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laheysdork · 3 years ago

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last night - stiles stilinski (college!au)

request: (x)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking and that’s it i think

a/n: anon did not request a college au but i think it fits so well with the plot sooo…. (if you cant tell i LOVE college aus) anyways i’m sorry this took me so long to write i’m pretty busy lately :(( but i hope you like it!!

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Grumbling from the throbbing ache pounding your head, you slowly become conscious from the slumber you were in. Your eyes are still glued shut, the pain not letting you do much. Knitting your eyebrows, you try to recall the prior events despite your hazy state.

But before you could come up with a lucid scenario of what actually happened, you are broken out by something shifting beside you. Like a jolt of electricity, a glimpse of memory from last night’s events come rushing back. You snap your eyes open and shoot your head to your side, too shocked to care about your worsening headache.

There he is, Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, shirtless and wrapped in the same blankets you are under, purring quietly, deeply asleep.

Wait, shirtless?!

Instantly, you slightly lift the blanket covering you, peeking underneath to see that you are also as bare as your best friend, confirming your assumptions. To your horror, you jumped out of the bed while cursing under your breath, not wanting to wake him up and confront him immediately. You stumble all over his dorm, trying to collect your clothes that are messily scattered from last night’s not-so-subtle steamy encounter. Zipping up the blue skirt that was wrinkled from all the drinking and partying from the night before, you zoom out of his dorm room, not even bothering to leave him any messages.

Shutting the door to your dorm, you let out a long huff from the very eventful morning, and night. Slumping on your bed, you rest your elbows on your knees before burying your head on your palms.

What the hell happened last night? No, no, no, you did not just fucked your best friend drunk.

Shaking your head, you keep on nagging yourself mentally, denying last night’s course of actions.

This is why you shouldn’t drink too much, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your internal ramble is interrupted by the sound of your blaring alarm from your phone.

Oh fuck, you totally forgot about school.

Recalling you have a lecture in about 30 minutes, you rush over to the bathroom to freshen up and look at least a little bit decent instead of looking like a girl who had just been freshly fucked by her best friend.

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“I’ll see you next week.” Sounds of paper rustlings and shoes shuffling fill the vast hall, students dreading to get out and spend their well-deserved weekend.

Unlike the rest of them, you take your time, not having anything to look forward to. Instead, you do have someone to steer clear of. You know it is impossible to avoid him for the rest of the year, but as of right now, you are mentally incapable of facing him, especially after knowing what happened.

But why did it even happen in the first place? You swear your friendship is platonic. There are no hidden meanings, right?

A hint of doubt starts to surface within you, your certain notion become dubious. Currently, you can’t trust your subconscious, last night’s events proving your beliefs to be wrong.

Do you see him that way? Romantically?

The thought of that made you scrunch in disgust. Not that you think Stiles is unattractive, rather the opposite actually, but it has been a long while since you’ve had a romantic interest, the unforeseen attraction feeling very foreign for you.

And if that is not bad enough, this is Stiles you’re talking about. The person you geek out with about your Star Wars obsession, the person who always irks you with his jitters, the person you shamelessly lash out to when you’re having a shitty day, your best friend, Stiles.

Mentally slapping your forehead with your palm, you think of the worst-case scenario.

What if he doesn’t see you that way? But if he doesn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t have slept with you. But he was drunk too, right? It might have just been the alcohol.

Concluding your spiraling thoughts, you are even more determined to avoid him, saving yourself from more heartbreak and embarrassment. After intentionally extending your time in the lecture hall, you finally run out of things to clean up. Swinging your tote bag over your shoulders, you exit the now quiet hall, absent of students.

“Y/N!” As you are walking to the on-campus café, you hear Allison’s call, turning around to meet her figure approaching you. You halt in your tracks, letting her catch up to you.

“Hey! I’m gonna go grab some coffee. You wanna come?” you invite her as she beams, linking her arms with yours gleefully.

“Sure!”

Pushing the glass doors open, the little bell on top of the door ring, subtly declaring your presence to the rest of the café. The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee with a hint of vanilla gushes over your senses. Light chatters and cutleries clanking together can be heard around the room, the café being more crowded than usual, taking notice that today is Friday.

After ordering yourself an americano, needing a stronger caffeine instead of your usual macchiato, and a latte for Allison, you scoot over to the waiting counter.

“Since it’s finally Friday, Lydia’s throwing another party. We’re going,” she insists.

The thought of having to attend another party where the probability of you getting drunk and do something stupid is not zero haunts you.

“I’m sorry, Allie.” Your little smile drop to a frown which do not go unnoticed by Allison.

“Oh my, did something happened last night?” Before you can answer her query, the barista call your name, handing you your respective orders. Picking some straws, you head to one of the empty tables with Allison, settling yourself down.

Stabbing the straw on the cup, she sips her latte while looking up at you with doe-eyes, anticipating the explanation to your refusal.

“I woke up on Stiles’ bed this morning,” you blurt out which causes her to slightly choke on her coffee. Her mouth is agape, coming up with a reasonable interpretation of the situation.

“Well, you guys did sleepovers sometimes right-“

“Naked,” you deadpan.

“Okay.” Her lips form a line as she continues to fumble with the cup in her hand. “But do you like him?”

And there it is, the million-dollar question.

“That’s the thing, Al. I don’t know what I’m feeling.” You tell her the truth, not really seeing the point in lying to your best friend as you begin slurp your coffee. “I mean, he’s Stiles. He’s fidgety and awkward and sarcastic and mean sometimes,” you trail off, a little lost in your head as you dig up memories of him.

“But sometimes he can also be warm and caring, like last semester when we went to that carnival and a little kid got separated from his parents. He bought him a lollipop to cheer him up and refused to leave his side until his parents came to pick him up.” You chuckle lightly at the recollection of Stiles holding the boy’s hand as he entertained him, showing him around the booths and going on rides with him.

“Or that time we stayed at Lydia’s lake house and I was freezing because I forgot to bring my sweater. Stiles lent me his one and only hoodie despite also feeling cold himself.” You don’t realize you were smiling like a fool before Allison broke you from your little bubble with an cunning giggle.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to break it to you but, you are into him, deep,” she sneers.

“Really?”

“God, you are so oblivious!” she retorts jokingly.

“Shit. Do you think he feels the same way?” you question rhetorically, feeling a little more worried after finally acknowledging your feelings.

“Y/N, that is a known fact and I was never wrong, right?” You laugh at her jest, knowing that she is almost always right.

“Let’s just go to the party and get your head off him for tonight, okay?” she negotiates.

“But Stiles-“

“I heard he has a group meeting later. So I can guarantee you the party tonight will be a Stiles-free zone.”

Okay, you have to admit that now her suggestion sounds very appealing.

“Fine,” you give in as she squeals, still inexplicably enthusiastic for a girl's night out despite having one not more than 24 hours ago.

Dropping your bag on your chair, you drag your feet to your bed, lying lifelessly on top of it while you think about the long night ahead of you. To distract your active mind, you occupy yourself with your productive tasks, organizing your untidy room and reviewing your notes from earlier.

Hours have passed by the time you notice it’s starting to get dark. You look at the clock, 6.30 P.M. Remembering that Allison will be picking you up in an hour, you start to get ready.

First on the list, you curl your hair in an attempt to tone down your frizzy and messy locks from the day. Then you put on a light make-up and some eyeliner to look the occasion. Finishing up, you slip on your white sleeveless preppy dress, pairing it with a cropped denim jacket, expecting the night to get a little chilly.

Checking the time one last time, you grab your purse before exiting your dorm, heading downstairs. As expected, you spot Allison’s black sedan waiting for you, the windows rolled down revealing the driver.

The moment you step out of the building, her face light up, waving at you to which you returned. You have no idea how she manages to be a ray of sunshine all the time. Right as you slam the door of her car shut, she take off with a grin, looking forward to the thrilling night to come.

The car pulls up in front of the familiar lake house, the usually serene and vacant building you’ve visited a few times now filled with students who are trying to free themselves from the dread of the week.

As you push the door open, overlapped conversations which are dampened by the loud blaring music deafen your ears. The party is more packed than yesterday, students crowding every section of the house. You notice most of them are holding a red cup in their hand as they travel around the house. Some are clustered together in a corner playing spin the bottle, some are jumping eagerly playing beer pong, some are out near the pool enjoying the fresh air, all of them looking like they’re having a wonderful time.

The familiar setting engulfing you force glimpses of yesterday’s party to pop up in your head causing you to feel giddy. Aware of your unnerved state, Allison rests her palms on your shoulder.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“Let’s go grab some drinks. Non-alcoholic this time.” You giggle at her ironic reference as she clutches on your wrist, guiding you through the crowds to find the counter where they’re serving the drinks.

About ten minutes have passed, both you and Allison roam around the house, meeting some classmates and having small talks. Midway, you notice Allison eyeing Scott who is chatting across the room.

“Why don’t you make a move on him?” You nudge her sides which startles her.

“I don’t know, Y/N..,” she trails off, feeling discouraged.

“Al, I swear you better stop playing dumb, get your ass over there, and win him over,” you aggressively demand as she chuckles.

“You sure? Will you be okay alone?” she questions, wanting to make sure you are completely fine especially knowing your current stance.

“It’s okay. I’ll probably meet Lydia somewhere.” You shrug her concern off despite being quite reluctant.

She hesitates for a second before complying, leaving you alone as she approaches the Hispanic boy.

After the departure of your companion, you decide to refill the empty cup in your hand, not having anything on your agenda. But as you pass the hall near the front of the house, the door swings open, revealing the brunette you have been evading all day long.

The sight of Stiles immediately causes you to freeze, his unexpected presence catching you off guard. He is wearing a burgundy knitted sweater with blue jeans which fit his body perfectly. Having seen what’s under, you’re now finally able to fully pinpoint and appreciate all the muscles you had overlooked these past years. If you weren’t so scared of your unreciprocated feelings, you would have asked him to fuck you again-

Wait, what? You did not just drool over him, Y/N.

Shaking yourself from your audacious explicit thoughts, you swiftly spin on your heels, fleeting away as far as possible.

Not gonna lie, you are pretty proud at how quickly you took action, fleeing the scene before he can notice you, or so you thought.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you leaving, his heart sinking from the thought that you are avoiding him. He wants to give you some space to process what happened the previous night, but he doesn’t expect you to be this dismissive.

He follows you a few meters behind, keeping the distance so you won’t feel pressured. He stops the moment you reach the poolside, sitting on one of the chaise lounges. With furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, you are scanning for Lydia, but even more for Stiles, being extra alert as to not bump into him.

For now, you’re pretty positive you’re in the clear as you let out a relieved sigh.

Stiles-free zone your ass. Allison owes you one for this.

Just as you think you can have a second of unbothered tranquility, you feel the seat beside you sank, causing you to flinch a little.

Turning your head, your eyes met the intoxicating honey orbs you know too well. Once again, you go completely rigid, unable to process the sudden encounter.

“Hey,” he greets softly, picking up your uneasy state.

“Hi,” you reply shortly, your brain not really cooperating with you right now.

Your short reply only prompts an awkward silence, none of you dare to speak a word. You are not sure what to do, fumbling with your hands while looking away to the crowd. All you can think about is coming up with a quick and fool-proof escape plan.

“Y/N-“ Just as he starts, a promising idea pops into your head.

“Sorry, I have to go refill my drink. I’m thirsty.” You lift and shake the light cup you forget you’re holding, indicating that it’s empty.

“I can do it for you,” he volunteers but you quickly stand up, straightening the wrinkled fabric of your white dress.

“No thanks. I’ll see you around.” Feeling you are being a bit too pushy, you decide to slip in a small smile as you proceed inside without waiting for his reply.

Finish pouring the beer into your cup, needing some liquid courage to continue the night after your previous confrontation, you secure the bottle on the counter before turning around with your cup full in your right hand. You are too caught up with your mind, thinking about Stiles that you don’t realize he was behind you.

Your right elbow crashes into his accidentally causing the cup in your hand to be knocked over, the golden alcoholic drink spills all over your white dress and the floor. At the cold feeling of the liquid drenching the material on your body, you curse under your breath.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry-“ Eyes wide, Stiles instantly step over to help you. But what he doesn’t expect is his intentions only caused more trouble. Stepping on the puddle of beer, he slips and topple you down with him to the floor. You feel your backside come into harsh contact with the greasy and sticky tiles as you scrunch your face in both disgust and pain.

But your sour expression is soon erased as you realize your current position. Stiles is on top of you, his face only inches away from yours, which could have been way closer if it weren’t for his arms that are holding his body up.

For the nth time of the night, you’re paralyzed once again, your body stiffening under him. You hold your breath back and do not move a single muscle like a corpse.

Thankfully, or not, Stiles shuffles on his feet and swiftly got up as you let out a breath of relief before doing the same.

Pulling your scrunched-up dress down, you gaze away from Stiles.

“I have to clean up,” you whisper, unsure whether Stiles heard it or not but you couldn’t care less as you rush upstairs where the bathroom is.

As you reach the second floor of the house where it’s quieter, fewer students roaming around the place, you can finally hear Stiles calling you from behind. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to-“ He apologize but you turn to him, cutting him off.

“Stop. Just, stop talking. Let me clean myself up first,” you snap. “Okay,” he breathes, feeling intimidated like a little puppy who just got scolded as you enter the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

Staring at the mirror, you let out a long exhausted puff. You agreed to go to the party to forget about your feelings for Stiles but the universe seems to be purposely doing the opposite, throwing you under the bus instead.

Turning the tap, clean water run down your finger as you clean them from the icky grime that is sticking on your skin. You also wet some tissues to clean up the mess on your dress. But after trying to rub it off for quite a while, you give up since it doesn’t seem to budge.

Swinging the door open, Stiles figure leaning on the wall opposite the bathroom come into your view. Noticing your presence, he shifts his weight back on his feet, standing steadily as you approach him, tired of running away from him and stalling the inevitable.

“Would you maybe like to go home instead? I can take you,” he mumbles, both of his hands tuck in his jeans’ pocket. Hearing his offer, the thought of being back in the comfort of your dorm seems too favorable to reject.

“Sure, okay. That sounds good actually,” you nod, observing that his little pout turns into a small smile from your agreement.

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The drive back overall was awfully quiet, Stiles usual talkative self was somehow silenced. Pulling up in your dorm’s parking lot which is emptier than most days due to the party, you can only sit still, wanting to both leave and stay at the same time.

“Stiles, about last night-“

“Y/N, about last night-“

The two of you broke into light chuckles from the overlap.

“Sorry, you go first,” you apologize and let him do the talking first since he had been trying to the whole day.

“Well, I’m just- I don’t know what’s going to happen to us after last night,” he stammers, darting his eyes down while scratching the back of his head.

His statement gives you an ambivalent feeling, uncertain if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. But for your poor heart’s sake, you go with the worst. Hope just costs too much and you can’t afford it.

“Oh, it’s okay. I mean you were drunk, you made a mistake and you regret it-”

“Wait, what? No. I don’t regret it, Y/N.” His eyes that were away from you immediately stare into yours deeply.

“You don’t?”

“I like you, Y/N. A lot. It’s weird but I think I have liked you for a long time, I was just too scared to admit it.”

“Oh,” you mutter, his confession making you go speechless. Even though you’ve heard Allison’s prediction which turns out to be right, it is still a lot to process your best friend confessing his feelings to you.

“Really, Y/N? I confessed my feelings out loud and that’s all you’re gonna give me?” he retorts jokingly to lighten the mood which succeeds since you are laughing.

“I like you too. I guess I just didn’t really realize it until yesterday and I kind of freaked out a little,” you finally admit the one fact you have been shoving away all day. “So does this mean we’re dating?” he questions.

“Ask me out properly first you asshole,” you snark as he snickers.

“Okay then. Y/N Y/L/N. Would you go out with me?”

“No,” you answer, holding back a grin that’s starting to creep up your face.

“Shut up, I know you do.”

With his newfound confidence and cockiness, which you totally dig, he brings his palm to the side of your face, cupping it as he leaned in. His lips press onto yours perfectly and you swear your stomach flipped. Almost immediately, you melt under him as he takes control, guiding you through the kiss. As he tilts his head to gain more access, his other hand rested on your thigh, caressing it soothingly but also sensually. At first, the kiss was passionate, gentle and intimate, but the longer your lips touch, the more hungry you two become. The innocent kiss that was full of love quickly shifted into a hot and steamy make-out session, overflowing with lust. Knowing where this is going and also needing to catch some breath, you pull away from Stiles, heaving heavily.

“Why don’t we continue inside?” you suggest through your pants causing Stiles to smirk.

“Oh God, you’re perfect.”

Seems like last night’s about to repeat itself again.

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skepticalarrie · 2 years ago

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Hi Allie, hope you’re well! This is random and not 1d related but you’re a few years older than me so was wondering if you had any thoughts or advice.

I’ve know I was gay since probably 14 although I assumed I was bi and would just be able to date men because my extended family would have issues with me being with a woman, and I had a lot of insecurity with my small group of friends knowing I liked girls and them thinking differently of me. I just couldn’t get with a boy, talking to them made me feel so uncomfortable and I never got past a casual talking stage. I focused on university and starting my career instead but now I’m 24 and have never been kissed, gone on a proper date, slept with anyone etc, because I’ve never pursued girls and men make me so uncomfortable. I feel like it’s too late now and I’m too weird to not have any experience, I wish I’d just got with some boys when I was younger so at least I’d had some experience. I think women my age are going to find it too strange that I’ve done nothing, but honestly I was just too scared to talk to women and too disgusted by men. I’m totally average looking, have a job, a group of friends (who still don’t know) I’m not particularly unattractive I know, but I just can’t help thinking it’s too late, who is going to want to be with someone with no romantic or sexual experience. I know 24 isn’t old but it is kind of crazy to not even have kissed anyone. Do you think I just need to jump in the deep end and just try not to die of embarrassment or just give up lol

Hi, love!

I don't think there's such thing as being "too late" for something, and even if there was... you're 24, you're so young!! You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.

Speaking from personal experience, I had kissed girls before (a lot of them coughs) when I was a teen but I was not fully conscious that I was sexually attracted to them, it's obvious looking back now LOL but it was always something I shoved deep down my brain and I couldn't fully see it at the time. It only hit me much later and I was in a relationship with a man. So by the time I was aware of that and also single to try things out, I was 27. And that's when I first *really* kissed a girl (and everything else). I was nervous too, but once I realized that what was stopping me was just inside my head, things became much easier. And I was ready for it. So I just let it happen naturally, I was with friends that I trusted (also queer people) and in an environment that made me feel super comfortable. I had a couple of beers and before I realized I was having the time of my life.

So if you're ready for it, just do it. If you want to tell the person you're with that this is your first time kissing and then having sex... I'm sure they will be fully supportive. And if they're not, well then you need to find someone who is supportive and it's going to be amazing. Seriously, there are a lot of people in the same situation as you are, not every queer person realizes they're queer at a very young age. Don't be embarrassed, don't give up. You deserve to be happy, and I'm sooo proud of you ❤️🏳️‍🌈 I hope I could help somehow, sending you a big hug.

#ask

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oikawa-tuwu · 4 years ago

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Exit, Stage Right

🎭 Chapter 12 (oikawa x reader smau)

It was only a few minutes after texting the groupchat your location that you hear footsteps behind you, and then someone settling themselves on one of the swings.

“Yahaba, if you’re here to drag me home-”

“Wrong on both accounts,” your companion chuckles, making you do a double take. You really had just taken in a basic height and weight in the corner of your eye, so it was a shock turn and see not your neighbor and best friend but Oikawa sitting on the swing next to you.

“Hi,” He says, softly, strangely vulnerable in the fading daylight. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine,” you bite back, instinctively. “I couldn’t care less about Satomi.”

“I couldn’t care less about the stair that always trips me on the way up to the costume loft, but my knees still sting when I land wrong.”

You scoff, kicking off the ground with your feet and starting the slow momentum. You swing your legs. In, out. In, out. “Where did this wizened old man persona come from and what did you do with Oikawa Tooru?”

Oikawa laughs. “Hey, I can be smart sometimes.”

“Emphasis on sometimes,” you say, but this time you’re smiling.

Petulant as ever, Oikawa pouts, looking up at you from where he had propped his chin against his hand. “You’re mean. That’s it, I’m done trying to cheer you up.”

“Nah, I don’t think you are,” you say, pumping your legs faster. In, out. In, out.

“Oh really?” Oikawa asks, tilting his head curiously. “And why is that?”

“If you really stopped talking to someone because they were mean, why are you still friends with Iwaizumi?”

The boy beside you sucks in a breath. Kind of a laugh, but too short and too shocked to really be humorous at first. When he lets the breath go, he’s back to laughing. “I guess you got me there. Would you believe me if I said that really I just took pity on an unfortunate and unattractive guy with no social skills and pretended to be his friend to make him feel better?”

Hoping your gaze falls somewhere on the “withering” scale, you shoot Oikawa a look. “No. And for the record, Iwaizumi is definitely not unattractive.”

“Alright,” Oikawa says, with a soft chuckle, but there’s something uncomfortable in the tightness of the action. “Well, anyways, I still came here to apologize, so… I’m sorry. I really didn’t realize how unhealthy of a relationship I had with all these girls. I always thought of my flirting as harmless fun, and the dates were just humoring the girls, but I see now it was just part of a narcissistic fantasy. And I’m working on pretending to be things I’m not in order to please other people.”

“Yahaba and Watari said you told Satomi and her friends to back off.”

“I did. I tried to at least.” Oikawa winces. “There goes my free bentos for lunch.”

“I’m sure you’ll find some girl eventually who will make you bentos because she loves you,” You say, skidding to a stop on your swing. Dust from the friction dirties your uniform, but its nothing compared to the sticky coffee on your shirt. “Not because she’s infatuated with a facsimile of a handsome teenage film star.”

“The Scully to my Mulder,” Oikawa mutters, quietly, almost like he didn’t intend for you to hear, before turning on a blinding smile and continuing, “But you think I’m handsome?”

Without missing a beat, you reach over to push him off the swing. Thankfully, Oikawa then busies himself with whining and pouting and dusting dirt off of his uniform and not looking at you and potentially realizing how flushed your cheeks had gotten and how fast your heart rate had raced.

There was the smile.

Not the fake one he turned on for his fangirls, for Satomi, for the stage, but his true smile that you really had only seen a handful of times. It was a true, genuine smile and he had smiled it for you.

Oh, no.

Oikawa stands, stretching out a hand to help you out of your swing. “Can I walk you home?”

For some unknown reason, you say yes.

You walk in silence for the most part, other than pointing out directions, but it's a comfortable quiet. It's a nice change from the Oikawa you see at rehearsals, constantly flirting with girls or annoying Iwaizumi or blabbering about something.

After a few moments, a cold breeze blows through, and you can’t help but shiver.

“Do you want my jacket?” Oikawa asks, already shrugging out of the fabric and offering it to you, and you blink at the chivalry behind it. Taking your silence as hesitation, he continues, “It’s my fault that your uniform is wet, which is part of the reason you’re so cold, so really, I’m just making us even-”

You snatch the jacket before he can keep talking, and he shuts up with a smug grin of self-satisfaction. Admittingly, the jacket does help, and its not much longer until you’re in your neighborhood.

“Yahaba lives around here, too, right?” Oikawa asks, and you nod.

“How’d you know?”

He shoots you a wry grin. “I do read your tweets sometimes.”

For some reason, the thought of Oikawa scrolling through your profile doesn’t fill you with disgust, rather a strange sense of satisfaction.

Oh, no.

“Y/n? Who is it that you’re walking with?”

“Hello, Mrs. L/n! I’m Oikawa Tooru, Y/n’s friend from drama! It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Oh! Would you like to come in for a cup of tea, dear?”

O h , n o.

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figula · 5 years ago

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putting this under a cut bc its just self-indulgent whining LOL

feeling sooo dissatisfied w/ myself atm. particularly my appearance!!! its not helped by the fact that ive had a cold for a week (altho its nearly gone) and this has left the lower half of my face dry and peeling off, im also really PMS-y and bloated and bleugh, and i’ve been stress-eating instead of productive self-therapising since the hospital sent the letter about the surgery date and i do NOT feel good about this last thing in particular lol like im sooo bloated and fsdfklklfgdkl i look horrible, im well aware of it!!!!

i need new clothes bc i always wear the same sacks every day and again im well aware of how unattractive my whole Look generally is but i dont know what to WEAR. i dont even know what i LIKE bc the past 10 yrs has just been a mission to hide as much of my body as is humanly possible?!?!? i mean - i know what i LIKE but theres no way id ever wear any of it bc i cant stand my body ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i just want to lose some weight & get more in shape so i feel better about myself but obviously this brings up well-trod issues that im not even gonna BOTHER going into for the 5 thousandth time. its also fucking embarrassing to even talk about while i look like this bc i know that if i mentioned an ED anyone who knows me irl would be like ‘.................really? you/’

i keep thinking about the surgeon being disgusted by how i look on the operating table?!?!?! what the fuck?!?!?! like ???? ???? the surgery’s in a few weeks and im just really frightened about it siiiiiiIIIGH

im juts so ashamed of myself in really key ways

#dont even bother w/ this one #work situation is going well atm at least tho #i have mor emoney than i've had since that nervous breakdown in oct

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thesaltyoceanwaves · 6 years ago

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Synthesis of Feelings Ch. 1 - A New Friends for Marinette AU Story

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Tearing off another request from her corkboard, Annie sighs as she reads over the contents. Another set of bombs were being asked by Kenner for the Theme Park, but now he wanted them to be gold. Normally, Annie doesn’t mind such since making the supplements for traits is easy and quick, but she just synthesized a batch the other day and just happened to be missing materials for gold.

She sighs again. “Ugh, I guess I have to-”

She’s interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. Without second thought, she says, “Come in!” Just as quickly, the door flies open, and Marinette rushes inside, panting as if she just ran a marathon. “W-Woah! Are you okay?”

“Ugh, Annie,” she cries in between breaths, “It’s just the worst! I could just die!”

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay!” Annie says, practically flailing her arms, “Is it a monster? I can just get Gillian and-”

“I wish,” Marinette gasps, “No, it’s nothing like that. I just…” she groans, “I embarrassed myself in front of my crush!”

Oh. That. Not that Annie doesn’t feel for the girl, but she doesn’t exactly have the greatest insight into romance. Still, judging from the panic on Marinette’s face, she really needs someone to hear her out and calm her down.

“Are you okay?” she offers weakly. When Marinette quickly shakes her head no, Annie knows that she’s off to a rough start.

Well, maybe she doesn’t know much about romance or dealing with feelings, but she does know how to brew a mean cup of tea. She pulls out a chair that’s been designated as the “Guest Chair” and prepares some water to be boiled. Marinette settles down in the chair, but is gripping the sides and almost shaking.

“You don’t understand, Annie,” Marinette groans, “Every time I try to talk to him, my words never come out right! It’s like ‘Low. I-I mean hello! How are you today? The weather is great- er I mean, it would be great if it weren’t raining! Not that train isn’t great! I mean rain!” she sighs, clutching her head in between her hands, “He probably thinks I’m weird.”

“I doubt that,” Annie says gently, “I mean, he can probably sense that you feel weird around him, but that’s different from actually thinking that you’re weird. You just need to not feel as weird around him.”

“But how do I do that?”

Before Annie can answer her question, the door swings open yet again, and a foul odor protrudes the room. It’s a good thing that Marinette is sitting, because if she weren’t, she’d have collapsed to the floor from the wretched smell, just as Annie does.

��Heyyy, guys!”

Completely oblivious to the atmosphere of the room, Gillian strides into the room, her bottle of herbal juice visibly open. Not that smelling her creations is ever a delight, but today’s combination is even more noticeably horrifying than ever. She can’t even really tell what’s supposed to be in this batch - maybe burnt Beeswax? Hot Chocolate?

That shouldn’t ever be a combination anyone contemplates mixing together, no matter how desperate they are to eat healthy.

Pinching her nose, Annie responds, “Gillian, I already told you, Pepe banned you from bringing that in here.”

“What, this?” she asks innocently enough, holding up the bottle. When Annie nods her head rapidly, Gillian merely laughs, “I don’t really get what he has against herbal juice. It’s soooo good for you!” Nonetheless, she manages to gulp down what must be half a container, and the smell quickly dissipates from the room. “So refreshing!”

Releasing her nose, Annie sighs. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have work?”

“What, me? Nah, I’m on my break!” Her smile is the widest Annie has ever seen it. Stretching out her arms, Gillian takes the time to crack both her shoulders and back. “Ugh, I’ve been working soooo hard lately!”

“You mean working hard at slacking off?”

“Haha, you know me so well Annie!”

From the corner of her eye, Annie sees Marinette nodding her head awkwardly. She isn’t sure if she’s ever introduced the two, or if they ever met on their own, so she decides now is the time to take control of the conversation.

“Hey, Gillian, have you met Marinette?”

“Hmm… Oh, you’re Tom and Sabine’s daughter, right? You live near Fitz?”

Laughing awkwardly, she gives a little wave from the corner. “Yup, that’s me.”

“Oh, man, they have the best baked stuff on the entire island!” Gillian sighs, no doubt dreaming about what was baking over there now.

To be fair, the thought also haunts Annie.

But then she sees the look on Marinette’s face, and remembers the reason she’s there.

“Say, Gillian, would you happen to have any experience with, um, dealing with… boys?”

“Sure,” she says with a slight shrug. “I fight them all the time.”

“No… I meant like… having crushes on them?”

“Oh, that? Not really.”

Annie completely deflates in defeat. Ugh, so much for that. But actually though… When she thought about it, it didn’t make any sense. Sure, Gillian has a rather… strong personality to put it bluntly, but she’s hardly unattractive. The purple haired knight takes surprisingly good care of her hair, and her job requires her to stay in top shape. Hours of having to wear her armor and train in the early morning keeps her well-toned, while still managing to remain slender. Her height, while a bit more than the average woman on Sera Island, wasn’t enough to intimidate anyone.

And even with her lackadaisical personality and penchant for disgusting herbal drinks, Gillian is boatloads of fun to be around. Anyone who can’t acknowledge that, Annie decides, is not worth having around.

“Annie, you look like your brain is about to explode,” Gillian points out, breaking her from her train of thought, “Are boys confusing you that much?”

Looking over to a confused Marinette in the corner, Annie sighs yet again. “Not me, actually,” Marinette rapidly shakes her head no, so Annie bites her lip before she can give away any more. “Er, I mean a friend. A friend and not me.”

“Oh, you mean Marinette?”

The poor designer jumps out of her seat, holding her face in her hands in complete mortification. Annie also can’t stop her panic, slamming her hand against Gillian’s mouth.

“ You can’t say a word to anyone else !” she forces into a hushed whisper.

The knight merely laughs, patting Annie on the back. “Come on, Annie. I know it’s not my secret to tell, so I won’t say a word. Now, Marinette,” Gillian says, walking over to her and patting her shoulder, “I may not know much about dating boys, but I certainly know how to talk to them.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Marinette stops jumping about, though she still looks concerned. Her eyes flit about from the window to the door leading into the shop, as if someone else might overhear their conversation and take it all the way to… whoever it is Marinette has a crush on. Annie frowns when she realizes she’s missing this vital information, but decides not to press her on the matter for the time being.

“How about talking to them and you completely stammer like an idiot,” Marinette finally says, “Like, every time I try to talk to him, word mush just comes out of my mouth, or I’ll say the wrong word at the wrong time and ughhh, it’s so embarrassing!”

“So when you’re around him, you get easily flustered and embarrassed?”

“Basically.”

Gillian nods her head a couple of times, wrapping her fingers around her chin. Annie recognizes the gesture. She started copying it from Kilbert to make herself seem like she was deeper in thought than it seemed. Of course, knowing the two of them, the solution they had in mind wasn’t going to turn out too great.

“Maybe you’re just not eating properly. You get nervous because you don’t have enough energy. But if you eat and drink properly, you’ll have the right fuel, you know?”

An awkward pause hangs over the room, as Marinette and Annie exchange a look. Marinette can only laugh in confusion as Annie sighs, preparing for the inevitable follow-up to that piece of advice.

“I eat plenty though,” Marinette points out, “My parents are always packing me enough food for lunch, and my breakfast and dinner portions are fitting of a baker’s daughter. Not to mention all the snacks they are willing to make.”

“Well, then it’s gotta be what you’re eating!”

“Gillian, if this is going to be a plug for your medical juice, I’m going to have to stop you right there,” Annie interrupts, “We want Marinette to be able to talk to a boy, not move on toward the light before she’s even 15.”

“ What ?” Gillian chuckles, patting Annie on the back, “Come on, you’re being silly! You drank the medical juice, and you’re perfectly fine! Healthy as can be!”

“I wouldn’t exactly call those drinks healthy…” She grumbles underneath her breath, “But I guess you do have a point. Marinette, you do tend to run yourself thin with all of the work you do. You should join me and Fitz at the restaurant from time to time.”

“Heheh, see, I knew I had good advice!”

Casting Gillian a hard glance, Annie continues, “But for the sake of your well-being, I’m going to advise you not to drink anything Gillian makes.”

The knight deflates and pouts in defeat.

“Maybe we should ask a guy about this?” Annie ponders to herself, “Oh, wait, there’s someone that might actually have some insight on this matter. Come on guys, let’s go to the Committee HQ.”

Still upset by the medical juice comments, Gillian’s face blanches. “Heheh. Um, maybe you guys should go without me? I mean, I’m feeling sooo tired from all the work I did today-”

“You’re slacking off again.”

Smiling, Gillian doesn’t nod or shake her head in disagreement.

“I mean, I’ll cover for you, but you’re really not good at lying.”

“Oh, thank you Annie!” She says, throwing her arms over her, “I’ll wish you lots of luck on your mission to get Mari a boyfriend!”

Squeaking, Annie looks up to see Marinette blushing in the corner. Quickly, she races over to the door and moves outside, probably to calm herself down.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t do anything….at all while I’m gone. I guess you can watch the shop.”

Ah, who am I kidding? Annie thinks to herself. She’s probably just gonna nap the entire time I’m gone. Well, can’t say I blame her. I just hope she doesn’t break Pepe’s hammock, hoping to be like Kilbert…

A quick trip down the road and through the Central Plaza brings the two girls to the Committee HQ. Unfortunately, everyone is coming back from their lunch, so the inside of the building is packed with other members pacing back to their office or handling complaints at the desk.

“Man, we really picked a time to come,” Marinette points out, “I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much. My adviser works here, and he’s pretty good about answering questions. Although I don’t see him anywhere…”

Normally, Hans is patrolling the area, speaking to other advisers or taking complaints from visitors. If he’s not, then Annie can expect to find him in his office. But when she knocks on the door, she hears no response and frowns.

“Maybe he’s still on break?” Marinette offers weakly, “He could have gotten out later than normal too, judging by the crowd.”

“Ugh, we might have been better off checking the restaurant,” Annie grumbles. Of course, the restaurant would have been just as busy too. And then there was always the off chance that Hans actually went home for lunch. No matter the case, it was clear that she wasn’t going to be running into him until later that day. Retreating from the door, she racks her mind trying to think of the next candidate to speak to to help with Marinette’s problem.

Unfortunately, she’s so lost in thought, she can’t stop herself from bumping into someone. At first, she’s confused because she doesn’t see anyone. Even from hearing Marinette’s wince, she wasn’t entirely sure if she even ran into someone. However, when she looks down, everything clicks into place. The petite man with white hair mumbles to himself, readjusting his swirly glasses.

“Oh! Daniel!” Annie squeaks, offering her hand to help him up, “Sorry about that! I got lost in thought and wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.”

“It’s okay,” he responds weakly, “I know I don’t have a lot of presence.”

“That’s not true,” Annie laughs nervously in response. Truthfully, it was at least partially true, but she already felt bad about how everything unfolded. Before he could press her further on the issue, she turns to Marinette, “A-Anyway! Daniel, have you met Marinette?”

Still adjusting his glasses, he takes a moment to study her companion. “Oh, you’re the baker’s daughter, right? Tom and Sabine’s child?”

“That’s me,” Marinette says, raising her hand, “Um, it’s nice to meet you, Daniel.”

“A pleasure to meet you two. Um, is there something I can help you with?”

A light pink tinges her cheeks, and she looks to Annie, eyes hopeful for a way out of this.

It must be worse than I thought .

“Well, Daniel, if you don’t mind a personal question… do you ever have problems talking to girls?”

“Talking to girls?” he repeats. When Annie only replies with a simple nod, he frowns. “Oh, um, not really. I-I mean, most girls are actually pretty nice to me even when I stumble over my words,” he sighs, “It only seems to be around Mr. Hans that I ever seem to really mess up and get nervous. Oh, I wish I could be as cool as him!”

Somehow, that answer isn’t totally unexpected . Still, I guess it was worth a shot .

“Why do you ask?”

“We were looking to get some advice,” she explains carefully. Not that she doesn’t trust Daniel, but she figures it’s best not to be spilling all of the details, especially to people she’s not nearly as close with. She knows for a fact that Daniel isn’t the vicious type and wouldn’t use the info to blackmail either of them, but it’s for the best this way. Not to mention, she doesn't know if anyone could be listening on their conversation and decide to gossip about it.

“Oh, I hope you can get the advice you’re looking for,” he says, “I don’t know if I can be of much further help.”

“It’s okay. We appreciate it anyway.”

The two leave the hallway and settle near the entrance of the HQ. Frowning, Marinette leans against the door frame, looking up. “I wish I could have talked to him a bit more. I wonder if he has the same sort of problems I do.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sure does sound like it,” Annie points out, “But he’s working now anyway, so it’s probably not the best to deter him from his work.”

“But… weren’t we coming to meet with your other friend for the same reason?”

“Haha, anyway,” Annie exclaims, pointing toward the exit, “Let’s see if we can find anyone else to help us, Marinette!”

The Main Plaza is pretty quiet after the post-lunch rush, though in the distance, Annie can hear a rather angry argument going on. Still, she decides not to pay it much mind, instead pondering who the next person the two of them should talk to is.

“You sure do know a lot of lively people, Annie,” Marinette comments, breaking the silence, “I think it’s kind of helping my nervousness a bit.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Um, well…” she bites her lip, “I’m used to stammering and not getting my words out right. I say some of the weirdest stuff when under pressure. I’ve kind of accepted after a while that I was probably just some big weirdo. But seeing everyone so at ease around you and having fun is kind of relaxing.”

Annie raises an eyebrow at this. “Oh, I don’t know about relaxing…”

“Why do you say-”

As if the universe had been listening in on their conversation, Marinette is interrupted by the loud arguing in the distance, as the two parties move closer to the girls. As they get closer, Annie recognizes both the large man in black armor and a giant sword, and the more petite boy in a red adventuring suit and she sighs.

“Um, I totally won that last contest! I’m the best!”

“No, you’re not! You’re way too slow!”

“Eat turtle soup!”

“What does that even have to do with this conversation?”

“Um, it’s obvious! Turtles are slow! Therefore, if you eat them, you’ll totally be slow, which is what I want!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The two continue to argue back and forth, not even pausing to acknowledge the two girls. It’s pretty likely in this scenario that during said argument, they managed to wander halfway across town without even realizing it.

She curls her lips in at the thought of that being the solution to Beaux’s missing sense of direction. But there are more pressing matters right now.

“What are you two doing?” Annie interrupts, “You’re annoying everyone here.”

Kilbert gasps, “Annie! Girl I’ve never met before! Tell Beaux that he totally lost that bet against me!”

“Hey, you can’t tell people what to say!” Beaux snarls. “Hey, Marinette, you totally saw me win, right?”

“She doesn’t know what you’re talking about,” Annie retorts, “What bet?” She groans, “You know what, forget that. Maybe you two can help us settle something.”

“Fine,” Kilbert grunts, “I bet I can do it better than Beaux though.”

“Can not !” Beaux argues. The two of them look like they’re about to go back into their argument, but Annie is quick to cut in.

“Just listen . Marinette here is looking for some advice concerning boys, and I know you two have plenty to say on that matter.”

“That I do!” Kilbert says triumphantly. He also has the audacity to stick his chest out and pound a fist against it. Marinette doesn’t seem the least bit impressed, but whether he realizes that or not, it doesn’t deter him. “I’m glad you could finally come to your best friend, Kilbert the Wise and Powerful, for advice, my old friend!”

There’s a burning desire in her to point out that she isn’t his “old” friend - he literally just met Marinette - nor would she consider him wise. But Beaux beats her to the punch.

“I’ve yet to see anything wise come out of your mouth.”

“What did you say you imbecilic cockroach?”

“Enough!” Annie sighs, “Marinette?”

She clears her throat, looking to the two men awkwardly. “Um, it isn’t really about boys in general. Just… one specific boy.”

“Oh, you mean Adrien?”

A pause falls among the group, before quickly dissolving into a variety of reactions. Marinette’s face erupts into a burning red mess, hiding herself away with her hands. Kilbert and Annie look to each other in confusion - Annie certainly doesn’t know any Adrien, and Kilbert doesn’t appear to know him any more than she does. That leaves Beaux, who nods at everyone around him. Apparently, he’s cracked the code.

Finally peeking out from her fingers, Marinette barely manages to ask, “H-How did you-”

“I just watched the two of you interact,” Beaux answers, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Well,” he pauses to regard Annie and Kilbert, “Anyone else.”

“Damn you, Beaux!” Kilbert scowls, “You may have won the advantage over me this time, but you won’t win this war!”

“To be fair, Adrien isn’t someone you would know off-hand,” Beaux points out, “His dad rarely ever lets him leave his house. I think me knowing him is a twist of fate.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words from you,” Annie comments, “But who is Adrien anyway?”

This is when Marinette interrupts, clasping both of her hands. “Only the greatest angel gifted to all of humanity! His blonde hair is sunshine and his eyes are the lushest shade of green you’ll ever see,” she sighs, “And he’s so nice too! He gave me his umbrella one day when it was raining after apologizing for a misunderstanding…” she sighs yet again, but it’s heavier and her gaze falls to the ground, “But ever since then, I’ve had problems talking to him without either sounding like an idiot or stammering over every syllable.”

Kilbert nods understandingly, his fist over his mouth as he considers every word Marinette has to say. Beaux, on the other hand, frowns and looks up at the sky as he considers the situation. Another silence falls upon them all, and Annie decides to take a seat in front of the fountain. Judging by their expressions, it seems like their conversation is going to go on for a little bit longer.

After what seems like forever, Kilbert makes a sound that makes everyone in the peripheral jump up. “Aha! I know what you have to do, Marinette!”

“O-Oh?” she asks, slightly annoyed by his movements, “Does it involve not getting a heart attack?”

“What? Of course, you won’t be getting any heart attacks,” he clicks his tongue, “After all, you have to live long enough to get a boyfriend. Heart attacks are going to be a pesky obstacle to recover from.”

“No, duh,” Annie retorts.

“Yes, you don’t need a heart attack,” Kilbert continues, “What you need to conquer your fears is to challenge both yourself and your one true love!”

Annie bites her lip. This could be an interesting take. Or it could be Kilbert being himself as per usual. Judging by Beaux’s expression, he’s not too impressed by the direction the conversation is headed, and she can hardly blame him.

Of course, Marinette doesn’t know any better, so she studies the adventurer with curiosity. “What do you mean by challenge?”

“Exactly what you think it means.”

He offers no further explanation, so the three of them sit in contemplation, all staring at each other. More and more, Beaux starts to look less impressed with the adventurer, and Marinette begins to look concerned.

Annie isn’t sure she can raise her eyebrow any higher.

Realizing they have no idea what he was talking about, Kilbert groans and continues, “The best way to a man’s heart is to demand his attention! Challenge him to take you on a date!”

Wow, I certainly wasn’t expecting this today.

Beaux frowns. “That's ridiculous. You can’t just go around challenging random people and expect them to like you.”

“Is that a challenge, Beaux?” Kilbert exclaims, “I’ll show you!!”

Before anyone can stop him, the adventurer dashes around the plaza, demanding everyone he encounters into some sort of contest. Eating, running, holding a handstand, it doesn’t matter. Only one person entertains the motion of a staring contest. The entire time it plays out, Beaux whistles with his hands behind his head, while Marinette takes a seat next to Annie. About two minutes go by, and Kilbert finally makes his way back to them.

“Did you see that?” he announces proudly, “ I just made a new friend! And so you see, Marinette, challenges are definitely the way to get Adrien to like you!”

“Um, okay,” Annie says, “What do you have to counter that, Beaux?”

“Well, definitely don’t challenge guys to weird contests, unless you know he’s into that sort of thing,” he retorts, “And I don’t think that Adrien is.”

“Think? Or know ?” Kilbert interrupts.

“ Hey , this is my turn,” Beaux argues, “Stop getting in my way!”

“Stop making my advice look pointless!”

“This isn’t about you!”

Once again, the two begin to bicker, and Annie is looking to tear her hair out. Marinette merely laughs beside her.

“I’m sorry about this,” Annie sighs, “I was hoping we could find at least one person to give you decent advice.”

Swinging her legs back and forth, Marinette looks up toward the sky, a small smile apparent on her face. “Well, this isn’t exactly ideal, but I can tell all your friends mean well. I’ve at least gotten over that incident from earlier on.” Closing her eyes, she leans her head back and sighs. “Still, I wish there was someone that had a better idea of what to do.”

Oh, how Annie wished for the same. She wished she had some sort of advice for Marinette’s situation, and not just wallow in naive obliviousness yet again. Maybe there is someone she knows, though, that can ease Marinette’s anxiety and simultaneously school her in this area. There’s a name at the tip of her tongue, someone that Annie definitely knows would be able to help…

Just as she contemplates the matter, Annie spots a familiar red-haired alchemist walking out of one of the shops and through the Square. The argument between Kilbert and Beaux, as well as Marinette and Annie’s exasperation catches her attention, and she approaches the group, studying the interaction the entire time.

“Hey Liese.”

“Hey girls.” She gestures to the arguing duo behind them. “You want to tell me the backstory behind that?”

Looking to Marinette once again, Annie sighs. “We were hoping to get advice for Marinette about talking to a boy she likes. And as you can guess, well, Kilbert and Beaux don’t exactly see eye to eye.”

“That’s to be expected. But what made you go to them in the first place?”

“Well, we were kinda hoping for a guy’s perspective on the matter, but Hans wasn’t around. And as for Kyle… ugh, I didn’t want to subject Marinette to that.”

At the mention of his name, Liese’s eyes narrow. “Good call. Thankfully, I haven’t seen him around as of late,” she sighs, taking a moment to watch the fight between Kilbert and Beaux play out. Satisfied, she returns her attention to Marinette. “So tell me, Marinette, right? What sort of boy problems are you having?”

“Oh, um,” she nearly jumps out of her seat when asked the question, “Talking to him, I guess. I-I mean talking to him, for sure .”

Liese nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t know what to say and your mind starts racing a million miles per minute, right? And you’re the type to overthink scenarios, aren’t you?”

“Woah, you can tell all that just by looking at her?” Annie asks, just as Marinette turns her face away.

“It was more of a deduction, but it seems like I was right. I figured from the way you got all jumpy about being asked, but your reactions are confirming it for me,” Liese says gently, “Well, thankfully, you don’t need to do anything extreme to get yourself to feel more comfortable around him.”

Marinette blinks. “I don’t?”

“Nope. See, back when I lived in the capital, I also had problems talking with people, mostly when it came to negotiations or appearing less… abrasive, let’s just say. So, my friend at the time had me do several roleplay scenarios to learn how to be more charming and flirt better.” A smile sweeps across her face, and she leans forward, her hands framing her face. “Those were good times, I have to admit. Some of the mess ups were pretty embarrassing, but after a while, you start to realize that you know how to have a proper conversation.”

“You know, that makes a lot of sense,” Annie says, “Thanks, Liese. That’s the most helpful idea we’ve gotten all day. Of course, I still wouldn’t know how to conduct the roleplay…”

“You can leave that to me,” she says with a wink, “Oh, and Annie?”

“Hm?”

“I’ll be sending the bill to you.”

“Wait, what?”

Standing up, she laughs, “I’m just joking! I’ll see you girls around!”

Still regarding the older alchemist with a hard glare as she walks off, Annie slumps in her seat. “Somehow, I don’t think she was kidding about that…”

However, upon seeing Marinette’s relieved expression, Annie can’t help but smile. There’s at least some hope for the two of them going into the situation, and Annie would be willing to pay any price to help out a friend.

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #marinette new friends au #ml s3 salt #atelier annie #ml salt fic #backwarder salt

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areapermostcapricious · 7 years ago

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❖ romance headcanons.❖

name : Kuja nickname : “King,” “Queen,” “Diva,” etc gender : Male, but not really concerned about gender romantic orientation : Demisexual/demiromantic, but primarily leaning toward folks of the same sex---and boy is he pickyyy

preferred pet names : Basically anything that will make him feel thoroughly romanced. It can be something as simple as “dear” or “darling” (when not used in a sarcastic way), but if you get creative, that’s when he’ll really get into you relationship status : Entirely verse-dependent (so I’m very much open to shipping!) favorite canon ship : There... aren’t any??? :/ A very “me, myself, and I” situation. favorite non-canon ship(s) : Seph/Kuj is my true weakness, but there have been others over the years that have caught my fancy during my RP adventures (some of which I........... super miss :’T ). opinion on true love : It’s... sooo complicated. He is in love with the idea of love, but when it comes to him finding real, actual love? ...He doesn’t really believe it’s possible---and in some ways, the thought of giving himself over to someone kind of repulses him. So for now he just makes due with the adoration of his suitors. *shrug emoji*

opinion on love at first sight : Maybe for other people---especially those who first see him. how ‘romantic’ are they? : Oh lord it’s... disgusting. And it’s really a self-absorbed sort of “romantic,” where he pretties himself up and flounces around, leaning against marble statues dramatically and engaging in ornate romance poetry. And if someone wants to attempt wooing him, well... he won’t complain~

ideal physical traits : Physically, he loves the strong, valiant, heroic type, that towers above and is scandalously handsome. The sort that sweeps the damsel off her feet and challenges the villain to a battle to death---for in the end, Kuja views himself as damsel and villain both. ideal personality traits : Witty, charming, and perhaps a bit mysterious. He wants to be drawn to someone who is just as magnetic and cunning as himself. ...But on the other hand, the manipulator in him does enjoy the vulnerable types---in the worst type of way. unattractive physical traits : Small weaklings that don’t keep up with their appearance. Kuja will never have someone that doesn’t take care of themselves on his arm. unattractive personality traits : Wishy-washy and indecisive people. Also those that are just too nice for their own good, because they’re sure to be taken advantage of. (Hmmm, maybe that’s not so bad, hehe...)

ideal date : It either has to be over the top, all about his date lavishing him with adoration and attention and material goods---or, if he is in the mood for his space, just an evening spent talking art and literature and other such intellectual pursuits. do they have a type? : Give him the Big Boys. average relationship length : Relationship?? What’s that????? preferred non-sexual intimacy : Being sweet-talked and told how lovely he is---and if he likes the person enough, damn would he love having his hair played with. opinion of public affection : He’s... actually incredibly envious. It’s something he wants, but it seems perpetually out of his reach. H o w e v e r, if he ever has an attractive someone worthy for himself, you can bet he’s going to be grossly boastful of his arm decoration. past relationships? : Again... relationships??? haha.

tagged by stolen from: @rhapscdos tagging: erryboddy

#headcanons #he needs attention this v day..............

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 8 years ago

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GDRAGON SMUT| “MEAN ‘CAUSE I LIKE YOU”

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"You know you need to stop being so FUCKING Innocent. Its FUCKING disgusting." G dragon scoffed.

He was either drunk or he was high, Or all of the above. And you really didn't really appreciate his actions. He was always more of an asshole when he was under the influence. One of the unattractive traits although his face made up for it.

"you know you really should learn self-respect." You spat.

He looked at you and busted out laughing. Such a cocky one he was. He always thought about himself rather than others. Always fucking the next one and dumping that one for the next. And what was he getting at? For him to take your innocence? No way!

"what have I offended you?" he tried to get himself together." I may need to learn self-respect but you need to learn how to be thick skinned. Your sensitivity is rather unattractive."

You about smacked him. you tried to bit your tongue but you found you just couldn't dealing with this monster Gdragon aka Kwon Jiyong was impossible. He was just rather. ..Impossible….

"fuck you Kwon Jiyong! You think you're the best thing ever, just because everyone likes you and wants to drop their panties for you doesn't mean I do! You the last guy I would sleep with even if you were the last man on earth I would rather die than reproduce with you!" you yelled.

Standing in front of him on the balcony of the party inside people looked towards you because of your outburst. he gave you an angry look and slammed his alcohol down on the nearest table to shut the balcony doors. then he roughly grabbed you and pushed you against them.

"you better learn how to respect me." He growled.

Why he wasn't respectful he was a cocky asshole who you couldn't stand.

" why should I respect you! you don't even respect others!" he looked in your eyes high and intoxicated. "because I'm g g g baby baby GD g-" you smack the shit out of him. immediately he became furious. "neo michoseo" he yelled in your face.

He grabbed your arm and opened the doors leading you through the party passing his YG friends and Nuthang crew. Kiko looked at you and his hand on yours. To her It might of looked really bad. As if he was talking you home for the night but in reality his grip hurt and well....you didn't know what was to happen next. Everything was unpredictable with a drunk Gdragon. He was angry and aggressive when high and you could be in remote danger.

as you go outside the hotel suit you found him pushing you up against the wall out in the hallway where the party was located.

"so do you think your better than me because your all cute and Innocent while I sleep around and get high?" he laughed an evil laugh. “You'll be just like them. Once you give it up you'll be just as slutty." He smirk. "how do I know because that's how they all are." He looked at you straight in the eyes. Again you went to smack him tears coming out your eyes. But he caught it and threw it away roughly. "don't touch what you cant handle." How could he say such things? "go ahead and cry, sensitive bitch."

That was your last straw you started kicking and hitting him. hitting his chest over and over. Pressing his lower body against yours and trying to grab your arms he was restraining you. and when you were trapped between him and the wall you gave up. And just cried. And when he realized you wouldn't do anymore he let go.

"see, you can’t Handel this, why do you hang around here?" he was right why do you hang around here. This entertainment businesses weren’t what you had imagined it to be. It was dark and you got cold shoulders everywhere yo went. The Nuthang crew wasn't excepting you like you though. You weren't their material. And although you were training in YG you seemed to not fit in as well as the other trainees.

"I don't know." And that was true you didn't know.

"is it perhaps me?" he whispered in your eyes seductively. he was so close to you his body exactly on yours. He was hard . you could feel it poking you."just say it ________-ah" he said kissing your neck.

Was it him? did you not want to leave because you wouldn't be able to see him anymore? Was you putting suffering upon yourself because you just liked him? did you like that cocky slut of an asshole?

"ani I don't like you." you stuttered.

" Really” he said putting his hands on your hips pushing his erection harder on your leg.

"J-Jiyong" you breathed. "come with me." He said huskily." You didn't want to you knew you were only going to break yourself by allowing this monster to have his way with you. but he was Gdragon. He had this affect. And now you realized how effective he was and how girls feel for him so easy.

"no." you breathed.

"you WILL and YOU are." He huskily said. Was you? you were weren't you. why were you being so hardheaded? Oh because he was the slutty dragon you couldn't stand. The one you always found with. The one who everyone thought you hated because they witness you bickering all the time. Could this hate really be. LOVE hate?

"come on babe." He said.

You let him lead you down the hallway and into another room that he had obviously already paid for. Once you were inside he slowly walked over to you. what an evil smile he had. He gd was a devil himself. He was the axis of evil. So good looking but completely different inside. And that's why you hated him so much. Everything about him pissed yo off but still you liked fighting with the axis of evil. It was somehow refreshing.

He grabbed your body in his arms. "I wouldn't admit this more than twice." But I'm mean to you because I want to be with you" he whispered. At that moment, your heart stopped and before you could make sure it was to beat again GD had his lips crashing against your roughly. You started to get wet something that you never thought this asshole could make you do. And he hardly did anything but kiss you. bring you to the bed he pushed you down. Leaving no time to rip them off. You were now in your bra and underwear.

"he took the time to memorize your body and you looked up at him with lustful eyes." So you’re not as Innocent as I thought." He said looking at your sex ridden face. " I like this side of you. he said getting on his knees. He pulled your hips towards you taking your underwear off. You panicked but he ignored you. looking at you clean shaven button he kissed it. And already it sent shocks through your body. "j..." you tried to call at his name grabbing his hair in your hands.

"shhhh." He said blowing on it. Without warning he started eating you out in the result to your loud screaming. Jiyong started smiling against your womanhood. He was liking what he was hearing. He was so glad he got you to agree to this. He secretly was in love with your ass and he wouldn't admit it. But you would figure it out eventually.

Sticking his tongue inside of you, you found yourself going into bliss causing the feeling of an potential orgasm come on. "j...jinyong." you moaned. "yeah say my name baby." He said threw licks. He dug a finger in you and that waist. You came so hard on that handsome face of his you could have died from the impact. Jiyong stood up wiping his face of your juices and he got in between your legs to kiss the shit out of you passionately. You moaned his hard cock keep pressing into you and you moved your hips in want and need for him. he got up surprised and smiled at your willing to give yourself to him.

You couldn't take it. You got up and pushed him down on the bed. Dragging his pants to his ankles to suck the shit out of him. you shoved it down your thought making him grown out. He tangled his hands in your hair. You sucked it like no other. Sucking his balls here and there. "baby I'm not going to last long your sooo good." He breathed. And without warning he came all down your throat you swallowing ever bit." Your evil." he said no believing how such an Innocent girl could make him cum like that.

You paused him down ready to give him what you had left but he stopped you and sat up. "honestly, I Didn't want this to go this far. I just wanted to get you to agree and for me to pleasure you. you didn't have to do what you just did babe, honestly I want our first time to be special." He admitted.

Who was this? This wasn't the slut you had thought you known.

"but.. I want." You said. He grabbed you in his arms. “I’m in love with you _____-ah, please don't make me take you here by begging. I really want to be a gentleman about this. I want to be your special lover. I want to take you out take you to dinner set up rose petals want that. Not this hotel room." He said looking around in disgust.

You could have cried. This was too much, him confessing to you, him telling you he wanted to wait to wait till you were ready. This side of him....

"I care about you, I have ever since I first laid my eyes on you." he said shyly." I'm sorry if I got aggressive back there, I was really angry by your words you were making me feel like someone like you wouldn't be with someone like me." He whispered. Yo wanted to ride that cock just by those words but he was right you both should wait.

"and I promise I will only look at you. honestly, I haven't had a fling since I realized I fell in love with yo last month, that why I've been so angry and aggressive I just wanted you so bad he said huskily squeezing you tightly. "so, thank you for my release but you really shouldn't of, I could of waited longer." He looked at you.

You were about speechless this was cute. The guy you said you hated said he loved you. And you loved him back.

"so, will you take my offer and be with me and ill love and protect you, and when that times right we will make love? Something I have never done so I also need time as well." He said seriously.

You started to cry I response," oh baby don't cry shhh." He said kissing your tears." I'm sorry I treated you so bad by I'm here now saying I'm sorry."

"its okay I treated you bad too." You replied kissing him back.

"so, will you say yes?"

"yes."

Will have part 2

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Bottle of Time 2

A new series about Peter and his best friend. (For all races, especially POC)

summery

(Y/N) and Peter where best friends, they literally spent every waking moment with each other. They were extremely close and didn’t help that they bonded over each others mutations.

It was the 70s and high school couldn’t get any worse, it sucked cause of the shit you had to put up with. You new they were just jealous cause Peter was hot and seemed to only pay attention to you, but that didn’t excuse their horrible behavior. But one day like every other you were chilling in Peter’s basement (you were there literally everyday except Sunday’s, your mom wanted family time) when three guys came down the basement asking for your help in doing something highly illegal.

Peter was all for it but it did take some convincing to get you on board. And you were off.

Warnings: This whole story is a bit NSFW read at your own risk. Mentions of sex.

“And Peter, drive slow,” Charles said tossing the keys to your best friend. After you guys broke in to get Erik you used your power to pulsate energy through the air and knock out the guards in the hallway. Peter used his power to control the situation in the kitchen. And now here you were parting ways, “(Y/N),” Logan said motioning you to come closer. “Look, in the future I’ve known you for a long time and this magazine is the start of some very dangerous habits that completely ruin a relationship with someone you love,” He whispered. “Thats someone is everything you have, please don’t give up and hold on,” He pleaded.

You nod at the cryptic information. You step down the stairs heading towards the car you both just received. “What did he say?” Peter asked. “Just some stuff,” You replied. “Does it have to do with the book he handed you earlier?” He continued sliding into the car. “It wasn’t a book,” You replied.

The car ride was silent and full of tension, you and Peter always made it a point to communicate when you had issues. But this was something you couldn’t talk to your guy best friend about, hence why you had your girlfriends in the first place. Plus you didn’t want Peter to see the picture, you would never be able to live it down.

When you parked outside his house Peter had had enough, he had time to think and it was killing him. What was so insane about a stupid little book that you had to shut down. He knew you were going through something right now that you didn’t want him to know about. That also made his bones grind, the fact that you thought you couldn’t talk to him. So he did something completely out of impulse hoping to see what you were hiding, he stole the magazine from your bag and sped to the house.

Completely off guard is what happened, one minute you were about to exit the car the next your best friend violates your wishes. You ran as fast as you could, but you knew Peter had probably seen it, read it, probably had time to make copies by the time you would reach him.

There he was, face was red and in more shock than you. His mouth tried to form words but it couldn’t. Then his eyes lifted off the glossy paper to look up at you then back to the magazine. “Pete-” You tried before his finger shot up telling you not to say a word.

He swallowed hard then placed a hand on his hip. “So a Playboy model? Huh,” He said. “Always pegged you to be a business mogul, definitely not a model,” He said trying to bring a little light to the situation instead hitting your insecurity. “Why? I don’t seem like I could ever be a Playboy model?” You asked crossing your arms. Peter didn’t see the simple sign and kept talking not hearing his own words. “I mean yeah, you scare guys away not invite them in. I mean this picture, its sooo” “So what Peter? Scary?” You asked anger building inside you.

You could be brash sometimes when it came to boys, but they were so stupid sometimes. “No, its just its-its hot like really hot. Like I can’t even focus on my words cause of how good it looks,” He explained. “Tell me, do you have a twin sister I don’t know about? Cause this-” “Cause what Peter? Cause I so unattractive? Cause Im so hideous that that picture could never be me? Im sorry Im so scary, I’m sorry that nobody wants me. Not even my extra horny best friend believes that I could be even remotely attractive,” You screamed with a voice crack at the end. You felt a tear stream down your face and you wiped it away as fast as possible.

“Is that whats been going on?” He whispered. You closed your eyes trying to gain composure. “You think your not good enough?” He asked. “Pete-” “Babe, I didn’t mean it like that,” He said walking closer, you liked it when he called you that. “Then what did you mean?” You asked. “I meant that I could never see you in a place like that, not that your not attractive no. Your fucking gorgeous, you just have a strong personality that always seemed to have a path for success,” He explained. “But thats just it, I’m not strong Peter. Did you know I’m the last virgin in my friend group? Also I miss out on all the group activities because everyone brings there boyfriends and I end up being left out,” You explained.

Peter never thought you of all people could suffer from low self esteem. It literally baffled him, he wasn’t honest about his ‘friends’ talk he heard at school. What really happened is that he tried to ignore all the disgusting questions being thrown at him about what is was like to fuck you. Somehow those dim wits thought that you guys being friends equated you both having sex on the daily. That wasn’t the story, much to their demise. He finally had to nip it in the bud eventually when they started asking things like, what you sounded like when you screamed his name or how good you tasted in his mouth. They all thought you must’ve tasted like cinnamon but Peter thought it was more of a cherry flavor.

Now when he saw the picture, it confirmed everything he had ever thought about your body. That is was absolutely stunning, more then he could ever imagine. He almost came at that moment when he saw you. He was trying his best to play it off but that clearly turned to a completely new direction.

Another thing that picture did was make him think. Think about you, he already thought about you, a lot. He new he had emotions for you but he was not the type to deal with emotions. So he let them sit there, on the inside, growing. Until he could barely breath just by your existence. You occupied his every thought, he was even buying Playboy’s with girls that looked like you. He often stared at the pages wondering what you would look like in those skimpy outfits. Today he found out, what you didn’t know was that he had slowed time when he took the magazine. So it felt like seconds for you, but he had a good hour to process the information.

In that hour he had grown completely flustered and straight up horny. I mean, shit there you were, his best friend on the cover. You looked better than anything his imagination could conjure up, thats for sure. He almost licked the paper, what made it even worse was your expression. You were in mid moan fingers draped lazily around your mouth. Eyes staring back at him and back arched perfectly. It was driving him nuts, his mind started flooding with thoughts, and not the good kind.

He wondered back to the ‘friends’ talk, questions he often asked himself too. What did you taste like? He asked him self. Yeah, definitely cherries. He reassured. His mind dived deeper, thinking about how amazing it would be to hold you down as you came in his mouth. Shit-he could feel the pre-cum lacing his already throbbing dick.

He needed to cool down quick, sure he could slow time but that doesn’t mean it stops moving.

So here he was holding your head in his chest muffling your sobs, you were the most attractive person Peter knew. The fact that you had these insecurities showed that nobody was safe.

You sat down and explained to him about Amanda and how you had been comparing your self to her and the rest of the girls. How you wanted a guy to not only date you, but give you the sexual satisfaction you desperately needed. “Your the most amazing girl ever, don’t compare your self to others like that. And don’t change yourself to please people, your perfect the way you are and if they can’t see that fuck em’,” He finished.

Peter was so sweet sometimes. He would make a good boyfriend You thought. Would you ever date him? Of course you would. Peter was the best guy you knew, but your were just friends. That was all you could ever be, you were sure he didn’t have any feelings for you. That was until you felt his hot lips on yours. Yup, He leaned down interrupting your thoughts and planted one on you

Fuck.

PART ONE PART TWO

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