt wrong when she woke, too. Stranger things. Like that burn she had noticed a few weeks ago, in the center of her palm. The burn had left a faint scar—she could still see if she looked closely enough. But she tried not to look. She tried not to think about it.

Normally, she allowed herself to wake gradually, letting the fuzziness clear, not getting out of bed until one of the palace servants came looking for her. Not today, though. Today she forced her leaden legs to swing over the side of the bed. She rose to her feet, clutching her head.

Today, she had a mission.

She stripped off the silk nightgown she didn’t remember putting on, and pulled on one of her simpler gowns, one she didn’t require a servant’s help to lace herself into. Then she slipped silently from the bedroom and took a turn down a little-used corridor, hopefully one where no servants would be busying themselves at this time of morning. She didn’t want to answer any questions about what she was doing or where she was going.

And if she was honest with herself, she didn’t want word of this morning’s errand getting back to Alexandre.

Elle had been living in the palace for weeks now. Weeks of jaw-dropping luxury, nightly feasts, and drowsy evenings full of strong wine. And in all that time, she had never yet met King Tyrus. Alexandre, whenever she asked, smiled his perfect smile and told her his father was still too ill for visitors, but that he would surely be feeling better soon. When she asked the servants about the king, they grew skittish and silent, and took the first excuse to duck out of the room.

Elle had had enough. She wanted to meet her father-in-law. She needed to meet him. Every smiling refusal from Alexandre, and every burst of tension from the servants, grew her conviction that he was the key to whatever was going on in the palace.

And something was going on. Even if she didn’t know how to put words to it.

On the surface, she was living a life finer than her most blissful dreams. She floated through her days on a cloud of ease and luxury. She wore the finest gowns in the kingdom, each specially made for her by the small army of royal seamstresses. Servants appeared at regular intervals to bring her what they called “snacks” or “small bites,” but were actually plates piled high with food finer than anything she might have eaten for supper back home. She read in the palace library for hours on end; she strolled the royal gardens, sometimes curling up for a lazy sunlit nap on one of the stone benches; she took gentle rides on a lazy pony who never tried to take advantage of her lack of riding experience.

But the palace halls had a strange silence to them. The servants worked with an aura of hushed fear about them, which disappeared into a burst of forced gaiety whenever they caught sight of her. No one mentioned the king, and when someone—usually Elle—said his name, everyone else scrambled to change the subject. There was one stone door that everyone gave a wide berth, crossing to the other side of the hallway so they wouldn’t have to pass too close. No one would answer her questions about the door, either.

She had tried it once. It had been locked.

As for Alexandre himself, he too was a happy dream, even if she wished she could see him more often. But she could hardly hold a grudge against him for his responsibilities toward his kingdom. And when she did see him, all his attention was on her—smiling at her, stroking her hair, asking her questions about her plans for her time as queen.

But she had a scar where he had bitten her. She could feel the small raised bump whenever she ran her tongue along the inside of her lip. And then there were the other scars, like the burn on her palm. Another burn on the inside of her ankle. A jagged slash across her hipbone. She kept waking from her deep wine-induced sleeps with these strange injuries—and, stranger still, the conviction that Alexandre had caused them.

But that sounded crazy. It was crazy.

And yet here she was, sneaking through the back hallways of her palace to catch a glimpse of her own father-in-law.

At last, she stood before the door to the king’s private chambers. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, reminding her of the time she had held a live—and terrified—mouse in her hands before her father had chastised her for touching vermin. It had quivered like its heart would explode from its chest. That was how she felt now.

She wasn’t doing anything wrong. This was her home. King Tyrus was her family. She reminded herself of that as she knocked softly on the door.

Nobody answered. After a moment, she tried again. “It’s Elle,” she said in an apologetic tone, her lips pressed close to the door. “Prince Alexandre’s new wife. Would it be all right for me to come in?”

Still no answer.

With a nervous look down the empty hallway behind her, she slowly eased the door open.

Almost instantly, someone tried to push it shut from the other side. A young woman’s mousy face appeared in the crack. Elle could see a sliver of a servant’s uniform. “Please,” the servant said, her hushed voice nearly frantic. “This isn’t a good time.”

Elle’s father had always told her she had a stubborn streak that came out at the most unexpected times. This was one of those times. She had not come this far to be turned around so close to her goal. She set her jaw. “Prince Alexandre sent me,” she lied.

The servant shook her head. “He didn’t,” she said with conviction. “He wouldn’t send you here.”

Elle straightened, drawing on some newfound royal authority she hadn’t known she had in her. “I think I know my husband’s wishes better than you,” she said, with an apologetic smile to soften her words.

The servant shrank back. “The prince can’t know you’re here,” she said. “If he finds out…” She wrapped her arms around her skinny frame. “I’ve heard you’re a gentle soul. That you treat your servants with kindness. Please, if that’s true… if you have kindness in your heart… do me this favor now. Turn around, and tell no one you were here.”

Elle frowned. “What are you afraid of?”

The servant looked away and didn’t answer.

“I’ll tell no one I was here,” Elle promised. “But I need to see the king. Please.”

The servant shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

Why was Elle begging in her own home? “I will see the king,” she said, drawing on that unfamiliar authority once again. “If the prince is angry later, I’ll make sure he knows you’re not to blame. But you will not impede my movements in my palace.”

The servant shrank back with a soft eep, as if she were frightened of Elle. After a shivering moment, she pulled the door open the rest of the way. She darted from the room, the quickness of her movements increasing the resemblance to a mouse.

Elle stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. The air was thick with sweat and the too-sweet smell of sickness. She expected to find the king lying in his bed, but the bed was empty, the sheets and blankets impeccably smooth. She scanned the room with her eyes, searching—and jumped as she saw a white-haired figure sitting in a sumptuous armchair, staring directly at her.

“King Tyrus,” she said, and dropped her gaze. After a moment, she remembered to give a respectful curtsy. “I’m sorry to interrupt you while you’re resting. But I…” She paused. Why had she come here? Now that she was here, she found she couldn’t articulate her reasons, even to herself. “I have some questions,” she finished inadequately.

The king said nothing. When she raised her gaze to his again, his milky blue eyes seemed to stare through her. A trickle of drool dribbled from one corner of his mouth.

“Are you… all right?” Elle asked. “Again, I’m very sorry to disturb you. I know you’ve been ill.”

“Ill,” he echoed in a wet, rasping voice—or she thought he did, until he said it again, and she realized he was saying her name. ��Elle. Come closer. I need… to tell you…” His voice trailed off. He beckoned her closer with a single finger covered in crepe-paper skin.

She crossed the room to him and leaned down, struggling not to make a face at the stench that rolled off him in waves. He smelled like he hadn’t bathed in weeks. “What is it?” she asked. “What do you need to tell me?”

His hand clamped down on her wrist with surprising strength. A sharp focus came into his eyes as he held her gaze. “Get out,” he rasped. “Get out while you can.”

“What do you—” Then she froze at a faint sound from outside the door. The rhythmic patter of footsteps.

The footsteps paused. The heavy door creaked open.

Elle froze. Then she yanked her wrist free and scrambled for the first hiding place she could think of—under the bed.

There wasn’t a speck of dust in sight. Even here under the bed, the floor looked clean enough to eat off of. The servants were meticulous in cleaning these chambers. Strange, then, that they wouldn’t help the king bathe.

Elle watched from her hiding place, cheek pressed to the floor. She recognized the leather boots that walked in the door. It was no surprise, then, when she heard Alexandre’s voice. “It’s time for your medicine.”

“I don’t…” the king rasped weakly. “I don’t need…”

The sound of liquid pouring. From her vantage point, Elle could see Alexandre’s hands gently prying the king’s jaw open, pressing the glass to his lips, slowly trickling liquid into his mouth. She was reminded, suddenly, of him gently forcing wine down her throat.

The king gurgled and choked, but Alexandre didn’t let up until the glass was empty. “Please,” he whispered when Alexandre finally released him. “I know there’s some good in you still. You were such… you were such a good child…”

Then his head drooped to his chest. A thick strand of drool escaped his mouth and tangled in his beard.

“That’s it,” Alexandre murmured. “Don’t fight it.” He gave the king’s head an affectionate pat, and tightened his fist in the white strands briefly before letting go. The king let out a soft mewling gasp. He didn’t raise his head.

Alexandre stepped back and set the glass down. “I’ll send a servant in later to clean you up after you’ve pissed and shat yourself,” he said. “And to spoon enough food down your throat to keep you alive.” Alexandre leaned in close to the king, close enough that Elle could see his mocking smile as he added, “Your Highness.”

“Please,” the king mumbled. “Please…” With his words slurred by whatever Alexandre had given him, and his voice muffled by the position of his head, it was nearly impossible to make out what he said next. But Elle could have sworn she heard, Please kill me.

“I think not,” Alexandre said coolly. “It’s useful not to be seen as the sole ruler. It gives me somewhere to place the blame when things go awry. Besides, I like seeing you this way. I would enjoy even more the sight of you propped up on your throne drooling and covered in piss, but that would raise questions. So I make do with this.”

“Please…” The king’s muffled begging followed Alexandre as he turned on his heel and strode the door.

When she was sure he had gone, Elle emerged from under the bed. Her legs felt unsteady under her. She looked down at her hands and discovered they were shaking.

“You’re not… you were never ill, were you?” Her question came out almost in a whisper.

The king stirred, like he was trying to lift his head, but it only sank heavily down to his chest again. He mumbled something Elle couldn’t understand.

“How long?” Elle asked. “How long has he been doing this?”

This time, the king gave no response whatsoever. When Elle leaned in closer, she saw that his eyes had drifted shut. A soft snore confirmed that he was asleep.

Elle hurried from the room. There was nothing more she could do. And nothing else she could learn from the king. She had learned far too much already.

That evening, when Alexandre suggested wine, she smiled and said a glass or two sounded like just the thing to help her relax. Then, after he had handed her the goblet, she made a show of being afraid of a nonexistent mouse, and poured the wine into the soil of the fern while he was searching for the creature.

After a moment, he turned back to her with an apologetic shake of his head. “The scoundrel was too quick for me,” he said. “But I’ll have the servant possible for cleaning this room killed, just in case.”

He laughed at his own joke.

Then his eyes fell on her empty goblet. “You were eager tonight, weren’t you?” His lips curving upward in a small, pleased smile.

“It was the mouse,” she explained. “I needed something to ease my nerves after a fright like…” She let her voice trail off. She loosened her fingers around the goblet, and bobbed her head as if it had grown suddenly heavy.

Alexandre’s smile broadened. “You can relax now,” he said as he plucked the empty goblet from her hands. “We can relax together.”

She let her eyelids drift shut, and pretended to drift into a drugged sleep as he arranged her carefully under the light of the chandelier.

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--— loading student files for ASTORIA GREENGRASS, please hold !! alright, i think i've got it now.. you're twenty two years old and in your fifth year, SPECIALISING IN POTIONMAKING ?? i can't wait to see where that takes you. bear with me, dear, i just need to confirm some more information with you. pureblood, slytherin house, ciswoman, she/her, and member of competitive dueling club, care of magical creatures club, and photographer for aurelius tribune are all correct ?? perfect.

BASICS

name: astoria isobel greengrass nickname/s: no doubt daphne has dumb nicknames for her, but she usually goes by Tori - a classmate tried to call her asta once and she promptly hit them. age: 22 birth date: april 10, 2001 zodiac: aries languages spoken: english, latin, is trying to learn french sexuality: bisexual

FAMILY

parents: desmond greengrass (father), aemma greengrass (mother) siblings: daphne greengrass ( sister; older) children: no thank you pets: a black cat named artemis

PERSONALITY

positive traits: ambitious, flirtatious, witty, charismatic negative traits: stubborn, impulsive, deceiving, self-destructive hobbies: photography, reading, dueling, arguing for the sake of it, reading up on blood curses to find a cure, has a vested and personal interest in poisons and hexes, is weirdly good at herbology health: has a blood curse that will eventually be her demise. one day. hopefully when she's old but probably not - despite astoria's pure-blood ties and learning proper etiquette as a child, she gives off a carefree and lighthearted outlook on life; which if you knew her personally, would know it's just a facade. she's down to earth, witty and incredibly stubborn, especially when it comes to what people try and tell her she can and can't do. - she's incredibly angry at the world and the cards she's been given, but astoria's well practiced smile wouldn't give anything away. - is probably looked down on by other prejudiced pure-blood families due to how friendly astoria can be to others, but at the moment her parents are just letting her do what they want because ngl they feel bad about the whole blood curse thing oops - will try to fight people just because. but she's tiny so it's reminiscent of a chihuahua trying to square up

MAGIC

blood status: pure-blood wand: elm wood, dragon heart-string, 11" & unyielding boggart: to be added i cant think of something sad enough yet patronus: a peacock region + school: southwest, odalric house + year: slytherin & fifth year specialization: potion making extra curricular: photographer for aurelius tribune, dueling club, care of magical creatures club

BIO ( tw: mentions of illness )

It wasn’t love and admiration that struck Astoria’s mother when she found out she was pregnant, but fear and desperation - there had been no happy endings written for the second born greengrass in generations; a blood curse ending their lives sometimes before it could even truly begin.

For the better part of Astoria’s childhood she had been watched over like a hawk, her fun had been in the family library watching her older sister play in the garden with their friends - Astoria was made to always be the watcher, but never the dancer. Never the girl who was allowed to do anything that required a lot of physical effort in fear her body would not cope.

Even still, Astoria's childhood was littered with happy moments, especially when it came to her Aunt Lysa on her father's side. The two had a special bond as being the second born greengrass inflicted with the blood curse, which comforted and made Astoria sad.

She remembers her parents arguing with each other about Astoria's schooling - where she would go, who would teach her - as soon as homeschooling was mentioned, Astoria had put her foot down for perhaps the first time in her life - surprising herself and her parents. Astoria was a girl who wanted to live life while she could, before she wasn't able to. Her parents had soon enrolled her into odalric when she was old enough, and no one spoke of homeschooling again.

The Greengrass family has been part of the sacred 28 since the beginning, and while they are quiet with their hatred, behind closed doors is a different story. Astoria, however, remains oblivious/refuses to acknowledge her parents prejudice, because she's in her live laugh love era; nothing can disturb that.

In oldaric Astoria was definitely having the time of her life, definitely got up to shenanigans that almost got her expelled a few times, but with a bat of her eyelids and a mere mention of her impending doom via her blood curse, the faculty usually took pity on her and would give her detentions instead.

When it was time to attend Aurelius like her sister, parents and generations of Greengrass' before her, it was no surprise that she had been sorted into slytherin. her fiery temper and deceiving nature far outweighed her passionate and charismatic charm. Astoria decided to keep her blood curse a secret; wanting a fresh start where people her age didn’t see her as a fragile, weak girl who wouldn’t be able to handle herself, because the truth was Tori was well capable of taking care of herself.

Despite the fact that she originally wanted to specialise in curse-breaking, her parents had ultimately refused and threatened to pull her out before she even began, so as a compromise had promised to seek out potion-making as a career instead.

While Astoria wants to succeed as much as she can, she knows it’s only a matter of time before the blood curse put on her family line starts to take a toll on her; which she is starting to feel already. It’s starting with the fatigue after using an excessive amount of magic, bouts of snappiness and exhaustion if not keeping up with her diet and routine, migraines if staring at her screen for too long - it comes and goes, but whenever it happens it strikes fear into her heart. at the moment astoria does have daily potions she takes which minimizes the effects.

CONNECTIONS - also open to plotting from scratch !! these are just general ideas

childhood besties: whether or not they drifted when they grew up and attended different schools (or maybe they stayed close and attended the same sjdjkd) these two have prob known each other !!! since birth !!! i'd imagine their parents are lowkey besties and would often have dinners/gatherings out. bonus points if for some, whatever reason they now hate each other skdfkf slytherin gang: i think this speaks for itself sjfkf just close house friendships, late night bonding, petty arguments and make ups 20 mins later. light bullying with love enemies: astoria's carefree attitude towards life can rub some people the wrong way and that's definitely okay !! these two butt heads like no other and are always out for their throats. (also lowkey love drunk bonding only to wake up sober hating each other again) exes: pls astoria has lots of love to give even if it makes her insecure. she probably broke it off but completely fine if she got her heart broken too will they/wont they: sjddsk longing gazes when the other isn't looking, petty comments at parties and drunk hook ups when they think no ones watching.

[notebookmusical]

Oh ya it looks so good and I like Greta Gerwigs other movies so I'm sure I'll like this one too! I remember seeing the metaphor of it being about growing up and no longer living in a dream Barbie world anymore and I find that so interesting. I'm also such an all pink everything kind of girl too and maybe I'll try to see it sometime this week. It definitely seems like my kind of movie!

I was so bummed about Les Mis. Thank you for keeping fingers crossed for me and we will just have to see! I'll have to keep in mind what you said about this cast. That's so cool you were named after it! Yes I had been reblogging some of your old posts and edits of this show cuz I was excited but I will post the rest eventually hopefully if I see it!

Unfortunately the Paramore show got canceled tonight..and I was just about to get tickets from someone..or possibly pay at the box office and leave to go drive there lol. They postponed it though so we will see if the other day works out..and if I can get tickets..which is like next week.

Ahh I hope you are having such a great time at the show right now and get really good surprise songs that you want! I'm eager to hear how the show is! I'm going on Friday!

hi friend!! so sorry for the late reply 🤍 i was at eras (!!!!!!) have you seen barbie yet? i can't wait to hear your thoughts! i think my greta gerwig ranking is little women, barbie then lady bird — i might need to rewatch lady bird; i procrastinated on watching it, and everyone was like "oh you're going to relate so much to [x/y/z]" and i think my expectations were just a little too high! it was really, really special walking around downtown this weekend because everyone was either in eras outfits/taylor merch or in pink. i haven't been this extroverted in a while (i am a lot more extroverted online than i am in person; a lot of that is probably a result of the pandemic) and it was just so so fun!

i really hope you get to see les mis soon 🤍 i saw that paramore's concerts got cancelled / rescheduled for the next few stops — i hope you're able to make the new date (and i hope everyone who is ill recovers quickly). one of my friends flew to seattle for eras and also paramore and i felt so bad when i had to break the news to her that paramore cancelled :(

i had the best time at eras, but i am so, so so so tired (part of that is i was sleeping on a friend's couch and i am pretty allergic* to her cats — less so now that i'm in the process of doing allergy shots, i think, part of it is just that i got maybe eight hours of sleep across three days). and i got such good surprise songs — my friends and i did our own version of swiftball, and we were manifesting so hard for a rep song (one of my friends is a BIG rep girlie) and a debut song for me and @placeinthisworld (i was personally manifesting hard for ttwas or the outside) as well as the green dress and we got all of that!! and singing long live with your best friends is so special. i also got to hear marjorie in the stadium that was like, a ten minute walk from where my grandmother used to live, and that was something that was very special for me (a different kind of special). the surprise songs were everything to me; i'm just so so so happy. everything about this weekend was perfect. if you have any questions about eras or anything let me know 🤍 i'm SO excited for your show!! i can't wait to see what songs you get — are there any specific ones you're hoping for?

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Long Time No Date?

Soap loved you dearly and knew you were the one for him. Ever since you moved on the base, only reason was because Soap was worried something would happen to you while he was gone. What better way to protect you than to bring you along with him to the military base. Guarded 24/7, if he asks for an update (which he will) someone would come by and have a conversation with you, nothing to obvious, but enough that you are annoyed to the point that say, "Tell Johnny Bear, 'Mommy misses you'," with such a seductive tone. The funny thing is, everyone on the force is scared of you in someway shape or form. Ghost walks on eggshells around you even. If Ghost is scared, something would have happened to make him scared. What made the almighty Ghost scared? He was over ready to take Johnny away for a boys night. The poor soulless man stepped on y/f/f (your fav flower) bed. Soap stopped dead at the crunch.

"Sorry mate," he said to his mate looking at his the smushed flowers. Soap looked down at your flower bed, gulped hard. Looking up into the sky while sighing. "Um, well, hehe, yeah um. Sorry not sorry Lt." he whispered. You watched as he stepped on the bed, expecting him to step over it like anyone else. Nope, he didn't.  The only thing he saw was you, in a full sprint towards the grown men. Soap walked in front of Ghost, to hopefully soften the blow; only for him to be push out the way, the rest of his team was waiting for them. They got a show alright. You 5'1 and a half, weighting about 160lbs, gracefully tackle this 6'2 man that is pure muscle to the ground. Johnny had to pull you off of him, which lucky for him you did with ease. He apologizes to ghost as he carried you back into the house. 

"Bill, I'm serious, same tone, word for word. Don't disappoint me" You smiled. All Bill did was nodded as you chuckled and he sped walked off your doorstep, making sure to not step on any flowers and follow the premade path. Walking back inside the lovely home you share. Lemonade watching from the opening of his rock hide. "Hey, little man," you smiled at him. The yellow blob calmly walked out from the rock towards you asking for sky bugs. "Hungry huh?" you smirked while you fed him some roaches.

--Johnny's POV--

Me and Lt were in the ring, fighting for fun. The rest of the team watched; the loser would be replaced with someone new. "You've had the top for too long mate" I said hopping from foot to foot. "Come on Johnny" Simon smirked. All of a sudden Bill runs in through the doors panting like crazy. He lifted a finger to say something, nothing; tried again. Nothing just heavy breathing. That is when Price spoke up, "What is it," he questioned. "T-they said" as he cleared his throat standing straight looking at Soap "Johnny Bear, mommy misses you~" Bill cooed. I looked at him in shock, perfect opening for Simon; and sadly he took the chance to punch my cheek that sent me to the floor.

I sat up holding my jaw as I moved it around slightly. "Jesus Lt" I spat standing up to get out of the ring. Once I stood in front of Bill, "They made you say that?" He nodded. They know just what to do to turn me on. I'm a mamas boy after all. I stepped outside pulling my cell out to call them,

Me: Hey babe~

You: Hi sexy~

Me: Um, do you want to go out sometime soon?

You: Yes! I have some new pieces 😉 waiting for you once we get home~

Me: Can't wait! Ill pick you up at 6pm

You: See you then

I made sure to do my best at training, my reward was to see my baby for dinner and underneath me. A smile plastered on my face the entire time I go punched, kicked, thrown, shot at w rubber bullets, everything. I got weird stares but that's just how things go, they think that just because you are crazy and crazy strong, that I'm in a bad situation. I'm not, they car for me all day everyday. Yes they upset me sometimes but that is always rare.

--Fast Forward--

I finally make it home; getting out of the jeep to walk up to the door dressed nice and ready to see their beautiful face. I had y/f/f in front of me as I knocked. Once you opened the door, I smiled. "Hello, sweetheart, these are for you~" I smirked. You took them from me and to a wiff. I hold my hand out for you to grab, your soft hand compliment my callused hands. We sit down at our table looking at each other. "I love you outfit" I smiled rubbing my thumb over the top of your hand.

"So, Johnny. How was your day?" you asked, I smiled wider. "Better now, I'm very pent up right now~." You blushed at my comment. The waiter walked up to us smiling, "What can I get you to drink, anything to start with?" I asked for a Whiskey sour while you ask for a martini extra dirty and extra olives. "I'd like to start of with the mozzarella sticks", "And I'll have a shrimp cocktail please." The waiter smiled and walked away to grab what we asked for. My phone rings in the middle of our dinner, I decline it. One missed call, one voicemail and a few texts. Just looking at my phone for a second Johnny, we need you back on base like tonight. I sighed as I looked at you with a sour face. "What?" "Baby, you know I love you right?" "Uh huh?" I let out a longer sigh, "They need me back on the base tonight. . ." Your worried face turning into anger. "You're kidding right?" I shook my head, "They said they will kill me if I'm not on base tonight"

You look me dead in the eyes, "I'm going to kill them, then I'm going to kill you" you snarled, I chuckled and spotted the waiter, "Ooh. Sexy. Do you think you could wait until after we eat the appetizers? I've got mozzarella sticks coming."

Prompt by @quick-otp-prompts on Tumblr: "I'm going to kill you." "Ooh. Sexy. Do you think you could wait until after we eat the appetizers? I've got mozzarella sticks coming."

[alvin-draper]

Was looking for a post that said what I was thinking but no such luck so here I am.

Bucktommy break-up: as a writing decision and as a character decision

As a writing decision: it makes perfect sense. Buck's life's been smooth-ish since he got with Tommy and shaking it up by giving him break-up angst and maybe a few ill-advised one night stands again is no bad thing. If you're a buddie truther then you can see this as him spiralling before falling back on Eddie. If you're me then it's just the writers trying to insert some more drama after wrapping up most of the other subplots this season.

As a character decision: Tommy did the deciding here. Was it in character? I think so. We don't know how many serious relationships he's had since Abby but that was at least 5 years ago for him so it's likely he's had a couple. I reckon he's got some baggage. He's clearly trying to protect himself, and Buck actively making a move to further their relationship which has freaked him out into backpedaling way too far. We don't know anything about Tommy's support system, or if he even has one. Is someone gonna give him some good advice, or is he gonna spiral off the back of this? I understand why he made the decision but equally I'm not sure it's entirely justified in character just because there were absolutely no warning signs. It still works, because sometimes there aren't any, so I buy it pretty well.

Buck going to Eddie's after? He's his best friend and honestly the show could do with reinforcing their relationship a bit. I do not think Buddie canon is gonna happen anytime soon if at all, but I do think they need to bring back Buck and Eddie being close friends the way they were doing seasons 2/3/4/5 and bring Chris back into it as well. We better find out that Buck and Chris have been calling this whole time because the other option is they're just drifting apart as Chris gets older, which is entirely plausible but I don't like it so no.

And Chris still not being in this season? I think probably twofold: some angst/not being able to resolve the Kim thing any other way, and a practical decision because the actor's busy with life. He's 18 now I reckon he's just got shit to do. That doesn't seem to be what they're saying in interviews, but honestly I'm not sure they let the Eddie angst hit a low enough point to justify the decision to leave Chris out. He's had his little comeback arc (rip the moustache u will be missed) but I think he could've done with more of a focus on his struggle in the episodes. Hopefully now we get a healing thing where he's determined to better himself to be a better dad for Chris, and he'll work more at reconnecting. And spend time with Buck and help him out and not leave him wayside in all this. Helping Buck could bring Chris and Eddie closer again? Because they both care. I've hit the rambling point of the post where I've said everything I meant to and am just going on a bit.

Where will it go from here: I don't think this is the last we'll see of Tommy this season. I reckon They'll either get back together or part more amicably than that. Maybe not, but honestly Tommy's pretty popular and I think him and Evan worked and it's be a shame to dump him now. I think (hope) we'll get some more buddie friendship scenes over the next couple episodes, and I think we'll get Eddie talking to Tommy. Baseline thoughts but that's where I'm coming from. I do not think we will get canon buddie because I am familiar with this song and dance and also pretty much believe them when Eddie says 'oh sorry im straight' because that checks out to me.

[ventilation4thesoul]

The past few days have been rocky but overall really good! today was pretty fantastic up until about 2 hours ago. After his drive home, po texted me and just said they got home, and goodnight. no i love you, or sweet dreams or anything like we usually say. it feels like i upset her somehow, but the only thing i can think of is its something that po thought about on the drive home. Whatever it is, speculating wont help me, itll just make it worse for me. I know po loves me, he told me extensivley today, and i trust her. Po is upset, but i will not know anything until they tell me. it is not my duty or responsibility to find out why theyre upset, and if it is even with me. I can not act, apologize, or react until they tell me what they are feeling, or if they have an issue. i expect to hear about it sometime tomorrow, and that is ok. its weird, because even tho im hesitant, i actually believe that all. Im nervous, i feel like a little kid afraid of doing something wrong no one will tell them they did, its triggering a bit of my fear of abandoment. BUT i *know* that this is not po leaving me. this does not take away the love po has for me. this does not take away my worth. this is not my responsibility until po asks it to be. Im using the few strategies ive learned so far and wow suprise they actually help XD things are getting better for me, and for po and i. despite nights like this, we are growing. things will not be perfect, they might never be. but we're both working really hard and its showing. we've had such crazy progress lately that something was bound to come up, but its ok. because we will handle it together. I believe that.

on a diffrent note, i have a SUPER busy week!! im honestly excited about it, although i fear how ill feel come sunday. Tuesday i have a training in the morning, then work, then hang out with kage. Wednesday i have therapy in the morning, work, and a work party after. Thursday i have integral care appointment, work, and then therapy with po. friday i have training in the morning, work, and then potentially FUR. Saturday im going to the renfaire! so YOOF- good stuff but god damn im gonna be dead on sunday XD and thats when hours and lesson plans are due!!!! everyone i know is hving a hard time right now, so im gonna try to keep my head up, my spirit high, and remind myself that if i start feeling bad, its not gonna last forever. i will feel better soon, it hurts now but it will stop hurting in a day or so. its 12:12. i think im gonna end it here. hopefully tomorrow is full of light.

[ssparksflyy]

leo valdez dating hcs !

pairing : leo valdez x gn!reader warnings : itty bitty cursing , maybe spelling mistakes but ill fix em later a/n : yoyoyo starting this at 1:06 am. not sleeping til im done <3 ilysm for reading this, nd hopefully i write something again soon 😭 perhaps a pt.2 to the last time? 😋

leo is literally the most perfect bf :(

hes very much a gentleman

holds ur things, opens doors for u, asks u about ur day, holds ur hand when ur walking, and comforts u when ur sad

omg nd idk if u guys have seen this one video where this guy is dragging his foot through the snow so his gf has a clear path and doesnt step on any snow

but he'd 100% do that if it snowed

leo's always making sure u get the best treatment and nothing less

now, its a known fact that this boy will def make things for u

have u guys seen those cool flowers made outta scraps nd stuff? yea expect at least one of those every day. all in different colors.

he'll sneak into ur cabin every afternoon, doesn't matter if ur in there or not, nd leaves them on ur nightstand with little notes

like u could just be having the most shit day

nd then u walk into ur cabin and find a cute little flower, always a different color from the day before with a note that says something like

'i saw you laughing at something (ur friend's name) said. i love the way you throw your head back laughing like a little kid <3 love, leo'

like AW

u dont know how to tell him ur running outta room for the flowers, but at the same time, dont want him to stop ♡

i feel like leo would also make matching bracelets that connect with a magnet

he asked piper for help since she's got a BUNCH of beads, nd spent like 2 hours trying to make them bcs he kept dropping it 😭

nd once he FINALLY finishes them he literally SPRINTS to show u all like

"y/n! y/n! look! i made us bracelets!" nd has the biggest smile on his face as he shows u that they connect

u give him a big ol hug + a kiss on his cheek and his grin somehow grows even bigger

leo loves loves loves holding ur hand

his hands are warm ofc, nd the fact that their rough makes it 10x better

he loves fidgeting with ur hands

like ur used to it at this point

he'll ask u how ur day was nd starts to play with one of hands as u tell him abt ur day

if u dont like that / ask him to stop, ofc he will, he'll just start fidgeting with something else

IT'S ME, HI

he FOR SURE wears one of those adhd rings that spin when he isn't working

IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME

if u let him play with ur hands and wear rings, he'll take em all off and rearrange them, sometimes putting one of them on if he thinks its cool

after u tell him abt ur day, he'll tell u about his as he puts his arm around u and u lean into him

its apart of ur nightly routine, you'll either meet in urs or his cabin, depends on who finds who first

sometimes the other person'll stay the night

leo's a big cuddler, nd since he's so warm, u end up staying the night in his cabin pretty often

can i just say

leo's the typa guy to have the SLUTTIEST waist EVER

like he is SNATCHED

u often find urself wrapping ur arms around his waist bcs of that

its not fair :(

movin on

leo loves dancing omgg

if u dont know how to itll be his #1 priority to teach u how

sometimes when ur hanging out in bunker 9 he'll put on a slow song nd just starts dancing with u

in that moment he rlly doesnt care about anything else. he's with you, and that's all that matters.

UGH I JUST THOUGHT OF DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED

in short

like him

leo is literally the most perfect bf ever nd i love him

a/n (pt. 2) : yooooo, hope u enjoyed! its 3:25am. im tired. but now have motivation so aint that fun :,) also idk why it takes me so long to write i literally just get distracted

BUT BASICALLY tysm again for reading, ily, nd goodnight <3

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I've been meaning to mention that I've been pretty bad at answering anon messages lately, and I apologize for that.

A main reason for this is because I'm sick: disabled, even, which makes things hard. Like, for example, sometimes I do get dizzy if I read too much.

But also, for me, even more than that: I have a lot going on lately with my family, many of which who have become deathly ill:(

Also... I tend to overthink my answers to a lot of these questions (like this one I got about what ended up changing my mind about being a S*puffy and C*angel fan and made me more a Bangel one, which I definitely do want to answer). Because I keep thinking all of the things I want to put in there, and how I want it to be perfect... but then I think I'm going to forget all the details I want to include, and it's not going to be everything I, or the anon, want it to be, so I put off writing it more and more, which is dumb.

But hopefully I can get to all of them soon:)

And please know I love and appreciate all of these sweet questions that I get!

[rrxnjun]

OH NO!! I HOPE U GET THROUGH THEM EVEN THOUGH THEY SUCK !!☹️☹️ well i'm glad that u have time for them then and also wish u the best of luck with them🥳🥳💕 i'm sure its at least similar to that everywhere else as well (judging from what i have heard from vlogs and such🤣), but im only starting uni (hopefully) in september so i don't exactly know how they work 😟

you will never convince me that your writing can be bad🫡/(very much)lh!! but like i also completely understand where u are coming from cuz being happy with ur own creative work is just so hard sometimes(most of the times)☹️

WAHHH U HAVE NO CLUE HOW HAPPY U MADE ME WITH THAT!!🥹🥹🥹(i was actually this emoji🥹) U LITERALLY MADE MY DAY WITH THIS!!!🥹 MENTAL HEALTH WALKS ARE THE BEST VERY THANKFUL FOR THEM!!!! MY GOD!!!!! IM VERY EXCITED ABOUT ALL OF UR UPCOMING FICS WAHH!!!🥹🥹 (liebestraum anon💕💕💕💕like i actually hope u have the greatest year ever with how happy u made me with this!!!!!!!)

AHAHA THANK U ILL TRY 😭😭 uni work is really scary for some reason but im hoping it all goes well💕 good luck w uni!! its a big jump from hs,, or at least it was for me,, and getting used to it takes some time but im rooting for u and i hope u like it! what do u wanna study?

being happy with my creative work is so difficult sometimes you are SO right. especially bc i think i kind of grew into a big perfectionist when it comes to my art, so i just cant post anything thats not close to perfect in my eyes and then when i do i hate the fic so much it makes me want to delete it 😭 thank u for acknowledging the struggle!!

MENTAL HEALTH WALKS ROCK FOR THIS REASON ALONE!!!! idk when ill get to writing it but i think ill finish my outline very very soon and maybe even start with writing it hhh😋 im very excited for it thank god!!

thank u for always being so sweet and for sending these asks, they always make my whole day 🥺❤ have a great day, week, and the whole year AHAHA ily

[mydaymythoughtsandme]

Self improvement

I have decided to take control of my health this year. I have an appointment coming up in a few days and it'll mark exactly 2 years from my (thankfully) failed attempt. With that said though it has been two years with the same medicine at the same dosage for each. (One I actually only take every other day now because of the side effects I was experiencing and because I was put on the lowest dose for all of my meds [and the pills are tiny tiny) that was the best thing they said for me to do and I no longer got the negative side effects) So with the medicine all being the same for so long I thinking of asking for adjustments (maybe higher dosage amounts for one or two of them, I'm not entirely sure). But I have felt a bit plateud in my mood and stability levels. I'm not in a super bad place again by any means and I am greatful for that, but I do feel like when I do have my lows they get kinda bad lately (although I do have some external stressors that are different that before) and I haven't had too much of the highs, just a lot of bleh and okay enough.

I don't want to just be okay enough I want to do better and be better and be in a truly good place that I can stay in. I know life will never be perfect and it'll never be 100% but I know it can be better and more consistent. And so much of that falls on me as a person and the effort I put into improving and I understand that. So I will be asking for possible adjustments to my medicine and about getting back into therapy as well. It's expensive but after everything that has happened I don't think I can afford not to. They were supposed to call me a few weeks after the last time I went in about a new therapist coming into the office but that never happened so if I don't get practically connected with said therapist right then and there I will be searching through my insurance and starting again that way. Insurance really helps me feel like I can improve myself a lot. One big issue I'm still having is my excessive sleepiness. I am ALWAYS tired. I can sleep for well over 12 hours and it's still not enough sometimes (I know that over sleeping is a thing that can make you more tired but it doesn't matter how much I sleep be it 2hrs 15hrs or somewhere in between I am always tired. I already spoke to both of my doctors about this and they both want blood tests so hopefully we'll see progress there soon.

I think the sleepiness is caused by a lot of factors. One being I can't breathe correctly when I sleep. I'm also a restless sleeper so that would explain why I feel wiped out after a long solid sleep so often. I also have been having issues with falling asleep lately but I think it's stress from the life issues caused by the sleepiness and my stomach.

The big thing is my stomach hurts all the time to the point that I'm actually open to the possibility of having a chronic illness or the like. Obviously I don't know anything for sure but I'm just to the point where I wouldn't be overly surprised if that turned out to be the case.

I think that covers at least the basics for the main points so I will cut it off here and possibly add more detail later. I need to try to ignore my stomach for sleep

[timidloner]

if you end up reading SVSSS, tell me if you liked it and thank you for the good wishes btw <3 ill survive long enough to see my MC getting crush by joren's arms hopefully i have to. EVEN MORE AFTER the tunic idea... tiddies are also my weakness, we shall suffer together. ahaha;; winning at what cost

on another note, this makes wonder would he realize the horny anguish of the MC (and perhaps use against them) or would he miss it because technically you did clarify he is quite emotionally aware of MC's likings towards others (with the jealousy) but it hits differents when its towards yourself if that makes sense cause you spoke about how he'd react to rejection but what about attraction huehuehue (for science i need to know especially after what you said about the nickname: i will malewife him)- rambling

Sure!! Though I'll probably go around to check it out after the November update, I plan to take a week off after uploading Chapter 1, so that will be the perfect time to catch up on some hobbies.

Ahh, university. I'm actually starting college in January, so soon I'll understand your pain :((, kinda excited though! And yes, I'm gonna deliver some good action with his chest. We stay winning, Rambling! I'm feeding us for free, don't die!

Now, going back to Joren...

He may not have the emotional intelligence required to deal correctly with his feelings and traumas, but he's very observant and, in the past, he was good at recognizing social clues. But it's been a while since he was around people, not to mention he no longer cares about social rules.

There are things he experienced himself (like people being attracted to him), and there are others that he learned from looking at people interacting in his free time (during his past).

I don't remember if I said this, but his view of intimacy is linked to roughness. He wasn't the only person who served as a sword for that particular noble house, there were others like him. This was his "social circle" to say it somehow, and sparring and fights usually lend to sex. And it helped him to know what a person attracted to him looked like.

The other things (loving gazes, tender touches, and all that) were something he could see sometimes around him. He knows what a person in love is supposed to look like. And he's going to know at some point if MC has feelings for Lena/Aiken, since he's always paying close attention to them.

And yeah! He's going to know if MC is attracted to him!! But it'll take more than just a heated glance, they have to be more obvious than that.

Also, he's very neutral about his body image. He knows some people find him scary. And there are others who don't care, his past sexual partners were just as scarred as him. So, his body is just that, a body. No shame or pride whatsoever about that.

But if MC found him attractive, he wouldn't hesitate to use that information to his advantage. Is MC visiting? Suddenly he needs more wood, and of course, he's chopping the logs without a tunic.

Ah, MC is carrying something to the Temple? He can help them. And no, he isn't flexing his biceps. But they totally should go swimming later with him. Or he can show them some cool tricks with his sword, no shirt, but it's because of the heat, nothing more.

And so forth.

I think he'd enjoy teasing them like that, it's proof that they like him in some way... But soon, the teasing would escalate if MC doesn't put an end to it, and he'll become more aggressive in his pursuit until he crosses all boundaries and they end up fucking.