#ok goodbye i gotta study now

[lecl3rcw]

JUST LIKE YOU | LECLERC FAMILY

pairings: Charles Leclerc x sister!reader, Arthur Leclerc x sister!reader, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: mean words exchanged, threats.

author’s note: part 2 to this, hope everyone enjoys💗

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It had been a few weeks since her and Arthur’s huge fight, despite apologizing the tensions were still high between the two youngest Leclercs, a tension that left everyone wondering what the hell had happened.

“Hey is it just me? Or have Y/N and Arthur been distant from each other?” Lorenzo questioned Charles.

“I’ve noticed that too, almost like they’re avoiding each other” Charles replies thinking of the last time he saw two Interact.

“Y/N has been really focused on her studies, and Arthur’s spending time with Carla, I don’t think there’s anything fishy going on boys” Pascale says washing the last of the dishes.

“I mean yeah I get Y/N but Arthur? He could bring Carla here? It’s not like I don’t bring Alexandra or Lorenzo dosent bring Charlotte? Plus Arthur always used to bring Carla here, so they are definitely avoiding something” Charles says squinting his eyes.

“Maman i agree with Charles, the last time I saw Y/N interact with Arthur was when we were leaving for grocery shopping, and then they stopped” Lorenzo recalls, “Is Arthur home right now?” Charles asks, Pascale nods. The two brothers looked at each other and nodded.

“Arthur, you gotta pick Y/N up from school, we gotta umm go somewhere” Charles says, “I cant, I have to drop Carla off at the airport” Arthur says, lying straight through his teeth. Lorenzo and Charles look at each other. “Ok. Enough is Enough, What the hell happened between you two?” Lorenzo asks raising his eyebrows.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, me and Y/N are fine” he says nonchalantly, “Carla’s flight dosent leave till tomorrow, she told Maman that herself, so that means you just don’t want to pick Y/N up from school and we wanna know why” Charles says.

“Fine, you wanna know why? Because she makes me feel like a failure, she’s always comparing me to you Charles, and I’m tired of it. That day she crossed the line ok? And we talked it out but I’m still mad about it so that’s why I’m not talking to her” Arthur huffs before grabbing his car keys and leaving.

“That seems really out of character for Y/N, there has to be more to the story” Charles mutters as Lorenzo sighs, “alright I’m going to talk to Y/N then” he says grabbing his keys as well.

Enzo pulls up to Y/N’s school as he spots her talking to a friend of hers, a bright smile adorning her face. As soon as the girl spots her brother, she bids them goodbye.

“Hey Chérie, how was your day?” He asks her, “it was great! How was yours Enzo?” She says, “it was great, but umm listen did you and Arthur get Into a fight when we all were gone” he asks, the girl sighs out.

“We did yes, he didn’t want to take me to Starbucks so I told him Charles would and he took it to heart I guess” she rambled on making sure to not include the part where he called her a failure. “Chérie, you know Arthur dosent like it when you do that, so please apologize and make up” he sighs out, “look Enzo, I apologized I don’t know what else you want me to do?” The Girl says putting her hands on her face.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll figure something out” he says ruffling her hair. The drive home was silent, guilt was over taking her senses as she anxiously fiddled with her fingers. Her intentions weren’t bad but she was starting to realize the impact of her words. She was so hurt when he called her a failure yet she did the same thing.

Tears started streaming down her face, Enzo stops the car immediately, his face turning to hers in concern, “what’s wrong Chérie? Why are you crying” he says, his arm rubbing her shoulder.

“I fucked up Enzo” she says, a sob escaping her mouth. Her hands now covering her face, “I’m sorry” she says as he pulls her into her arms, “Shh don’t cry, what’s going on?” He asks her In the most gentle tone ever, “I compared him to Charles, and then he called me a failure, I was so hurt that I never realized the hurt I probably inflicted on him, I’m such a bad sister Enzo, his whole life people have told him that and I just make a joke out of it.” she mutters out, “Y/N you made a mistake that’s it, what matters is that you realized that what you said was wrong as well” he says, his hand on her head.

“You’re Right, I’ve got to make this right” she sniffles, “do you think we could stop by the store? I have an idea” she says and her brother nods.

When the two get home, Arthur and Charles can be seen having a normal conversation but as soon as the younger brother spots his sister, he gets up to leave only to be stopped by her.

“Tur wait” she says, he sighs out as he sits back down, Charles and Enzo take this as their cue to leave (eavesdrop)

“What Y/N?” He says looking straight at her, She hands him a bag, the bag was filled with all of Arthur’s favorite snacks and drinks. She takes a seat next to him.

“I’m sorry Arthur, what I said was mean and I should’ve realized that, instead of making a joke about it” she says, “No I’m sorry, I’m older than you and I called you a failure, you’re not by the way, you’re smarter than a Charles and I combined” he says pulling the younger girl into his embrace, her eyes start to tear up and she clutches onto him.

“I love you Tur Tur, you’re my favorite person in the world, my best friend and the best big brother I could ask for, you’re not second to Charles, you’re just as good as him, and if anyone ever says otherwise, screw them” she says as she cries into his shoulder, Arthur gives her a soft smile rubbing her back up and down, a smile that she was oblivious too.

“Yeah yeah I love you too, now can you please get off me? You’re kind of choking me” He mutters, “oh sorry” she says pulling away, wiping her nose and eyes. They look at each other and let out a laugh.

“So he’s your favorite now?🤨” a voice Interrupts their laughter.

[natashaslesbian]

Oh! Scarlett introduces R to her colleagues (at the outset or Marvel set) and she gets a bit shy so R sticks by her mom

Mamas Girl

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Today was the annual ‘bring your kid to work day’ on the marvel set, the filming of Endgame had been taking place for a few months and finally a date had been set for all the actors to bring their kids with them for the day. You had managed to avoid all the previous meetings, saying you needed to study or that you had a headache. You had met most of the cast on a few occasions by now, that wasn’t the problem, it was the amount of people that caused the hair to rise on the back of your neck. You were also the oldest kid, being in your early teens while the rest were toddlers, it’s not like you could hang out with them. You had tried so hard to get out of this day, but your mom pushed every problem aside. She even moved the dentist appointment you made yourself to next week so you could come to set, you just didn’t want to upset her by saying you’d rather not go.

You arrived at 11:30am and most of the cast had already arrived for the day. You stuck close by your mom as she said her hellos and just politely waved when they acknowledged you. “Come on sweetie there’s a few new people I wanna introduce you to” Scarlett said as she pulled you out of her trailer with her. You stuck closely by your mom as the two of you made your way through the set. “Y/n this is Chris Pratt, Chris this is my daughter” Scarlett said introducing you to yet another Chris “ah the little Johansson, pleasure to meet you” he said as he extended his hand “hi” you mumbled shaking his hand in greeting. “Oh there’s Joe, I just need to speak to the director hunny I’ll be back in a minute” Scarlett said as she began to walk away “wait can I come with you?” You called after her “I won’t be long y/n, I think Lizzie’s around if you want to find her” your mom called back.

You wanted to run after your mom but your feet were stuck to the ground. “So” Chris said awkwardly “how old are you y/n” he politely asked “14” you mumbled shyly, scanning the room for any sign of someone safe, preferably your mom. “I think Scarlett will be back in a second, sorry I’ve gotta run to makeup, it was nice meeting you” Chris said excusing himself from the awkward situation. You felt your legs begin to shake as you continued to search the room for your mom, a few cast members flashed you small smiles but you just ignored their gazes. “Hey kiddo” a voice called from behind you, you thanked the stars when you realised it was Lizzie. “Hi Elizabeth” you quietly said as she led you to a nearby couch “you waiting for your mom?” She said “and you can call me Lizzie by the way” she bumped your arm. You nodded politely and began biting your finger nails.

Lizzie attempted to make some small talk with you but as she figured it was more of a one sided conversation. “Lizzie!” Scarlett beamed as she came back over to you both “its great to see you” she said as the two said hello with a hug. You allowed the two a brief catch up while you came to your mom’s side, the anxiety finally subsiding. “Alright sweetie I’m not needed for a little while so you wanna go back to my trailer?” Scarlett asked you “yes please” you said. The two of you said goodbye to Lizzie and made your way back to Scarlett’s trailer. You held on tightly to her hand as you danced through the crowds. “You ok y/n?” Scarlett said when you grabbed her hand, you simply nodded. “Hey talk to me little bear” she cooed as she opened the door to her trailer.

“I’m sorry” you whispered as your mom led you towards the couch “there’s just a lot of people here that I don’t know” you mumbled. “Oh sweetie” Scarlett said as she cuddled up with you “I’m sorry I should’ve realised it might be too much for you” she said. “I don’t mean to be like this, I’m sorry” you sighed “hey stop apologising” Scarlett said as she gentle brushed your hair from your face “there’s nothing wrong with being a little shy you know” she cooed. “How do you do it, all the people you have to talk to?” You asked, avoiding her gaze. “Well I guess I’ve been doing it for so long I don’t really think about it anymore” Scarlett said “but I still get nervous sometimes. I know it probably looks like I’m really outgoing but it’s just part of my job, I’d much rather be curled up with you all day” your mom said, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze.

You leaned into Scarlett’s embrace and gently closed your eyes “love you mama” you said as you buried your face in her neck “I love you too my little bear” Scarlett kissed your forehead. Your nap was short lived as your mom gently shook you awake “baby I’ve gotta go makeup do you wanna come with me?” She asked. You groaned as you tried to pull her back to cuddling you “wanna stay here with you mommy” you mumbled sleepily. “Me too sweetheart but mommy has to work” Scarlett said giving your tummy a soft tickle “you can sit with me the whole time I promise, even on mamas lap if you want too” your mom teased. “I’m not a baby” you pouted “well you’re my baby” Scarlett said as she helped you to your feet. “My shy little baby, you know I wouldn’t want you any other way than yourself” she said as she kissed your forehead. “Mom don’t be so soppy” you laughed.

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tw: mentions of blood, mdni

Chapter Three

"We gotta to take her to the hospital."

"You know we can't do that."

"We can because she's fuckin' dying!"

My body felt like it was floating before my focus settled on a steady throb of pain in my lower stomach.

"Butcher, she's not dying. Her pulse is strong, and since I stitched her up, she hasn't bled whatsoever."

"Then, why the hell ain't she wakin' up?"

"Because she's exhausted. She lost a great amount of blood and wore herself out trying to fucking wrestle you in the van."

Blood.

That word caught my attention. I remembered blood and lots of it as it painted Butcher's knuckles a deep red.

"If she's not up in thirty minutes, I'm takin' her to the emergency room, end of story."

"Butcher, you, and I, and fucking Jesus Christ himself, know that if we step one foot into any medical facility, we will be taken into custody. It's not worth the risk."

"She is. She's worth the risk.

It was quiet for either a few minutes or a few hours. Both timeframes felt the same in my hazy state.

A long sigh broke the spell, followed by more dialogue. "Jo is ok, I promise you. Now, I need to grab the bag of fluids that I left in my room. While I'm gone, don't you dare think about running off with her. I am the only medical professional she needs right now."

Footsteps trailed off as my eyes slowly blinked open to take in my surroundings. I was in the basement of the pawn shop, on the couch that I was still convinced had bed bugs.

"Mornin', sunshine."

The Cockney accent drew my attention, and I looked up at Butcher's tired face. His hazel eyes bored into mine, and memories from earlier flooded my brain.

"Here ya' go," Butcher said, offering me a glass of water.

Upon attempting to sit up and accept the drink, I gasped as my abdomen screamed in pain.

"Woah, there. It's a little soon for you to be up and at 'em, doll. Here, lemme help ya'," Butcher said gently as he laid me back down on the couch and eased a hand under my head, propping it up so I could drink.

Grateful, I eagerly gulped the water, finishing the whole glass in mere seconds and earning a chuckle from Butcher.

"There, ya' go. Down the hatch."

He slowly lowered my head back on my pillow and placed the empty glass on the coffee table behind him before turning back to face me, studying my face in great detail.

"You gave us a right scare there, love."

"At least I know you guys care," I shrugged. "Now, when I do actually drop dead, I'll be expecting a funeral with the works—fireworks, I mean. See if you can get Celine Dion, too. I heard she's available."

I expected another laugh from Billy, but instead, he looked more solemn than ever. His eyes trailed down to where my shirt, a clean one without blood, rode up on my stomach, showing the gauze that MM had wrapped me in.

"I thought I had lost ya'," He mumbled.

It was quiet between us due to the fact that I didn't know how to react to Butcher's surprising words.

"I guess I can relate to the feeling," I finally said as my face hardened. "Since you left me for three months with no goodbye. I thought you were dead."

Butcher bowed his head, "Jo, you have no idea how much I fuckin' regret leaving ya'. But I had no other choice."

"You always have a choice, Butcher." My voice grew louder as my emotions rose in powerful waves. "And you didn't leave me. You fucking abandoned me!"

He cupped my face, but I turned my head, rejecting the physical affection. "Don't," I whispered. "It's too late. You can't just walk back in here and act like nothing happened. Like you didn't fuck me, and then throw me away like garbage the next day."

Butcher's nostrils flared as he rose to his impressive height, towering over me. "Now, listen here-"

"Ok, I'm breaking this up," MM called, reentering the room. "Jo is very weak right now, and I cannot allow her to undergo any extra stress."

"I'm not weak," I quipped back, whipping my head to gaze at MM as he leaned over the back of the couch.

Unconvinced, he asked, "Really? Let me see you try and stand up then."

When I didn't move to rise from the sofa, MM shook his head. "You need fluids and rest. Luckily, neither is hard to obtain." He held up a bag of fluids before hanging it on an IV stand next to him.

"Now," he continued, doling out commands. "Close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll check your stitches in a couple of hours."

"But I'm not tired," I argued.

"The bags under your eyes say otherwise."

"Well, this couch is uncomfortable," I grumbled. "It hurts my back."

"Alright, we'll get you to your room then," MM sighed.

Before I could stop him, Butcher scooped me up into his arms, and I protested loudly. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oi, shut your pie hole," he whispered harshly, fanning the side of my face with his breath that stank of whiskey and dominance. "I'm takin' care of you whether ya' like it or not."

I fought an internal battle before closing my lips and fixing my eyes into narrow slits.

"Good girl."

Air was quickly expelled from my lungs as I exhaled, willing myself not to rub my legs together as an ache settled between them.

But it was no use. Butcher knew the effect he had on me, and from the corner of my eye, I could see a smirk plastered on his face as he carried me to my room, full of arrogance after winning our little quarrel.

"Dontcha worry, darlin'. When you're on your feet again, you can beat me up for being the bad man that I am."

I didn't respond because I refused to be baited into another argument with Butcher. Instead, I kept a pout in place and stared straight ahead, thinking of all the ways that I could cause him physical harm. After all, he had just given me permission to, and it was proving to be quite invigorating.

"And maybe when you're all done, you'll fancy bending over and lettin' me enjoy a meal or two. Because if my memory serves me, you seemed to enjoy it last time."

"Well, the last time was the only time," I curtly informed him as Butcher gently dropped me down on my bed. I inwardly chastised myself for falling for his trap when he flashed his crazy eyes above me.

"Mhm, that's what they all say."

"Well, I mean it," I snapped, pulling my blanket up to my chin as if it would shield me from Butcher's snarky words.

"Sure ya' do," Butcher said condescendingly as he patted me on the head before leaving the room.

I was relieved to be out of his company and was disappointed when he returned, the IV stand with the bag of fluids still hanging from it in tow and other needed supplies grasped in his hand. I watched as he prepared the IV tubing before he sat down on the edge of my bed and huffed, "Give me your arm."

"Why can't MM do it?" I sulked.

"Because I'm doin' it," he replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

I grumbled under my breath, clearly displeased. As I reluctantly drew my arm from under the blanket's coverage, Butcher looked at me with a bushy brow raised. "What? You don't think I'm a suitable nurse?"

"Well, your bedside manners leave much to be desired."

"That's funny. All my other patients think I'm perfectly charmin', especially the older ladies. I didn't know I appealed to nans so much," he snickered, running a calloused finger over my arm, searching for an appropriate vein.

"I'm surprised you appeal to anyone."

"I guess ya' should be questionin' your own taste then, eh?"

"Believe me, I am."

Butcher didn't reply as he wrapped a small piece of fabric around my bicep, creating a makeshift tourniquet.

"Don't look, ok, doll?" he instructed, swiping a cotton ball covered in rubbing alcohol over my arm. My nose wrinkled at the strong smell, and I coughed.

"I don't need an IV," I said, trying to negotiate at the last minute. "I'll drink lots of water. Even that gross electrolyte shit MM buys."

"I don't think that's gonna to cut it, sweetheart," he stated, sliding the needle inside of the small catheter.

I bit my lip, trying to resign myself to my fate but failing miserably.

"M'not gonna hurt ya', ok? Just look at the ceilin' so you don't maul me to death."

"It's not like you wouldn't deserve it."

Butcher closed his eyes as I began to tread on his nerves. "Princess, you outta think before you speak that way to someone who's holdin' a very sharp object inches from you, yeah?"

"But you won't hurt me. You just said so yourself."

"Doesn't mean I'm not tempted."

I rolled my eyes and held my breath as I followed Butcher's wishes and looked at the ceiling. I winced slightly when I felt the needle initially enter my arm, but Butcher gently ran his free hand over my shoulder, distracting me.

"Atta girl," he breathed. "You're doin' so good."

My body trembled as I floated down from my last orgasm. I was vaguely aware of Butcher as he pulled me to lay on his chest, both of us panting.

"Y'alright, sweetheart?"

I could barely reply as my eyelids fluttered open and closed. My mind was full of various thoughts, but none of them made sense as my head floated somewhere above the rest of my body.

"Look at me, doll," Butcher said, running a hand through my hair. "Lemme see them pretty eyes."

I mustered all of my strength to peel my eyes open as I looked up at Billy with a lazy smile on my face.

"There she is. Atta girl," Butcher whispered. "You did so good for me."

Even in my delirious state, I keened under his praise, and Butcher chuckled at my reaction.

"My beautiful girl," he murmured as I nuzzled into his neck, nodding off in the arms of someone I loved.

Yes, I loved Billy Butcher.

He just didn't know it yet.

I held my breath as I forced myself to count the questionable yellow spots on the ceiling and not get lost in yet another memory of Butcher pretending to cherish me. I had just reached the twelfth discolored splotch when Butcher sat back and said, "All done, love."

I looked down at my arm and furrowed my brows in confusion when I saw the catheter fully inserted with some tape to keep it in place. Aside from the initial insertion, I hadn't felt the rest of the procedure.

"Told ya' it wouldn't hurt," Butcher said proudly, crossing his arms over his broad chest, reading my thoughts, which were clearly displayed on my face.

"I guess you're not the worst nurse in the world," I relented.

Butcher's mouth curled up at the side, and I knew my meager compliment had inflated his already oversized ego.

"Well, ain't that sweet of you to say. But don't tell MM, alright? He prides himself on his medical skills."

Butcher delicately adjusted my blanket, pulling it tighter and tucking me in for the night. "Now you have a little lie-down, love. And dontcha let those manky bedbugs bite."

"Are you going to read me a bedtime story while you're at it?" I inquired.

"The only stories I like to tell aren't appropriate for bedtime," Butcher whispered, winking at me.

He headed for the open doorway before turning around at the last second. "Oh, and if ya' need help countin' sheep, just give me a shout. I'll be on the other side of the wall."

I nodded before curling up on my side, trying not to tug too hard on my IV as the door creaked shut, signaling that I was alone. The light from the living room drifted under the doorway, providing a makeshift nightlight and illuminating the small, dingy room.

Sleep came surprisingly soon, and I drifted off, dreaming of Billy's heartbeat under my ear as he held me in his arms.

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It felt like only minutes later when I woke up due to the sensation of someone's hands on my stomach, and I flinched as my eyes flew open.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," MM apologized. "I was just checking your stitches," he explained as he pulled the bandage back over my abdomen and quickly did the same with my shirt and blanket.

"How does it look?" I asked hesitantly as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"So far, it's holding. But it wasn't my best work with Frenchie going ninety miles an hour and you...evading my help," he sighed.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled sheepishly.

"Hey, don't worry about it, kid. We all have something we're scared of. If I were being held down against my will while someone coughed in my face, I'd have done everything I could to knock their fucking teeth out."

My smile was small as I nodded in gratitude. "What time is it?" I inquired, wondering what day it was as well.

"Noon."

"Noon?" My eyes grew wide as I ran a hand through my matted hair. "Fuck, I must've slept for almost nine hours." Which was rare. These days, I was lucky if I slept for two hours consecutively with the anxiety that ran through my veins and the threats that loomed over our heads.

"Ten, actually. I told you your body needed rest."

I was preparing a comeback when my stomach grumbled loudly, interrupting the conversation.

MM rose to his feet. "By the sound of it, it seems you might want some breakfast. Frenchie made you a get-well gift in the form of French toast. Are you interested?" he asked, and my ears perked up at the offer.

"Sounds really good, actually."

He nodded, patting my shoulder. "Ok. Butcher will be in to help you up."

I groaned loudly, and MM couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, kid, but Butcher made us all swear not to touch you. I was only granted special permission on the basis that it was purely medical so I could check your stitches."

"He's being ridiculous," I scowled.

MM regarded me knowingly. "I think I'd probably call it something else."

I rolled my eyes, and MM laughed again as he exited my room, leaving the door open.

I barely had time to prepare myself for Butcher's imposing presence when he glided through the uninhibited doorway with a cheery greeting on his tongue.

"Rise and shine, my love. How are we feelin' this mornin?" His accent was especially thick as he wasted no time in raking my blanket back.

I yanked the fuzzy material back over myself, glaring up at the Brit, but he just retaliated by gripping the blanket in one of his paw-like hands and tossing it across the small room.

I eyed the pile of fabric I was unable to retrieve due to my current injury and whined, "Don't leave it on the floor. I just washed it." But I was soon distracted by the chair that sat in the corner facing my bed. I didn't remember seeing that yesterday.

"Who's chair is that?" I asked, pivoting the conversation.

"Mine," Butcher replied as he carefully pulled my IV out and wheeled the IV stand out of the way. "You'll have to forgive me for bringin' my chair in, but I haven't figured out how to sleep standin' up yet."

"You slept in here last night?"

"Well, I don't have bloody x-ray vision, so how else was I s'pposed to keep an eye on you, eh?"

"Did it ever occur to you that not checking on me at all was a viable option?"

"Not in my book," he responded sharply before changing the subject. "Now, let's getcha up. According to MM, you're fancyin' some of Frenchie's cookin'."

Butcher slid an arm under my lower back and slowly pulled me into a sitting position.

"Easy does it, love," he said as I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed through the discomfort. "You got it."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed so my feet rested on the floor, and I braced my palms on my thighs, trying to steady myself.

"Take your time, ok? I don't need ya' rippin' your stitches under my watch," he advised as he laced our hands together and pulled until I was standing on my own two feet. My vision blacked out for a second as the blood rushed from my head down to the rest of my body, and I teetered forward, falling into Butcher's muscular chest.

"I've got ya' sweetheart," he assured me as he held my unstable frame against him.

I pulled back when my vision returned, and I looked up into Butcher's attentive face. "I'm dizzy," I mumbled.

"S'ok. MM said that's normal," he assured me softly, tucking my tangled hair behind my ear.

I wanted to chastise myself for enjoying Butcher's tenderness, but I simply didn't have the energy as I nodded, trying to turn toward the door.

"Do ya' think you can walk?" he asked, resting a protective hand on my back. I'm more than happy to carry you."

"I don't need a chauffeur. I'm perfectly capable of walking," I said, stumbling forward a few steps. I was determined to do something on my own after being coddled for the past twenty-four hours.

Butcher didn't reply, but he didn't remove his hand either in the event that I should fall again. That only increased the pressure I felt to walk faster and show him I was strong enough to move about without any help.

I finally made it out into the open area of the basement and was greeted by everyone. Hughie, Kimiko, and MM wore encouraging smiles as Frenchie placed a tall plate of French toast topped with whipped cream on the coffee table.

"Pour toi, Mademoiselles," Frenchie announced, and I thanked him profusely.

Under Butcher's watchful eye, I eased myself down on the couch, and he quickly followed suit. He placed a supportive arm around my shoulders, and I would've made a snarky comment about him being clingy, but his arm was the only thing keeping me upright at the moment, so I kept my mouth shut.  

Butcher placed my breakfast in my lap and whispered in my ear, "Do ya' need me to cut it for you, princess?"

I used all my energy to elbow him in his side, and he breathed out a laugh before addressing the room. "Alright you twats. Let's have a little chin wag about tonight."

My head shot up in confusion as I chewed the first bite of my French toast. The wonderful medley of sugar and cinnamon coated my tongue. However, I couldn't focus on Frenchie's superb culinary skills when the group began discussing a mission to which I was not privy.

"Ok, so after a little bit of trouble due to a very annoying firewall, I was able to hack their systems, and I found a blueprint of the building, so we'll be able to locate her office quicker than just going in blindly," Hughie said, squatting next to the coffee table and spreading out the blueprint that he had just spoken of.

"Who's office?" I interrupted.

Hughie looked confusedly at Butcher, who had remained silent beside me. "You didn't tell her?"

"Tell me what?" I asked skeptically, turning my head to look at Butcher, and he sighed.

"We're breakin' into Raynor's office to have a look around before the CIA cleans it out. Word on the street is that they're doin' it tomorrow, so we've gotta go tonight."

"And you decided this without me?" I asked incredulously.

"You were knocked out, love. Was I s'pposed to wake ya' up in the middle of the night? You're always moaning about how ya' need your beauty sleep."

"Well, that wouldn't have been difficult considering you were two feet away watching me like a fucking peeping tom," I snapped before glaring at the rest of the room. "I'm coming with you."

"No," Butcher said sternly. "You aren't goin' anywhere."

"Yes, I am," I pressed.

I felt Butcher's fingers tighten around my shoulder. "Let's talk about this later, yeah?" he suggested.

"Talk about what later? The mission that I was unaware of or the fact that you won't fucking leave me alone?"

I should've seen it coming, but I was still thrown off when Butcher suddenly stood from the sofa, leaving me to crumple against it without his support. He then stomped to the other side of the basement, only stopping when he reached the corner and sneered at me. "Is this better?"

"Expanetuily," I bit back, clutching my abdomen as it tensed up under the new strain as I stood as well, not finished with what I had to say on the matter. I thought I was holding up well until MM swore, rushing to my side and forcing me to sit back down.

Bemewsed by his behavior, I tried to question him, but when he pulled up my shirt, I saw blood seeping through the gauze, and my heart plummeted.

I had ripped my stitches.

"Hughie, go into my room. On my desk, you will find some supplies. Bring them to me," MM instructed as he made quick work of pulling back the now-damp gauze.

"Fuck, it's worse than what I thought," he sighed. "Nice going, Butcher," he said, throwing a dirty look over his shoulder at his boss, who had remained standing in the corner.

The dig forced Butcher into action as he footed it over to us. "Fuck you. Clearly, I didn't do it on bloody purpose."

"Just get out," MM barked as he accepted the supplies from Hughie.

"No, I'm stayin'," Butcher argued obstinantely.

MM pinched the bridge of his nose. "Butcher, Jo is clearly upset by you being here. So stop being a stubborn motherfucker and get the fuck out."

Butcher's gaze fell on me as lines formed between his thick brows in concern. I knew he was waiting for me to beg him to stay, but I wouldn't do it. His comfort was something I craved like a drug, and it was about time I got clean. Plus, I couldn't deny the sick urge I had to hurt him, to push him away like he did to me when he left for three months.

"Fine," Butcher uttered slowly when I remained silent, "I'll let you other cunts dry this one's tears when she's fuckin' beside herself over a goddamn needle and a little bit of blood."

He pivoted around and swept up the stairs. Seconds later, the old building shook as Butcher forcefully slammed the door.

It was quiet after Butcher's dramatic exit, and MM shook his head, running a needle through a lighter. The deja vu I felt was painfully prominent.

"You ready to try this again, kid?"

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This is more of a worldbuidling question but what do the commoners live like in each district??? I'd there more of an emphasis on art in the west and everyone has like. Crazily painted houses or elaborate gardens, and do southern commoners have a higher cost of living because it's so expensive to shop there? In southern schools, is there a surplus of those kids that bring snacks to school and sell them because if how ingrained business practices are? Or is it just normal? I want to know more about the more middle class characters like Jack and Trey T_T. Speaking of which how did Ace and Deuce become Riddles servants 🤔?

Also what about the slums and Ruggie? Are there more slums in a certain district, I'd assume he'd be placed in the east... maybe the kingscholars like to cut costs and corners to make more profits, even though it leaves the general population poorer? Also do leona and ruggie ever meet in this au???

That's all my questions for now! I'm probably gonna have more but if you don't want to answer them that's totally fine! Hope you have a good day ^^!

*Cracks knuckles*

Ok, here we go. Long Answer coming!

The price of living increases the closer you get to the capital. So the slums of each area are around the edges of the district on the opposite side of where the palace sits.

Class-wise, the southern district is mostly populated by nobles since no matter where you go, it's considered prime real estate. So the South doesn't really have a slums, since its main population are rich commoners and business-owning nobles.

Oh the kids try...but the schools are already running school stores where you can purchase lunches, snacks, school supplies, small plots of land. You gotta be a very crafty school child to get your foot in the door starting a business while still in school.

Schooling is pretty standard across the empire, the southern district puts a heavier focus on math and reading though, just because most of the kids who do attend school normally end up working for their family business. East has a number of culture studies, the west has so many electives to pick from it's almost scary. Northern children basically get funneled into the military (The fuck are you feeding these kids? Why do they all grow up to be TANKS????)

Lord the West district is a nightmare to HOAs. So many houses all with different vibes and color palettes. The scholars who picked the middle ground and became architects building the most insane 'shouldn't be standing against a strong wind' kind of houses. The theming gets more uniform the closer to the capital, but that's just because that's the more tourist area, where all the big theaters and conference halls are.

Speaking in terms of just size, the East has the biggest slums of the empire. Since they are the main resting point for visiting diplomats, it became a culture hub and most of the immigrants moved their because it was more familiar to their homelands. in turn there's just A LOT of people there and sadly not enough work for everyone. at this point it's just cheaper to live on the edge of the empire than moving to the second cheapest housing; the West slums. The Northern slums are basically just living on a mountain and surviving off the land.

Ruggie and Leona do meet! As he gets older, Leona's fights with his dad get worse. One night it was bad enough that Leona just ran away and was missing for nearly a week. Ruggie finds who he assumed was a homeless man and helped him out a bit 'We've all been there man'. In his time in the slums, Leona finds a bit of purpose and wants to help the people he technically rules over.

Leona is found and leaves without saying goodbye to Ruggie. YEARS LATER, a servant of the Duke Kingscholar comes to the slums asking for Ruggie to come with him. Farena is slowly taking over the Duchy from their aging father and Leona listed Ruggie as a good choice for a consultant. Ruggie actually does pretty well in the role, just gotta give him a crash course in etiquette before every formal dinner he has to attend now.

Let me list where everyone is!

North

Jack lives with his family after his mother secured a tutor job for a noble child when they first came to the empire. Once in the north, his family of wolf beastmen flourished and lowkey are treated as untitled nobles.

Sebek's family has strong ties to the royal army since his grandfather served and is friends with THE LILIA VANROUGE. Sebek's dream is to join the army to continue his family's legacy (And maybe see the prince. HE RESPECTS HIM OKAY!? DON'T TEASE HIM ABOUT THE POEMS HE WRITES!)

Epel lives with his family on one of the many farms contracted to supply produce to the palace. As such they have very high standards of their produce and won't let you talk down to them even if they aren't nobles.

East

Ruggie moved to the empire with his 'grandma' in a big group of refugees when he was very young. He does odd jobs around the district to help support his community.

Rook was born and raised in the upper-middle-class East District. He only moves to the West District to further his art career once he comes of age. From there he meets Vil and they fall in artist love.

South

Azul's mother owns a very popular seafood restaurant. It's half in the water and displays the first shell coin her great-great-great grandmother made in the sea (For luck!). She married into nobility with Azul's stepfather who accepted Azul as his own.

The Tweels family aren't titled but with how many dirty dealings they've done with the various shady business owners, they might as well just buy a title. A very wealthy and dangerous commoner family

Trey's family owns a very nice bakery! With the high-quality baked goods and fair pricing, they're normally packed by commoners and noblemen alike.

West

Vil and his father live and breathe the theater. They've been living in the West since Vil's dad moved from the capital to help an old friend establish his theater.

Riddle lives with his mother and live-in attendants and is lowkey miserable but working hard to achieve in his studies. They use to live in the South, but his mother said he was distracted too easily there.

Deuce lives in fairly cheap housing with his mom and grandma. Deuce's mom travels from the West to the capital to work for a week then to come back for a week off.

Ace has a similar situation to Deuce with his mom AND older brother going off for work. It's why they take the jobs to be aids for Riddle. Also known as 'Riddle's mom had to buy him friends'.

The Capital

Cater's dad is a senior member of the imperial bank! He and his family live pretty cushy lives even though they don't have a title. Cater's looking to change that and has been studying how to bag a noble beau every social season since he was seven.

Silver lives in the palace with his father and Malleus since Lilia brought him home. His curse is slowly getting worse with age but he's still working hard so that he can try to pass the army entry exams.

I hope this answers everything! Let me tell you guys, world-building is much FUN!!!!

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I’m Not Looking for Approval-Luke Hughes

Chapter Two-Sneaking Around

Summary:After meeting Jade at the party Luke and her start getting closer and hanging out more.

The day after the party just as Luke expected he walked downstairs to a handful of hungover teammates.

“Good morning guys” Luke says

“Hughes I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up” a clearly hung over Mark Estapa says

Luke rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Once he shuts the fridge he feels his phone start to vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants and he pulls it out recognizing the name, Jade.

The two stayed up until around three in the morning (when Jade eventually fell asleep) continuing their conversation and laughing at all the drunk noises Lukes roommates were making downstairs over text message.

Luke unlocks his phone and reads over the text sent from Jade

Jade-Hey sorry I literally passed out before getting a chance to respond.

Luke-back no worries how you doing? how’s Kelsey?

Jade-She’s good just hungover how are you roommates

Luke-pissy and hungover

Jade-Oo fun combination

Luke-ya I got some work I gotta get done that’s apparently gonna have to wait till tomorrow

Jade-you could go to the library?

Luke-I’m gonna be honest don’t think I’ve stepped foot in a library since I was in high school

Jade-haha we have a pretty good one I’m heading there in about an hour to get some work down myself

Luke-alright I’ll meet you there ok :)

Luke returns his phone to his pocket and looks up with a smile on his face

“why are you smiling?” Ethan asks making his way to the kitchen

“because unlike the rest of the people in this house I’m not nursing a hangover” Luke mocks

“hughesy if we didn’t need you on our team I would kill you” Mark says

“no you wouldn’t” Luke responds

“trust me I would” Mark replies laying back down on the couch Luke rolls his eyes again and heads upstairs to take a shower.

Afterwards he puts on a pair of jeans that he bought sometime last during the summer when his brothers insisted on going shopping with him because they “don’t trust his style” “and dresses like a dork without help”.

Luke thinks it’s stupid his brothers style sucks although he will admit he does take a lot of stuff from them.

Luke looks in his closet for a t shirt and a jacket to pair with his black jeans and settles on a white long sleeve shirt and a dark blue jacket.

Finally Luke throws on some socks and air forces shortening the laces and leaving them undone then walks back to his bathroom.

Luke comes through his hair until it looks a little less messy and sprays himself with some cologne that he took from his brothers a while back.

Luke grabs his backpack and puts his laptop in the back pocket zipping it up and jogging down the stairs seeing his teammates once again.

Where are you going?” Mackie asks

“Out” Luke replies

Ethan sniffs the air “are you wearing cologne?” He asks

“no now goodbye” Luke lies not wanting to tell anyone where he’s off to and exiting the house pulling out his phone and looking up the directions to the on campus library.

Meanwhile, Jade throws on a pair of leggings and her favorite sweater along with some socks and converse.

Jade adds a little bit of mascara to her lashes and some lip balm before grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

She begins walking to the library and when she gets closer she sees Luke and waves him over.

“Hey” She says

“hey how are you”

“doing good” she says and they both start walking into the library.

The place is nearly empty minus the librarian and a few other students.

Luke and Jade find a table in the back of the library and Jade and Luke both pull out their laptops from their book bags and place them on the table in front of them.

Luke had chosen to enroll in one online class for this semester.

Knowing he was leaving at the end of the season Luke truthfully doesn’t care too much about his studies other than making sure he’s passing in order to play but unfortunately he did get into a little trouble last semester when he started skipping one of his classes not knowing his coach receives attendance reports for his players so rather than scheduling another 7:30 am class that he was not going to show up for Luke opted to take the online version.

The only issue was it’s a session A class so it ends sometime in February and if he doesn’t turn in the work he’ll receive a failing grade and be ineligible to compete in any playoff games assuming Michigan makes it that far.

So once Luke received the email on Thursday that the course will open early he planned on spending the majority of Saturday knocking out as much work as possible.

Jade on the other hand has been looking for summer internships recently and a few of the application require essays so she begin working on that.

Four hours, six modules and two essays later Luke shuts his laptop off

“ok if I stare at this screen any longer my brains gonna explode” Luke says Jade looks over at him

“maybe we should take a break” she suggests

“like a six hour break” Luke says causing Jade to laugh

“maybe not that long” she replies

“what do you wanna do?” She asks

“I want to do anything other than sitting in a library staring at a computer” Luke says Jade smiles at Luke.

The two of them pull out their phones and start looking for different things to do they settle on going downtown to get a bite to eat and walk around.

The two of them put their stuff away and stand up grabbing their backpacks and begin walking towards the front of the library. on their way out Luke nudges Jade then points to a guy in a chair who fell asleep with his face in a book.

“Wow must be a really good book if it puts him to sleep” Jade remarks Luke makes a joke about a book he read in high school called the giver.

Jade responds saying she remembers seeing that movie with a babysitter when she was a kid and falling asleep the pair continues making jokes and laughing while walking towards the doors at the front of the library

“Shhh this is a library it’s no place for shenanigans” The librarian hushes them as they pass the check out station

The pair apologizes holding in a laugh as they walk out the front doors.

They walk back to Luke’s house and get into Lukes car beginning the 15 minute drive to downtown.

The little cafe the chose was pretty empty so they were sat in a booth. After ordering their food the pair begins talking about things around them then the conversation of relationships emerges.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” Luke asks trying to seem as casual as possible

“no I don’t” Jade responds Luke tries to hide the slight smile appearing on her face showing how much pleasure her response gave him

After a few more minutes their food arrives and the pair eat while continuing their chatter.

Afterwards the two settle up the check and exit the restaurant.

Luke and Jade begin walking in the opposite directions of the restaurant towards all the shops.

While walking the begin trading off asking each other random questions treating it as a game “What is one thing in the world you have always wanted to do?” Jade asks

“I would love to win a gold medal” Luke replies

“valid”

“what about you?”

“Mhm probably see the northern lights that’s on my bucket list” She replies

“nice have you ever been to Canada?” Luke asks

“I went once with my mom and dad when I was really young?”

“Cool”

“what’s your favorite animal?” Jade asks

“probably a giraffe” Luke responds

“because there tall?” She jokes

“no no one of my favorite memories is my grandad taking me to the zoo and putting me on his shoulders so I could feed the giraffes and ever since then they have just been my favorite” Luke explains

“that’s a really cute story” Jade says Luke smiles then begins thinking of his next question he notices a tattoo parlor to his left and asks “do you have any tattoos?”

“I have a butterfly on the back of my neck” Jade replies stopping in her tracks and turning around to show him

“wow that’s pretty cool” Luke says

“do you have any?” Jade asks

“what a tattoo?” Luke asks Jade nods her head

“no my family would kill me my parents hate tattoos” Luke says

“So do mine but it’s my body so I did it anyway. Have you ever wanted one?”Jade asks

“ya there have been a few of over the years I’ve thought about I’ve always thought about getting 1932 tattooed it’s the year my grandad was born he was a big part of my life but I don’t know my parents wouldn’t like it and I’ve never had the time either” Luke explains

“I mean if it’s something you want you make time” Jade says

“Ya you’re right I don’t know I might get one when I’m older” Luke says they continue their walk asking random questions and going in and out of shops looking around.

Around 6 pm the sun starts to set as the pair walks out of a local shop that sells name licenses plates along with other knickknacks.

Jade shivers a little as the wind starts blowing in the trees “here why don’t you take my jacket” Luke offers

“oh no that’s ok” Jade says

“no I insist” Luke says taking off his jacket and wrapping it around Jade.

Jade thanks him and the two start walking back in the direction of where Luke parked his car.

Once they reach the car Luke gets in the drivers side and Jade in the passengers and Luke drives them back to Jades apartment.

Luke walks her up to her apartment and Jade begins taking off his jacket handing it back to him.

Jade thanks him for a good day telling him she had a fun time.

“Me too you should let me know next time you need a study buddy and I’ll be down” Luke tells her

“I’ll do that” Jade tells him.

Luke says goodbye as Jade unlocks her apartment door and he starts walking back down to his car then drives back to his house parking and walking inside.

The downstairs area was empty and most of the mess from last night had been picked up.

“Where you been?” A voice startles him. He turns around and sees Mackie.

“Jeez dude you scared me” Luke says

“sorry man but where you been all day you left at like 11 and it’s like almost 7 did you go to visit your parents?” Mackie asks

“no no I went to the library for a few hours then I went downtown and hung out” Luke says

“alone?” Mackie asks Luke contemplates being truthful here because Jade is just a friend and he knows his roommates will ask a bunch of questions about it if he mentions her

“I just went with a friend you don’t know them but it was fun what are you up to?” Luke answers then quickly changing the subject

“nothing man we’ve all just been hanging out I think Mark and Ethan dragged Dylan to some sports bar to watch a basketball game with a few of the other guys they left about half an hour ago I’m heading out to join them in a few minutes wanna come?”Mackie offers

“no thanks man I’m just gonna hang out here tonight I think one of my brothers are playing tonight so I’ll probably watch their game then head to bed” Luke says remembering the Canucks have a game tonight.

“Alright well I’ll see you later” Mackie says

“see ya” Luke responds watching as Mackie exits the house.

Luke walks upstairs and changes out of his clothes into some sweats and a hoodie before jogging back down and turning on the Canucks game.

Over the next few days Jade and Luke continue seeing each other.

They met up after Luke got out of practice on Monday and Luke went back to Jades apartment when her roommates were out and they watched a few movies together in Jades room until midnight when Luke went back home.

On Tuesday they ran into each other about an hour before Luke had to go to practice and they grabbed coffee together at a coffee shop on campus. Luke ended up having to leave after 45 minutes in order to not be late for practice and have his coach kill him but thankfully he made it just in time and ran straight to the locker room to dress out.

A few of the guys were already changed and questioned where he had been and why he was almost late. Luke just told him he’d got caught up doing something.

Wednesday went similar he spent most of the day with Jade choosing to skip one of his classes to hang out with her.

Which wasn’t the best idea because at practice that night coach made him run a few extra laps during warm up which didn’t go unnoticed by a few of his teammates including his captain Nolan Moyle.

“Hey Luke” Moyle says approaching Luke in the dressing room after practice “hey Moyle what’s up?” Luke says slipping on his shoes after dressing out

“nothing what’s been going on with you?” Nolan asks

“what do you mean?” Luke asks

“you’ve been awful busy for the first week back you know almost being late to practice, skipping class, staying out till midnight? Is everything ok?” Nolan asks with a bit of concern in his tone

“ya ya everything is fine just been busy but don’t worry I’m ready for this weekend” Luke assures his captain finishing up putting on his shoes.

Nolan starts to say something trying to find the words but Luke beats him to it “hey I gotta go but I’ll uh talk to later and I’ll see you tomorrow ok” Luke says grabbing his bag and walking out of the locker room.

Luke doesn’t wait for the rest of his roommates and instead just starts walking home.

Once he gets back he starts texting Jade. Luke has an away game this weekend and tomorrow afternoon he leaves for Ohio.

He has only has one class in the morning at 8am and he has to be at the rink at 3 so he asks Jade if she wants to come over knowing the rest of his roommates have class until 1 which works out perfectly because so does she.

On Thursday Jade comes over and they hang out for a little bit after Lukes class and she leaves a few minutes before Lukes roommates get back.

Around 2:30 Luke and his roommates walk to the rink and start getting ready to get on the bus to Ohio.

The ride is pretty chill only a few hours Luke puts on his headphones and texts Jade for a little bit completely ignoring everything and everyone else around him.

The team gets checked in at the hotel and they get put into their assigned rooms. Like usual Luke is rooming with his best friend Dylan.

Around 8 the team meets for a team dinner and then they are given a bit of free time before curfew at 11. Their coaches do a room check making sure everyone is back and in their rooms by 11:30 and then Luke goes to bed.

Friday went by pretty fast they had team breakfast then practice on the ice and then team meetings. From 12-3 the boys were given free time until they had to get back to the rink. The game starts at 6:30 and they start getting ready around 4:30. Well getting ready for his game Luke gets a text from Jade.

Good luck at your game tonight :)

Luke smiles “hey hughesy watcha smiling at?” One of the seniors Jay Keranen asks

“nothing” Luke says texting back thanks before shutting his phone off.

The wolverines end up losing the game. 3-2 in a shootout. All the guys are pissed and Coach gives them a lecture about communication in the locker room before dismissing them.

Luke does the rest of the team activities for the night before heading to his room with Dylan.

“Hey Mackie, Mark and a few other guys are gonna go play cards downstairs” Dylan says

“cool have fun” Luke says Dylan gives Luke a confused look which he doesn’t see because his eyes are practically glued to his phone.

Dylan leaves the room and then Luke FaceTimes Jade.

The two talk until Luke hears Dylan and a few of the other boys in the hallway and he says bye to Jade before hanging up and getting in bed pretending to be asleep when Dylan comes in before actually falling asleep.

The next day Michigan gets another chance at Ohio state and they win 7-3. Luke got 2 assists and a goal so he was pumped. That night Jade texted him a congratulations telling him she watched the game. That night Luke went to bed happy and ready to get back to Michigan.

A/N I hope you guys enjoy! As I have previously mentioned I do typically write these chapters in one sitting because my brain just works that way and I typically don’t proofread over them. This chapter was a little random but it got me where I needed to be so more to come! And feel free to give me any advice or suggestions in my asks!

[eadanga]

Royal Love Part 17

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Eleanor and Marissa get out the cab and head to their dorm room. Marissa drops all her bags with a big sigh “What a flight I feel like I haven’t moved in forever”

“I know I thought I’ll be used to this by now I’ve traveled so much”

“But the baby was happy and so was your family I can’t wait to see her again”

Eleanor smiles “Me too and you post those pics right?”

Marissa does an X across her chest “Cross my heart I really don’t want the royal family coming after me”

Eleanor giggles “I don’t think my dad will do that but it’s for my security”

“I know but don’t you think Cole should know I mean you too aren’t dating yet but”

“I can’t just up and tell him without asking my dad I’ll tell him when the time comes ok?”

Marissa nods “Ok I understand”

There’s a knock on the door and Eleanor goes to open it she grins when she sees Cole “Hi there”

“Hi Marissa texted and said you were back”

Eleanor sighs “Marrissa I was hoping to surprise him”

“Oopsy” Marissa giggles “Sorry not sorry”

Eleanor rolls her eyes and Marissa laughs as she walks off “That girl”

Cole chuckles “I know so there’s a dance later this week you wanna go together?”

“Of course let’s go”

Cole grins “Great I can’t wait” He takes her hand and gives it a squeeze then walks out the door

Marissa pops her head out her room “Did he just ask you out again?”

“You were eavesdropping weren’t you?”

“Yup!” Marissa grabs her hands “Now we gotta go shopping!”

Eleanor laughs as Marissa grabs her hand and pulls her out the door.

****

Eleanor sits in at her vanity fixing her makeup she smiles at the thought of dancing with Cole

“Girl you ready?”

“Almost!” Eleanor checks herself then puts on her dress and heads to where Marissa is waiting for her “Damn you looking hot girl”

Eleanor giggles “So are you”

“Why thank you now us hotties have a dance to head to”

Eleanor laughs as Marissa struts out the door and she follows after her

The ballroom of the dance is packed with people Alyssa stands with her minions as she looks around “Where’s Cole I want him to see how beautiful I look then he’ll ask me to dance and then he’ll have to take me back” Her eyes light up when she sees Cole enter the ballroom “Oh Cole!” she walks over to him

Cole rolls his eyes “What?”

“Don’t you like my dress? It’s designer”

Cole looks at her up and down “Nice now I’m gonna”

Alyssa stands in front of him “Wait nice? That’s all you have to say?”

“Yeah goodbye” He tries to walk away again

“What’s the matter with you? You loved when I wore stuff like this?”

“Used to not anymore”

Alyssa grabs his suit by his chest “Look here we are mean to be together now stop playing around and take me back already how long are you going to hold a grudge like none of it wasn’t your fault!”

Cole raises an eyebrow “Mine?”

“Yes maybe if you paid attention to me more I wouldn’t have to find someone else!”

“So when people are dating it’s a requirement for them to be around each other 24/7? The times I didn’t spend with you was when I had to study or I had practice”

“But I’m more important!”

Cole rolls his eyes “Whatever get off of me”

“Not until you take me back!”

“Not gonna happen”

“I always get what I want Cole and if I can’t have you!” She’s cut off by a pair of hands that pull her away from him she falls to the floor “What the?”

Eleanor and Marissa stand there with their hands crossed Eleanor turns to Cole “You alright?”

Cole dusts himself off “Fine thanks for that”

Alyssa stands seething “YOU BITCH!” She lunges for Eleanor but Eleanor grabs both her hands and pin them behind her back

“Pathetic”

Marissa calls over a security guard “This girl has become unhinged I think she’s having an episode you should bring her back to her dorm”

The security guard nods and grabs Alyssa “Let’s go”

“I hate you you bitch! You’re gonna pay!”

“Yeah yeah whatever bye dumbass” After she leaves Eleanor turns to Cole “Sorry she ruined your night”

“It’s not completely ruined” Cole takes her hand “Let’s dance”

Eleanor smiles as they dance together Cole smiles as he looks deeply into her eyes “You look beautiful” then leans in

Eleanor feels her heart race as he kisses her softly then pulls away “Sorry I hope that wasn’t”

Eleanor silences him by kissing him again it feels like their the only 2 people on the dance floor

Cole smiles as he pulls away “Shall I get us some drinks?”

“Yes I need to make a phone call real fast”

Cole nods as he heads to the drink table and Eleanor ducks to the bathroom she looks to make sure no one is around and dials her dad

“Hi my princess what’s going on?”

“Dad I think” She sighs

“What is it?”

“I think I’m in love”

“Is it with the Cole guy you told me about?”

“Yes dad and…” She bites her lip before continuing “I want to tell him everything about me”

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[sallytwo]

I have 3 hours before my plane boards so here’s round 2 of sammy writing 18 paragraphs of the situation with my little Thing. Last time I was like 85% accurate in my predictions . You get proper puncaution for this.

Ok so now we know that Dear Wesley is still off being a traveler. I’m going to set aside the Jack 2 situation for now we will revisit it later but right now we don’t have nearly enough information to bring him into it. So what the biggest question right now is “did Wesley just cut everyone off and disappear off the face of the earth OR is everyone pretty well aware he’s off being a traveler” . Which is a split divide in beta canon so it’s a tossup when it comes to the show too. Let’s get into it.

The whole “wesley comes back every once in a while” thing (which is in like... one or two comics... mostly stuff that came out like Right After journeys end) is a mixed bag. Journeys end presents wesley leaving as like.. him going off to a study abroad or something it’s not treated with much weight. But it sort of undermines the situation and I don’t think just leaving starfleet and going on a little permanent vacation would fix .. like all that. Little Thing’s got Issuesssss.

Also I know Star Trek is terminally terrible at forgetting wesley but considering last season was an ENTIRE SEASON about time travel and fucking up the spacetime continuum and picard being like “ooohhhhh i dont know who could help with this”. If its not lazy writing then there’s gotta be a reason for purposefully not mentioning wesley. ESPECIALLY if they don’t mention him when it comes to Jack 2 . It could 100% be lazy writing I’m just acting on the assumption that maybe its not because that’s way more interesting.

Which leaves us with the “Wesley’s been gone since he left in journeys end and no one knows where the fuck he is” situation. Which is. Looks over the the side. Which is pretty prevalent in beta canon -_- And that makes the whole goodbye scene in journeys end really tragic!! Like Bev didn’t know he was going to just disappear like that and that’s the last time she saw him! #1 Reason I cant watch that scene without! The

The. -_- you cant ever really know thats the last time i’d see my brother ansel.. Moving Onnn. But wesley just being Gone makes a lot of sense continuity wise and sort of explains all these gaps where it makes logical sense to bring him up but no one does. It’s a sort of “no one really talks about him” vibe. I don’t really think wesley would choose to stay away that long but at least it gives significance to him leaving. Which is better than treating it super casually like you don’t just drop off the face of the universe because you’re normal. And ready to come visit every few months. Picard is literally a soap opera show so I wouldn’t be surprised if they went with this option.

Whichhhh leads into speculation for this season. Jack 2 coming forward as Bev’s son like. If they dont mention Wesley at all here I Will Kill Myself consider this my suicide note. So it’s the perfect place to put in a little “well beverly other son has uhhhhh been like... gone...” Just one line is all we need for confirmation.. Please god. It wouldn’t make sense for wesley to be around and somehow not know about his secret brother and be fine with bev just cutting herself off from the crew for 20 years and also not be aware at all of all the time travel shit going on last season.

Little sidenote. Everytime in the show that wes has been in danger bev just fucking shuts down (and vice versa we love the Normal Fucking Crusher Family) . Theres a comic run where she thinks he’s dead for like two weeks and just doesn’t mention it or deal with that at all. So if wes did just drop off the face of the earth. I dont think she would handle it well (or handle it at all!) . Because they’re the only family each other has which leads to this like emotionally distant codependency and if she lost her son. after everything else . I think she would fucking cut everyone off and find this new fucking Thing Jack 2 . I’m not aware enough of what the timeline is for the show but “no ones talked to her in 20 years” … like I would be interested in seeing how that lined up. Especially if no one’s seen wesley in 20 years 🤨 Or the more likely option where she just cut everyone off cuz of Jack II (boring, lame) and everyone collectively forgot about her first gay son! Which the show would absolutely do because the world hates dear wesley crusher. I’m not saying this is an accurate prediction I’m talking what would be NARRATIVELY INTERESTING for the goddamn crusher family!

I’m not going to speculate on like “ohhh who’s jack 2s father is he actually bevs son was he adopted” but if. Star Trek Picard writers looking you tearfully and soulfully in the eyes if we get Jack 2 and Wesley interactions... Literally all I want. Ideal dynamic with Jack being like “UGH I hate my stupid older brother who I never met but everyone compares me too because he tragically disappeared and everyones sad about him all the time and no one can mention him he ruined my life!” and Wes being like. Hi ... am I supposed to know who you are. haha. And just leading to the worst buddy comedy ever. Wes has been shownnnn that he’s good with kids and would be a good brother but I think if Jack’s a little cunt to him (likely) he would be a mean bitch back and it would be the most entertaining TV ever shown ever! Again now likely I KNOW. Brining wes back now after being gone that long with all the drama with bev and jack 2… like it would be so interesting man. Obligatory he doesn’t know why fleet foxes refernce cuz like

Option 2 is that we just have like one singular wesley appearance where he shows up and reveals he’s been gay married this whole time and has been having a well adjusted nice normal time for yearsss while the rest of the crew is fighting among themselves and freaking out and he just didn’t help out cuz he didn’t feel like it. and he’s a bit of a mean bitch and then leaves. Number one most unhelpful person in the universe.

ALSO FINAL MESSAGE TO THE WORLD: If wes could come back and have like. one menaingful interaction with bev. Cuz their relationship was neverrr given the time it should’ve been by tng and i’m like still so mad about it.literally just one scene the bar is on the fucking floor LISTEN TO MY MESSAGE.

[alliumdykes]

ok i gotta study now goodbye (sad)

[therelignedstars]

Five songs that remind you of your muse

tagged by: @phaseshiftings, @lowerqualityrp, @love-seared

Tagging:@general-kalani (Jakobs), @turretsexual , and anyone who else who wants to.

Rät by Penelope Scott

I studied code because I wanted To do something great like you And the real tragedy is half of it was true I bit the apple 'cuz I loved you And why would you lie And then I realized You're just as naive as I am You're so traumatized it makes me wanna cry

Now this applies to how Jacqueline looked up to Jack as she grew up. Her interest in coding and engineering was something she used to be close with him. She wanted to be like him and she trusted he wouldn't lead her astray. As she realizes his been manipulating her and other she began to feel used by him for her skills.

Ain't No Crying by Derivkat

What am I fighting for? Whose side am I on? Lost everything in the crossfire Witness the wreckage at dawn Say it enough and you start believing They can tell you that it's righteous Keep your chin up in the crisis Say it enough and you start believing In the glory, in the justice They will drill it into your head Ain't no crying 'til the war's done Ain't no crying 'cause the fighting's just begun No crying 'til the sun comes 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up

WHERE YOU BELONG by Matt Hansen

Did someone you know ever turn on a dime From an angel right into a monster? You still wanna stay, wanna help, wanna heal Only so much that your love can offer

Why did I try for as long as I did? Back on the ropes when I knew I should quit Where do I run? 'Cause I've got no more blood left to bleed

I gotta put you behind me With all the pain that you caused I barely made it out fighting You drained all the life from my love Sometimes in moments of weakness I want you back in my arms But all of the bruises remind me The past is where you belong

The Man by Taylor Swift

I would be complex I would be cool They'd say I played the field before I found someone to commit to And that would be ok For me to do Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you

I'd be a fearless leader I'd be an alpha type When everyone believes ya What's that like?

I'm so sick of running as fast as I can Wondering if I'd get there quicker If I was a man And I'm so sick of them coming at me again 'Cause if I was a man Then I'd be the man I'd be the man I'd be the man

In the Stars by Benson Boone

I'm screamin' at a God, I don't know if I believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Oh, it hurts so hard For a million different reasons You took the best of my heart And left the rest in pieces

[iitoastyghostii]

Week 8 - Script Writing Part 2

Two boys named Toby and Wyatt were hanging out in a hallway connecting two buildings together. While the other students walked passed them, to get to their destinations, they stayed put to talk to each other.

TOBY: Hey dude, guess what?

WYATT: What’s up?

TOBY: I just got tickets for the Kendrick concert!

WYATT: Whoa, for real?

TOBY: Wouldn’t you like to know? I’m kidding, just look.

WYATT: How bad am I missing out?

TOBY: I don’t know man, I might have to go on a marathon!

WYATT: That’s a big commitment.

TOBY: Yeah but it’ll totally be worth it! I can get a poster board hehe.

WYATT: Lolllll don’t party too hard.

TOBY: Haha I just might.

WYATT: Yep, this is the year for hip-hop.

TOBY: Yeah, you said it Wy. I’m sitting here in awe of it all.

WYATT: Well good for you because I can’t.

TOBY: Huh? Why not?

WYATT: Because man, there’s so much to do!

TOBY: You still caught up on those turtles, huh?

WYATT: That’s for all of the turtles. They’re not the regular kind.

TOBY: Fr I’ve been there too. 

WYATT: Uh huh, sure you have. Now what about your lizards?

TOBY: Oh yeah, they’re cool. One of them really likes the lamp light.

WYATT: Oh yeah? That’s cool. Made a total mess, but fun.

TOBY: I just figured it out too the second you texted me.

WYATT: Wait, I texted you? (Looks down at his phone)

TOBY: Uh yeah? You were complaining about all the studying you had to do for math class.

WYATT: Oh yeah! I was telling you about that.

TOBY: Haha yeah, you were like ‘Back to the grind, my study buddy got back from his piss’ and stuff.

WYATT: Pfft now that you say it out loud, it does sound funny.

TOBY: Yeah, but anyway. I wanted to ask you something.

WYATT: Okay, what’s up? 

TOBY: What kind of console do you use to play games? Because I’m tryna play sometime.

WYATT: I use a monitor back at my house. But I’m hoping to get a PS5 for my birthday.

TOBY: So I’m cooked…got it. I guess I’ll play doubles with someone else.

WYATT: Stop that’d be too funny. Because you and I both know that you suck at playing doubles.

TOBY: Oh shut up! I’m not that bad.

WYATT: Ok Grandma. You might not be bad, but your wifi connection is. Because what’s with that jump speed lag?

TOBY: My system’s just old, ok? It just needs a few minutes to get running again. 

WYATT: More like a few hours if you ask me.

TOBY: Whatever man. The worst part is when it flashes over and over, until it finally just blanks out. I swear, I thought my console finally gave up and shut down.

WYATT: Been there…can’t stand that. Probably not as bad as ur situation tho.

TOBY: Yeah, nowhere near as bad. But at least I have Otis to clear my mind.

WYATT: Otis? Who’s this Otis guy? He a friend of yours?

TOBY: Lmao yeah, he’s super cool and he’s new, check it out whenever.

WYATT: Oh for real? Sweet? I can’t wait to meet him!

TOBY: I’m just kidding, Wy. He’s actually a new artist I’ve been listening to lately. His song "Understood ma'am" is really good.

WYATT: Awe man! All I understood was getting excited over nothing. You a fraud!

TOBY: Very funny. I’m not a fraud, but you are late.

WYATT: Oh shoot! I forgot I had class today!

TOBY: Yup. You always do.

WYATT: Then remind me next time! I gotta go. See ya later Toby! (Grabs backpack and runs through the hall)

TOBY: Yeah, later Wyatt. (Smiles and waves goodbye)

[safe-marshmallows]

Ok here’s a headcanon I’m making up on the spot because I haven’t thought about this before but now I’m interested. (I’m not claiming this to be canon.)

Beverly is first bc her dad fucking croaked. This is right after the movie takes place. She moves in with her aunt. She catches up with her friends on the phone and visits frequently. Bev remembers them during these visits, but as time goes on, and the losers say stuff like “Bev, remember the first time we went to the quarry and you jumped first? That was awesome!” Bev answers with “what? Sorry I don’t remember that.” When college comes, she visits a little less frequently, regarding her aunt’s home as her only home, forgetting she ever moved out of Derry. By the time she graduates college, she forgets.

Ben is next. This is very unfortunate. His family moves around a lot, so Derry was just one more stop. He moved one summer during high school, probably sophomore year. Him and Mike bond over their shared love of history enough for Ben to give Mike all of his notes, newspapers, and books when he leaves. This is a mistake, because years later, without these remnants, he has almost no evidence that Derry—and the girl who signed his yearbook—existed. Eventually, he stops looking, keeping the yearbook signature in his wallet with a strange, sad nostalgia he can’t put his finger on.

Bill and Richie move out after senior year of high school. They go to separate colleges, Richie in LA and Bill in New York. They both knew what they wanted to do since before college, so they went full-speed ahead into their careers and starting a new life in their respective new cities. Richie, further from Derry than Bill, forgets faster. Bill visits the first two summers of college. Richie excitedly visits for the first one, but misses out on Bill’s last appearance in Maine the year after.

Stan is distraught for the two years he spends in Derry to earn his associates degree. Missing his four friends and watching them forget is certainly hard on him. Since he was touched by the dead lights, maybe he subconsciously has more insight and understands what’s happening before Eddie does. After those two years, he goes to an out-of-state college that has a fantastic study abroad program for his bachelors degree. When studies abroad, he is so immersed in his studies and experiencing this new country he forgets about Derry quickly. He feels a new freedom that year. He doesn’t think of home when he returns to the United States, he thinks of his bachelors degree, and the girl he met in his study abroad program, Patty. They spend the rest of their college careers flirting.

Eddie stays in Derry for seven years after graduating high school. Long enough to read Bill’s first novel with Mike. Long enough to watch Richie’s comedy career begin to flourish. He doesn’t even move out of his moms house. He tries, a few times, with no success. He compromises, promising his mother to stay in New England. She begs him not to go, but he does.

Mike knows what’s coming. He’s kept the “Derry makes you forget everything” disease a secret from everyone as not to drag them back from pursuing their dreams and moving on. Regardless, he helps Eddie move. Driving back and forth with him so he wouldn’t have to take an airplane. Eddie is beyond grateful for this favor. It’s a favor for Mike too, to spend as much time as possible with Eddie, because he knows he won’t for another decade and a half.

For the last time, the two remaining losers acknowledge they’re the only ones left. Eddie asks Mike when he’s planning to leave. Mike chuckles and says something like “oh, you know, gotta stay with the farm.” They get lunch together in Eddie’s new town to say their final goodbyes and well wishes, reflecting on their lives in Derry, (someone write a fic about what they talk about) then Mike has a very silent car ride home.

Idk tho

oooh i have a question!!

[aangisdead]

reasons getaway car is the best song tswift has ever written

the 80s vibe with the synths in the background

“i struck a match and blew your mind”

the fact that the entire song is one big metaphor im shook??

“but with three of us honey it’s a side show / and a circus ain’t a love story”

that oomphy “shottotheheart” before the second chorus

the key change before the bridge

the bridge

the bridge

THE BRIDGE

T H E B R I D G E

THAT ENTIRE FUCKING BRIDGE from the moment the key changes up until “that was the last time you ever saw me”

the outro

just every single thing about this entire fukn song

[crystalsoobin]

ten — just the two of them

synopsis: when yn finds herself falling (more like thirsting) for the campus hottie, yeonjun, she turns to her friends for advice. one suggests that she fake date yeonjun’s best friend and the campus cutie, soobin. desperately, she agrees and begins her journey to make yeonjun jealous - and maybe even starts to catch feelings for soobin in the process.

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“so, how have you guys been?” chaehyun asks as the four of you sit down at a table.

“great! how are you guys?” you responded.

“i’m good.” chaehyun smiles.

“yeah me too.” yeonjun adds. wow, this turned awkward really fast.

“um… what are you studying, chaehyun?” soobin asked, trying to kickstart a conversation.

“i’m studying psychology!” she smiled a little too widely.

“really? that’s cool!”

“thanks. what about you?”

“oh, i’m studying film.” soobin answered. as he glanced in your direction, he noticed how quiet you were as you stared boredly at the table. “um, yn is studying literature so we sometimes help each other with projects and stuff.”

as you continued with the conversation, you tried to talk to yeonjun, who was in front of you. he wasn’t really paying attention to you because he was looking at chaehyun, which made sense since they came together. you thought they were cute together, but also noticed how chae clung onto every word coming out of soobin’s mouth.

you thought maybe she was just interested in the topic, but no matter what they were talking about, she seemed so into it. looking at them, you couldn’t help but feel left out, and sad for yeonjun. because if they were really on a date, chaehyun didn’t seem to be super interested in him.

so instead, you just sat there, eating your ice cream, while staring at yeonjun who was staring at his “date”. eventually, you got tired of sitting there, having finished your ice cream ages ago. soobin and chae still in conversation, and yeonjun who was trying to contribute.

as chae finally looked beside her and began to talk to yeonjun, you took your chance. elbowing soobin, you began to whisper to him.

“can we leave now? I’ve finished my ice cream and we’ve been here like two hours.” you said with your eyelids drooping out of boredom.

“sure.” soobin smiled, bringing warmth to your heart. you quickly knocked yourself out of it though, because there was no way you could have a crush on him. “hey guys, um we gotta get going, but it was really nice to see you!”

“ok! bye soobin!” they both waved goodbye. soobin took your hand as you left the shop. he drove you back to your apartment and you stopped to talk at the door.

“well, today was… fun.”

“did you not enjoy it?” soobin asked confused.

“no! the ice cream was great it was just… you two were the only ones talking the whole time. especially chaehyun, she barely gave you a seecond to breathe.” you chuckled.

“yeah, i guess.” it’s awkward. again.

“um, anyway, i’ll talk to you later! we should plan our next date.”

“ok! bye yn!”

“bye!” you entered the building and walked into your apartment as fast as you could, jumping face first onto your bed.

god, what is wrong with me?

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[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Jimmy huffs as he slides his arms over Tango's shoulders. His nose digs into the others cheek, he's trying to press them impossibly closer.

Tango's hands press against Jimmy's back, pushing him more into himself. They couldn't be any closer unless they fused into one, but there was still pushing and pulling like there was any distance left between them.

Tango hums. His gloved hands slide inside Jimmy's back pockets, they form over Jimmy's backside easily.

Jimmy huffs and groans. He nips at Tango's lips, making the shorter of the pair gasp. His lungs ache for air, yet he can't seem to pull himself away from his soulmate. It was supposed to be a single goodbye kiss, now it's become an addiction.

Jimmy chuckles against Tango's lips. It's low and gravelly, it makes Tango squeeze his bum. This always happens, any time either have to leave the other for any periods of time. Pearl calls it their newlywed phase.

Jimmy can feel his hands push Tango back before his mind can catch up. They're panting against each other's mouths, noses still bumping.

"I really gotta go, Tangs." Jimmy mumbles. Tango whines, resting more body weight against Jimmy's chest.

"I know" Tango sighs. His hands come up to play with Jimmy's hair. His crimson eyes are studying Jimmy's lips.

"I promised them I'd be there." Jimmy reminded. He hands slid from Tango's shoulders and hung at his sides. Tango sighed and let go of Jimmy as well.

"I'll be back before you know it, sunshine." Jimmy kissed Tango's cheek and walked for the door.

"Oh! Wait! You forgot something!" Tango called, running up as Jimmy turned around and kissed him again. His fingers hooked under Jimmy's belt loops and pulled him in.

Jimmy made a noise of surprise but fell back into the kiss just as quickly as before. His hands found Tango's waist this time.

Jimmy pushed Tango back before he lost himself again. "Ok, I have to go now." Jimmy chuckled.

"Fiiiine." Tango rolled his eyes and stepped away. "Bye! See you later!" Tango yelled as Jimmy walked through the door, watching him wave as he walked off.

[doexoeyes]

Fire

Summary: Co-comparison is killin' you slowly (but really it’s an explosion that was waiting to happen and you were both bound to be burned alive).

Warnings: ok this time I gotta put a warning for swearing, mentions of death, & heavily implied sexy time. phew.

Notes: so this is the 2nd part to ‘Firsts’ & I had a lot of fun writing this because I’m a huge fan of angst. like bring on the arguments & tears (but u know, kisses r nice too).

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You never thought of yourself as the jealous type, especially when it came to Peter.

He always made you feel like you were the only person in his orbit, eyes lighting up whenever you walked into the room, cheeks flushing when you would smile up at him. And you could see it, the love he had for you. You felt incredibly grateful to have been blessed with someone as loving and devoted as Peter Parker.

So, when he mentions that he has a study session with a girl from his class, Gwen Stacy, you think nothing of it.

Because why would you when you had Peter Parker as a boyfriend, the most trustworthy person you know?

It’s not until you see him walk out of the school building, having been seated on the steps as you waited to surprise him with his favorite sub from Delmar’s, that you finally see who Gwen Stacy is.

A fucking Barbie.

Gwen is tall and blonde and pretty, but pretty honestly feels like an understatement when it comes to her. Her hair is shiny and falls perfectly over her shoulders, a black headband keeping it all in place. She’s dressed like a straight A student, like the president’s daughter, like she’s definitely going to be successful after high school. She smiles at something Peter says, and you swear her teeth are blinding you even from your spot in the steps, far below them. She looks effortlessly perfect.

Everything you truly felt you weren’t.

She waves at Peter as he walks down, his attention still fully on her, not even noticing you.

Finally he spots you and his eyes do that thing where they light up and he looks so happy to see you there, but you can’t seem to focus on that because the only thing you can think about is how there’s no way he doesn’t look at Gwen that same way.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” he says, walking down the steps towards you, arm immediately reaching to help you up.

You take his hand and hoist yourself up, forcing a small smile out as you silently hold the sandwich in your hand towards him.

His eyes widen, smile growing bigger.

“Oh, no way, Delmar’s?! Not only is my girlfriend the prettiest girl in New York, but she’s also the most amazing. Ladies and gentlemen, y/n y/l/n,” he says, voice booming as if he’s presenting you to an audience.

Normally you would blush and playfully slap his shoulder, but you can’t help but feel bitter at how he said ‘the prettiest girl in New York’.

There’s no way he can believe that, not when girls like Gwen Stacy existed here, too.

He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, head leaning down to kiss the top of your head, so soft you would have believed he thought you were made of porcelain.

He was always so soft and so sweet with you and you adored it, but right now his gentle actions taunted you.

Was he as soft and sweet to Gwen, too?

You knew Peter would never out right cheat, but did he exchange cheek kisses with her as an innocent goodbye? Did he nuzzle his head in her neck after a friendly hug, take a whiff of her most likely expensive perfume?

He said he adored the way you smelled, a credit you gave to your vanilla body spray and strawberry lip gloss.

But while you smelled like strawberry shortcake, you were sure she smelled like a beautifully exciting what-if. A what-if you just knew he thought about from time to time.

“Hey, you good there?” Peter asked, his expression morphed into one of concern, though a small smiled remained perched on his lips.

He breaks the chaotic flow of thoughts in your head and you know the smile you offer back at him is weak.

“Y-yeah. I just…you saw her, right?” you ask, because as much as you want to ignore the nagging voices in your head, you know you can’t keep this in.

Your emotions weren’t something you were skilled at hiding. A self proclaimed con Peter once labeled as a pro.

You wondered if he would still feel that way now.

Peter furrowed his brow. “Who?”

“Your study partner, Gwen. She’s…you can’t tell me you don’t look at her and notice that she’s probably one of the most beautiful girls, like, ever,” you say, swallowing down a lump that has started forming.

His big brown eyes are concentrated on you and you can tell he’s taken aback.

“What? Where is this coming from?” he asks, and the smile is slowly fading as he unwraps his arms from around you.

“It’s coming from the fact that you forgot to mention that Gwen is a walking example of perfection when you told me you were going to be studying with her.”

There is it is, the anger that inevitably came with the suffocating grasp of insecurity.

Your tone is accusatory and you can feel the anger festering inside of your chest as Peter frowns at you, the flames kissing his inside as well.

“Ok, first of all, I don’t understand why the way that Gwen looks matters? And I don’t like how you’re making it sound like I did something wrong.”

“But you did! You’re telling me you don’t look at her and think about being with her instead of me?”

His expression immediately softens, now understanding why you were saying the things you were, but you don’t want his pity. You don’t want him to look at you like the poor insecure little girl that you seemed like. You preferred the anger, the bitterness. You would choose that a million times over his pity any day.

So you frown at him, arms crossed against your chest as you say “I bet you didn’t get any actual studying done. By the she waved at you, it clearly looks like you were studying something else.”

That’s enough to get Peter fired up again.

“Are you kidding me right now?! When have I ever given you a reason to think I would ever do that to you? Do you think that little of me?”

And the hurt on his face is almost enough to make you stop entirely.

The truth was, you didn’t think that. Not even for a second. You knew Peter was respectful and would never do anything physical with anyone else. As for emotionally, you weren’t sure if his mind wondered and although that wasn’t exactly cheating, it made you feel like throwing up.

Nothing was worse than thinking the person you loved thought about loving someone else.

Wordlessly, you hand him the sub and walk away because you knew if you didn’t, you were going to say something you’d ultimately regret.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, and it stops you dead in your tracks.

You take a shaky breath, eyes closed for a moment before turning back around.

“Do you really think you and I are going to make it? You know, past this chapter of our lives?” you ask.

His brows furrowed but his eyes look at you like he’s begging you to stop.

“Why are you…”

“Just answer honestly Peter,” you interrupt, and you feel the tears in your eyes already, mentally cursing yourself for always being so weak.

“I want to. I really want to,” he says and it breaks your heart because you can tell how much he means it.

“Sometimes wanting to isn’t enough.”

At this point you both know this isn’t just about Peter studying with Gwen, because as much as seeing her triggered this emotional response, you know these thoughts were dancing around in your head for a while, and Peter could sense it.

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t want to do this, do you?” and his voice wavers at the end and you can see that his own eyes are becoming glossy.

Fuck.

“Peter, things are different. We’re so different. You are so fucking smart,” and you chuckle sadly as you say this.

“I mean, you go on and on about scientific research and your theories about multi-dimensional travel and I’m so fascinated and impressed but I can never join in. I can never say anything that adds to it. I just sit there like an idiot and just listen. And a girl like Gwen, so smart she’s graduating as valedictorian, she can add to that conversation. She can perfectly match your enthusiasm. She can actually help you study and pass your exams. Hell, I bet, no, I know she can help you with so much more than I ever could,” and a tear finally makes its way down your cheek, joined by another, and then another until it’s a constant stream.

Peter walks closer to you but you step back, shaking your head.

“Not only that, but you’re fucking Spider-Man,” you say, whispering the last part after taking a quick look around you, making sure no one was in sight.

“You have sooo much on your plate, with being a literal superhero and graduation and helping Aunt May out with an internship at the Bugle. I can never alleviate you of that. I want so badly to join you on your missions and help you kick some ass but I’m a nobody. I’m not smart enough, I’m not strong enough. I’m just not enough for you Peter, and that’s not fair to you. You deserve more than what I can give you. And I think it’s best if we just cut our losses and…”

“Please don’t,” he says, and his desperate tone has your tears flowing in full force.

You wipe at them with your sleeve, shaking your head.

“I think we should break..”

“What about what I want?” he asks suddenly, and you notice him trying hard to keep his own tears at bay, fist clenched and brows furrowed.

“All this talk about what I need and what I deserve and nothing about what I want. And I want you. I don’t care if you can’t have a scientific debate with me. If that’s all I wanted in someone, I would just date my chemistry teacher,” he says, and you think about how you noticed that jokes were his defense mechanism. How he does it whenever he’s scared or uncomfortable.

He does it a lot with the villains he fights, and though people think he does it out of pure cockiness or confidence, you know the truth.

He’s scared, just like how he is right now.

“You act like ‘listening’ is such a shitty trait when that’s all that I ever wanted my entire life. Someone to listen to me, really listen. And you do that, all the time. Even when you don’t understand a thing, you’re 100% there, always ready, always eager even,” and his eyes look at you, a watery smile slipping out for a moment, but turning bitter as he continues.

“The funniest thing of all, though, is the fact that you think that you don’t help me with the Spider-Man stuff, as if you’re not the one thing keeping me sane. You make me feel normal, like Peter Parker still matters and I shouldn’t just disappear and be Spidey 100% of the time. You give me a reason to care about myself. And god, you have no idea how alone I’ve felt my entire life and then you come along and I finally feel seen and heard and please, I don’t know how I can go back to before that. I can’t and I don’t want to,” he says, and a tear finally falls as he looks at you, desperate and needy and heartbroken.

“If you’re doing this because you don’t want to be with me anymore, then I 100% respect your decision and I promise I’ll leave you alone. But if this is all because you think I don’t deserve you and should be with someone like Gwen, then please, I’m begging you, don’t do this to me. Because as perfect as you think Gwen is, she will never be you, and I choose you. Every time.”

His words are enough to make you dizzy and they repeat themselves in your head.

I choose you.

Every time.

You.

Every.

Time.

Everything else is a blur in your head after that because the next thing you know, your both in Peter’s house and the door to his room is slammed wide open.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, hands wildly pulling at his hair, not enough to hurt him, but enough to illicit groans from him as your lips collided together desperately, hungrily, like everything you ever needed to say, to hear, to do, was this.

He carried you into the room, kicking the door closed (a little too hard because you swear you feel the whole room shake) and carefully lays you down on his bed lips never once removing themselves from yours. His hands run down your side under your shirt, fingertips leaving your skin ablaze. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach, head hazy with the intoxicating smell of him as he hovers over you. He finally pulls away, panting, big brown doe eyes looking down at you and you don’t need him to speak because you know exactly what he’s asking.

You answer with a nod, eyes remaining locked with his, your hands tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He’s hypnotized by the way you look under him. Your lips red and puffy from the rough kisses, eyes looking at him with want and need and lust and love.

He’s completely gone for you at this point.

You move your head to land a gentle kiss on his forehead, then another soft one on his nose, and finally his lips, just as feverish as before as you help him out of his shirt.

He shows you then what he means when he says he’d pick you every time, and you hope he understands the feeling was mutual.

Because in a world of Gwens, you were so glad to be Peter’s choice.

……

Peter snaps back into it when he feels the cold water hitting his back.

He zoned out while taking a shower. His first in two weeks.

Two weeks since you left.

He’s used up all the hot water, his mind choosing to reminisce on another painfully beautiful memory you two shared.

He thinks about how, if he could go back in time, he would change everything about that moment. How he would let you sabotage the relationship, let you stay mad, maybe fuel the fire by lying and saying something stupid like “you’re right, you’re not enough. I guess we should break up.”

He imagines the words coming out of his mouth as he pictures you both standing on the steps of Midtown again. He knows you’d be completely heartbroken, storming off in tears and probably never seeing him again.

It would have broken him.

So yeah, if he could go back in time, he would let you break up with him.

Because maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have killed you.

[theycallmebun]

s/o gets a bad grade on a test

pairings: iwaizumi hajime x reader, bokuto kotaro x reader, daichi sawamura x reader, kita shinsuke x reader

^fem!reader but no pronouns used!

w/c: 1140+; about 260+ each 

warnings: none:)

genre: hurt/comfort

summary/rec: “...haikyuu x reader where she got her tests back but they're not the best and makes her feel exhausted and sad bc she tried really hard (iwaizumi, Bokuto, daichi and maybe Kita).”

a/n: this is more fic-like rather than hc format. hope you liked this! thank you so much for requesting, im so excited!   

It had been a really long day so you couldn’t wait for your last class to be over with. Except when you get to class and get your test score back, you find out that you’d gotten a grade lower than you hoped for. God, this day really couldn’t have gotten any longer. You kind of faze out the rest of the period, too dejected to learn anything new. As soon as the bell rings, you zoom out of your classroom. When you’re about to step off the school grounds, you’re stopped by…

Iwaizumi

“Hey, is everything alright? You were basically running,” he says. 

“I’m fine, Hajime. Just want to go home.” 

The telltale I’m fine doesn’t go past him one bit. Iwaizumi pulls you into a somewhat secluded area for some privacy. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just some stupid test,” you give him a little detail. 

Ah, the test. He remembers you talking about it last week. 

He gives you a look so comforting, you decide to tell him more. 

You look down first and say,” except it wasn’t a stupid test. Probably the biggest one this quarter. And I studied so, so hard for it. Only to completely flunk it.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he spoke sympathetically, knowing you truly did work hard. 

“And, I’m just so tired. I work and work and work but get nowhere. I’m trying but not hard enough, I guess.”

“Don’t say that. I’ve seen it. You work harder than the rest of us. So don’t let this one test grade get to you, ok? There will be another test, and although it may be hard, you’re going to ace it. I just know it.” 

His words of encouragement give you a boost to at least finish the day right. 

“Thanks, Iwa… Want to get some ice cream?”

“Of course, baby.”

Bokuto

“Y/N! Going home so early?” He shouts at you from across the courtyard. 

It isn’t until he’s caught up to when he sees your glum face. 

“Not feeling the best, Bo. Sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he starts softly, “are you ok? What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, Bo, just tired. Wanna go to sleep,” you slur. 

“Can I walk you home?” 

“Sure,” you agree. 

The walk home is silent. It scares you when he gets this quiet. When you get to your house, you only expect a kiss and a hug ‘goodbye’ but the way Bokuto lingers a moment too long tells you he wants to come in. He appreciates you not making him explicitly say it anymore. 

Inside the house, and inside your room, he props himself on his elbows on your bed. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asks gently. 

“You know that test I was studying day and night for last week?”

He nods. 

“I-- got a bad grade. And I’m exhausted from the sleepless nights studying and the fact that I’m going to fail this class.”

“You’re not going to fail,” he claims, matter-of-factly. 

“What?”

“I said ‘you’re not going to fail.’ Because you work so hard, and it will always show. Sure, this test was hard and you didn’t do so good, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to fail every single test in the future. No, you’re going to somehow work even harder, the way you naturally do, and get perfect scores,” he declares. 

“And I know you’re tired. So let’s rest right now, recharge a little, and then get back into it. Ok?” 

“Ok, Bo,” you say, settling next to him in the bed. 

Daichi

“Y/N? You’re not going to stay for practice? Not that you have to or anything, you normally just hang around.”

“Yeah, not today, sorry. Got some things to do,” you try masking your true feelings as best as possible. Damn Daichi and his perceptiveness. 

“You sure?” 

“Uh, yeah. Anyway, gotta-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re lying.”

“No I’m not.”

“You so are. You’re doing that thing when you don’t look at me.”

“What thing?”

He gently holds your face to turn it his way. 

“Hmm. Your eyes are puffy and you got these dark circles around them, too.”

“Ok!” You shove him off. “You don’t have to point all that crap out. I’ve had a crap day, ok? I just want to go home today, I don’t want to stay for practice.”

“What happened?” he says curiously. 

“Failed some test I spent hours and hours studying for. I’m so tired I could pass out, but I’d like to do that at home.”

“Do you need a tutor? I could tutor you,” he suggests. 

“No. I don’t need a tutor. I don’t even want to think about it right now. I need sleep.”

He hands you his backpack and tells you “I’ll be right back!”

When he returns, he grabs his bag and yours, starting to walk in the direction of your home. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

“You know, I heard that a face mask or something can be really rehabilitating.”

“So?” you inquire. 

“So, we’re going to do one, forget about that damned test, and then maybe watch a movie and then get some sleep. God knows you need some.”

Kita 

“Y/N, wait up! I wanted to talk a little. I saw you were a little out of it in class,” he explains. 

“Oh, it was nothing. Just a bit tired.”

“Oh, ok. Get some rest! I’ll text you later, love,” he greets you off before rushing to practice. 

8:00 pm 

You’re woken by some knocks on your door and the buzzing of your phone. 

shinsuke 

I’m outside

Me

-why

shinsuke

-just open the door 

You open the door to Kita holding two bags. The one in his right hand is one of those fancy thermal ones. The one in his left is from some convenience store. 

“Sorry for coming so unexpectedly but you seemed really down earlier. My grandma and I made you some food and I brought you a drink.”

“Thank you, Shin. You didn’t have to,” you tell him, honestly feeling so much better now that he’s just here. 

“It’s ok. I really wanted to. You looked so tired, I needed to, almost.”

After he puts the bags down in your kitchen, he comes up to you. He has your face in one of his hands and the other is softly brushing your hair into place. 

“I’m so tired, Shin.”

“I know.”

“And I worked so hard.”

“I know, love.”

“And- and it still turned out bad.”

“It’s ok, Y/N. Don’t let it affect you like this. You can only learn what you did wrong and fix it. It will help you do better in the future. Right now, let’s eat this food and relax, yeah? You’re well deserving of a break, love.”

a/n:im posting this in place of my thursday post. enjoy your weekend, everybody