#so we were all stupid af kids but also -wheeze-

[magicstormfrostfire]

Thinking about that one Sonadow story on Sonadow.com that was written by like 3 people and how it was a very well-written plot about Chris Thorndyke turning into kind of a twat after Sonic X and becoming obsessed with Sonic that he was able to fix his machine to send him back to Sonic's world and still be an adult.

He was obviously kind of disturbed and Sonic was trying his best to be cool about it but it was causing a lot of interesting tension between Chris, Sonic, Shadow and the gang.

But then like it was also obvious that one of the three writers was really into that non-con seme/uke and ruined the fic so bad everytime to the point it contradicted and did a 180° flip on the plot/characterization and then the group just didn't even finish the fic at all. and it's somewhat disappointing/uncomfortable in context because it was a really cool start.

but the deterioration was so fucking funny at the same time because you could SEE the 'creative differences' taking place.

Then i also feel bad because i had friends read the fic completely forgetting that it devolves into madness because the latter half is so detatched from the story that i misremembered it was even apart of THAT FIC and we all just sat there collectively like:

[migleefulmoments]

The truth about Power of Attorney and Fiduciary Obligations:

How Ricky ISN’T destroying Darren’s life or the law behind using a POA. 

One of the main tropes that fuels the cc conspiracy is that Ricky, as Darren’s manager, has Darren’s power of attorney (POA) and that allows him to do all sorts of nefarious acts that Darren is powerless to stop him simply because of the POA. 

Today Chrisdarebashfulsmiles wrote this piece:

chrisdarebashfulsmiles

every time that i see references to s/tar t/reck in M’ stans nickname i think about two different things

1) they decided to ignore the blatant truth about D because… S/tar W/ars folks!!

2) RR sometimes is a genius but always against D. You know what was the biggest problem about the en/gagement post of January 2018? D (and C with him) didn’t think about calling a lawyer and ask him to write a document o whatever it took to avoid that kind of post. If you know even a little about pr and manager, you know that they have a power of attorney that they can use for a lot of things: in all of them there’s also the use of their client SM.

Since last year, i have to be honest, i think the ST mistake was done on purpose. Because of course RR knows about how much D loves SW. But putting this aside, a post like that can’t be erased with a “Oh sorry we were kidding, we are not engaged she’s my beard”. And all of that opened a door to what RR and Bears are still seeking: money (him) and fame (her).

It was easy for every lawyer on the Earth to find whatever occasion D allegedly did not what they requested and it was easy, with the help of SS, to find occasions to give them every thing they wanted. I still feel is a miracle that D won the awards he deserved, because everything was about her.

Something is for sure changed around E/mmys, when we expected her to go out of his life and instead, my opinion of course but i know that it’s shared by some of my closest friends here, they started to build the sham wedding. Because you can say the contrary every minute of your life but that s** is fake af.

And thinking about the past, D’ speech when he won GG, Sag etc, they pointed all to the fact that in the future we would have seen less stuff awards worthy. And he was right, we are only see Ads of all sort… to the point that we went literally crazy for his M/et appearance.

I’m not joking now writing that i hope that the expiration day is near because this man not only deserve to do his job and not 56484595050 pay off to every people that enabled and that are enabling her, but because he needs to be free to be who he is. Because i don’t want (despite liking seeing him and listen to him) to see C doing again something RR related (i still have to accept the fact that J and K are produced by LG and so RR).

And i wanna go crazy for D’s jobs like before.

Her point-I think- is that Ricky wants money and Mia wants fame so Ricky used  Darren’s POA to post the engagement post on Darren’s Instagram which started the ball rolling until he found himself walking down the aisle him. The core underlying premise is that Darren was unable to reverse it once it started nor was he capable of stopping it from escalating.  She claims that Ricky wrote the “fake” Star Trek engagement post using the wrong space-travel franchise and “a post like that can’t be erased with a “Oh sorry we were kidding, we are not engaged she’s my beard”. Really? Why couldn’t Darren set the record straight and fire his manager? That would be the logical thing to do. It isn’t normal to just go along with whatever your team writes until you find yourself married to someone you hate. God- it’s so dumb.  Going along with an unhinged plan simply because his manager posted it on social media is the definition of stupid and poor decision making.  

But let’s back up a little.  Chrisdarebash... starts out by claiming that “If you know even a little about pr and manager, you know that they have a power of attorney that they can use for a lot of things: in all of them there’s also the use of their client SM”. One of the long held ccBeliefs is that Ricky holds Darren’s POA and that POA gives Ricky the power to do whatever he wants and Darren is forced to do whatever it is that Ricky signs his name to- regardless of how detrimental it is to Darren’s person or career. In legalese- Darren is the principal and Ricky is the agent. So is that cctrue? Does the principal forgo all rights by giving the agent his POA? NO, of course it isn’t true. There are laws regulating the use of a POA and the law says the agent must act in the best interest of the principal at all times. Anyone who knows anything about the law knows this is called FIDUCIARY OBLIGATION.  

“The power of attorney creates a strict fiduciary duty to manage the principal's funds appropriately, including engaging in careful bookkeeping to document all expenditures.” (X)

The entire trope that Ricky is controlling Darren’s life because he holds his POA is utter rubbish. It simply isn’t true. Abby, the Ivy League lawyer- either knows this and simply lies about it or doesn’t understand one of the most basic concepts of the law. This is something that every America should understand because ALL Americans should sign a medical power of attorney to make medical decisions if they are unable to.

The entire cc fandom should have the skills to Google this concept on their own but clearly they have no desire to know the truth. This one lie allows them to  dismiss a lot what they don’t like about Darren. It just allowed Chrisdarebash...to claim that Darren was forced to get married simply because Ricky wrote a post on Darren’s Instagram about a Star Trek engagement. It allows them to claim that Ricky forces Darren to do #ads and gigs they can’t stand. It is a powerful ccExcuse except it is based on a complete lie...and that is how the ccers role. They don’t care about facts and truth. Whatever rationalizes their foregone conclusion- Chris and Darren are in lurve- is fine. Me? I prefer to base all of my theories and excuses on true, real concepts. I like to use Google to ensure that I understand what I’m talking about-ESPECIALLY when I attack other people for being stupid cause ain’t nothing more embarrassing to me than raging about something and being stone cold wrong. As evidence I present the entire statement by 

chrisdarebashfulsmiles

every time that i see references to s/tar t/reck in M’ stans nickname i think about two different things

1) they decided to ignore the blatant truth about D because… S/tar W/ars folks!!

2) RR sometimes is a genius but always against D. You know what was the biggest problem about the en/gagement post of January 2018? D (and C with him) didn’t think about calling a lawyer and ask him to write a document o whatever it took to avoid that kind of post. If you know even a little about pr and manager, you know that they have a power of attorney that they can use for a lot of things: in all of them there’s also the use of their client SM.

Since last year, i have to be honest, i think the ST mistake was done on purpose. Because of course RR knows about how much D loves SW. But putting this aside, a post like that can’t be erased with a “Oh sorry we were kidding, we are not engaged she’s my beard”. And all of that opened a door to what RR and Bears are still seeking: money (him) and fame (her). 

me: “bears”? 

It was easy for every lawyer on the Earth to find whatever occasion D allegedly did not what they requested and it was easy, with the help of SS, to find occasions to give them every thing they wanted. I still feel is a miracle that D won the awards he deserved, because everything was about her. 

me: No idea what this is supposed to mean.

Something is for sure changed around E/mmys, when we expected her to go out of his life and instead, my opinion of course but i know that it’s shared by some of my closest friends here, they started to build the sham wedding. Because you can say the contrary every minute of your life but that s** is fake af.

me: this cracks me up.  ”When WE expected her to go” was exactly like this weekend when you all fabricated the fantasy that “Mia campaigned to go to the Met”  and then obsessed about it for days. You all mislead yourselves. 

And thinking about the past, D’ speech when he won GG, Sag etc, they pointed all to the fact that in the future we would have seen less stuff awards worthy. And he was right, we are only see Ads of all sort… to the point that we went literally crazy for his M/et appearance.

I’m not joking now writing that i hope that the expiration day is near because this man not only deserve to do his job and not 56484595050 pay off to every people that enabled and that are enabling her, but because he needs to be free to be who he is. Because i don’t want (despite liking seeing him and listen to him) to see C doing again something RR related (i still have to accept the fact that J and K are produced by LG and so RR).

me: there is nothing to suggest the expiration date is near. If you start listening to Darren, actually hear what he is saying, you will see that he is quite happy. If you continue to misconstrue the truth, you will end up being shocked and disappointed time and time again. It’s all on you.  

And i wanna go crazy for D’s jobs like before.

me: well as fans we don’t actually get to dictate how or where Darren’s career goes. We can only wait for projects, support them, or move on to another celebrity. 

leka-1998

With all the ignoring of the truth the stans are doing, there’s probably not much time left to do anything else. Well, aside from sending hate our way. It’s a sad thing, needing lies to be true because you couldn’t even imagine living with anything else. I could feel the desperation through my screen when they went crazy because of one simple tweet. I’d pity them if they weren’t directly contributing to the hell D’s living.

me: hahahahahahhahahahahaa. omg, I’m wheezing. No self awareness and copying my words.  

Monday night was fabulous. That was the best thing to happen in a long time. I think we all - including D of course - needed it. It’s definitely sad that good things are so rare at this point and he’s going to pay for getting so much love while the PBB was left to survive without attention. It’s sick.

me: let’s be real, she got more coverage over the last several days on cc blogs than she would have had she gone. Oh look, another phrase I use a lot.

It’s time to realize that there is no reason for her to be in the spotlight because she’s not interesting or talented or anything else that would justify her being where he is most of the time. I can’t wait for her to be left with nothing. And most importantly, I can’t wait for D to finally live his best life. That day can’t come soon enough.

me: the only spotlight she’s in is the one that the cc fandom shines.  

ajw720

@chrisdarebashfulsmilesI agree 100%, i think something went horribly wrong right around the emmys and somehow RR/PBB/SS found the power to force the wedding. I am confident in stating D did not plan to go this far and they clearly threatened something big to get him to agree.  (I would go so far to say that PBB and family von beard were planning well before D agreed).  And any person watching can see that he has gained nothing as a result, if has been one giant loss.  And the only value would be IF he finds his way to freedom soon.  Because as I repeatedly state, this cannot be sustained long-term and no question, he foretold it in his January speeches.  I also agree it is amazing he won despite the circus around him and I think that is a testament to how well love and respected he is in the industry.  And no question, he had a strong behind the scenes campaign likely led by RM, who still needs to now step up and help him win his life back, far more important than any award.

me: well...he gained a spouse and that IS the point of getting married so I would say he nailed it. As for you repeatedly stating he can’t sustain this long term...it’s been 9 years. Exactly how do you define “long term” cuz I gotta say, I would say he has sustained it long term. 

The level of ignorance is astounding and continues to get worse by the day. You may be right the ST reference may have been intentional, after all RR and PBB LOVE LOVE LOVE to play games with the stans and see how much and what they can get away with.  And stans let everything go. B/en, ST, rings, handshake, I’m gay, timelines, the fact that the entire wedding was SOLD. They continue to kiss her ass and directly contribute to this hell.  At this point, they are partially responsible because they are choosing to pretend like everything is normal.

me: That is RICH coming from the women who believes FetusMiarren is Mia and lets her jerk your chain in ways that continue to entertain and astound me. As for you “list” of “proof” that stans ignore-I have written posts proving almost all of them are complete and utter bullshit.  You cannot expect stans to believe complete rubbish, even if you repeat it incessantly. Bullshit is bullshit and it will always be bullshit. Your junior high obsession with Mia is really, really scary and super immature...especially for a professional.     

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale 3.01 Thoughts *spoilers*

- the kids... are JUNIORS? Uh okay.

- VERONICA. MY LOVE. MY BABY. IN A POP’S OUTFIT!!!

- still iffy about Betty being in law... like where’d it come from? Her likeness of it? It’s probably just because of Archie’s trial and the fact that she constantly breaks the law, but still... it seemed to come out of nowhere

- In the narration he talked about Archie, Betty, and Veronica being the “best friends you’ll ever have” and I’m just stating that that means that Jeronica are officially best friends! Y E S BITCH!

- did this bitch seriously just call Nick St. Claire... INNOCENT? And brought up the fact that he pulled a gun on Sweet Pea? I’ve always wanted that confrontation but NOT LIKE THIS.

- MARY ANDREWS! A fucking legend! Her speech was incredible, too. Like, if I was a Riverdale resident and didn’t know Archie, I would definitely believe that he was innocent. But of course something stupid like Archie being a dumbass (love you though, Arch) is going to fuck everything up 🙄🙄🙄

- JOSIE AND KEVIN STANDING SIDE BY SIDE IS ALL I NEEDED!!! I can’t wait to see more of them as step siblings and shit. Maybe she can convince Kevin not to get with Moose lmao I hate him so fucking much

- HIRAM YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCKING TALK TO ARCHIE YOU LITTLE BITCH

- I’VE SEEN SPOILERS SO I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE FRED PUNCH A BITCH

- As amazing as that was though... THAT WOULDN’T HELP ARCHIE’S CASE IT WOULD MAKE IT WORSE!!!

- lmao Hiram gets angry and pushes the guy who kept him from getting back at Fred as if he didn’t start it what a bitch

- dilton and Ben... are really gonna die aren’t they. This is a Midge situation— bring them back to kill them wow... also why does Dilton look like he could be Sweet Pea’s younger brother...

- so both Veronica and Jughead got chocolate shakes. I’m not saying they’re soulmates... but they’re soulmates and I don’t care what Camila says about Jeronica... they’re meant to be together oops

- CHERYL MY BISEXUAL/LESBIAN QUEEN!!!! MAKING HER FUCKING ENTRANCE!

- but it’s so sad that she made the effort to invite all of them to her party but they couldn’t make an exception to couples weekend... like I know it helped Cheryl get with Toni but that’s just... sad.

- ALSO CHERY’S JACKET IM WHEEZING CALL AN AMBULANCE

- of course Choni had three months of development but we won’t see it 🙃🙃🙃

- can’t really hear what Alice and Polly are really saying... but I definitely heard Alice say “ritual” and you never hear that word unless you’re in a cult wake the fuck up alice you can’t be more fucked up than Betty and Polly you need to help save them

- Dr. Glass... therapist? Mmhm but wouldn’t they tell her that she’s too reliant and co-dependent on Jughead and hopefully break them up? I call bullshit on this therapist

- BARCHIE + FRED WORKING ON A CAR TOGEHER WOW WE LOVE A FUTURE ENDGAME BEING HOT ASS MECHANICS TOGETHER WITH HER FUTURE FAMILY

- “we did it dad” the way he said this... might have made me choke... it was so happy and excited, like a kid. I’m NOT CRYING OKAY

- “just in time” *Fred immediately avoids eye contact with Archie before stating he’s going back into the house* BITCH HE’S GOING IN THERE TO CRY HUH LIKE HE’S THINKING ABOUT HIS SON GOING TO JAIL THIS IS HORRIBLE.

- “the jury is still deliberating, you don’t need to put your house in order” Betty... it’s called JUST IN CASE. Plus it would ease his mind so... shut up lmao

- THE TEARS IN RONNIE’S EYES AS SHE’S CONFRONTING HER FATHER BBY NOOOO

- ALSO SHE HAS TO LIVE UNDER THE SAME ROOF AS HIM IM SO SORRY SWEETIE GO LIVE WITH JUG OR MOVE IN WITH FRED! She doesn’t deserve this you bitch ass Hiram

- also I’m sad that Hiram doesn’t have a bruise from Fred punching him

- I’ll say it until I die but I’m just gonna say it now: HIRAM IS A BITCH ASS HOE! He literally destroyed Archie’s life and devastated his daughter... all for a fucking P R I S O N

- SWEET PEA AND FANGS HAVE OFFICIALLY BLESSED MY SCREENS YAY. Also Fangs your bisexual ass is showing with that extremely open shirt... and Sweet Pea... you fucking too lmao I love Swangs (no hate but I’m also kinda here for Swosie even though it’s just a fling)

- it’s... so annoying... that Hiram is with the Ghoulies, yet makes out the Serpents to be the worst. Like Hiram your bought gang members are cannibals (apparently), and are the ACTUAL gang that sells and distributes Jingle Jangle soooo wtf

- Jug... you can’t send Fangs without backup. I REPEAT YOU CANNOT SEND FANGS WITHOUT SOME BACKUP! He got shot once and I swear if he’s hurt again I’m going to end you. I only care about certain people: Sweet Pea, Fangs, Cheryl, Toni, Veronica, and Archie... so if you get one of them hurt you’re dead to me

- we all been knew that Archie’s tattoo was fake but LOOK AT FP IN GLASSES I’M

- I love Betty with these outfits. They’re really nice tbh

- Alice... you can’t burn SOMEONE ELSE’S JOURNAL! Also yeah it’s filled with negative shit but that’s why it’s written in journals... to vent and get it over with.

- also if you have to reference someone (Edgar) every sentence you know you’re probably too reliant on them

- although what Alice says about sitting still and shit is kinda true I guess. Betty doesn’t need to be constantly figuring shit out but I’ll just pretend I never agreed with the woman in a fucking cult

- is Polly gonna tell her about her Betty’s “darkness” because PLEASE(or the webcamming). When Alice gets better she can call Betty out on her shit.

- Cheryl’s a queen, I love her place, but Moose is here so uhhhh ew.

- SWOSIE BITCHES!!!! I saw gifs of it and I love it

- “not even a tall, cool drink of sweet water like you...” as she STROKES HIS FUCKING CHEST I’M

- but he was so happy and cute “I can’t wait to see you in the hallways”

- BITCH SWEET PEA IS A ROMANTIC WHAT

- the way he leans back into the kiss is everything, and the way he watches her leave I’m star struck goodbye

- you give me Swosie just to immediately go to Mevin? You couldn’t have gone to another couple at least? Don’t ruin the moment ugh

- Kevin... is proposing... a sex pact? Wtf? But Moose looks so uncomfortable, which I find actually pretty sad. Kevin wants someone who’s out, who isn’t afraid to be with him in public and that person isn’t Moose. He was really happy with Joaquin and now that he knows why Joaquin was slightly distant there’ll be no secrets between them so... bring Joaquin back so Joavin can rise again you cowards! Moose needs to find himself, but he shouldn’t bring Kevin with him. He needs to go through this by himself.

- mmhm Reggie not giving a damn about Archie’s (fake) Serpent tattoo... I want to see Reggie apologize to the Serpents (and also find out that Sweet Pea is his brother oops)

- oh Bc Archie asks Reggie’s cool with the Serpents. I DEFINITELY need an apology right fucking now, Mantle.

- “whatcha thinking bout, babe?” BABE. B A B E. BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE BABE

- I have subtitles on and it says “Tee-Tee” NO ITS T-T (or just TT)

- poor Cheryl 😭😭😭

- but also why the fuck is there a couch outside by the pool lmao

- Veronica is constantly about to cry and I’m... with her. I’m gonna cry too STAWP

- YAS JOSIE!!!!

- dilton... we were all excited to see you again but now you’re just being a creepy weirdo so...

- FANGS MY BBY

- UMMMMMM LEAVE HOTDOG ALONE

- lmao Betty seems so out of place at this little Serpent meeting... she really does not belong there

- “the Serpent Queen is a Warrior queen” the next fucking sentence better be Toni or Sweet Pea shutting her the fuck down. If she was a “Serpent Queen” she would ACTUALLY TRULY care about the Serpents instead of joining so she can stay closer to Jughead and shit

- Sweet Pea slightly shook his head in the background so I’m just gonna... pretend he told Betty to shut the fuck up

- Betty’s gonna fuck everything up and then blame it on someone else isn’t she

- Awww Archie overhearing his parents talking about Archie and the trial. “Even I couldn’t stop Hiram Lodge from getting his claws into our son” STAWP 😭😭😭

- Archie thinks that he deserves this? Bitch BETTY is the one who’s done actual (okay well the worst crimes of the group) crimes but her bitch ass isn’t going to jail! She never gets any repurcussions. If anyone deserves going to jail it’s Betty

- Sheriff Minetta... no one misses you

- Betty has her own Serpent jacket... I mean thanks I hate it but I also hate to admit that she looks actually good in it. Still doesn’t deserve to be a Serpent she’s done nothing for them except bone their “leader”

- lmao Cheryl is strong af pushing Betty back into the car.

- Jughead... do you seriously think they’re going to let you leave with Hot Dog? Lmao maybe you do deserve Betty you two are both idiots

- YASSS CHERYL FUCK MALACHAI UPPPPP

- this weird dream of Archie’s was pretty cool. I was confused for a second but still it was really awesome

- of course the one thing Betty ACTUALLY needs and she lies about it. Also, add forging prescriptions to her list of criminal offenses. Can you just once write Betty to be likable? When she comforted Veronica was great (although still need an apology from her) but that Serpent queen line... omfg no

- although they’re a part of a fucking cult Polly is making some great points.

- YOUNGBLOOD BY 5SOS!!

- So... despite being invited by Cheryl to her party they don’t invite her or anyone else to the fucking water hole place? Wtf

- “last one in gets a sticky maple!” That’s... kind of rude considering what Chuck did to Veronica. Speaking of where is Chuck? Did they start that redemption ark for NOTHING? Also the statement is worse when V is the last to jump in...

- wow look at Varchie being the hottest couple (there. The hottest couple is obviously Choni)

- Jughead you’re not supposed to burn the marshmallows

- JUGHEAD YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL ARCHIE TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT YOU STUPID FUCK

- YES BETTY! GET SOME FUCKING HELP

- If Jughead supports this, they will finally being going in a good direction? For once? Like if you’re going to force this disgusting ship on us at least make them healthy and tolerable

- I hate them but the beanie scene was cute. Probably because Cole actually improvised that

- When Varchie’s scene was still much better, hotter, and aesthetic than Betty and Jughead’s lmao thank you Riverdale

- why do they make Varchie cuter when they’re going to end them? This is bullshit

- hey maybe if they make Betty and Jughead cuter (cause let’s be honest they’ve had like two cute scenes that I’ll admit to lol) they’ll end their relationship too

- VEGAS

- what the fuck dilton lol

- “we can talk about this when I get back” wow that’s a surefire way to make sure that Dilton dies

- like I said Archie does something stupid and ruins EVERYTHING.

- Archie... if you’re FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE no one FUCKING cares that they’d have to go through this shit again. I love you but you’re stupid as fuck

- Veronica 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- ARCHIE’S LAST WORDS WILL BE “I love you, Veronica” IM SOBBING

- Veronica’s look to Hiram is lethal and I’m here for it.

- Honestly... if they somehow manage to make this about Betty I’ll scream because we all know Betty has to be interwoven into every plot

- DADS OF RIVERDALE FUCK YEAH

- ALL OF THEM WORKING TOGETHER? YES BITCH

- AND VERONICA STILL HAS TO GO HOME WITH HIRAM?

- honestly though why didn’t they make her testify awhile ago? They said it was too late but her statement would help? She LIVES with the man, she could easily tell them about how much of a master manipulator he is like... what the fuck

- literally Veronica just wear a wire around Hiram so you can implicate him. He legit just told you that he did all of this to get back at you for choosing him over blood (also wow so healthy)

- “you don’t have a daughter anymore” we love and stan Veronica

- so... Jug shouldn’t have gone alone but uhh Dilton is fucking dead

- um what the fuck is with the babies... and also why is Betty convulsing? Probably gonna be blamed on the supernatural instead of her Adderral. (Also I just reached the limit of this holy fuck lmao)

[arizaluca]

Stories and Costumes - Chapter 1

Lol, nobody asked for this. Whatever. I’m bored and can’t get up the energy to actually write good stuff.

Okay, so searching through my old Google Docs, I found this old af ‘book’ that I wrote when I was... ten? I cringe so much reading it now. I couldn’t even get past the first sentence. The name ticks me off too.

Soo... you guys get a rewrite of the first chapter.

Uh

Feel free to let me know if you’d like me to make this a regular thing, I guess xD

“Uh... well, I guess I’m here. And I’m talking to myself. Lovely.” 

Alleria-- actually, scratch that, nobody actually called her that.-- Allie Brown gave the biggest sigh she’d ever given in her thirteen years of being alive, each stomping step sending a cloud of dust the size of a chair pluming out of the wooden stairs that led up to her grandmother’s attic.

Great. She was looking forward to sitting in her room and trying to comb dust bunnies out of her already very-easily-tangled thick waves of auburn hair for the next hour. Why was she up here again?

Actually, scratch that, why was she in her grandmother’s attic again?

Oh yeah. Because her parents were going on their honeymoon, and apparently she wasn’t allowed to come along.

Allie could remember the argument that had dominated her morning as if it was only a few hours ago. Mainly because it had been.

Allie’s lovely mother-- who actually was a lovely woman, despite the sarcasm-- had been cooking an omelet that looked absolutely perfect. Goodness knows that she didn’t inherit her cooking skills from Allie’s grandmother. Allie’s dad, being him, was eating some cheese.

Don’t ask me why he was eating cheese when Allie’s mom was making the prettiest omelet Allie had ever seen about ten feet away from him. Allie’s dad was weird that way.

“Mooom, why can’t I go to the campsite with you guys?” Allie whined for what her dad would say the billionth time that week and what Allie would say the tenth, leaning her faintly freckled cheek on her hand and scowling at her parents over a bowl of cold oatmeal like the mature young lady she was. 

Allie’s mother’s tone somehow managed to stay patient and belay any possible desire she may have had to whack Allie across the back of the head with the frying pan. “Because, as I have said ten times before, Allie, it’s our second honeymoon, and that means we’re celebrating us getting married. You’d do that thing where you mime gagging at us all day.”

“No I wouldn’t!” 

Allie’s dad arched his eyebrow from where he was eating away at his block of cheese.

“... okay, maybe I would, but you don’t know that! Besides, it’s gotta be better than staying with Grandma! She’s so... so... old.” Rather disappointed in herself and grouchy that she couldn’t find a better adjective to describe her grandmother with, she shoved a heaping spoonful of oatmeal to keep herself from saying something stupid.

Which kind of worked because it turned out she’d put way too much oatmeal in her mouth and she promptly choked.

“You got along with Grandma fine when you were a kid, sweetheart. Stop complaining.” Allie’s mom’s response was as sympathetic as always while her father set down his cheese in favor of clapping Allie on the back, nearly making her cough up the entire spoonful of oatmeal and promptly mortify everybody in the room.

Fortunately, she didn’t actually cough it up, and she was able to avoid mortification at the hands of her sympathetic father, who had begun chiming into the conversation with “Alleria, if I can survive your mother’s mother, you can.”

Allie’s mother, had she not been cooking an omelet ten feet away, would probably have flicked him on the forehead for that comment.

“But last time I chipped that super old coffee cup and she yelled at me! It wasn’t even visible!”

“She had a rather good reason, as that was her favorite cup, and you apparently also cracked it on the bottom, Allie, so that’s probably why she went so berserk,” her mother promptly retaliated.

Had she cracked the bottom? She definitely couldn’t remember. The last time she’d visited her grandma in the creakiest old house she’d ever seen had been three whole years ago, when she was still a snotty ten-year-old. No way she’d be able to remember if a cup had gotten cracked.

So she promptly switched tactics. “But she’s such a bad cook! Mom, the last time she made baked potatoes for Thanksgiving I’m pretty sure she gave us all food poisoning! Dad had--”

“Allie, do not bring up bowel movements at the breakfast table,” her dad quickly cut off that route of conversation before it could go further downhill. “Besides, just wake up earlier than she does and cook breakfast. You get grandma points and you don’t get food poisoning. Win-win.”

Once again, her flawless excuse at getting out of this week-long stay at her grandma’s house had been shot down. To make matters worse, her mother decided to play the guilt card. The guilt card almost always worked on Allie.

“Honey, we already told Grandma you were coming, and... well, she’s been rather lonely since Grandpa died. She was really excited to have you come over, and... well, I don’t want her to be disappointed.”

Her mother’s assumption that the guilt card would work was accurate as ever, and Allie found herself watching as her parents drove down the street to their honeymoon, leaving her in front of the old, gray house with her old, gray grandmother.

At least her grandmother could bake, if the desserts at Thanksgiving were any indication. Grandma’s hair, unlike Allie’s mother and her own, was white as snow with it permed. Allie could remember being five years old and tugging on her grandmother’s hair because “I thought they was cotton balls!”

Good times.

“I’ll set up your room for you, alright?” A very awkward touch of a hand to Allie’s wavy hair, which Allie accidentally flinched from-- the smell of mothballs and cinnamon grew to an overpowering extent when her grandmother got close to her.

Her grandmother’s watery blue eyes, which really were nothing like Allie’s angular green ones and which made Allie wonder if she really was related to this woman, widened slightly upon this motion, before they grew sad. “I’m sorry, dear. I know you wanted to spend the week with your parents.”

How did Grandma know this? Did Allie’s mom tell her?

“Here, I’ll set up your room-- why don’t you go explore the attic for a bit? It should be rather interesting up there. I’ve put all sorts of knickknacks up there, so feel free to play with whatever you find.” 

Grandma’s eyes changed again, but before Allie could quite identify what the change was Grandma’s surprisingly strong hands were ushering her to the attic stairs. “Have some fun-- I’ll call if I need help.”

Who was Grandma kidding? In this house? Allie was about as likely to have fun here as she was to trip on a loose floorboard and break her neck.

Wait, that was really likely. Then... um...

This was why Allie wasn’t going into English 8 Honors at school.

With another gusty sigh that made several dust particles hovering in the air flutter around crazily, Allie brushed her fingers along the banister and came up with a solid three millimeters of dust. 

How on earth did Mom want her to have fun in this house? Make a dust bunny family? I mean, sure, it was an interesting old house, but it was apparently mostly populated by dust bunnies and Allie couldn’t breathe in without sneezing.

Deciding against wondering how she was supposed to have fun in a house that smelled like it hadn’t had a good cleaning since the eighteen-hundreds, Allie reached the attic door, trying the old knob door in hopes that it would be jammed shut by boxes and the odd tea set or whatnot and she could head back downstairs with a good reason to not go inside. 

However, this proved not to be the case, and Allie eased the door open so as to not make a hurricane of dust descend upon her.

She was promptly greeted with a cluttered room filled with what anybody could call-- and would call-- useless junk. A chair with a splintered leg accompanied a table with a yellowing doily halfway obscuring several gouges and a burn mark on the surface. Several boxes labelled ‘CLOTHES’ in messy handwriting were piled up so high they nearly obscured the window, and a few more boxes in the corner had fallen over and had apparently burst open, spewing bubble wrap, those weird packing peanut things, and a few decapitated dolls all over the floor, the smallest doll lying crumpled and headless at the foot of a trunk that looked like it belonged in a museum, and not half-buried under yellow newspapers that were fluttering from the wheezing radiator in the corner.

Allie’s sneakers left distinct footsteps in the layer of dust covering everything, knocking a few packing peanuts across the floor as she weaved through the maze of junk over to the trunk, which was the only thing that looked even remotely promising. 

The newspapers were brittle in her hands, and she scanned the headlines of a few (”Stock Market Crash! America in Shambles” was one of them) until she lost interest and set them aside, trying not to rip or make the papers fall apart altogether-- these looked old. This left a beheaded doll at her feet and a trunk that was made of some sort of shiny wood-- mahogany?

(Not that Allie knew what mahogany looked like exactly, but it sounded nice and fancy.)

Her fingers fiddled with the latch of the trunk to click it open, before they stalled as she stared at it, something niggling the back of her mind. Was something wrong with the trunk?

Dust.

There was no dust on it.

“Weird... how old is this thing?” she mumbled, trying to get a better look at the trunk. Of course, being 13 and not exactly an expert in antiques, she had no idea how old it was except for the estimate of ‘very’. “Everything else in the room’s pretty much a dust bunny’s house.”

Okay, maybe Allie really liked dust bunnies. It was fun to imagine a bunch of bunnies made of dust, even if the reality was just that they were big balls of dust.

“But this is super old and it’s... not. And I’m talking to myself again. I need to get some actual friends.” Rolling her eyes at herself for being stupidly observant, Allie took the latch and undid it easily, opening the trunk’s lid a moment later.

At first it just looked like a pile of cloth in there, and Allie was about to shut it again because who cares about piles of cloth, except then she realized that the pile of cloth was sewed. It had a seam.

She reached in, taking a piece of the bright red cloth in her fingers, and lifted it cautiously. When no moths or anything came flying out at her, she stood up, lifting the red cloth with her... except then it turned out it wasn’t just a red cloth, because what looked like a hood flopped out onto the floor as well, contracting some of the dust and revealing a pale blue dress that looked like something you’d wear if you were a girl in the rural countryside in 19-something.

Allie stooped back down and started rummaging through the trunk. Yep, it looked like a bunch of costumes were in there. Little Red Riding Hood (she could only assume because, uh, yeah there was a red hood over here), Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, whatnot.

“... is Grandma a seamstress or something?” Allie racked her brain, but beyond complaining about Grandma for the past week, she couldn’t really remember Mom ever trying to convince Allie to go by saying “she makes really neat costumes!” or... something along those lines.

Should... should she ask Grandma about this? After all, Grandma had said to explore the attic, but she wasn’t sure if that applied to putting on a costume or something. 

(Yes, of course Allie wanted to try on the costumes. They looked really pretty. What do you think she wanted to do, throw them into a fire?)

Maybe the costumes were just meant for show? No, because then they’d be on display. Or maybe they were just too old, and that’s why Grandma had stuffed them in a trunk up here to collect dust. Though they were spotless compared to the rest of the attic.

Well... Grandma had said to feel free to play with whatever she found. Playing dress-up (ugh, there had to be a term for it that didn’t take Allie back to feeling like she was six years old) counted as playing, right? Maybe Grandma had intended for Allie to try on the costumes? Or maybe she just wanted Allie to play with the headless dolls?

Well, now she was confused. She supposed she could excuse Grandma for her unclear wording by trying on one of these really, really well-made costumes. Honestly, if the source of the costume wasn’t a bunch of fairy tales, Allie would’ve called them cosplay.

Picking up the Little Red Riding Hood dress-- at least, from the position it was in in the trunk, she could only assume that the dress went with the hood-- she squeezed into it, t-shirt and jeans shorts still on underneath.

To her surprise, the dress didn’t feel awkward like it usually did when you put on clothes over another set of clothes-- it just felt normal. With that, Allie took the cape(cloak...? Cloak, it sounded better) and shrugged it on, fastening the clasp under her chin and flipping up the hood.

“I wish there was a mirror. Then again, I probably look dumb, so maybe I don’t want a mirror,” she mumbled to herself, checking the attic for even a cracked mirror to confirm whether or not she looked stupid.

A moment later, that became irrelevant, because a blinding light seared her eyeballs a moment later and made her squeeze her eyes shut. I guess I found the mirror and the sun happens to be shining on it at a really bad angle, she thought, rather resignedly. Yep, that was just her luck.

After what felt like forever but was in fact 3 seconds, Allie started blinking the spots out of her eyes, reaching up and rubbing them to make the spots go away before blinking her eyes open.

And then blinking again.

And then rubbing them again.

“... okay, I’m starting to wonder if dust makes me hallucinate.”

Allie didn’t care that nobody was here to see her, because she was now in a rather dark forest with tree leaves throwing weird light-and-shadow patterns over the beaten dirt path she was standing on, clusters of bushes around said path, several of them decorated with thorns, and lots of drying grass. Not to mention the intricately woven basket that felt like there was stuff in it. 

She checked the basket. Yep, there were a few truffles inside (gross, fungi), an apple, a banana, a few sandwiches that Allie brushed past in order to get a better look at and got a smear of mustard on her hand, and a small glass bottle of... prune juice.

“Okay. Yep. I’m hallucinating. Definitely hallucinating.” Allie took a few steps forward, expecting to ram into the trunk or step on the tiny doll or on a packing peanut. Instead, her sneaker thudded onto nothing except hardened dirt.

“Dreaming, then. The costume has a sedative in it and made me fall asleep.” That didn’t sound very likely, but who knows? There’s probably some way to get sedative into a person through a dress or a cloak. Allie reached out and gave her forearm a good, hard pinch.

And then promptly yelped a swear word (ooh, swear words. She was so impressive and such a bad girl.) when her forearm started throbbing, with no chance of her waking up.

“Okay. Okay okay okay okay okay, I’m... uh... I was knocked out and-- yeah, no, okay, I can’t figure out a logical reason for how I got here,” she muttered a moment later, already starting to feel her chest tightening with fear.

Most people would probably have started freaking out right about now. Allie remained perfectly calm and collected.

I mean, she was internally screaming like a three-year-old girl on fire and her brain was yelling “ERROR: DOES NOT COMPUTE” but you know, she at least wasn’t sobbing like a baby right about now. That was good. She could handle this.

Maybe.

Hoooooooooooooooly moly so this chapter was originally longer but taking a look at it, I realized it was already stupidly long, so I decided to split it into two chapters. Hence why I’m uploading two chapters of this.

Thanks for coming to this thing haha why are you reading this this is so bad lol

[imagineproduce101]

Park Jihoon Mafia AU

warnings: sexual harassment, mentions of shock/panic/anxiety

everyone in your high school knows who park jihoon is

he doesn’t have ANY friends at school and he never talks to anyone

people say that they’ve seen him get into fancy black foreign cars after school 

and this guy in your homeroom swears he saw tattoos on jihoon one time when they were changing for gym

and of course, the rumors conclude that he must be part of 101, a notorious gang in your town

you choose to just ignore these rumors, opting for not judging him

when the new semester in school begins, he’s assigned as your deskmate

you’re a bit intimidated by all the rumors and how he never talks, but you decide to ignore it

he just stares out of the window the whole day or checks his phone

one day he gets a message and obviously panics

during lunch you’re getting something out of your locker when he comes up to you

“(y/n), can you cover for me? an emergency came up.”

you were surprised that he was even talking to you, but you nodded

“(y/n), where did park jihoon go? is he skipping school?”

“no, teacher, he felt sick and had to go home.”

the next morning, you see him and send him a thumbs up

“thanks.”

you still try not to be intimidated by how short with words he is

you have cram school that goes pretty late into the night, so you often have to take the bus home at 11 or even midnight

one night, you��re leaving at 11 when you realize a group of guys is following you

they start saying stuff to you, so you tell them to leave you alone and duck into a convenience store

you just purchase a pack of gum or something random, waiting for them to leave

and you don’t realize it, but jihoon sees you and notices how uncomfortable and scared you look

you leave the convenience store and continue walking and get to your bus stop + board quickly

and you realize the guys from earlier are also on the bus

you want to get off, but the bus already left the stop

you take a seat towards the front and try to just ignore them but one of them comes and sits down next to you

“hey baby, why don’t you come home with me tonight?”

“i asked you to please leave me alone”

“ay, don’t play hard to get, babe”

suddenly someone’s punching the guy

“she told you to leave her alone, punk”

jihoon yanks the guy away, glaring at him

the bus driver is like uM is everything okay?

jihoon reassures him that nothing happened, and turns to glare at the guys

“this is our turf, you’re lucky that i’m not calling my hyungs to take care of you properly”

you’re still really shaken up from what happened and you don’t really realize what’s happening around you

the guys get off the bus grumbling and jihoon turns to you, immediately taking off his school uniform jacket and draping it around you

“are you okay? did they touch you?”

you shake your head, letting yourself warm up in the jacket

“you’re safe now, i’ll make sure those guys don’t bother you again.”

you two sit in silence for a while, jihoon periodically glancing down at you to make sure that you’re not crying or going into panic or anything 

“what’s your stop? i’ll walk you home.”

“thank you, jihoon-ssi”

jihoon glanced down at you with a small smile

“jihoon-ssi? aren’t we deskmates?”

“well yeah but we’ve never talked”

“you can just call me jihoon, don’t worry”

he walks you home and makes sure that your parents are home and everything in case anything happens

“thanks again”

jihoon nods

“i’ll see you tomorrow!”

your parents are already asleep, so you decide to tell them the next day instead of waking you up

the next morning you’re shoving your stuff into your backpack when your parent’s like 

“(y/n), there’s a boy here to walk you to school?”

and you rush to the door and your mom’s like

“um excuse me did you get a boyfriend young lady”

“no, mom, i’ll explain when i get home!”

jihoon is standing there awkwardly, his hands are shoved into his pants pockets

“hey, i figured i’d go with you to school since i live pretty close to here.”

“oh! let me just go get my stuff, you can wait inside if you’d like”

jihoon stands in the hall awkwardly while you rush to get your stuff

he’s walking me to school....why

when you get back your mom is chatting excitedly to jihoon while he just stands there

when he sees you he looks super relieved lmao

the bus ride to school is a bit awkward? but jihoon actually talks for once

“your mom is nice”

“yeah, she can be a bit much sometimes, but i appreciate all she does for my family and i”

“she seems sweet”

when you guys arrive at school people immediately start talking about how you guys arrived together

“do you think they’re dating....”

your friends immediately start asking you questions at lunch and you explain 

you’re super embarrassed by all the attention you’re getting

like geez it’s just going to school together, not posting a couple picture on instagram...

he also picks you up and goes home w/you from your cram school?

“....i was in the area”

that night when you explain what happened w/the guys to your parents your dad wants to drive you home from cram school but you convince him that you’ll be fine with jihoon

your mom approves of this new plan bc she likes jihoon

(and his face lol)

so it becomes a regular thing, him walking with you to school + back from cram school

one day this random ass guy shows up on your porch

“hi, i’m here to walk you to school!” he says cheerfully

“um, who the hell are you?”

“i’m jihoon’s hyung, mentor, brother, thing”

“.....right.”

you get a text from jihoon like a couple seconds later

“i’m not going to school today, so i asked my hyung to walk you. be safe please!”

wow your heart isn’t speeding up at aaaaaall

“i’m ong seongwoo, at your service!”

“ok.”

you two are riding on the bus when he looks down at you in amusement

“you really don’t seem like jihoon’s usual type”

“we’re not dating.”

“oh, believe me, i know.”

you side-eye him

he snorts

that night after cram school you ask him where jihoon is

“oh, he didn’t tell you? he’s in the hospital.”

“THE HOSPITAL?”

“uh yeah, he got shot...”

“SHOT?????”

“yeah, his run got ambushed.......”

blank stare

“oh shit he didn’t tell you.”

you stare at him blankly

“where the hell is he?”

you text your parents some bs about staying over at a friend’s house and have seongwoo take you to the hospital where jihoon is

he has a private room

and all these super handsome guys in suits are standing around the room

you just kind of barge past them

“sorry kid, i thought she knew!” seongwoo yelled sheepishly

“yah, park jihoon, how the hell did you get SHOT?”

“ey, it’s the girl, maybe we should leave...” you hear someone say, and everyone kind of clears out

jihoon looks awful and he has a huge bandage over his right pec

“you’re here?”

he looks really surprised but also a bit pleased?

“stop smiling asshole, why are you hurt?”

you hit him on the arm, making him groan in pain

“don’t hit the invalid, please!”

“oh, sorry, sorry” you check to make sure he’s okay, fussing over his blankets and stuff

“so you wanna tell me why you got shot”

jihoon just kind of stares at you for a moment, reaching over to push your hair behind your ear

wow cheesy af

you blush obvs

“you know the rumors about me at school?”

“that you’re an asshole?” you asked bluntly

“no, no,” jihoon groaned “that i’m in 101″

“oh... yeah? and?”

he kind of just stared at you

and you stared blankly back at him and then oH

“are you trying to tell me you’re in a freaking gang?”

Jihoon just kept staring

“park jihoon, say something! my crush is literally lying in the hospital because he got fucking shot and he just told me he’s in a fucking gang and now he’s not saying anything?”

this stupid self-satisfied smile spread across his face

“stop smiling, you stupid jerk!”

“you like me?”

“what? n-no?” blushies!!

“you totally just said you liked me”

“...”

“yeah”

“i like you too~”

 “don’t be irritating”

jihoon reached down to lace his fingers with yours

“aww, young love” seongwoo stuck his head into the room, making you roll your eyes

“jihoon, out of all the guys you could have sent to pick me up for school, you sent that idiot?”

jihoon starts wHEEZING

“lmao jihoon’s girlfriend roasted seongwoo” “shut UP jaehwan”

jihoon pulls you down and kisses you gently

AND THEN HIS FUCKING HEART MONITOR STARTS BEEPING HELLA FAST LMAO

(since his heart was beating really fast)

you start laughing at him as his face turns bright red

“aw, cute”

you kiss him again wowow

you know that he leaves to go do his duties after school while you’re at cram school

and every day you kiss him and tell him to be safe

“i know, babe, i will be”

you get to know his hyungs pretty well

they inform you that he’s been crushing on you since he overheard you defending him that he wasn’t in a gang (before you knew him)

“but you were in a gang”

“yeah, but you were so trusting in the fact that you shouldn’t trust a book by it’s cover, i couldn’t help but like you!”

“and he would talk about you EVERY SINGLE DAY”

“shut up seongwoo”

jihoon would be like bright red but you’d find it totally adorable

if he ever can’t walk you to school, he doesn’t send seongwoo anymore lmao

you’re not a huge fan of his involvement in 101 but you understand that it’s not really something he can leave

you’re just worried for his safety

one time you bring him home to meet your parents and they actually really like him?

i mean he’s charming and sweet

your dad is suspicious at first but warms up to him

and when he’s leaving you kiss him goodbye quickly on the front porch

and as you’re heading back inside, he does the wrist grab™

he kisses you again but this time it’s way deeper

like lip biting, fast heart beat, hands gripping hips deep

and you pull away breathlessly, kissing him again lightly 

“what was that for?”

“just wanted to let you know that i really love you”

you hug him, letting your head rest against his chest so that you can hear his quick heartbeat

“i love you too, babe”

a nice intro to this mafia universe :) this one was like dipping your toes into the pool to see if it’s cold?

**unlike the harry potter scenarios, i HAVE NOT pre-written this series. as soon as i finish a scenario, i will post it.

[sweetlysilent]

Chicken Noodle Soup

Requested By: Both Anonymous

Hey :) How about a Peter X Tony sickfic ?☺️ That would be wonderful xxx

Helluu, a fanfiction where tony stark is sick and Peter cares about him. That’ll be great💚💙💜

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark (Dad goals af)

Description: Where Tony gets sick and Peter takes care of him with an endless amount of Chicken Noodle Soup.

Warnings: It’s really cute, slight swearing, and Tony is dad goals to Peter but we already knew that !!!

Word Count: 2,196

A/N: I hope you don’t mind, I added the reader into this also because I though it made the story flow a lot better and it was easier to write it that way :)) So therefore, I kinda changed the request up a bit, but it’s still so funny. Enjoy!

Incoming Call From: Y/N

“Shit, nononono end call, end call.” Peter whisper yelled, but he was too late, up on the screen came Y/N, and beside her was Tony.

“Mr. Parker!” Tony spoke casually, taking his glasses off nonchalantly, as you sat next to him.

“Sorry Peter, he took my phone since you wouldn’t answer his call.” You shrugged, picking at your nail polish as Tony rolled his eyes.

“Yes, next time, answer my call. Anyways I needed to talk to you.” Tony coughed, making you scoot away from him as Peter was cautiously looking around him.

The boat soon blew its horn, making Tony’s eyes widen and his eyebrows raise in curiosity.

“What was that? Where are you?” Tony questioned skeptically, making Peter nervously swallow as he glanced around and saw the bad guys meeting.

“I-I’m at band practice.” Peter nervously responded, but Tony wasn’t having it.

“That’s strange, Happy told me you quit band practice two weeks ago..” He trailed off, looking into the screen as Peter’s eyes widened.

“Yeah well, I gotta go, end call!” Peter shouted, before flying off the side and interrupting the bad guys meeting.

“Hey guys, am I late?” He asked casually, as the bad guys whipped their guns out to shoot him.

You on the other hand were stuck in the car with an angry Tony Stark, making you groan.

“He’s doing some stupid shit isn’t he?” You asked, making Tony nod his head and instantly call someone on his phone.

“Like usual, I’ll probably have to fix his mess.” Tony groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“Not to be rude or anything Mr. Stark, but you aren’t looking so good, are you okay?” You questioned, noticing how pale he had gotten and how he was starting to sweat a little bit.

“I think I’m coming down with something, Cap probably gave me it knowing him.” Tony rolled his eyes, as you did your best to hide your laugh.

You both soon arrived back at the Avengers compound, Tony flying off to save Peter’s ass like usual.

You on the other hand were watching the news, seeing a boat had been cut in half and was sinking in the middle of the ocean, and sure enough there was Peter, trying to save the day, before Tony flew in, fixing the ship.

He was so dead.

You eventually went to bed, you heard them both arrive late in the morning, around three am, Peter was being scolded by Tony, probably for the millionth time.

You decided to find out more in the morning.

Bright light soon shone through your window, making you cover your eyes before you forcefully made yourself get out of bed, going to get your morning cup of tea.

You spotted Peter sitting at the table, a distraught look on his face as he pushed his food around on his plate.

“Morning Spidey.” You smiled, making his head snap up at your voice, his eyes narrowing at you.

“It’s Peter, you know that.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes slightly, someone was in a mood.

“You know, if you want to be in a bitchy mood, you can go somewhere else.” You suggested, putting the tea bag in the hot water.

Peter groaned, covering his face before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that.” He glanced over at you, as you gave a slight nod in response.

“I know, I saw what happened, but just because it did, doesn’t mean you should take your frustration and anger out on others alright?” You sat down at the table, pressing your spoon against the tea bag.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, I’m just annoyed that Mr. Stark doesn’t trust me enough. He took my suit.” Peter sighed sadly, as you listened carefully.

“Well, you’re still great without it Peter, we all know that, I’m positive Tony knows that too.” You hummed, taking a sip of your tea, which was delicious by the way.

“I know something you can do, to make up for what you did, it’s not going to fix things instantly, but it should help bump you up.” You offered, making his face light up a bit.

“Tony is sick, and I have to leave, therefore, that leaves you, I bet if you help take care of him, you’ll work some magic.” You smiled, motioning towards the cans of soup.

Peter nodded, getting up and looking at all the different types of soup.

“Since that’s settled, I gotta go, see ya later.” You waved, before exiting to your room, and getting ready.

Peter on the other hand was still looking over all the soups, there were so many choices, and he had no clue which soup Tony liked.

He eventually decided on Chicken Noodle Soup, one of his favorites that his Aunt May would make him when he was sick.

He put it in a bowl, heating it up, before putting it on a tray with a glass of orange juice, before walking to Tony’s room.

He hesitantly knocked on the door, hearing a ’come in!’ before he entered, seeing Tony laying in bed, tissues scattering the area.

“Parker, what are you doing here?” Tony wheezed out, before coughing and groaning.

“I brought you some soup, y-you know to help you f-feel better.” He responded nervously, wanting this to be a start to a recovery.

“Oh, thank you.” Tony replied, sitting up as Peter placed the tray in his lap.

“It’s Chicken Noodle.” Peter smiled, proud of himself as Tony gave an approval nod as he ate the soup.

“Thank you Parker, this was really generous of you.” Tony smiled slightly, before laying back down.

“Everyone kinda left, so I’ll be here if you need anything.” Peter offered, as Tony nodded, before exiting the room.

As Peter walked down the hallway, he gave fist bump to the air, it was already working.

A few hours passed and Peter had given Tony some medicine, some more orange juice, and lots of Chicken Noodle Soup.

Peter was now in the kitchen once again, making another can of Chicken Noodle Soup, a grin on his face.

In a way, Tony was a father figure to him, he was someone that actually saw something in him, and it meant a lot.

Therefore, all the soup making and orange juice giving, it was like he was taking care of his own dad, something he never thought he’d ever do in his life.

“Knock knock!” Peter spoke through the door, as Tony allowed him in.

“Parker, let me guess, Chicken Noodle Soup?” Tony rolled his eyes playfully, a small grin on his face as Peter laughed, handing him the tray once again.

“How’d you know? It’s the special soup of the day!” Peter joked, making Tony laugh slightly.

Although Peter had made a lot of destruction in the past twenty-four hours, Tony was glad Peter was there to help take care of him, sure there was a lot of soup, like A LOT, but Peter was willing to look past everything, and so was Tony.

“You know, kid, I really appreciate you doing this, you didn’t have to.” Tony spoke up before Peter left, making him stop dead in his tracks.

“I know, but, I mean, you mean, you know?” Peter stammered, unable to find the right words, making Tony nod in understanding.

“I know.” Tony smiled, making Peter smile back before leaving his room, the smile never leaving his face.

Tony on the other hand, was having his sixth can of Chicken Noodle Soup, secretly praying he’d be feeling better tomorrow before he became a Chicken Noodle himself.

Eventually everyone returned back to the compound, checking in on Tony, before heading to bed.

Peter did the same, but not before giving Tony some orange juice, then heading to bed.

The night went by fairly quick, surprising Peter as he woke up to the smell of bacon cooking.

He stumbled out of bed, seeing Tony cooking breakfast, something that he wasn’t used to.

“Mr. Stark, you’re feeling better.” Peter spoke, as Tony gave a small smile, nodding at him.

“Indeed I am, please, sit.” He motioned to the table, where Peter sat down, unsure of what was happening.

“You know, being sick, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I’ve decided to give you your suit back, I know you were just doing what you thought was right, and when I was your age, I would of done the same thing.” Tony explained as Peter listened intently, playing with his fingers anxiously.

“Thank you Mr. Stark, I won’t let you down again, I promise.” Peter swore, making Tony chuckle as he put some food down on a plate and gave it to Peter, who was a bit shocked.

“I know you won’t, eat up kid, big day ahead of us.” Tony winked, making Peter’s smile widen, before he dove into the breakfast, which was amazing.

Tony soon left the kitchen, going to get ready himself, as Peter sat there eating his food, his heart racing with excitement.

He got his suit back, Tony wasn’t disappointed in him, he was proud of him.

“Hey Spidey, or should I say Peter?” You asked, walking into the kitchen, starling Peter, before a smile broke out on his face.

“Hey Y/N, your plan worked by the way, so thank you.” Peter smiled, making you grin, nodding in approval.

“I told you it would, Tony is a sucker for soup.” You laughed, once again making your cup of tea before joining Peter at the table.

“So you got the suit back?” You questioned, sipping your tea as Peter nodded in response.

“Yeah, I think I’m going on a mission in a few, Mr. Stark even made me breakfast.” Peter grinned, bragging to you, making you laugh slightly.

“Congratulations, you must feel very special.” You teased, making him blush slightly.

“You know, I couldn’t help but notice every time I see you, you’re drinking tea?” He commented, making you raise your eyebrows slightly.

“Sore throat, helps ease it.” You responded vaguely, watching Peter carefully as he processed what you said, his eyes widening.

“Oh my god, you’re sick! You’re the guilty one!” Peter whisper shouted, a smile on his face as you sipped your tea again.

“Shhh he doesn’t need to know.” You laughed, as Peter laughed with you, however Tony soon found out it was you and not Cap.

“Hey Y/N, I have someone that wants to see you!” Tony smiled wickedly, making your eyebrows raise slightly, you weren’t allowed to leave your room now since he’d discovered you were the one that had gotten him sick.

Therefore, this was Tony’s punishment to you.

“THe SoUP oF ThE DaY iS ChIcKEN NoOdLE!”

[sweetnestor]

Story of Another Us | Week 2

university au, platonic af

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I’m hanging by a thread

“How have you been?” asked my therapist, Helena. “Has anything happened since the last time we saw each other?”

I recounted the last week and a half. School starting, commuting between uni, my boyfriend’s house and my house. Trying to avoid the green man living at my house.

“And how have you been coping with it?”

Mentally shutting down.

“My boyfriend’s dog is very comforting,” I said, which wasn’t a lie at all.

Helena took notes, scribbling on her clipboard. “That’s interesting. Why do you think dogs are so comforting?”

“They don’t judge you. They still love you, even when you’re a giant mess,” I explained. “I don’t know how my boyfriend feels about having to constantly reassure me and help me through panic attacks. It must be exhausting for him. But his dog just sits with me until I feel better.”

“You know Bella, I’m sure your boyfriend loves you no matter what. The fact that he’s come to these sessions with you says that,” Helena reassured. “Why didn’t he come today, iIf I may ask?”

“Oh, he’s just working.”

“YouTube work?” Helena knew all about our jobs as YouTubers, it was partly the reason why I would see her every week.

“Yeah, he’s behind schedule,” I said.

“Oh, does that affect your relationship in any way?”

“Yeah, I mean…” I shrugged out of habit. “It’s harder to see each other or spend time together because we’re both so busy with filming and I have school and a job on the side. I mean, we do see each other because I stay with him during the week, but y’know… still busy.”

Helena kept writing on her clipboard. “So you’re both very occupied during the day, and the relationship is still happy and satisfying?”

“Of course! We always find a way.”

“Well that’s good! It’s a sign of a healthy relationship. Anything else happen this last week?”

Jack came to mind. I wasn’t sure what to say about him, but it just began to spill out.

“My boyfriend’s friend, also a YouTuber, is staying here for the semester. Like, he’s going back and forth between Mark’s house, my house, and uni, like I am. And he’s nice, he seems to mean well, but I’m a little overwhelmed,” I admitted.

“What’s this friend’s name?”

“Jack.”

“Why do you think you’re overwhelmed by Jack?”

“He’s an extrovert, he’s very talkative and loud and energetic. He’s staying in my house on weekends.” It sounded really stupid and rude when I said it out loud.

“You’ve told me that you don’t like meeting people, correct? Does Mark know that?”

“Yeah, he keeps asking if I’m okay and if Jack makes me uncomfortable.”

“He hasn’t caused you any harm or threatened you, has he?”

I shook my head. “No, not at all. He’s actually… really, really sweet.” I felt like such an asshole.

“Why do you think you feel this way? Is it because you’re introverted?”

It’s because of anxiety disorder, the thing you diagnosed me with. Stay with me, Helena.

“I don’t know, it just happens,” I said. “It happens with everyone I meet.”

“You think new situations are scary?” she guessed.

That makes me sound really childish. Granted, I wasn’t really giving her much to work with. I usually spoke more when Mark was here.

“Well, look at it as if your mind and body are protecting you. You don’t know a lot about Jack, right? So, in away, you’re bracing yourself in case he steps out of line?”

“I guess. That seems to make sense.” Do I actually feel that? Who knows? Not me!

I didn’t feel any better after the session. I was practically complaining about poor old me and my living situation. Poor me with a college education. Poor me with a nice boyfriend who lets me stay in his house.

The ache in my chest was getting harder to ignore once I was driving home. I thought talking it out was supposed to help. I thought I would have felt better after therapy. I had to pull over in a Walmart parking lot so I could pull myself together.

I rubbed my hands together, only to feel really… strange. I was extremely aware of my hands. I kept looking out the window, paranoid that I was being watched. I kept checking the gear shift to make sure I was still in park. I wanted to cry. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was going to die.

And then my breathing went short, confirming my fears. I was dying. My short twenty three years were ending.

I felt small and trapped. I felt cold, but I was sweating buckets. I was too scared to get out of the car in case anyone saw me being a complete trainwreck. I could hear myself wheezing but it didn’t feel real.

My phone buzzed, making me jump and cry even more. I grabbed it, my hands shaking and still very there and tried to speak. I only retched and coughed.

“Are you dying?” It was Jack. Of all fucking people. He sounded amused until he heard me sobbing. “Bella, are you okay?”

“Mark…” I managed to get out.

I heard some commotion on the other line. I cried some more.

“Bella? What’s wrong? Where are you?” my boyfriend sounded calm, but concerned.

“I’m d-dying…” I cried.

“Are you hurt?” he asked me.

“I-I’m… panic.. Help…”

“Okay, Bella,” Mark said, “listen to me. I know it’s scary, but you’re in a safe place. Can you tell me where you are?”

I tried to listen to him. I tried to focus on where I was before death came for me. “Walmart…”

“Okay, good. Me and Ryan are going to come and get you. Okay? You’re going to be just fine. Bella?”

I hummed.

“Can you breathe for me? Take one deep breath.”

I tried. In through my nose, out through my mouth. I was still hyperventilating and shaking. I was still dizzy.

“Can you do it again?” he asked gently. “You’re doing good. We’re on our way there. You’re going to be okay.”

~

Mark drove me back to my apartment once I was calm enough. I preferred to be in my own home after a panic attack mainly because I didn’t want to face anybody at Mark’s house. It was too embarrassing. Being around other people would just bring my anxiety back up again, and home was my sanctuary.

“Do you know what set you off?” asked Mark as we entered the small vicinity.

“Nope,” I replied, immediately going to my bedroom.

Naturally, Mark followed me. “What, it just happened out of nowhere?”

“Well, that’s how it usually is,” I said, indifferent. “I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that.”

“No, don’t do that,” Mark firmly said. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. It’s not your fault this happens.”

I sighed, plopping down onto my unmade bed. “Still, you don’t deserve to put up with me like this all the time.” It’s also frustrating when he asks why. Honey, I wish I knew.

“Hey, I am more than happy to help you get through it,” he reassured. “And I’m glad that you trust me. I know you’re not choosing to have anxiety. I just want you to know that I’m here for you when you need me. Don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed when you need help. I’m happy to help, and Ryan was too when I asked him to come with me. The boys are all worried about you.”

I couldn’t help the eyeroll. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m serious. You should have seen Jack’s face when he realized you weren’t okay.”

“I don’t want people worrying!” I finally snapped. “I don’t want his pity, I don’t want anyone’s pity!”

“It’s not pity! They actually care about you! They don’t want you to suffer like this, and neither do I! Why do you get so upset when someone cares about you?”

I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Here he was, trying to make me feel better, and I was just shitting on it.

It’s not that I was upset. It was just hard to process the fact that someone is willing to be around me, or even be willing to date me even though I’m like this. I felt like I was too sick and too unstable. But I couldn’t tell Mark because I would get another “why” and I was too tired for that.

I wouldn’t blame him if he left me, but at the same time I didn’t want him to leave me. And I really couldn’t tell him that because it was all sorts of manipulative. There were a lot of things I couldn’t tell him because of manipulation. I was so toxic, I really didn’t understand why he wanted to be near me.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” I knew he wasn’t asking out of spite or annoyance, deep down. Very deep down.

I shook my head.

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

~

Mark spent the night, even though it meant he couldn’t record and upload his first video of the day on time. I tried not to feel guilty. He recorded at my house, but he had to edit with Matt at his, and I was a heavy sleeper. He said he didn’t want to wake me up since I had a hard time yesterday. Meaning, we were back at his house around the time Jack and I were supposed to go to campus. About twenty minutes before Mark’s second video was supposed to go up. Oops.

Besides that, I was expecting the awkward, “elephant-in-the-room” silence when Jack came out to join me in the car. He was the one who found me in my distress. I didn’t mind silence, typically. It wouldn’t be the first time I was the cause of awkward silence.

“Morning!” he cheerily greeted as he took Mark’s place in the passenger seat.

“You kids be good now!” Mark called as he walked to the front door.

“Bye, Daddy! I love you!” Jack returned.

“Oh my god,” I chuckled under my breath.

“How are you, Bella?” Jack asked me, clearly in high spirits. Surely he wasn’t speaking mentally, or following my panic attack from yesterday. He was just being polite. Right?

“I’m good,” I replied. But my stupid ass still said, “Sorry you had to hear me over the phone like that yesterday.”

He waved it off. “Don’t be sorry. I did get a little worried, but Mark said you were okay. And you look and sound okay.”

“Yeah, well, he stayed with me, so it was all good.” As long as I remained indifferent, I wouldn’t feel guilty.

The silence I was originally expecting happened only for a few seconds. Jack could never stay quiet.

“Can I ask you something about your anxiety?”

“Sure.” I felt my stomach sink.

“Does it happen, your panic attacks and such, does it happen randomly or do you get triggered?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“Both,” I replied. “Like the one from yesterday was unexpected. But there’s also certain things I can’t do because it will make my anxiety spike.”

“Things like what? Or is that too personal?” He sounded a lot more sincere now. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to tell him.

“Well,” I began. “I can’t go to parties, unless I’m already intoxicated, and I don’t really drink much to begin with. I can’t go to stores where I know the employees go up to customers and talk to them. Can’t make phone calls. Oh, and so help me god if I find a bug anywhere in my house. And scary movies. Well, actually anything horror I can’t handle.”

Jack nodded, listening intently. “That must be really hard to live your life around that. Wait, so if you don’t do horror, does that mean you don’t like Halloween?”

“Unfortunately, no.” That was one thing I got laughed at for, but so far he was taking it seriously.

“Oh, well that sucks. Does Mark know all of your triggers?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at keeping those things away from me and helping me through my attacks. Way better than the last person I dated.”

“Did you ex-boyfriend know about your anxiety?”

Here we go. The moment that will determine if I really can be friends with this guy.

“Ex-girlfriend,” I corrected. “She knew, but there were a lot of things going on that tied in with my anxiety. She didn’t really know how to handle me. Can’t say I blame her.”

“Well, still,” Jack said. “If she knew you were in distress, wouldn’t she try to help you?”

“You’d think,” I replied. “But things were just as hard for her. She hadn’t come out yet, and her family was honestly the most homophobic group of people I had ever met. It was hard, they would get suspicious. I had to break up with her.”

“That must’ve been hard... “

“Oh, it was. And after we had broken up too. It was really hard. But I found Mark some time later and things got better. He makes me really happy.”

“I can tell.” There was a pause. “You make him really happy too.”

I smiled, yet I found it hard to believe. “Really?”

“Yeah, he’s so much happier! I remember him telling me over Skype when you guys first started dating. He was really giddy! I think you changed him.”

“Really?” My voice went up and octave.

“Yes! He’s absolutely crazy about you!”

Oh god, don’t squeal like a little girl. Don’t giggle like an idiot. Stop blushing!

“You really like him, don’t you?” Jack said, seeing the look on my face.

I nodded, my face red and my heart fluttering.

~

“Why do I need a physical education class?” whined Jack. “The place is closing anyway!”

“They’re probably trying to suck as much money out of us as possible,” I replied. “On the bright side, you get to deal with me for another whole hour and fifteen minutes!”

More like I was dealing with him. Not going to lie though, it would be interesting to see if Jack could stay quiet in a yoga class. Yes, Jack, of all people, was going to take yoga with me. It was only because all the other classes were either canceled or full, and he had no other choice. So now it was three out of four classes I had with him.

“I don’t even have a mat or anything!” he said as we approached the multipurpose room.

“There’s some you could borrow,” I told him. “It’s actually really fun once you get used to it.”

“We could do the yoga challenge!” he joked.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” I told him. “We should do it once we’re good enough.”

“Or we could do it while we suck because it’ll be funnier.”

We made it to the MPR. The instructor was already there, along with other new classmates. Jack went to her to make sure he was added to the class roster. I unrolled my mat in a spot in the back of the room, and then I removed my shoes and put them by the wall behind me. Not long after, I saw Jack with his own borrowed mat, unrolling it directly in front of the mirrors. He looked back at me, gesturing for me to join him. I actually debated it, but then a really short girl with dark brown and blonde hair took the space next to him.

I only watched her because I recognized her. She unrolled her mat and then went to the back of the room to drop her backpack and take off her shoes. She didn’t even notice me staring. It was the captain of the dance team. The girl with the dance solo that broke my gay little heart. In all honesty, she looked downright angry, like she didn’t want to be here.

Of course, when she took her place at the front of the room, Jack talked to her. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but I could see her expression through the mirror. She was not interested in anything he had to say. She probably would have snapped on him if the instructor hadn’t brought the class to order.

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