#im going to strangle my project partner

[fuck-edfrugs]

Group projects my belothed

[expelliarmus444]

If texting were a thing in the 1890s pt 13

Ominis: Professor Weasley and Professor Garlick have decided that it would be a good idea to assign us a partner to raise a cabbage baby with for three days Ominis: said its good for "testing our responsibility" when it comes to "parenting and other real world things" Ominis: and guess who i got stuck with Ominis: take a god damn guess MC: omg is it me? Ominis: no. MC: ik where this is going... MC: im sorry in advanced MC: where do i see the list? Ominis: Greenhouse Ominis: you pick up the cabbage there too MC: omg thank god i got Anne MC: that cabbage is about to be so happy Ominis: yeah yeah yeah whatever pray for mine. Ominis: did you pick him up? Sebastian: yeah Ominis: i think we should name him devin Sebastian: he looks like a carl Ominis: well he projects devin vibes Sebastian: carl Ominis: devin Sebastian: carl Ominis: devin Sebastian: kevin? Ominis: for fuck sake whatever idc anymore kevin it is Sebastian: cool i'll bring him to the room Ominis: just don't lose him please Ominis: my grade depends on you not fucking this up. Sebastian: relax im not going to lose him Sebastian: you can trust me Sebastian: i lost kevin. Ominis: i am going to strangle you.

[nothbee]

Do you ever think too hard about a relationship between two characters. Do you ever think abt the people one left behind. I do. I think about Marigold and Buttercup alot.

(Context:

Marigold; Scrybe of Stories; fucked up outlaw

Buttercup; Not a cow yet; Fucked up outlaw )

Marigold- Frequently bc of their VERY VERY Criminal actions as a well known outlaw, they’d go thru Partners in crime rlly quickly. Like either they’d die or they’d become a card or leave or whatever.

Marigold gets used to that

Shit doesnt last forever. Marigold Never Truly Lets themself be Known to someone else. The only memory of that they have is before they were a scrybe and friends with the beast one, which ended badly, because they became a scrybe and got amnesia.

So thats how they compartmentalize the world. Everything is a character. A puzzle. An arc to the next story. A means to the ends.

The introduction doesnt have to be ethical if the conclusion is what Marigold wants.

They live a fun life they enjoy, but one kind of… empty of connection and understanding. They can understand others deeply. They can even like, guess with Scary accuracy how theyll react in situations. But they know others will never know them in that way.

So enter scene new outlaw Buttercup.

Marigold locks onto this guy. Like. Hes like… 22 i think. Maybe? Hes 20 and Marigold goes ok my new pet project is to make this random guy open up to me, and usually thats something Marigold does in a few beers and a week as a hobby.

But Buttercups so emotionally constapated i dont think even he Knew what to open up abt.

So Marigold ends up becoming More and More invested in this guy, the longer Marigold tries to become friends with him and the longer hes , yknow, alive. And the pet project becomes ‘Quick friendship’ to ‘Become Genuine friends with this man’. None of Marigolds typical methods are working so guess they’ll have to be…gross. Honest.

Like imagine it kinda touch and go? Buttercup’ll do a crime that goes on the radar and Marigold will go oh sick and go over there in hopes of catching him, and then they’ll drag him on some outlaw adventure thats way fucking crazier then whatever he does and gets him into deeper shit later.

Marigold is genuinely the reason he starts opening up. Bc to Marigolds side, hes always kinda…idk. A brick wall. Getting words out of him that arent threats is an Accomplishment. Marigold probably doesnt even realize they’ve actually succeeded in becoming friends until Buttercup steps in to save Marigold from being killed or something.

And Marigolds like Oh. Shit. I accidentally invested way too much into this person because I was trying to get him to crack, but he never Cracked because his trust was something we slowly built up and earned. Fuck. And now its too late for me to bail because ill feel bad.

Afterwards they kinda just Happen Upon eachother every few months, do a crime or large month long scheme of Marigold’s, and then go their seperate nomad ways again, and honestly they were both happy with that. They’re friends but they’d actually strangle eachother if they were full time partners in crime.

And then Buttercup found Blair and Lottie. And became friends. And made connections. And then suddenly he was 1) becoming a cow 2) trying to…avoid doing crime?? Which was basically the same as Not Hanging out with Marigold. Which took Goldie awhile to realize hurt.

Like they just…didn’t talk for a year. And then I think they came upon eachother randomly while Buttercup had wandered away from Blair and Lottie’s campgrounds for a bit for some alone time and they had a Kinda Bitter conversation but. Like. Yknow when one party goes ‘no i dont want to do something stupid’ and then IMMEDIATELY go so something stupid?

So Buttercup ends up back on the. Erm. Criminal radar bc he got a bit fucked up and silly with Marigold bc he went ‘well fuck it. As long as im back b4 blair and lottie r up! Sure’. He basically had a new start bestowed to him in his hands but his bad habits and lifestyle before shanked him.

Look they’re soooo unhealthy for eachother its insane. They’ve fixed eachother in ways they’ll never realize. They’ve made eachother worse in ways that’ll never heal. Understand.

Buttercup eventually does look back, and. Ext time a year or so down the line Marigold finds Buttercup, I think Marigold and Bup have an argument abt .. like. Control?

Anyone that talks to Marigold basically becomes a butterfly effect. They’ll say something that’ll deeply effect someone else which will change something in the future and ect ect.

And Buttercup cracks abt his worries that Marigold idk. Yknow. Is a bit Fucking Manipulative and a bastard. And Marigold is Actually Hurt- because they purposely tried their damndest to NOT do that to Buttercup- or at least they never used their scrybe power to!! He was their test on if they COULD have a genuine relationship without underhanded actions. Marigold doesn’t know how to grapple with the fact it hurts Buttercup doesn’t believe them. You lie enough that every word out of your mouth is hearsay, and even your closest friends will doubt you. Maybe even yourself.

Was Marigold being truthful? Did they truly never say certain things or trap him in scenarios where the outcome favors them ? Can they trust themself when they say they didn’t?

Anhway when Buttercup Blair and Lottie disappeared and ended up in Sockscraft. Marigold didn’t Know that happenedfor awhile. So they just kinda assumed they were purposely avoiding giving any signs where they were just so Marigold wouldn’t find them.

Let me stress THATS THEIR ONLY FRIEND

Like they consider Buttercup to be their Only True Friend- but even then. Marigolds… never opened up to him.

Yeah. Buttercup picked stuff up from jokes and stories, but Marigold… idk. They put up enough walls upon walls that its hard to tell whats the protection and whats the house.

Marigold is completely caught off guard by how buttercup was the one who left them.

Marigolds always the one in control.

Marigold Knows where people go and Knows how to make them do what they want

And yet he still slipped out of their grasp.

This cements in their mind that what they were doing before meeting Buttercup was the smart thing. If you give people opportunities to leave then they’ll take them. Marigold’s emo phase. In reality they’re clearly unhappy and refusing to unrepress it.

Buttercup misses Marigold in the way you miss being a more naive person. A worse person. He misses being able to do awful things without feeling bad- just feeling happy hes with them and not thinking about why.

This gets worse when you dig into deeper feelings. They were definitely fruity in some fashion, but also very aromantic. Aroflux but your romantic feelings only lined up once in a blue moon and sometimes you weren’t even near eachother. And maybe you were just mixing up the joy of friendship and closeness for romance. Who knows!

Theyre destined to never really Be Together. Just like… There.

Like if u ever suggestted Getting Together Officially to the two of them they’d scrunch their nose and go Idk I dont feel romance things . Get out of my house

They’re always kinda.. its like. The comfort of knowing you have someone when you need someone and nothing more. This has always defined their relationship honestly.

These two make me mentally unwell. Very ill. Love loses. I hope I never see them again.

[reggieblk]

omg i never come on tumblr anymore and had to remember all my logins but i didn't know if u had a Twitter but saw your Tumblr linked in ur ao3 so hi

I JUST FINISHED YOUR FIC IF WE WERE LOVERS AND I HAVE SO MUCH EMOTIONS. first of all I knew I was gonna like this fic because I LOOOOVE your other fic 'equals in life (partners in death)'. i saw if we were lovers being recommended on the tomarry subreddit. I never read non magical AUs like this was forreal my first ever one!! I've never really been interested in them since I love the tension and angst harry and tom have in canon because of their backstories and shit so non magical AUs never appealed to me much for tomarry specifically but man I saw if we were lovers on reddit so i clicked on it and it sounded so interesting. I never was a theatre kid or really cared much about it but always thought it was cool and respected people who did it. hell i would love if I could do shit like that on stage LMAO but this fic sounded really good so I saved it to read! and I'm SO glad I did. I literally just finished it and now im here writing this. first of all I love how you wrote ALL these characters. I really need to bring up theo especially because I never really cared about theo as character tbh and in fics I'm usually like eh whatever but you bought SOOOO much life to his character in this fic that I literally would read a fanfiction featuring your theo lmao. I loved his personality so much even tho I'd probably punch him and get so angry at him if he was my friend because sometimes he really needs to shut the fuck up but this personality also seems to REALLY suit him and I just loved him so much. I loved all the characters!!! you just wrote them so well that I never got bored because they were all interesting!! tom and harrys relationship was the best thing ever I literally wanted to strangle them both so much I loved it. I love how much they love eachother and the PINING and SLOW BURN HAD ME SCREAMING AT MY PHONE LIKE CAN YALL FUCKIN KISS ALREADY HOLY SHIT???? and your writing was absolutely phenomenal. I didn't really know what the fuck was going on during the plays because like I said I don't know much about theatre lol but man it was so awesome to read and I could just imagine it all in my head when i was reading it 😩 also I really loved how you wrote Sirius I cried when harry called him and he relapsed but im so happy he got sober!!! I loved all the professors and how you wrote them as well. I was almost losing my shit during harrys first class with snape and im a snape lover LOL but I was like what the FUCK. later on I'm like ok nvm he cool. I loved how Dumbledore came to visit harry and tom during the Christmas break when they literally were high af LMAO. I feel like Dumbledore would smoke weed too tbh. Also this is such a specific moment but I laughed when all the students were graduating and theo made McGonagall do a fist bump with him i can picture that so well it made me Crack tf up. Ugh I just loved this fic so much I would pay you to write a sequel (jk... unless...haha...) but no fr soooo good. I am on my hands and knees praying that you have more ideas for more long tomarry fics again in the future 😭🙏🛐

oh my lord HI this ask is so nice i love love love getting comments or asks from people who literally JUST finished a fic and have so much to say about it!! it's so flattering as an author bc i get the feeling my passion for the project got spread to my readers!!

my characters....my babies.... this fic really revealed a passion i have for making people LMAO i am so happy you enjoyed these characters all together <3 there exists in my docs a version of these characters together in a canon setting and oh my shaylas... my children they're babies in it!! unfortunately that fic SUCKS so it will most likely nawt see the light of day lol sorry but trust the characters are so sweet in it

believe it or not i am by no means a theatre kid!! in fact in france we don't even have theatre at school, other than analysing texts for the more literary classes! it's just a small passion i have, love how pretentious it is! but honestly thank god most readers are not theatre kids bc i'm sure there are things in the fic that are like....girl this is bullshit... writing is like lying and pretending you know things about things when you don't lol

(dumbledore definitely used to smoke weed, but by the time in which the fic is set he most assuredly discovered edibles)

i am SO happy you discovered ethel cain via this fic!! preacher's daughter changed my life fr! however, listening to it on shuffle....a thousand years in the dungeon!! crazy behaviour i cannot lie

thank you so so much for the ask! (and sorry for the late reply) it really makes me happy seeing people like this fic in particular <33

[idontfriggingknoww]

beautiful nightmare - billy hargrove

Paired up: billy hargrove x fem!reader

summary: youre having a good time with billy. but your mother woke you up.

note: just a peace offering for the eddie one lol, btw credits to vaniciaileen for this HOT gif!! enjoy ;>

warnings: light!smut, curse words, not proofread.

MINORS DNI‼️

"mom i don't want to go there!" your mother asks you to accompany her to the common pool where billy hargrove your "childhood crush" working.

i have a little crush on him since were kids, he's your only bestfriend because the kids on your old hometown does'nt like to make friends with you.

but everything changed one day when him and his father left the town. youre so sad when you heard the news that his mother left him to his father. everytime when you call him to play, his father always says "he does'nt want to play, you can play with the other kids there."

every night i always here his screams and my younger self dont know about a thing about what his father doing to him.

so when they left the town im so sad.

im so excited when were leaving our town and moving to hawkins. because i can make friends there, i hoped. and yes i got friends there!

nancy - i met her in my biology class, were seatmates and well, were always partners when were having a project. and we always study together.

steve - i met him when i applied to starcourt, i worked with him and robin. he's nancys ex, but he's a good friend and i think he's not moved on abt him and nancy. but thats there problem. not mine so, lets move on.

robin - as i said we three met in starcourt. she's good, but her mouth won't stop blabbering. he's like eminem when she's talking. maybe she already win against eminem. but even though she's like that, she's a good friend of mine.

anyways, back to the story..

so yeah, i got friends. and they are the friends that stoped me when im about to strangle my childhood crush apart when i saw him again after many years, i miss him so much!

"wait, you're childhood bestfriends before?" nancy asked.

"yes, why?" i asked tilting my head aside.

"sh1t! i cant believe that moron has a friend"

"what do you mean steve?" "i dont know if you already know but, he's a fvcking bastard. like bastard, with a capital B" robin accused.

"but billy is good, he's kind and gentleman, he's the only kid that made friends with me eventhough im a loner"

steve snort "well, your good kid billy turned into a fvckboy billy, a bastard billy, a bad billy. even his sister cant handle him"

HE HAS A SISTER?!

and thats when i met maxine. shes a good girl, sweet eventually. i met the other kids, and they look cute. mostly dustin, he's the mood lighter.

but, i cant believe that billy is like that right now. i almost not believe it and go talk to him but i saw him with a cheerleader girl flirting and.. MAKING OUT

'omygash, omygash what am i gonna do?! im froze here, i cant move!'

i back away and ran until i get home. i didnt even go to my biology class.

everyday i always seen him with girls and his gang, i canr really believe that that is my childhood crush. that disgust me.

one time when im on my way to my chemistry class, i bump to him on the empty hallways.

he flirts with me like a fvcking bastard. omg is this really my crush before?

"oh, youre into chemicals?" he asked, i didnt answer.

tf is he saying?

i try to walk pass him but he grab my wrist and slam me to the nearest wall and lean over to my ear whispering.

"i miss you so much y/n" i look at him shocked.

he showed me a grin and walked away.

he flirts at me every chance that he'd get but i would always run. until the schools over and im working at scoops ahoy with robin and steve.

but its our day off today so my mom is bugging me to go with her to the common pool.

"i dont want to, really. im okay here" my last attempt to say no because she's so persistent.

"but honey, i just want us to have some time together"

"at the common pool really?" "yes i heard from mrs. wheeler, that there's a hot guy working there as a lifeguard" i cringed when my mom says that.

well my mom is in her 18's when she got pregnant with me, so she got the fresh looks. BUT STILL THATS GROSS!

"mom! thats gross!" "well honey, please lets just hang out for a moment? ill treat you some chik-fil-a on our way" she grinned as he bribed me with my all time favorite snack.

i groaned "fine! but we're not going to stay there long" well i guess billy is so busy with his work that he wouldnt see me, right?

i wore my swimsuit, which is a black halter highwaist. it define my curves and its not that revealing, so i feel comfortable.

as i got out from the bathroom, someone pushed me back inside and slamed me to the nearest wall.

i groaned, my back hurts a little but its okay. my problem is who the pushed me back inside?!

i open my eyes and a tanned six packs reveal on my view.

as i look up, my eyes got caught with his black ones.

"billy.." thats not supposed to be a whisper.

what's going on with me?

"hi sweetheart. looking hot, but i suggest that i should be the only one who'll see you in clothes like that" he whispered at my ears huskily.

i dont know what happened next but the next thing i know is, my swimwear's gone and his fingers are rubbing my cl!t. circling it.

i let out a shaky breath and look at him, his face are red and sweaty. his tounge got my attention poking it to the sides.

as i stared at him his face is getting closer and closer, our lips brushing eachother. his fingers rubbing my wet cvnt.

slowly he insert one finger, i arched my back as he kissed me on the neck, i gave him access to kiss me more, combing his hair and pulling it.

i moaned when he insert another one, pulling his hair a little aggressive.

his fingers pumping slowly in and out of my pu$sy, giving me hickeys all over my chest. his other hand squeezing my breast, he let out a groan when his mouth touch my ni₱ple, sucking it.

"i miss you so much, i cant hold my self any longer" he whispered as his lips fall back on mine.

his fingers pumped faster, im coming..

he looked at me with such lustful eyes while pumping his fingers hardly inside me.

"y/n" he whispered staring at me

"y/n"

"y/n"

"y/n!"

my eyes fluttered open when i heard my moms voice calling me.

"y/n! wake up, you'll be late for your work!"

my mind is still not functioning.

what fvck was that? am i wet dreaming?!

such a nightmare! BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

[arrozaurus]

Hiya, I really love your thoughts about Rose and I esspecially love your descriptions of her characterisation. I was wondering if you had an similar thoughts on White Diamond? Since she is the antithesis and the antagonist of the series I would love to hear your thoughts about her. It's cool if you don't have any, I am just curious.

im glad you enjoy my writing and thank you so much for the question. im sorry i took so long, i really want to talk about this but i was trying to gather up material. i hope its apt

white diamond is an incredibly fascinating character from a psychological perspective. but i think you can only start to understand her if you dive into the psychology of the narcissistic adaptations. the more i read about it, the more i am convinced the scaffolding of her character relies heavily and intentionally on this description.

elinor greenberg, who is known for having an extensive research and experience working with people with these adaptations, states that all narcissists have a couple of characteristics in common:

lack of whole object relations: when we are young, we learn to recognize that people that can be bad sometimes, can also be good. we develop the understanding that people are painted in greys. but a narcissistic person lives eternally in that inmature mindset of blacks and whites. they cant see the greys, the shades of color, so for them people are either all good or all bad at a time.

lack of emotional empathy: because of this distorted view, they find it impossible to relate to them. they don't care about people themselves or their feelings and accomplishments unless they can make it about them, and therefore they lend no compassion when manipulating and humiliating others.

a hierarchical view of the world: because of this distorted view, a narcissist idea of the world is structurally like a very narrow ladder where only one person can fit in each flight of stairs: a "status totem pole" where people they consider beneath them will be absolutely worthless and people that they consider above them will be either idolized or threats to their own status.

a fragile sense of self: they have an atrocious lack of respect for other people's boundaries because of that failure at emotional empathy, and this is especially relevant for their "children" in the fact that they will ever be seen as an extension of the n-parent's self. the n-parent's self however... well, the narcissist is too busy fighting to stay up in that ladder to reflect upon what it actually means. a person dealing with a narcissist will find that it is impossible to discuss feelings, even if it's the n-persons feelings, because the truth is, there is nothing inside them that doesn't depend on others.

i can't even begin to express how genius the narcissistic portrayal in white diamond is, how well they were able to translate the real world descriptions into an alien context with metaphors taken literally. her color white is both at the same time a facsimile of how she doesn’t take anything in, and a hint of how she literally sees the world in extremes. or how she can physically and in a very real sense project her self into others and turn them into extensions of herself for her to “improve” according to her own ideals.

it is no coincidence homeworlds power structure is also scaled like the totem pole we mentioned before, with every gem lined up in their place going from expendable to insanely powerful, all of them working, sacrificing and supressing everything they are under a senseless preassigned purpose in order to please a mechanism that will never be satiated with their accomplishments. colonies after colonies, that will never be enough, never mind appreciated, by the narcissistic parent that is white diamond.

all of this doesn't deny the fact that gem society is a network of oppression. there are still privileged gems that help to perpetuate the system of power of the diamond. that happens at a smaller scale in these real families as well, which is why the trauma and the parenting style are often inherited by the next generation: you won't know how to unconditionally love, or even at all, if no guardian ever told you how to.

in the case for white, all of these narcissistic maladaptations must also come from the absence of a nurturing role model. and i think this makes so much sense when you look into her history: she was the first to emerge (implied) and she probably was alone for quite a while, which resulted in that she never learned to socialize, and that there was no one really there to watch her behavior. added to the fact that she was born very powerful with the almost godly ability to sprout life out of nothing, that is pretty much the recipe for the concoction of what pete walker calls a "fight type".

Many fight types avoid real intimacy by alienating others with their angry and controlling demands for unconditional love. This unrealistic demand to have their unmet childhood needs met destroys the possibility of intimacy. Moreover, some fight types delude themselves into believing that they are perfect. They see the other as the one who needs to be perfected. This defensive belief then entitles them to totally blame their partners for relationship problems. From Surviving to Thriving

you cannot even imagine how lucky white was to realize that her whole mindset was strangling everyone and sabotaging her chances to connect with other people. greenberg distinguishes a little fraction of narcissists that are "self-aware" enough to recognize they may have a problem and seek help to improve their ways, and it's usually because something they value is at risk to be lost or that they didn't expect to happen at all—such as an ultimatum, a divorce, or in white's case, the shocking confirmation that steven wasn't pink after all.

[percyinpanties]

hey I'm the pipeyna anon and that's ok!!! can u do pipeyna with piper pining after hot jock Reyna which hopefully ends happy (smutty)

just a quick warm-up, i say, i won’t spend too much time on this. i really had to resist just going on and on and on with this. i miss writing this ship, damn.

anyway - this fits really well with an enemy to lovers prompt i have for jercy, so thats what im hinting at too here.

Read on Ao3

for context : i always write college aus from a UK uni perspective bc that’s all i know and i don’t care to adapt to how it might or might not work in the u.s. (sorry)

rating: teen+ (no smut in this one, but let me tell you, this TEMPTED me)

words: 2.2k 

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“An actual goddess” Piper says wistfully from where she’s leaning against the wall next to Percy, taking back the cigarette she’d just bummed of him. Her eyes are glued on the field, and more precisely on Reyna, smile on her face and water bottle in her hand as she jogs over to Jason standing at the side of the field. They greet each other with a hug, even as Reyna wrinkles her face, seemingly complaining about her own sweatiness.

It’s coincidence that the end of Reyna’s soccer practice collides conveniently with Piper’s and Percy’s late seminar on Mondays. It isn’t coincidence that Percy and her have taken to sharing a cigarette on the side of the building that looks out toward the field during their break, however.

 Percy makes a non-committal noise and his eyes follow Piper’s gaze while she takes a drag of the cigarette and wrinkles her nose. She needs to quit smoking for good, she thinks, and flicks the ash to the ground. There was a brief moment in first year when Piper thought that Percy might be interested in Reyna, or she in him, but luckily, nothing ever came of that.

 “You think they’re dating?” Percy asks, arms crossed over his chest now, making no move to take the cigarette back again. He’s not even pretending not to be staring, his eyes intense where they flit between Reyna and Jason. Piper on the other hand has the common decency to at least cast her eyes away every now and again before she’s caught looking for a little too long.

At the edge of the field, Reyna and Jason are standing close together now, chatting about god knows what, smiling and laughing. They’re certainly comfortable with each other, but Piper can’t say that’s much of an indication given how she’s around Percy.

 “I hope not.” Piper mutters and Percy laughs at that, even though she knows he agrees. Percy wouldn’t admit it in a million years, but Piper would bet real money that he has a thing for Jason, too, as much as he claims to hate the guy. She’d have to be deaf and blind not to notice the tension between them.

It would make sense, though, in a way. Jason is captain of the men’s rugby team, Reyna of the women’s soccer team. Some of their practices collide and the two clubs do most of their weekly socials together, and Piper’s seen the two of them hanging out aside from that plenty as well. Reyna and her haven’t talked much about Jason, maybe because Piper hasn’t actually exchanged more than five words with him and never had much of an urge to change that, but she knows that Reyna and Jason have known each other before university.

Around Jason, Reyna seems to let her guard down, something Piper has only managed to achieve a handful of times since they met during their first year.

 Jason laughs at something Reyna says, eyes bright and head thrown back and Piper can’t deny that he’s handsome, at the very least. He’s fairly decent, too, as far as guys go, and really, Piper knows she shouldn’t be hoping that there is nothing between Reyna and him if that is what would make Reyna happy.

 “Invite her to the party.” Percy suggests then, drawing Piper’s attention back from the tangent her brain was so insistent to start on. When Piper turns her face to look at him, he’s already looking back at her, one eyebrow arched. “I was going to, anyway, but it’s different coming from you yourself.”

 He’s not teasing her, it’s an honest suggestion, and technically not even a bad one. It’s Percy’s birthday this weekend, and if nothing else, it would be a good excuse to hang out again. Percy knows a ton of people, but he usually doesn’t invite too many to his party, so with any luck, it won’t be too crowded to actually spend some time with Reyna.

More than that, though, it’s another opportunity for Piper to finally get a move on. Percy, Piper knows, thinks that Piper’s pining had reached a point where it’s almost comical halfway through last year, but even so, Piper has yet to manage to actually act on her feelings.

A party is casual enough that she can always play it off as nothing serious when it ends up blowing up in her face. Piper might finally get over herself and just ask Reyna out already – although she’s tried that a few times before only to find herself tongue tied and staring at Reyna like she hung the moon in the sky. She’s been head over heels for Reyna since maybe three weeks after they met in first year, and now that they’re starting their third and final year, Piper needs to get a move on or it’ll simply be too late. Granted, she’s scared shitless at the prospect of being turned down, but at this point, even that would be better than pining forever and never finding out if she’d even stand a chance.

 “Yeah… maybe.” Piper says finally, and manages a small smile towards Percy who bumps his shoulder against hers playfully. They should be heading back inside, so Piper sneaks a last glance toward Reyna and this time, finds her looking back.

    They don’t share any classes this year, and Piper doesn’t usually run into Reyna on campus, so on Wednesday morning, she ends up texting Reyna on her way to class. She fumbles with her phone, almost tripping over her own two feet trying to type the words out as fast as possible, and ends up having to sidestep off the path to actually send the texts.

 Hey you.

we’re having a party on Saturday, it’s Percy’s birthday.

 Piper wants to add more, but instead, she bites her lip and stuffs her phone back into the pocket of her jeans. It’s almost an open invitation like this already anyway, and Piper wants to gauge Reyna’s first reaction before deciding exactly how she’s going about asking. Technically, it would be so easy to just as Reyna to go with her, specifically, to the party, but the intention might be lost over text and anyway, wouldn’t it be simpler to just invite her generally?

Piper frets throughout the entirety of her first lecture, and most of the second one, for nothing. Reyna doesn’t answer, even though the messenger app shows Piper that she’s read both texts already, and Piper tries not to be disappointed about it. She doesn’t know what Reyna’s schedule is like today, the girl might just be busy and planned on replying later. It makes sense, much more than Piper’s second thought that Reyna is not answering because Piper is annoying and Reyna doesn’t actually want to spend any time with her. She knows that thought is stupid, knowing that however does nothing to ease the anxious knot in Piper’s stomach.

 Piper finds herself checking her phone more often than not. It would be funny if it wasn’t so ridiculous, and if the lecturer wasn’t so clearly catching on that Piper isn’t paying as much attention to the class as she is to her phone. She texts Percy as well, but she knows he’s in that seminar he shares with Jason, so chances are that she won’t be getting a reply on that end anytime soon either.  In the end, she has to force herself to put her phone away and actually focus on the lecture up front, even though by that point, she is already lost as to what they’re even talking about in the first place. It’s no good, and Piper can’t deny being relieved when the lecturer eventually dismisses the class.

 She doesn’t allow herself to check her messages until she’s across campus in the coffee shop, queuing for some much needed caffeine and fishing out her phone so she doesn’t have to make small talk with anyone while she waits in line. Reyna still hasn’t replied, but at least Percy has messaged her after his seminar.

 I’m gonna strangle him, Piper. You’ll have to bust me out of prison because they are going to arrest me for goddamn murder.

 All she’d asked was if his classes were as boring as hers today, and while she had expected Percy to go off about Jason in reply, this isn’t exactly what she’d thought to be reading today. She smiles at her phone, types out a quick reply and moves up in the queue.

 That bad? What’s he done now?

 The way Percy talks about Jason makes Piper think of a Cartoon Network villain, always plotting, provoking and scheming. The few times she’s spoken to Jason, the guy wasn’t half bad, and if Piper is honest, she doesn’t quite get the vendetta these two have with each other. She suspects though that it has something to do with how ‘infuriatingly attractive, like fucking superman or something’ Percy described Jason after their first class together.

 It’s like he thinks I’m stupid or something. Got a dumb fucking project to do together and he honestly told me that he ‘needs to pass this class so iif I’m not planning to put in the work, we might as well ask for new partners right away’

Like, excuse me, bitch? My grades are better than yours, for one thing

And for another, it’s not like good-old Dodds is gonna let us switch anyway

 Piper huffs audibly while she reads the texts. It’s clear Percy’s actually upset by this, and she figures it will only get worse if they actually have to do the work together in the coming weeks. Before she can shoot Percy a reply though, she’s next in line.

Piper orders her coffee, steps aside to wait once she’s paid, and rereads Percy’s texts before she types her reply to Percy.

 Sounds like a dick move.

 Piper’s almost inclined to defend Jason for a moment, since Percy mostly doesn’t pay much attention in class, especially in Mrs. Dodds seminars – so how is Jason meant to know how much effort Percy puts in outside of it? On the other hand, though, Piper knows how Percy is, and how personally he’s clearly taken Jason’s comment already, so trying to convince him otherwise would simply be fruitless.

Once Piper’s coffee is done, she heads back outside, finding an empty bench to enjoy the break before her next class. If nothing else, at least Percy’s ranting is distracting her from Reyna, and the party, and asking the other girl out – and in between the rapid texts Percy and her are sending back and forth Piper almost forgets about it entirely. Until she has to head back to her last class, that is, and sees that Reyna has, so far, still left her on read.

 Piper hesitates for a moment, clicking on the text field without typing anything just yet. Is she going to come off as desperate if she texts again, or should she just clarify now before it gets too late and Reyna already makes different plans for the weekend?

Piper types out a few words, deletes them again and pockets her phone only to get it back out a few seconds later to try again. She shouldn’t be walking and texting, especially given that she should be going faster to actually make it to her lecture in time, but Piper knows that if she doesn’t send this text now, she’ll spend another lecture agonising over what to say.

 So yeah, I wanted to invite you too ofc :)

 Piper cringes at her wording, but figuring it won’t get much better, she sends the text anyway and finally tucks her phone back into her pocket to actually hurry to class.

   By the time Reyna replies, it’s late and Piper is sitting on the beat-up couch in her shared flat’s living room, watching something trashy on TV without really paying much attention at all. Percy is clanking around in the kitchen, making something that smells good enough to remind Piper that she should probably be getting herself some food, too. She’s about to get up and rummage through her fridge compartment in search of something edible when her lock screen lights up with a message from Reyna, and that derails any thoughts of food immediately. Piper isn’t subtle in the way she practically lunges for her phone, but luckily, Percy can’t see and judge her from his position in the kitchen.

 Sorry, long day, reads the first text, following a few seconds later by another one.

Promised Jason to hang out but I’d love to :(

 Piper bites her lip, knowing before typing out the words that Percy won’t like what she’s doing in the slightest.

 You could bring him? Percy won’t mind.

 Except that Percy most certainly will mind, Piper thinks, and grimaces. If she hadn’t come off as desperate before, she most certainly does now – texting back within less than a minute after having been left on read all day, only to offer that Reyna can bring her friend (boyfriend?) along as well if that means she’ll be there.

There’ll be other opportunities, Piper tells herself, and scrubs a hand over her face. She needs to chill, and maybe she needs to grab a cigarette and step outside and calm down before she embarrasses herself even further.

 Piper stares at the screen. How on earth is she meant to interpret this? At this rate, she won’t make it until Saturday, dying of one crisis or another before then.

 if you’re sure? I’ll ask him.

haven’t seen you in a while, would be nice to hang out again ;)

 I’m sure.

[luukeskywalker]

Also 14 and lawlu ???? Maybe???? Idk

AAAHHH I LOVE YOU... I LOVE LAWLU..... IM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO WRITE MORE FOR THEM.... also  oopsie daisy! this got away from me :)))

Luffy didn’t like to complicate his life. He had one true goal in mind: that bright, glowing ideal he always strived for - to be the king of the pirates. 

Some might say he gets too side-tracked to have such an impressive goal. He’s too busy helping people, too busy fighting other pirates and marines and really, the rest of the world, but at the end of the day… if he’s king of the pirates, and he didn’t stop along the way to actually, you know, be a pirate - was the whole journey worth it?

Most people didn’t really understand him. That never really bothered him. It was his life to live, in the end. 

And just because he had big dreams, just because he was always running around upheaving hundreds of years of oppression in the making (not usually on purpose - at least, not at first), didn’t mean he never had downtime.

They’d found their way to a cozy little island with huge, brightly colored fish that glittered like gemstones and swam in clear shallow waters. Sanji had set up a picnic of sorts on the beach, and had tasked himself with catching and cooking one of those beautiful fish. He’d roped Zoro and Usopp into it, and the three of them stood there splashing in the water together like idiots as the fish darted away from them. 

Nami, Chopper, and Jinbei were further inland, exploring the large, dense forest that spanned across the whole island. There hadn’t been any sign of people yet, so Nami wanted to try and map out the island herself. But she didn’t want to go by herself, and Chopper thought there was safety in numbers, so Jinbei tagged along as well.

Robin and Franky, and Brook, were on the beach. Brook played a song on his violin, but stopped to laugh every time Usopp squealed when a fish would brush up against his legs. Robin was reading a book and making warm, noncommittal “I’m listening” sounds at Franky as he talked about one of his plans for an upcoming project. 

Luffy sat on the lion’s crest of the Sunny and watched them all through content-half lidded eyes. His crew was his family. For once, they were relaxed and comfortable, and finally had a chance to relax. 

And… Luffy wasn’t alone, up there on the Sunny. He turned and looked to his companion, who was lying down with his fluffy hat covering half of his face, protecting his eyes from the sun. 

Law wasn’t a part of his crew, but he was still there, still comfortable surrounded by pirates not his own, still content to relax in the Strawhat’s presence. 

It made Luffy feel warm. Like he was sunbathing - well, he was technically already doing that. But it was like the sun reached inside of him, into the spots it had no way to touch, and warmed him there. 

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what love felt like. 

He’d felt it before, in moments like this. Peace, calm. He’d felt it in worse moments, too - it was a sharp, hot thing, when he’d seen Doflamingo curled over Law, ready to kill him. It molded itself to Luffy’s heart, changing shape as needed. But it was always there. And now the sun was shining, and his crew were off having a good time together, and soon there would be lots of food for everyone. So Luffy finally said it.

“I love you.” It was easy to say - why wouldn’t it be? After everything they’d been through together, love was the least of their worries. 

Law sat up, suddenly. His hat slid off of his face, but Luffy grabbed it before it could fly overboard. “What?” Law asked, his eyes sharp, as he snatched his hat back from Luffy’s grip. 

Luffy shrugged. “I love you.” He smiled. “You don’t have to love me back.” Of course he wanted Law to return his feelings - who wouldn’t? But Luffy had discovered along the way that love was often used to hurt people. He never wanted his love to hurt Law. And that meant he had to give it with no strings attached. 

“But- “ Law frowned, his face turned red, and he quickly put his hat back on. He turned away, looked out at the sea. “I don’t get it. What - why? Why now?” 

“Why not now?” Luffy laid back down and crossed his arms behind his head, giving him a pillow to rest on. “It’s nice out.” He was happy, and he’d held this inside of him for so long, because it had never felt like the right time. 

Then he’d realized it would never be the right time. So it might as well be when it’s nice out.

“You-” Law was looking at him now, he had to be - but Luffy had his eyes closed. Law was fussy, but he’d get over it. He could handle knowing he was loved. “How long have you loved me?”

“I dunno exactly. A while.” He remembered that sharp pang in Dressrosa, when he thought he’d lost Law for good. Or how it softened to something sweet, a comforting feeling, when Law held him in his arms once it was all over. 

“And you don’t mean like your crew, right.” It wasn’t asked like a question, but it still was. 

Luffy nodded. “Not like my crew. Like - a partner.” Like he wanted to go on adventures with Law, but after the adventures they had a place to return to, together. Like a partner that could travel the world, away from him or by his side, and at the end of the day they had each other. 

A partner he could fight with, like Zoro and Sanji. Or a partner he could listen to or ramble at, like Robin and Franky. A partner he could depend on. A partner that is his equal.

Luffy didn’t say any of this out loud. He didn’t need to.

Law laid back down on his stomach and leaned over Luffy. “How could you say it so - so - like it’s no big deal?” Luffy cracked an eye open to watch Law shake his head. 

“Because… it isn’t a big deal?” Luffy laughed. “I already said you don’t have to love me back. I just wanted you to know.”

“No!” Law groaned, then buried his head - right into Luffy’s chest. “You stupid-” He made a quiet noise of frustration and then picked his head back up. “I can’t believe you said it first. I can’t believe you said it at all. I thought maybe…” He frowned. “Maybe you didn’t have those kinds of feelings.” 

“Well, I’ve never felt like this before.” Luffy spoke up to the sky. “I think you’re the exception.”

Law made a strangled noise and dropped his head back to Luffy’s chest. “I…” his voice was muffled. “I think you’re the exception, too.” 

Luffy’s heart fluttered in his chest. “You love me?” 

Law stilled, took a deep breath, then lifted his head again. He fixed Luffy with a look, then exhaled. “Yeah. I love you.” 

“Was that so hard?” Luffy found himself laughing, suddenly filled with a giddy warmth. “You look like you’re about to throw up.” 

“Maybe I am.” Law said darkly, but let himself be pulled up in Luffy’s arms. He stopped, for a moment, and looked very, very vulnerable. “What… does this mean now?” 

Luffy gave him a thoughtful expression. “I dunno.” He hadn’t really thought this far ahead.

They stayed there in silence for a few moments - Law half dragged into Luffy’s embrace - and then Law started to laugh. 

“This is stupid.” He pulled himself fully upright and disentangled himself from Luffy’s arms. “It’s not a big deal. We can just…” 

He cupped Luffy’s face in his palms and leaned in.

Law’s lips were dry and chapped, and Luffy was certain his must have felt similarly weird, but it was… not bad. 

The kiss lasted only for a second before Law pulled away and made a face. “Huh.” 

“You’d think it’d be more fun, if Zoro and Sanji are doing it all the time.” Luffy shrugged. “Want to try again?” 

“Yeah,” Law said, his smile slowly blooming, “Yeah, I think I do.” 

[enricodandolo]

Venusberg (Mass Effect: Andromeda; Rydercest)

Zu Gottes Preis in hoch erhabne Fernen,

blickt auf zum Himmel, blickt auf zu seinen Sternen!

Anbetung solchen Wundern zollt,

da ihr sie nicht begreifen sollt!

Doch was sich der Berührung beuget,

euch Herz und Sinnen nahe liegt,

was sich, aus gleichem Stoff erzeuget,

in weicher Formung an euch schmiegt, -

dem ziemt Genuss in freud'gem Triebe,

und im Genuss nur kenn' ich Liebe!

 She awoke some time before her alarm, the bright sunlight uncomfortably hot on her face. They hadn’t bothered to draw the curtains and the tinted windows overlooking downtown Armstrong, though filtering out harmful UV radiation, did little to shield them from visible light. She yawned, drew the somewhat clammy blanket up to her ears, rolled over and nestled closer to her partner, nuzzling up to his shoulder. His skin was hot against hers, his smell comfortingly familiar. The sun warmed her bare back through the blanket.

Sara didn’t have long to enjoy the peace and quiet. No sooner had she made herself comfortable than the omni-tool on her nightstand began blasting out Wagner. Freudig begrüßen wir die edle Halle … Groaning, she stirred, rolled off her partner’s body and grasped blindly for the tool. “Alright, alright,” she muttered, blinded by the pure white sunlight falling into her eyes, “’m awake …” She managed to stop the alarm a dozen measures in, turning the music down to a more reasonable volume. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she sat up in bed, the blanket pooling around her waist, stretched.

Once she had regained the use of her faculties and knew where, when and who she was, she glanced over at the man lying by her side. She could not stop a smile from creeping over her face. He was still fast asleep, all the efforts of Landgrave Hermann notwithstanding, curled up and clinging to the blanket. Sara leant closer. His mouth was very slightly open, his breathing slow and steady. For a moment, she watched him, following the curve of his shoulder blade, the tendons of his neck, the shadowed line of his jaw. She knew every inch of his body as well as her own, but never did she fail to be entranced, nor did her heart ever fail to leap when she saw him like this.

Having stolen this moment from him, she leaned down to kiss him. “Wakey, wakey,” she murmured into his brow. “You don’t wanna sleep in today.” He merely turned away with a groan and clung more tightly to the blanket. Sara rolled her eyes. “Suit yourself.” She strapped on her omni-tool, then got out of bed.

The sprawling suite at the Ritz-Astoria overlooking Tranquillity Base had cost them most of their remaining life savings, not that either of them had had a great deal left. Sara was pretty sure they’d drank the remainder last night, toasting a new future with a 1969 Gevrey-Chambertin. Might as well go for the novelty factor.

She walked over to the window, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet like heavy boots in the lunar regolith, and turned up the filters to dim the light. Tranquillity Base stuck out like a sore thumb, a domed-over patch of grey dust amidst the urban sprawl of downtown Armstrong. They’d seen the site before, mingling among tourists, Alliance recruits and bored schoolchildren as they looked down unto the prosaic remains of humanity’s first bumbling steps through the plexiglass floor that shielded flags and footprints. Yesterday, the place had been full of vaguely familiar faces, everywhere they’d looked had been the Initiative’s logo—excited would-be pioneers bathing in historicism. They’d glanced at each other. “Let’s get out of here.” They hadn’t actually gotten to see what they’d come for, but that was fine.  

Humming along to the music from her ‘tool, Sara moved into the bathroom, all gold and marble shipped from Earth and larger than her old flat on Arcturus. She had neglected to clean up after they had made love yesterday and was in dire need of a shower. She took her time, enjoying the hot steam and the rivulets of scalding water lashing her skin before dripping to the marble floor with that peculiar dancelike languor that seemed to define all movement in lunar gravity. Going by the projections, it sounded like it might be the last hot shower she’d have for quite some time. Just another point she hadn’t considered when agreeing to this foolhardy endeavour. The hotel shampoo smelled of citrus and Thessian spices; for a moment she considered pocketing it before remembering there was no point.

She exited the shower, dried her hair and set about the rest of her morning routine, making liberal use of the hotel toiletries and humming along to the music from her omni-tool all the while. When she exited the bathroom, she found her lover still fast asleep. Sara stilled in the doorway, taking a moment to watch him, smile on her lips. Typical. She couldn’t have pretended to be surprised, even on a day like this. At other times, she might have slipped back into bed to hold him, cherishing the rare opportunity to enjoy more than fleeting intimacy.

Instead, she rolled one of her wet towels up in a ball and hurled it at him.

Scott’s curse was muffled by drowsiness, but he bolted upright and tangled with the towel as though it had attempted to strangle him. Finally he freed himself and glared at her as best he could from half-lidded eyes. “Time to get up, sleepyhead,” she told him, smirking. “Shower’s free.”

“Could’ve just told me …” her brother grumbled and dragged himself out of bed. “No need to assault me.”

“You sleep any longer and we’re likely to miss our ride. Come on, little brother.” She caught him by the wrist as he shuffled past her towards the bathroom and leaned in to kiss him. “Good morning. You smell like shit, go shower.”

“Join me?”

“Mmhm. Next time.”

While Scott was in the bathroom, Sara got dressed in her Initiative uniform, still ill-fitting and smelling of plastics. Say what you liked about the Alliance; her navy blues had felt like a second skin. She doubted she’d ever be as comfortable in the white-and-red gear of the Pathfinder team. Just gotta sit it out, she told herself, the way they’d planned. Once things got settled in Andromeda, they’d have all the time in the world.

The clothes she’d worn yesterday (as well as the racy new lingerie she hadn’t), she folded up and left on the bedroom dresser with a note asking for the hotel staff to donate them to charity. She’d already checked in all the personal effects she’d take with her: a few changes of civilian clothes, a replica of the first Prothean potsherd she’d helped dig up, a broach that had belonged to mum, an OSD with recordings and various memories, and of course her violin in a vacuum-sealed case she’d been ensured would keep the wood from warping for at least six centuries. That last item had kinda put a limit on what else she could bring, honestly, but she wasn’t about to give up on her music.

That had been one of her conditions. She’d had a lot of those. Sara remembered that evening on the Citadel, at a Zakera Ward sushi restaurant, quite well. Neither of them had had any idea as to why they’d been ordered to attend (dad never asked) and they’d both expected the worst. Neither of them had expected a sales pitch. Start a new life in Andromeda. She had seen the rapture in Scott’s eyes as he listened to their dad and it had scared her.

They’d met up on the Presidium the next day, just her and Scott. When she saw him, she knew he’d been sold, and she hated—well, whom exactly? Him, never. Herself, their dad, the entire fucking universe? But she’d ground her teeth and argued and, in the end, relented. He’d looked as miserable as she’d felt.

By the time Scott left the bathroom, she was lounging on the couch, tapping her foot along to the music. She watched (well, leered) him scrounge up his clothes. “You want to have breakfast?” she tried, half-heartedly. “We could order room service.”

“They said not to eat anything before departure, remember?” Well, there went that idea.

She said nothing else for a while, not until her brother had finished dressing. He actually looked handsome in that cheap-ass plastic uniform, damn him. He regarded her as he zipped up his jacket, worry plain in his face. “You still having doubts about this?”

“I’m rather amazed that you aren’t.”

Scott sighed and shook his head. They’d had this conversation before, too many times. Then, he walked over to her and took her hands. “It’s not too late to back out,” he reminded her, gentle as ever. To him, it would never be too late, not until they actually locked him in his cryo pod.

She smiled at that. “It’s fine. I’ve made my choice.” Truth be told, she’d made it that day on the Presidium. They’d come into this galaxy together, after all. She wasn’t about to let Scott outlive her by six hundred years. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when this whole Initiative turns out to be a massive Ponzi scheme, though. Half the people on those arks are rich idiots with more money than sense, and Garson’s all too eager to have them carve out her own kingdom.”

“You’re such a cynic.” Scott chuckled. “Look, no one is saying this will go off without a hitch. It’ll be hard work, but in the end, it’ll be worth it, trust me. This is our chance. The moment things settle down over there, we’ll be free to go wherever we like. We’ll have a whole new galaxy to explore. None of this old shit holding us back anymore.”

How often had he painted that picture for her? The details differed—now a cabin in the mountains of Habitat 4, then a ship of their own charting the course beyond Heleus, then a beachfront villa on Habitat 7—but always, always, always they were together. The more excited he got, the less she wanted to object. We won’t be alone. Dad will be there. Nothing will change. They would still have to hide, as they had their entire lives.

She couldn’t blame Scott for wanting to try something, anything, to change that.

Anything she might have said stuck in her throat, so she kissed him. “I’ve really enjoyed these past two months,” she told him. “Thank you for that.” They had spent the weeks leading up to the arks’ departure together, longer than they’d ever had to themselves but always paranoid about being found out. As far as dad was concerned, they’d taken each other to some of their favourite places on Earth, one last pilgrimage before they left home forever.

Each had made three choices and agreed to humour the other’s: for Scott, they’d raved in Chennai nightclubs, gotten front-row seats to a Seattle Sorcerers game, and seen the aurora australis from the Transantarctic Mountains. For her, they’d gone hiking in the Hindukush, scouring the Vatican Museums, and she’d gotten her hands on two tickets for Tristan und Isolde at the Bayreuth Festival. For that last one, Scott had even refrained from making any snide comments about the music, though she had found him asleep when she tried to hold his hand in the darkness of the Festspielhaus. O sink hernieder, Nacht der Liebe. Still, they’d walked down the festival hill hand in hand, her usual caution dead in the dark of night, and clung to one another until hateful break of day.

“You’re scared,” Scott said, quietly.

Scared? Perhaps she was, at that. She wasn’t worried that the cryostasis would fail, or that Garson and her stooges would dump them all overboard the moment they’d gone to sleep. She wasn’t even scared of leaving behind everything she’d ever known for an uncertain future. “I want this to be our future,” she told her brother. “Not something dad chose for us. Not something we just fell into because it was the path of least resistance. That whole pathfinder thing, the AI, those fucking implants … every step just makes me feel more like a puppet. This whole Andromeda thing is supposed to be about freedom, a fresh start. How do you see us ever getting our fresh start if we’re dragging all our baggage with us from the Milky Way?”

“I don’t know, frankly. But I know it’ll be better than this. New galaxy, new rules, right?”

“Dad’s going to kill us when he finds out.”

“Fuck dad. Fuck all of them.” The outburst took her aback. She wasn’t used to Scott losing his cool. “This is us. No one else gets a say in this. No one.” He paused. A fire had lit up in his eyes. When he continued, his voice was gentle once more. “I love you, Sara. You want to stay, I’ll stay with you. But I’m sick and tired of hiding all the time. Whether here or in Andromeda, it’s high time for us to come out and face the music. And we’re gonna do it together.”

It was a well-practised speech, one she had heard before many times, in many different forms. Sometimes, it had moved her to tears, other times she had laughed it off. Now, she could not but wonder. She tried to imagine the two of them standing in front of their father—no, no, not that. Much better not to dwell on that. Think rather of what would come after (assuming they survived). That log cabin on Habitat 4, those white beaches on Habitat 7, but always: Scott, Scott, Scott, and her always by his side, the way it should be. Waking up together (ish) every morning, going to sleep together (ish) every night, all the things they could never have in the Milky Way.

Children? Why the hell not? It wasn’t as though they wouldn’t have genetic engineers in Andromeda. In fact, the Initiative had insisted on administering additional gene therapy to the Pathfinder teams along their AI implants, in addition to that they had received in-utero and in the Alliance. Little Scotts and little Saras, born into a new world their parents had forged for them … She glanced at her sweet, brash fool of a twin, heart melting. Well, maybe that would be something to consider, at least when they were a bit older and things in Andromeda had settled down.

“Scott?” she asked, softly, cupping his cheeks in her hands. “Promise me this, okay?”

“Anything,” he responded at once, then added, in pretend hesitation. “This isn’t gonna be like our 14th—”

She had to laugh. “No, you dork. Come on, I’m trying to have a heartfelt moment here, alright?”

Scott smiled up at her, laid a warm, tender hand upon hers. “Alright. Shoot.”

“Promise me we’ll always be together.”

“Always. I promise.”

  It was never supposed to be like this.

She hides her thoughts, her feelings, from the spy inside her brain, the voice that will not shut up. “You promised,” she whispers, voice choked as she holds her twin’s hand. She wants to bed her head on his chest, hear his heartbeat, but there are always people watching. She wants to kiss her prince awake or share in his slumber, wants to feel him once again, but it is always watching. She wants to spend eternity by his bedside, but she cannot shirk her duties. Lives depend on her—their future depends on her. “You promised …”

She lets go off his hand, dries her tears, and shoulders her violin. She can do this for him, at least, she tells herself, as if he’d care. This is for her. Something from Tannhäuser, perhaps. Yes, that’ll do nicely.

   Dir, Göttin der Liebe, soll mein Lied ertönen, gesungen laut sei jetzt dein Preis von mir! Dein süßer Reiz ist Quelle alles Schönen, und jedes holde Wunder stammt von dir! Wer dich mit Glut in seine Arme geschlossen, was Liebe ist, kennt der, nur der allein! Armsel'ge, die ihr Liebe nie genossen, zieht hin! Zieht in den Berg der Venus ein!

[jeni182]

3, 32 and 34 for andreil from the angst/fluff prompt list? im in the mood for some intense angst (with happy ending bc im a wimp) and i love your writing so damn much

Oh I see, anon. You tryin me today. Let’s see what I can do with the ANGSSSST. And THANK YOU for the sweet compliment!

Neil was watching Andrew throw clothes into a bag, torn between ignoring him completely and risking his life by grabbing him by the shoulders and attempting to shake some sense into him.

“Why are you doing this?” he settled for. Trying to sound as calm as possible. None of this made sense. Things were going so well. They were so good. They were living together, they had a routine, they had cats for fuck’s sake. Why now?

“I told you why,” Andrew replied, face blank and voice stony. He wouldn’t look at Neil. 

“Look me in the fucking face Andrew. ‘It’s just not working’ is not a reason why and you know it. What isn’t working? Which part? The part where we’re happy? The part where we take turns making dinner every night? The part where I go to three different grocery stores until I find the flavor of ice cream I know you love? Which is it, then?”

“Yes, that. All of it. Take your pick. It’s just not and it won’t and I can’t. I’ll keep paying my half of rent so you don’t have to move.” Andrew picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. 

“Please don’t do this,” Neil begged.

“All these years and still using the word please. Thank you for making my point for me,” Andrew said turning to make his way out of the bedroom door and through the apartment. 

“You’re fucking right, Andrew. I’ll do anything right now to get your attention. To make you feel something, you asshole. Please don’t walk out of that door. I can’t do this without you.”

Andrew snorted and sneered at Neil. “Can’t do what?”

“Life”

Neil saw it then. A tiny crack in the armor. Andrew’s face softened just a little. His shoulders dropped. Neil swooped in.

He stepped closer to Andrew slowly. He was in his bare feet and Andrew was wearing boots, so they were of a height for once. 

“Tell me why,” he said softly. “I’ll let you go, just tell me why. It just doesn’t make any sense. We’re so good, you and me. All our pieces fit. They always have.”

Andrew let his bag fall from his shoulder as he looked at Neil.

“Because,” Andrew said, almost a whisper. “I won’t get to keep you.”

Neil took a step back, like he’d been struck. “What? Why would you say that? I’m right here Andrew. I’m not going anywhere.”

“They always leave. Always. I’ve never had anything good and when I get something good, I strangle it to death,” Andrew was getting louder now, and Neil could see his pulse beating rapidly in his neck. “I did it with Cass. I couldn’t keep her. I even did it with Aaron and Nicky. They couldn’t wait to get away from me. And I’m going to do it with you because I am good for nothing but chaos and ruin, Neil. So I’m going now before shit blows up. Before I can ruin you like I ruin everything.”

He stooped down to grab his bag again, but Neil caught his arm. 

“Hey,” he said, forcing Andrew to straighten again. “Don’t do that. Don’t project that onto me. That’s not fair.”

Andrew shook his head and looked away from Neil. His eyes were suspiciously shiny. Neil started to panic. This was not Andrew.

“Look at me,” Neil demanded, and Andrew did. 

Slowly and cautiously, Neil ran his hands up Andrew’s arms. He squeezed the biceps he loved so much for just a moment before continuing the journey up. His hands made their way up Andrew’s neck and finally to cup his jaw. He leaned in, and kissed his partner slowly. 

It started chaste. Neil was trying to put everything he could into this kiss. He was trying to say ‘stop. don’t. i love you.’ in a way Andrew could feel instead of hear. He ran his tongue along Andrew’s lower lip and felt his mouth open. The kiss deepened. Neil moved his hands to Andrew’s hair and tugged.

‘Feel this. Feel this god damnit.’

It started chaste. It ended with Neil pressed against the wall and his legs wrapped around Andrew’s waist. 

Neil finally pulled away for air and laid his forehead on Andrew’s shoulder.

“I love you,” he said.

Andrew squeezed Neil’s hips where he was holding on to them.

“I love you, too.”

[matronaa]

Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz  e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it  and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is  l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i  d i e  for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das  a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur  like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

[callmeakumatized]

Sugarcoated - Ch. 7

(Completed!)

Prev. Ch. Ao3 FF.net

 Day 7 Prompt:

"Trust your heart" is one of the dumbest pieces of advice to take. How do I know that? Because once upon a time, I tried it.

Adrien was desperately trying not to feel too awkward standing in Marinette's family's bathroom. Upon delivering Marinette to them, her parents had taken one look (one whiff, perhaps), gave him directions for how to work the shower, and steered him in the direction of the washroom. It took him about 2.8 seconds to realize that he had never used someone else's shower before. Hotels? Sure. But another person's? Someone he knew? Yeah, no. And now, standing there and feeling like he should be covered despite the fact that he really needed a shower, he knew why.

"Naked and Afraid", flashed before his eyes as he stared at the shower knobs…and paused.

And if, upon experimenting with the unfamiliar knobs (yes, he had had directions, hush), Adrien accidentally squealed when the cold water came out in a surge over his exposed skin. Well…he hoped that the Dupain-Chengs were too busy taking care of Marinette to hear him.

Hurrying in the (comparatively) tiny shower as fast as he could (while still making sure to get the smell of river water out), Adrien wasted no time, and five minutes later found a slightly disheveled blond on a pink sofa in a pink living room sitting awkwardly stiff and (im)patiently still to make sure Marinette's impromptu river dunking hadn't affected her too much.

Because if he gave her hypothermia because he literally froze at the first touch of contact that he was practically begging for, he would never forgive himself.

(And probably buy a one-way ticket to the first flight he could catch to Canada. They seemed nice.)

Adrien tried not to sigh too loudly as a recurring thought bounced around in his head once again. Trust in your heart. Puh. What a load of crap. That had to be the dumbest pieces of advice to take. Adrien knew, too. He'd tried it too many times with ridiculously awful outcomes to make the words worth anything more than a scoff to him now.

Trust in your heart, he had told himself when he pursued Marinette. And after all this time playing around in each other's shadows, he had only managed to sink like a lost remote in between the two couch cushions named "Romantic Limbo" and "Social Interaction Constipation".

Trust in your heart, his own stupid heart had whispered to his subconscious when he made the stupid choice to try and stupidly pursue Ladybug. That at least hadn't ended fruitlessly: he knew without a question exactly where he stood with her. And because of it, he had mentally berated his heart for tricking his brain into believing that ill-conceived exploit would end anywhere near the realm of a good consequence.

Trust in your heart, he willingly played over and over in his mind this entire, confusing, whirlwind of a day. Every time he looked in Marinette or Ladybug's direction, the conflicting emotions threatened to bash his skull to pieces, cause his heart to bleed out, or tie his stomach up in knots. So he tried to put an end to everything, tried to move passed the whole Does she?/Doesn't she? question rattling around in his brain and flirt and possibly make a move on the two awesome (cough – crazy – cough) girls who he had learned this morning were the same person, and let her know where she stood with him. And by way of being rewarded for his actions, he ended up dropping himself and the flipperty flippin' love of his life into a possible-death-for-normal-people drop ending in a rapid river of death. All because his body had a complete shutdown when she touched him.

In his defense, Marinette, while on the one hand exuded confidence, was also, in the time Adrien had known her, markedly reserved in her…affections toward him. "Shy" could be a good adjective, maybe "timid", really, to the point that said "affections" were nearly chimerical, barely existing in the small smiles, guarded laughter, and fluttering lashes that she seemed to always reserve just for him. Ça, alors, he liked it…a lot. But her persistence to keep whatever this was between them on some sort of slow-moving "I kinda sorta like-like you" train made it at once thrilling to be around her but also quite – quite – predictable. Ladybug, on the other hand, was like a wildfire burning in the brush – uncontained, unbridled, and entirely burn worthy (you all thought he was going to say "hot", didn't you?) Savage looks and purposeful bloodying of her partner were norms, and he loved every second of the intense games they played with each other. Adrien – Chat – always supposed that she was more apt to land a punch in his kisser (even in her civilian form, as this morning's revelry had shown) than actually kiss him. And for some reason, this had made her fabulously enticing to him.

So…yeah. While Adrien had been actually flirting instead of teasing, desperately working his way up to that point, he had only been mentally prepared enough to hope said object of his affections would reciprocate the preluded kiss; but, Ladybug as she was, Marinette completely took the wind out of his sails – and out of his lungs – by initiating the lip-to-lip contact herself.

Not that he was complaining, really, but…nearly fainting and falling back into the river, effectively drenching himself and his (his?) girl(not friend – yet?) in what could be considered a life-or-death situations was not the smoothest move.

The door at the top of the stairs suddenly opened, breaking Adrien away from his downward spiral of humiliation and frustration. In his haste to turn around and fueled into action by the surprise of the door, Adrien bolted out of his seat like a man on fire. He just wanted to see Marinette, wanted to see that she was okay, wanted to make sure, if he was needed, that he could be there for her or her family to offer his services. What he managed to do instead was trip on his own foot when he tried to turn around and fall into his own mess of flailing limbs and strangled cries before backing skillfully into the TV.

The TV proceeded to fall over with a cataclysmic crash.

There was silence hanging in the room, and Adrien couldn't look up, couldn't face anyone that had seen that mess (the voices that were busily talking had all gone quiet…they must have been privy to this little display of gracefulness). Without anywhere else to turn, Adrien continued to stare at the TV, a giant gaping crack in the center of the screen. He draped an arm around his chest as if he was going to cross his arms over themselves, but instead used the other hand to cover his mouth in horror as a tiny plume of smoke burst out of the crack.

No one moved in the wake of the television's demise.

Until Adrien, unable to handle the dread anymore, pointed down the television as he looked up for the first time at the three – yes, all three – people standing at the top of the stairs.

"I'll pay for that," he said with a sigh, resigned to accept whatever punishment they were ready to dish out to him and hoping to hedge some of it with his shallow promise.

At once, three distinct, unrestrained roars of laughter burst into the previously quiet room. Adrien could only grin sheepishly and scratch at the nape of his neck as his cheeks warmed beneath the penetrating mirth. When he looked up again, passed the two older Dupain-Chengs, his eyes met the one he most longed to see. And while there was amusement playing the depths of His Lady's eyes, he also saw the hint of something else there, something eking out in the tiny crow's feet of her eyes and the scrunch of her nose. Something more than Marinette or Ladybug had ever given him before. A look, he knew, that wasn't necessarily different or new in terms of expression, but in possession.

That look, he knew then, was something meant just for him.

Marinette and Adrien were finally doing exactly what Adrien had come over that morning to do in the first place: cover up his "bug bite".

Well…that's what it started as.

It took about a dozen or so cookies and a few cups of hot chocolate to get to this point, Marinette doing a full makeover over Adrien's face. The two teens were sitting cross-legged (Marinette had changed into some sweats) with their knees touching, enjoying the warm night air in the fairy lights on Marinette's balcony. Marinette had Adrien's golden hair pulled back by a pink headband, his eyelids now sporting a flashy shade of green and some impressive "cat eye" wings (Adrien had readily agreed to that). Marinette giggled again at the sight of Adrien trying to hold still, hand shaking with repressed mirth as she held the mascara wand precariously over his closed eyelids.

"Mar," Adrien continued in his chuckling, teasing voice, "don't laugh, you're going to smear everything, and then we'll have to start over." He pawed blindly in front of him, making Marinette giggle again in return and batting his hands away. She continued in titters, coming back to her position slowly to make sure she was still enough to keep from accidentally streaking black lines across the blond's flawless cheeks (like he needed makeup to help with those perfect contours).

"Maybe that's my plan all along," Marinette replied in a playfully low voice. Adrien opened one eye a slit, only to see Marinette leaning closer than he thought she was and waggling her eyebrows. He burst out in a bark of laughter, head thrown back far enough that he had to put a hand behind him to keep himself from falling over. The next few minutes were playful and fun as ever, pushing against each other and laughing, finally ending when Marinette threatened to purposefully mark him up with mascara if he didn't hold still.

Although she reeeeaally wanted to kiss those perfectly done up lips and eyes…part of Marinette just wanted to see this fun little project through to its completion. Besides…she never had so much time to admire Adrien this close up.

She could smell that smell from this proximity, and it was absolutely euphoric.

Adrien pouted at having to sit still again. He slouched forward with his hands just casually brushing against Marinette's knees. The protruding lip and slouching shoulders might be a bit, well, dramatic, but he was particularly put out that he couldn't watch Marinette's cute little tongue stick out of her cute little mouth while she concentrated on applying more of his makeup. He had seen it earlier, and had instantly fallen in love with her all over again over a simple, albeit adorable, gesture. Adrien sighed, relaxing his body a bit more (and getting a huff of fake annoyance from Marinette at his movement), and, in lieu of being able to look at his Princess, let his mind wonder over her, tapping absently against Marinette's knees to keep his hands busy.

There were, admittedly, other ways he could keep his hands busy, but…

Adrien's now fisted fingers pulled back from his previously lovely position into a distance that was a little safer, although he really, really didn't want to. In a momentary panic, Adrien decided the best course of action would be to start talking…even if it was just to keep his mind (and his hands) from wondering any farther.

"So, Marinette…"

She hummed absently in response, concentrating hard enough to miss the little smile that escaped him.

"Any particular reason you wore that dress today?"

Marinette snorted at this. Adrien laughed a little in reply and tried really hard not to blink when the tickling pressure switched to his other set of lashes.

"Sorry, chaton," Marinette breathed out in a heavy sigh, thinking back on the day and shaking her head in embarrassment. "I've already told too many confessions today."

This time, Adrien hummed in reply. He bit his lip and felt a slight satisfaction in noticing how Marinette seemed to pause in her ministrations.

Marinette did not stop just to look at his teeth poking out over his lip. She did not.

"Okay, I guess it's my turn, then, yeah?" Adrien said suddenly, and Marinette trying not to pause again and incriminate herself further in her fascination of Adrien's mouth. Instead, she gulped. Loudly.

Adrien smirked, fluttering his lashes as he opened his eyes.

(He looked…fabulous. Marinette, as she would later admit, was a little jealous of this.)

Outwardly, Marinette seemed to be calmly putting the lid on her mascara tube. On the inside, her brain was exploding.

What…what is he going to say!?

"S-Sure, kitten," she replied.

Great, and we're back to the stuttering, she thought, feeling the telltale signs of a flushed face warming her cheeks.

Adrien wasn't faring much better. He briefly wondered why on earth he had said that, why had he said that!? Not that he didn't have anything to say, but…well…

He looked down at her lips again when she looked away. She had stopped pursing them so tightly, and now they hung out in their full, adorable, completely kissable shape. The sight was enough to steel Adrien's nerves. He now knew exactly what he wanted to say.

"So, I already like Marinette quite a lot, if you didn't know," he started, blinking his eyes some more, trying to get used to the heavier feel of his lashes. "And maybe you didn't know, because, well, we never really talked about anything like that. So I really like Marinette, and then there I was, just kinda…mildly attracted to Ladybug."

Marinette's eyebrows flicked upward for a quick second at this surprising information, a small smile tugging on her lips.

Adrien cleared his throat, looking down at their laps before reaching forward and taking one of Marinette's hands in both of his. His fingers slowly traced over all the delicate curves of her wrist, her palm, her own fingers. He placed a kiss there, slowly, before continuing on.

Marinette knew he could feel her quaking slightly. She could feel it, could feel herself trembling under his touch. The mascara tube dropped from her other hand and she didn't even notice.

"I, uh, I tried to annoy Ladybug," Adrien continued with a small laugh, "tried to…aggressively flirt with her to rile her up." His eyes rose under his sparkly lids to meet her own. "I like that I can do that with LB. I like that I can get such a rise out of her."

Marinette rolled her eyes, but felt her cheeks burn anew at the intensity of his stare. He grinned before kissing her hand again. Marinette thought she might pass out if he did any more of that.

"You'd blush, just like that." His voice lowered as the tension – and their heartbeats – continued to rise. "And then you'd pummel me. Or, well, you'd try to."

Marinette went to smack him on the leg, but somehow her hand got stuck there, causing her to lean forward just a bit…just a bit closer.

Adrien didn't seem to mind…

Adrien, for his part, definitely did not mind. Sweet cheesy kittens, he did not mind any of that action at all.

"I thought," he continued in a whisper, taking a hand away from her own hand to trail slowly up the arm now resting on his leg. "I thought all this time that I was afraid of girls, of, well, of getting involved, thinking that they were either too much trouble," – Marinette shivered when he started on his second track up her arm – "or absolutely terrifying. Terrifying, like dear, sweet Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette fluttered her half-lidded eyes, a held breath coming out in a warm burst.

Terrifying? HER?

…Sweet!? HER!?

"Yes, you, Marinette."

Oh, had she said that out loud?

She sucked in her lips to keep from saying anything else.

And oh, how Adrien definitely didn't want her to do that, not when he was determined to take the initiative this time.

(At least they were on solid ground and, at least if he lost all control of his faculties this time, he wouldn't put himself or anyone else in mortal danger. Probably. Hopefully.)

"President of our class," he said softly, pulling both her hands to his mouth this time and never looking away from her. "Popular with everyone." A kiss on the back of her hand. "Best problem-solver and most insane engineer I've ever seen." A kiss on the back of the other hand. He flipped over her hands like he had done before and Marinette briefly wondered how someone could make such a gentlemanly (flirty) behavior so incredibly incapacitating. The warm breath on her palms sent a new wave of shiver-induced goosebumps racing over her arms.

"And…you're completely fearless." A kiss on her palms. Marinette twitched in her position, inhaling sharply. Her entire body seemed to be buzzing, growing agitated with anticipation. He was going to do this, wasn't he?

Oh please, please say he's going to do this…!

"Marinette…" Adrien whispered, fingers pausing only a moment before reaching up to ghost over the line of her jaw. The pace of his movements was languorously slow…but he didn't – and really did – want to push his luck, or his boundaries, with this girl. When Marinette closed her eyes at his touch, Adrien almost melted. She wanted this…right? "Do you remember the Copycat Akuma?"

"Yes," Marinette replied immediately, breathlessly. She'd say whatever she had to for him to keep talking. She leaned into his touch and was satisfied when his breath hitched.

"I…I did that."

"What?" she said, eyes opening in slight surprise.

"When you didn't show up, when you missed that ceremony thing, Theo Barbot, the sculptor, he was talking about how awesome he thought you were. I…didn't like that. Like, at all. Someone else wanting you. So I…I might have…told him we were together."

If Marinette was surprised by this information, she didn't show it. Instead, her eyes were bright with something Adrien couldn't name. Their weight shifted – their world shifted – when she leaned closer.

"Adrien…I have one more confession."

Adrien hummed, pulling her closer and nuzzling the side of her cheek.

Like a cat, she thought, smiling.

"Theo told me what you said…" This time, Marinette reached up to put her hands on his shoulders, moving back to be able to twirl her fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. "And I…told him that you were right."

It was now or never…and Adrien wasn't going to miss this opportunity again.

Hands now on either side of her face, Adrien pulled her forward into his touch, and at the first taste, had the familiar feeling of being submerged in something bigger than him.

This time, though, he let himself drown in her.

As one small kiss turned into something a little more, both teens relaxed into each other, smiles on their faces, but unwilling to stop trying to maintain that feeling of someone's lips on their own. Someone who loved them. Someone who made their lives just that much better simply by being a part of it.

Someone who gave themselves completely to the other person, basking in their faults, laughing through the trials, and, overall, taking all the bad parts and covering them in something sweet.

Their lives had, in one day, become like a donut: deceptively tough on the outside, immensely fluffy on the inside…and delectably sugarcoated.

  Fin!

[interstellar-child]

im putting the rewrite below text because fuck quintessential tortellini 

I would scrap the opening scene with the slaughter of Shosanna’s family. While that sets up the antagonist, keeping the fact that Shosanna is jewish and a survior hidden from the audience has them asking “Why is she doing this?” “Why is she acting this way?”

We go straight into the scene with Aldo and his bastards. this set up and introduction of Stiglitz and Donowitz is good and is honestly my favorite part of the movie. (i’ll be it a little gory, but still it was fun)

As for Shosanna meeting Zoller, i would keep it the same up until she hears about the propaganda film about him. I would have her convince him that he need to move the premier to her theater. And then it would redo the scene with her in the restaurant, introducing Landa and having the tension the first time you watch it be there but make the scene rewatchable. so the audiance could watch the scene a second time and think “Oh, thats why.” to her reactions and his actions.

Here is where I really diverge. I would scrap Hicox character completely and have Stiglitz and wicki go to meet Von hammersmark. Unbeknownst to them Shosanna and her partner (yeah im making her gay keep reading) now a woman named Margo are there trying to convince a film maker to develop a film. they refuse and leave the two in the same bar where the bastards are meeting with von hammersmark. the bar is busy now, and Shosanna hears the bastards plans for attacking the premier at her theater. She sits herself at their table and introduces herself. after some convincing she takes them to the theature and they begin planning.

instead of Landas investigation we get a scene between Margo and Shosanna. While Margo knows shosannas real name and that she is jewish, she never asked how she came to be in paris under a new name. Shosanna has a flashback that reveals she lived on a dairy farm with her family until the nazis captured france. One of their neighbors hid them for nearly a year before Landa showed up. He threatened her neighbors but they didnt budge. He killed them for it. In the chaos of the soldiers and the neighbors fighting Shosanna and her younger brother were able to flee the house, but as the reached the end of the field and went to hop the fence of the property Landas fires at them. Her brother doesnt make it over the fence. We would transistion back to the present day. Margo kisses Shosanna, they embrace and as a soft light basks Shosannas face she tells margo, “I havent had someone I could tell I loved in so long Margo. Please . . . hold me a for a little while more” tears spilling from her eyes. the scene would fade to black.

It would be premiere night. Lando would not be suspicios of anything, Aldo would not get kidnapped, Von Hammersmark would not get senslessly strangled. as the night goes on Zoller would follow Shosanna around, she would visibly grow tired of him. before the movie starts she would lead him up into the projection room where she would pretend to have a drink for them to celebrate but poisions him intead. As he wriths on the floor she says to him, “I wonder if the americans will give me a medal for killing the german sargent york. Not that you’ll ever know.”

After this she would wait for the show to start. Now the plan would be revealed to the audience. Donowitz and Ulmer would reveal their part of the plan as Shosanna and Margo complete theirs. The movie plays the part of Shosanna and her “this is the face of the jew that killed you” speech. The nazis are trapped inside as Margo sets the screen and the film reels on fire, creating a near instant blaze. Donowitz and ulmer break into Hitlers (yeah hitler was there originally if tortolini can play god so can i) opera box, killing him. They fire into the crowd. Shosanna meets up with them, asking to borrow one of their guns, she finds Landa in the crowd and kills him. they toss the bombs into the crowd and then escape. Shosanna and Margo both escape. 

It cuts to six months later as the war has ended and Margo and Shosanna now live in a seaside town. Aldo is a renowned war hero. Stiglitz is a witness who identifies nazis in the nurenburge trials. Von Hammersmark is now an actress in america.Donowitz plays for the yankees with ulmer as his agent (and boyfriend)

thats all it takes to rewrite a movie and make it better folks

inglorious bastards had a SHIT ending with shoshanna dying before she got to see her hard work pay off by roasting the nazis alive. hell even the nazi director got his moment when fucking hitler himself tells him “this is your best work” im going to kill that stupid foot man for his writting choices AND im goinng to rewrite it with a better ending.