#sorry if this is all this blog becomes . i still need to redo it so bad

[dracanboys-m]

sticker of shame on top of my head that says "i turn everything i love into a monster hunter au". some boys that bite just dropped

[kasdan]

summary: you ask vil to paint your nails and he takes time out of his very busy day to do so

pairing: vil schoenheit x afab!reader

warnings: SMUT. mean!vil, slight dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), piv (unprotected), cockwarming, light choking, i’m new at writing smut so sorry if it sucks

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am writing all twst and any gaming content on my side blog @slight-gaming-addict feel free to check it out<3

you want him to take time out of his day just to do your nails?

of course, he agrees, but he’s going to make sure that it’s worth his while

clicks his tongue and shakes his head when you go to sit in the seat next to him and he motions to the ground in front of him

has you kneeling before him as he pulls his length out of his pants and pushes it into your mouth

you can’t be happier to have him in your mouth, but the happiness doesn’t last long and it soon turns to torture

“i don’t want to see any tears, don’t want to have to redo your makeup”

you can see the smirk on his lips as he says this and you know you’re in trouble

as he does your nails he’ll make spontaneous thrusts into your mouth causing you to choke around him

takes his sweet ass time doing each nail, especially when he sees you struggling beneath him

it’s soon impossible to stop the tears falling from your eyes

when he sees this he puts the cap on the nail polish and gently pushes you off of him, carefully as to not mess up your freshly painted nails

you stand up, trying not to touch anything with your hands and he pulls you closer by the belt loop on your pants

grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, pushing your face up to survey the tears drying on your face

his thumb runs over your bottom swollen lip before he stands up, telling you not to move while he’s gone

he comes back, seemingly taking his time as he strides over to where you stood with your hands still held out to not smudge your nails

sets down the makeup he gathered while he was gone and sits back down in the chair he was in previously

looks back up at you, bringing you closer once more before pulling your pants off your legs, your bottom half becoming bare before him

pulls you onto his lap, causing you shudder as he forces you down onto his length

“since you didn’t want to listen you can sit there as i work to fix your mistake”

starts to fix the smudged makeup on your face telling you to sit still, but it’s hard when you can feel him nestled that deep inside you

will purposely move his hips a lot more than he has to so you feel him move inside you

you scrunch up your face at a specific movement and the grip he has on your jaw tightens before he stops working

won’t continue working until you’ve rested your face again, making it take more time for him to finish and you to sit there

you whine and shift your hips to get more friction when he puts the makeup down on the table

“did i say you could move?”

vil’s hands grip your hips and stops your movement causing you to let out another whine

takes his time to add different things that you know he doesn’t need to add, and is just doing it so you would be forced to sit there longer

he finally puts everything down letting out a small breath and running his hands up and down your hips

you don’t dare move, scared he’ll pick up one of the brushes again to start

he tilts your head up with his fingers to survey it once again and your half lidded eyes meet his causing him to smirk at you

suddenly picks you up and you latch onto him desperately trying not to ruin any nail polish that isn’t completely dry yet

sets you down on so you’re back is laying against a table and he starts to piston in and out of you at a fast pace not giving you any time to prepare yourself

you wrap your legs around his waist attempting to pull him closer

he leans over you to get better positioning causing him to slide deeper into you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling the shift in your core

you hear him chuckle above you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him as you feel him snake one of his hands down to start placing tight circles on your clit causing electricity to course through you, back arching and legs bringing him even closer so he reaches deeper inside of you

you forget or just don’t care enough to be cautious of your nails in this moment, which you’ll surely pay for later, but you can’t think of much with how vil’s fucking up into you

he repositions himself with his hand nestling around your throat, squeezing slightly, other hand still rubbing circles into your clit, which is just enough to send you over the edge with a cry

vil grunts in your ear and you feel him release himself into you, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before pushing himself up off of you

when you catch your breath you look down at your hands and realize the polish on them have been smudged

you gulp and look up to see vil’s darkening eyes staring directly at you

you’re going to have a long night

buy me a coffee ♡

[theanomily]

Regarding the H.I.V.E. birthday bundle, specifically my less-than-satisfactory contribution to it:

(Under a cut because I estimate this to be about 1000 words).

The shortest way I can say this is "sorry."

In a longer form, I acquknowledge that Wing is a beloved, respected character of the H.I.V.E. series, becoming a favourite of many, and ranking highly in the minds of everyone else. If anyone deserved better treatment in this event, it was undoubtedly him, not to mention the real-life disappointed H.I.V.E. fandom.

I also acquknowledge that this was probably the largest communal event since the release of Bloodline three years ago and that the date on which it was announced was long enough ago to counter any explanation I could possibly give, especially since I, as a minor, have more time to commit to any one project than an adult burdened with full-time employment and more significant responsibilities than I. Yet I shall offer one regardless and leave the perception of my character at the mercy of your own individual judgements. It is as follows:

Some of you might remember me directing a post to an "anon" threatening me in January, which I have since deleted. This is actually not a recent or isolated issue- not even for my blog, although I doubt that anybody remembers her posting so-called "edgy" stuff on it back in like 2019. But if you do, fun fact: it was the same person. This person used to be my friend, then a "girlfriend" and is now something of an enemy. As well as threats, there has been blackmail and cases of physical violence committed against both me and my other friends. The reason I bring this up is because she followed me to the store I worked at sometime mid Feburary and provoked me there too. I was stupid, I shouted at her, and I was rightfully fired as a result. And the reason I mention this at all is because it has been hell finding a new job, eating up the time I had specifically set aside for this project.

Then, the entirety of March I more or less dedicated to finally reading bloodline (I read it twice more after my initial "live react" posts so I could actually get the juice out of it).

On the 23rd of March, my cat died, and to be brutally honest, I spent the entirety of April not doing anything that wasn't complete brainrot (hence the surge in my blog activity 💀).

May brought with it UCAS exams (UCAS points being what you need in the UK to get into university).

June brought the results, one of which was a C in physics, a grade that my school, family, and peers viewed as an unforgivable failure. As such, I had devices as well as other "distractions," including my books, taken away until the end of July so I could focus on resitting everything. Additionally, I was forced to go to school two hours early for extra lessons, given hour long detentions until the end of the academic year and had to have random meetings during my breaks to really rub in how stupid I am (no exaggerations are being made here; my head of year managed to drag calling me the r slur into a forty minute rant on one occassion).

Then, in August, my uncle got into a car accident and requested that myself and my parents fly over into Zimbabwe to help him. Fair enough, but in the time it had taken us to get over there, the man had gone off-grid (as he has a habit of doing) and we still have no clue of his whereabouts.

I promise I will make amends, and the only path I can see heading towards this objective is completing and redoing what you have seen for this project alongside a few other elements I had planned to incorporate into it. To be more specific, I will:

- Finish the birthday bundle.

I'm sure you've noticed that the "playlist" and "prompts for you" categories are missing from my offering. This will be rectified, and I will add these to the original birthday bundle post so it can be completed. I had elected to avoid those categories as I figured that having a few tasks done to a "rushed and painfully mediocre" standard would be better than having a small amount of awful content for each element of the bundle. The reasons why those two categories were chosen to be neglected were that a) no music I know at all aligns with Wing and b) I had not noted that the "prompts for you" was an existing section and only remembered when reading through the example Otto post, meaning I had not left myself enough time to sit with and revisit ideas to see if they really were any good. Additionally, that fanfic is nowhere near finished. I do plan to edit the published chapter and then continue it, and I shall try my best to stick to frequent, regular updates of a higher quality and quantity than I have presented you with thus far.

- Improve what I have given you

I plan to drastically improve my digital art for each "mini" picture that's in my work- you can see that there's a very, very good reason why I kept them all mini. When I'm done, they will be transformed into something that can at least be posted at their full size without risking the health of your eyes.

- Add to what I've given you

I know I've done very few headcanons, so I'll be sure to focus on Wing for future ones that I'll publish on my blog. In all likelihood, the next post of mine will be a much longer list of Wing headcanons. And even if it is not next, it will still hopefully be in the near future.

My initial plan for the "Wing art" was to make a rudimentary physical model of him. I can't promise it'll be of high quality since the last time I did this, I was four years younger, working with better materials, working without keeping it a secret, and crafting the fox emoji rather than an entire person. I also can't see how the colour green, which is what I was assigned, will fit in. But I'll do it anyway.

Something that I played with a bit while waiting for the prompts to be given out was character art. Currently, I have WIPs for Shelby and Laura and have posted a Ms Leon. I want to do something for every character, and Wing will most certainly be included in that, so I promise I'll take extra care to do him justice when I get around to him. Consider it to be like a non-picrew alternative to the cover image.

I also have a physical drawing in the works, though I confess this too shall probably take a while in the interest of refining skills before applying them so I don't waste the one piece of sketch paper I bought.

Once more, I am so extremely sorry for what I have done, and I will ensure that never again shall this height of inadequacy be reached and inflicted onto people who deserve so much better.

Thank you for reading

[thisisascene]

This is a Scene

This is a scene. It has words and sentences. 

I just finished trying to push back the table so it wouldn’t rub against the back of my laptop and make an odd grating sound and feeling.

I made a new paragraph and fixed a typo. The red line from Grammarly is still underlining feeling. There are now more.

I think I might make a side blog for these things. Part of why I write is to share. I want others to enjoy my ideas. Otherwise, I wouldn’t put in the work of writing them down.

I’m supposed to write a thousand words a day as part of my goal. I haven’t been doing it. I felt I didn’t need to because I’m working on an outline. I’m stuck on the outline. I am stuck because I am trying to write horrible people becoming better. This is hard because change is hard, and I want it to feel believable. I’ve been studying failed redemption arcs in the same franchise to avoid repeating those same mistakes.

I am wondering if I should polish this. I think I will, but italicize the changes. Keep the flow of thought feel.

Back to the outline. You know how Rome had really cruel punishments to prevent crime and treachery? My characters are the ones who would have carried it out. They enjoy it. They think they are in the right. How do you convince a Roman executor of cruelty that the punishments are too cruel? How do you convince them that how you carry out cruelty matters? That enjoying pain is wrong? (Is it?) What is too much cruelty?

(Btw you can answer those questions. I��d love the help. But I highly doubt anyone will see this. Kind of freeing and disappointing that thought.)

I am stuck thinking how easiest to make all my edits in italics.

This is fun. It feels nice. I have had a hard time feeling nice lately. (I am torn between starting a new thought and going back and adding a sentence somewhere else. I will add the sentence and some parentheses. Ended up adding way more than one sentence. I’ve lost the thought.)

I’m reading over some of the past words, and I was just noting I had written 366 words. But, of course, that number has since changed. Counting words feels a bit like counting seconds. So perhaps to cease writing is to make time stand still.

I like writing. It’s important to me. I worry how I will find time for it when I have a job and or children.

I notice that the Google Doc did not save my title for this file. I’ll have to redo it since I think I will make more of these.

I’m supposed to be journaling, too. Does this count as journaling?

For the second time since I started writing this “scene,” I remember that I have an online friend who has multiple Tumblr accounts that she keeps unconnected. That I don’t know the true main. Will this side account be like that?

It doesn’t bother me that my friend has all these hidden layers. I think it is far too much work, but she can keep her secrets. She can reveal them when she wants to.

I miss my boyfriend.

I think I will keep this very disconnected. Dare I share this at all? Are my feelings on love and my struggles in it too sacred for the public? For the page?

But we all struggle in love. That is what makes it love, for if there is no love, we would not choose to struggle and just leave. Fair weather friends and all that.

615 words.

The scraping thing happened again. I’ll try to fix it.

I can’t. My mother has changed the table arrangement again. I had to move the dog off the couch and I am bothered that I had to leave my original comfy spot.

There’s a lot of red on the page. That’s a lot of italics.

I can hear my mom and sister talking in their animated way.

Will my posterity find this entry useful? Will they be able to understand it? I should date this on the doc. Tumblr will record the date, but who knows if the hellsite will still exist. I hope it does. I hope Tumblr is still here when the world is bathed in fire.

I am a Christian. That might bother you. I really am writing for Tumblr now, so sorry to any future descendants reading this.

I really can’t keep my religion and beliefs out of anything, can I? I’ve always been that way. It doesn’t bother me.

What do I write about now? I feel like I want to keep writing forever. The flow of words is what I live for. I’d try my hand at being an author, but it keeps turning into fanfic. I’ve written about that before elsewhere.

I had a brief thought about what I will call the side blog. I made a side blog before but never posted to it. My mother had some words to say about it that snuffed the idea. She was right.

Apparently, I am spelling side blog wrong.

There is going to be a lot of italics.

I had one creative writing professor. I didn’t much like him. I felt the class was a waste of time. He wanted us to write scenes, but I still don’t know what counts as one in his mind.

Just deleted a sentence. I don’t want to talk about the professor anymore, I guess.

936 words.

On my outline, I often wonder if I should scrap the story all together. I want these characters to change because I have plans to explore what they will do with that change in the future and what others will do about them. But I wonder if perhaps I should give up those plans because I won’t be able to properly write them changing. They really are quite awful.

But I believe anyone can change. Some are more likely than others. These characters are very unlikely. But so was Darth Vader until Luke came along. I must find the circumstances that will bring about their change. It is very hard to figure out exactly what those circumstances would be.

1057 words. Time to wrap up the “scene”. I haven’t been at it for very long. I’d ask you what I should write about next, but that might cramp my style. You may ask anyway. We will see what happens. At least now, no matter what else happens today, I will have written something.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

ohh noo😭😭 about ur glasses but also losing ur work😭😭 my mind is like hey at least it wasn’t ur fic though… i hope u were at least still on the clock/paid to redo it😓😓 that’s really unfortunate, i find if i lose something like that i usually just don’t want to bother doing it again… so having to would suck sm i’m sorry :(

i think i will probably have a misc blog at some point, but i also just don’t write that much or that often, like im more into little drabbles and even then they’re often not comprehensive enough to post on their own.. and like, i’ve written a few short fics atp but there’s smth about reading my own writing that im like, this is not hot? lmaoo or at least when there’s too much plot going on,, like i know build up is good and i like build up and i like adding to the plot but sometimes i feel i get carried away with that and don’t describe enough sexy stuff lol and then im just like. not super happy with it. but, whatever it’s fine.

i have an anton fic in mind (like a short fic) and it’s not that dark, like dubcon, maybe, if that, but i want to write more dark stuff but im so scared honestly seeing the responses to other dark content writers… sigh. so idk.

i’m just rambling in ur inbox as usual but yeah🤕🤕 kinda want to come off anon too but i’m also like.. being so dumb and im scared to lol

- 🥟 anon

I don't get paid by the hour so I got paid exactly the same 😭💔, it was nothing too crazy either thanks to god, I think it was only like 7 pages and I got it all done in a night so I call that a win (also because I'm sure a fanfic would've taken me a lot more to rewrite since they're usually 10 pages minimum 💀)

Oh god that happens to me a lot too! I feel that my sex scenes have become pretty repetitive and they don't feel like real smut anymore, but I'm also afraid that happens because my English vocabulary isn't the most amazing one ☠️ (still, let me tell you, I LOVE a plot, I need something going on to feel connected or if not I feel it a bit too cold even if it's the nastiest sex scene 😩🥺)

It's okay if you want to try lighter stuff, you could still send me your dark thoughts and I'll gladly read them! 🩷🩷🩷🩷, do what you feel more comfortable with honey, I'm sure you'll do it amazing anyways!

Don't worry, like I said, take your time, whenever you feel more comfortable with coming off anon, I'll be here, just like I'll be here to read your writing or ramble together 😂🩷

[dandelionflower]

I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

[fncreature]

You Don't Need to Compare to the Godlike (2)

Because the best lovers always start, and end, at friends

Part One: I Can't Compare to the Godlike

A/n: Sorry this took a little while! I've been busy, we started redoing my house a bit, and then Empires ended so I was pretty distracted. I tried to make this one a touch more lighthearted (ish kinda not really), but I hope you enjoy!

Thanks to @divalicious-jessa-blog for prompting me to write a part 2, and for all your support!

Your sobs were quiet, but not silent.

You did your absolute best not to cry, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

And that was because he was right.

Peter was right, and it tore your heart into pieces.

On paper, there was no choice; Ikaris would win, everytime. But Peter, you and Peter had history. A past that you and Ikaris would never get.

You met Peter before everything.

Before he was Spider-Man, before you became an Avenger, before even Iron Man.

Because the best lovers always start as friends.

It took five years of just friendship to become more.

It took two years of being more to become broken.

You had been on comms with Peter when it happened. You were with Steve, him with Stark.

Both of you had lost that day.

Neither of you would ever admit the amount of time you spent in an embrace on the battlefield, or the amount of tears that were shed.

The rift between the two of you had been obvious, but the both of you ignored it. Because you loved Peter, and you wanted to keep loving him.

And Peter was the bigger person. He recognized it, and did his best not to break your heart.

He did, but he tried.

And you felt so, so guilty.

“Y/n?”

You looked up immediately.

Ikaris. It was Ikaris. Half of your pain.

“Go away” You told him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, obvious concern and worry in his voice.

“Go away” You repeated.

“Y/n” “Stop it, Ikaris! If you want to know why I’m crying then go f*cking ask yourself! Just- Just go, and don’t try to talk to me” You shouted, a harsh bitterness in your voice that Ikaris couldn’t understand.

“I just-”

“Go”

And to your relief, he actually did.

Not to your relief, he sent Bucky back.

“Hey kid” Bucky smiled softly, leaning in your doorway. “Need anythin’?”

“Stop it, Bucky” You said, trying to wipe away the tears that were still rapidly spilling down your cheeks.

“Hey” He said, sitting down next to you on your bed. “What’s wrong?”

His voice was so sincere and soft, and you hated it. You hated everything, especially Ikaris.

“Peter. Ikaris. He-” “If that b*stard hurt you I will personally go kick his *ss right now, is that something that needs to happen?”

You laughed a little. “Possibly”

“What’s going on, huh?” Bucky asked.

And without thinking, the story fumbled out, and as soon as you finished, Bucky stood up.

“Parker‘ll be here in fifteen or so, I’ll grab you a hot chocolate, and then I’m gonna go kick that Eternal’s *ss, ‘kay?” Bucky asked.

You would never tell, but Bucky was you favorite member of the team. Because he was overprotective of you, he felt like a father to you, and you loved that about him.

“Just don’t let him hurt you, okay?” You asked.

“Parker, Ikaris, or the stove?” Bucky joked.

“Ikaris, but don’t let metal touch the stove again” You chuckled, smiling slightly.

“Will keep that in mind” Bucky nodded, before walking off.

He was true to his word though, he brought you a hot chocolate, and Peter.

Peter stood awkwardly as Bucky walked away.

“What’s going on, Y/n?” Peter asked.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, setting your cup on your nightstand. “Pete, I am so, so, so sorry” He looked a small bit concerned.

“You were right” You breathed. “And I’m sorry, but not the reason you think. I hope, at least. Peter, I made a mistake. A few massive f*cking mistakes, actually. You don’t have to win me back because I’m bringing myself back.”

“Y/n I told you, if you love him, please don’t get hung up on me and-”

“I don’t love him, Peter! I don’t and I’m sorry! It- I used to like him, maybe a little but it was never full love, it never was. But- I- I think what sealed that image’s frame was Ikaris. He’s perfect on paper, and I think he loved me. But I don’t love him, I love you”

“Mildly off topic, but do you hear punches or something outside?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, ignore it” You said, hiding a grin.

“Anyway, Y/n, I told you, I can’t compare to-”

“You don’t need to compare to the Godlike! And you shouldn’t have to because you’re perfect too! But he’s Superhero-perfect and you’re perfect for me. He may be everything someone would want, but I’m not someone. And if you want me back, I’d be unbelievably happy to throw myself back into your arms and punch Ikaris in the face”

Peter snickered a little. “Are you sure?” “Of course” You said. “Petey”

And in the blink of your eye, you were in his arms, and you were both crying.

“Y/n, is this really what you want?” Peter asked softly.

“You’re everything I want”

~

You held Peter’s hand tightly as you walked to the rec room.

“Hey guys” Bucky said, looking up from a book. “How’s it going?”

“How’d the fight go?” You asked, looking away from Peter’s expression of bewilderment.

“Went better than I expected. Turns out, if you don’t let him use any of his powers, he’s surprisingly weak.” Bucky shrugged.

“Huh” You nodded.

“I’m sorry, can someone please explain?” Peter asked.

“Ikaris is the reason we broke up and I told Bucky so Bucky went to kick Ikaris’ *ss after he brought you” You explained.

“So that was the punching?” Peter asked, and you and Bucky nodded.

You and Peter had just sat down when a battered, bruised, Ikaris stormed in.

“What the actual h*ll, Barnes, I thought- Oh, hello Y/n” Ikaris said, immediately switching tones when he noticed you. He also noticed you holding hands with Peter.

And it was all he was staring at.

“Ikaris, if you didn’t know, me and Peter have been dating for two- Petey does the blip count since we didn’t technically break up?” Peter shook his head. “Two years”

Ikaris bit his lip.

“I assumed you had broken up when I saw you crying earlier, but-”

“That was actually your fault, sir” Peter spoke up.

“I was informed” Ikaris replied harshly.

“I’m sure Sersi would love to love you, so you’re not outta options, so you can go now, Ikaris” You said.

“What happened to us being friends, Y/n?” Ikaris asked.

“You not wanting to stay that way”

“Damn” Peter mumbled under his breath.

Ikaris quickly moved out, his face turning a red hue.

“Honestly, I thought there’d be a lot more yelling and crying in that discussion” You remarked.

Peter nodded.

“I love you” You whispered to him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, your lips met.

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

She Who Shan’t Be Named - Part 4 | Sweetheart (Steve x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, intercourse, suggestive language, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Steve x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.4k Masterlist: LINK

(hmu if you want adding to the tag-list for this series)

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“Knock knock.” Steve’s voice echoes in the living room where (Y/N) is alone, sat watching some show on Netflix and eating a bowl of pasta.

“Afternoon, Cap.” She greets, flashing a wink his way.

The man laughs and shakes his head.

“Afternoon, (Y/N). How’re you doing? You settling in okay?”

“As courteous as ever, Steven.” She avoids his question.

His grin remains as he approaches the couches.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to the couch across from her.

“Are you asking me permission to sit in the living room of your own home?” Her voice is half-serious half-joking.

He laughs nonetheless and takes a seat.

“I’m trying to make you feel comfortable.” Steve offers.

“You’re Captain America, I don’t think there’s much you can do to make me feel uncomfortable.”

Another chuckle.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“You can hold me to a lot of things.”

“What?”

“What?” She mimics, Steve smirking and shaking his head.

“What’re you watching?” He asks, trying to make conversation.

“Nothing you’d know, old man.”

Another laugh.

He relishes in it for a moment. The happiness. The genuine, relaxed atmosphere as he feels carefree and welcomed.

“Try me.”

“Big Bang Theory.”

“Hey, I know that one! Tony hates it.” Cap boasts, (Y/N) giggling herself.

“I know, that’s half the reason I love it so much.”

More laughter.

What Steve doesn’t notice is the way the woman spends more time eyeing his body up and down. The way his biceps are on full display, along with his abs, in the tight light blue t-shirt he’s wearing. The way she’s imagining what his beard feels like against her lips. And the other lips.

Sitting her pasta bowl down on the coffee table, she stands up and approaches the blond, watching his eyes lock with hers, eyebrows quirked in curiosity of her movements.

She stops directly in front of him and he’s all too curious.

“You okay?”

“When was the last time you fucked anyone, Steve?”

His eyes widen and he almost chokes on his own saliva at the question.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard, Rogers.”

She maneuvers herself so her knees are bent on either side of the man’s thighs, sitting on his lap.

His arms are almost up in surrender, not daring to touch the woman.

“Did I stutter?”

No. But he does.

“I, uh, you- what’re you doing?”

“Waiting for an answer.”

“God. Uhm, a while? Like three or four years ago.” He confesses, still looking bewildered at the woman.

“Was it good?” The woman continues, leaning forward so her chest is pressed against his, her lips by his ear. “Did you enjoy it?”

“I- what- it was alright.” Steve stumbles over his words.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Captain?” Her voice is no louder than a whisper, her breath making goosebumps prick his skin in the room that’s almost too hot.

“Not quite the word I’d use.” He manages.

“No? What word would you use?”

He hesitates again, eyes widening even more so as she gently takes his hands in her own and rests them on her hips.

“I don’t know.” Steve whispers, locking eyes with her once she’s pulled back enough to do so.

“May I kiss you, Steven Rogers?” She asks, whilst she wants this and is confident, she doesn’t want to do anything to make the man in front of her uncomfortable.

He opens his mouth a few times before deciding on the right answer.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m always full of good ideas, Captain. Allow yourself to indulge in a little bit of fun every now and then.” (Y/N) whispers, leaning forwards and pressing a gentle kiss to the man’s lips, feeling him reciprocate it instantly.

His hands squeeze her hips just that bit tighter when he does, the woman internally grinning at the feeling.

She pushes the boat out and kisses him harder. Deeper. Faster. Wanting to see where his limits are.

Their breathing is heavy, Steve taking over the kiss without even realising it himself.

She slowly pulls back and loves the way he follows her, not wanting to stop.

“Look at the state of you, Stevie.”

The nickname makes a small whimper escape his mouth as he pulls back and meets her eyes once more, looking half guilty half desperate.

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t know-”

“None of that. I don’t want you to be sorry, Cap, I want to know how much you want it.” She teases, voice husky as her hands reach up to his face, stroking his beard.

The man gulps.

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Stark will-”

“This isn’t about Stark; this is about you and me, Rogers. He doesn’t need to know.”

She presses her lips to his again, grinding down on man so very subtly, but enough to feel the growing shaft in his jeans.

“Fuck,” Steve whispers between kisses, the pair pausing as they enjoy the feeling of her movements.

“Language.”

He can’t help the smile that forms at her comment. He squeezes her hips a little harder.

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop. You’re gonna-”

“Gonna what, huh, Cap? Gonna make you horny? Gonna make you hard? Gonna make you fuck me?” She interrupts, actions becoming more and more needy with every word she speaks.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He groans, head lolling back onto the sofa.

“Not an answer, Steve.”

“We really shouldn’t.”

“Fuck me, Cap.”

And that’s his limit.

He tosses the woman aside so she’s on her back on the sofa, adjusting himself so he’s hovering over her.

Her eyes glisten with anticipation as the man unbuckles his jeans before unzipping them, yanking them down enough to reach for his, now, rock-hard cock.

“Turns out that America’s Sweetheart isn’t so sweet after all.” (Y/N) teases, hoping to get him a little riled up.

“Shut up.” He manages to groan, yanking down her leggings and panties in one go. “How’re you so wet already?”

The vulgar words coming from a man like Captain America do something indescribable to her core.

“Can you blame me, Cap?”

He groans again, leaning over the woman and pumping his shaft a few times as he admires her body beneath him.

“Oh, you like that one, huh?” She teases, noticing how he reacts whenever she uses the title.

“God, will you shut up?” The man whispers, not at all harsh, rather begging.

“Or else, what, Captain?”

With that, he presses his cock to her entrance and slides in slowly. Inch by inch. And there’s a lot.

“Fuck!” Steve growls as he sheaths himself inside her.

(Y/N)’s eyes roll to the back of her head at how big he is. She genuinely hasn’t been this full in her life.

“Language.” She barely manages, but it’s quickly followed by a gasp and a moan as he pulls out and slams back into her.

She swears the man just shattered her cervix.

“Fuck, Steve!” She moans, hands wrapping around the man, nails digging into his clothed back.

“Language yourself.” He manages through clenched teeth. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Is this just alright for you?” Her voice is mocking but struggling as he continues to pump in and out of her.

“You’re far more than alright, sweetheart.”

The words catch her off-guard but she pays no mind as she indulges herself in how good the man feels.

“Feels so good, Stevie.” She whimpers, Steve groaning and fucking her harder and harder, sweat forming on his face but he doesn’t care.

He’s never felt so good.

“Yeah? God, sweetheart, can feel you squeezing me.”

Filth.

“Want you to make me cum, Cap.”

Another moan from the man, cursing under his breath.

“Better yet, I want your cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re killin’ me.”

They’re going at it for a few moments longer before Steve is stuttering that he’s gonna cum.

Without second thought, the woman pushes herself back, dropping to her knees on the carpeted ground and opening her mouth wide, tongue sticking out.

Steve groans once again at the sight and pumps himself until he’s moaning her name and blowing his load into her mouth, (Y/N) making sure that she doesn’t miss a drop.

“Not bad for America’s Sweetheart.” She states once they both catch their breath.

Steve chuckles once again, redoing up his trousers and helping the woman up off of the floor.

“You’re gonna do things to every person in this building, you know that?” He smiles, both collapsing onto the couch and leaning on one another, eyes moving back to the TV where the next episode of her show is on.

“That’s the plan, Cap.”

Another laugh.

“We’re glad to have you, sweetheart.”

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[bourbon-ontherocks]

Okay, all i can think abt is how morgane felt the entire season alone dealing with her problems without reaching for any help. She swallowed a lot of crap during S2 (ex. her house being evicted , her ex-husband leaving her twice, her dysfunctional family, her friends who felt betrayed by her, her own kids turning their backs on her and her blatant jealousy towards roxane). She was surrounded by the people she loves but she actually never felt LOVED by them. Or at least that's what she thinks of herself: she feels she doesn't deserve to be loved. This all leads us to the "who could love me?" line. Morgane has experienced loneliness before (ex. her weird relationship with her mother brought her to grow up faster than any young adult) but now that she actually has someone around her she WANTS to be loved, as she should. But she doesn't know how. We can tell that the few times where she was truly happy was with karadec (ex. the freaking dance scene) and him being the only one to give her a shelter speaks volume. She needed a friend more than a lover this season and i think morgane has finally find both. His answer in 208 is what morgane wanted to hear and his true feelings for her showed afterwards with the kiss. They could be a thing if they want to, but in order to do so morgane has to deal with her shit and try to love herself a lil bit more. Because she deserves to be happy (with herself and with karadec too 👀).

Heeeyy!! ❤️❤️

Again, so sorry for taking literal ages to respond to this, I have been incredibly busy lately but I couldn’t wait to dive into this...

Okay so first of all these are topics that I feel I’ve abundantly rambled about in the HPI anon thread (here, or here), and now that I think about it, perhaps you would be interested in browsing through the entire Julia's adventures with the HPI anon tag on my blog as I’ve discussed raved about most of my views on this season in these posts (if you’re on mobile, the link won’t work but I think all you have to do is search for the exact same tag in the search bar on my blog page? Or you could directly search for the #hpi analysis tag on tumblr which is where I store most of my ramblings... Idk tumblr is weird sometimes), ANYHOW, the short answer to this ask is yes, yes, YES to all of this!!!!!

For perhaps the first time in her life, Morgane’s got a support system and friends, although she still needs to realize it. You’re right, she does love the team but she doesn’t feel loved by them although they keep showing her that they do: helping with redoing her house, inviting her to dance, hosting her at their respective places, fighting for her when Roxane threatens her job... I mean, Daphné excepted, every action of Morgane’s colleagues screams “we love you and we care about you”, if only she could see it that way...

“She needed a friend more than a lover this season” The way this speaks SO MUCH to my heart, yes, for fuck’s sake YES she needs a friend so bad, and just -- uuuuughhh!!! 😭😭😭

I wouldn’t say that Karadec is the only answer to that, though. Sure, he’s become the person in the team who’s the closest to her and who knows her best (and I’m not talking about the kiss here but rather the time they spent together, the sort of intimacy they developed, the things she told him in the pre-kiss scene, and I personnally can’t stop thinking about the fact that she probably disclosed the least information she could to the others re Romain and her own internal meltdown, de facto making Karadec the only witness of her vulnerability 😱😱), but also I think that she needs a frienship outside of a romantic interest, so I would love to see her develop a closer relationship to Céline or Gilles, because the fact that she’s currently in love with Karadec might affect the benefit of his friendship (something something unbalance and unhealthy codependance).

[imaginesmai]

Sebastian Stan- Wired Autocomplete Interview

Requested by anon. I know this is not exactly what you asked for, but since I saw your request I had this idea, I’m sorry! I couldn’t really write it any other way... I hope you like it! Besides, it wouldn’t be my blog with a tiny bit of angst.

Plot: fans watching your interview with Sebastian are going to get more than what they bargained for.

“Hello! This is Y/N Y/L/N, from Capitan America: Winter Soldier”

“And this is Sebastian Stan, doing the wired autocomplete interview!”

The bright white light that was in front of you was turned off, and you heard someone from behind the cameras to cut for a few minutes. The introduction was done, and they wanted to make sure it looked good before going on with the main part of the interview. Whispers started filling the room and you dropped the happy fake smiled you had on your face.

Sebastian’s arm, that had been sprawled on the backrest of your chair, fell down, and he moved a few inches to his left. Your stylist gave you thumbs up from the other side of the room, signalling that he didn’t need to redo your hair or make up. So you got stuck those five minutes before the interview with the person who you didn’t want to talk.

Your happy and cheerful attitude had already disappeared, and you decided that your shoes were the most interesting thing in that room. More interesting than your boyfriend, who was sat beside you and didn’t have the courage to look at you in the eye. Not after that the previous night argument.

“Hey, um, h-hi Y/N”

You looked up to see a teenage girl with big helmets on, her hair up in a small ponytail. She was wearing the identification of the interview, so you guessed she was part of the crew. Smiling sweetly at her, you nodded.

“So, uh, could we take a picture?” she asked, fingers playing with cords of the headphones. “Or not! I don’t want to invade you, I-I know this is not exactly professional but, I’m such a big-“

“Of course!” you interrupted her rambling and got up. For the occasion, you had chosen a beautiful blue dress with white flowers, and you were glad you did. Because your other option was the old pyjamas bottoms and torn t-shirt from your best friend.

“That’s-That’s so cool” she giggled, taking her phone out of her pocket. “Thank you so much, this-this is the best day of my life.”

“Don’t worry” you said, smiling at her. “Maybe we could ask my manager to take the photo”

“I’ll do it”

You turned on your heels to see Sebastian with a tight smile, offering a hand to the girl. He got to his feet too, and took a few steps backwards to take a good photo. It was the first time you really looked at him since last night, and he looked awful. Tired eyes, bags under them and chopped lips. He seemed more like a homeless man than a famous actor. All of it because the stupid argument.

You had had it before. Actually, you had had the same arguments since the second month of your relationship, and you had been dating for two years already. Neither of you liked to argue about it, but you couldn’t reach an ending point. While you said it was time to make public your relationship, he was against it. Bad publicity for you, too much stress, the press being too pushy or not being ready for it. You had heard all type of excuses by then, and none of them convinced you that what you had with Sebastian had to stay hidden.

The flash hitting your eyes made you blink in surprise, and Sebastian lowered the phone with a small smile on his face. He looked at the photo for a few seconds, and then gave the phone to the girl. She melted in ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re so cool’s before leaving giggling and jumping a little.

Back in your seat, you folded your hands in your lap and fidgeting with the ring. As if he was testing the water, his hand itched closer to you. It was his fingers moving a little; up and down, as if he was tapping in a table, only that each time they moved closer to your leg. You were almost touching, so in a few seconds, his hand was resting on your knee, and you took that as a peace offering. Sure, you would have to talk about it later, but for the interview it was alright.

You put one of your hands on top of his, feeling how they were much colder than yours. On the contrary of what people used to think, his hands were as cold as ice. You put your fingers in between his, and he had to swallow down a smile. For the first time since he met you, he didn’t care about people watching you linking hands. Last night he had been too close to lose you.

“We start in five!”

Some people started running behind the cameras, trying to get everything under control so that the interview could start. The girl who had asked for the photo had the white tabloids in her hands, ready to be handed out to you.

“Five!”

You squeezed his hand one last time and gifted him with a small smile, letting him know that it would be alright.

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Sebastian’s laugh filled the room when the next question was revealed; what does he uses on his hair? Your face as you read the question changed from happiness and joy to complete horror. You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering why someone would wake up and ask themselves what does he do with his hair. Joking for a few minutes about how his hair should be something protected at all cost, you continued with the next question.

If you were being honest, you were having a good time. Interviews usually got boring after the third in a row, since all of them asked the same. You liked doing them, though, but that one was being your favourite so far. And Sebastian, without a doubt, your favourite partner.

“What… God, why are this things so difficult to peel off?” you whined, trying to get a grip on the white cover.

“To answer the question, is Y/N Y/L/N a diva? Yes, she is. She needs someone to peel off this things because she doesn’t want to mess up her nails” Sebastian teased, looking straight into the camera, and you slapped his shoulder playfully.

“I can’t stand you”

“You love me”

Yeah, you loved him. You wanted nothing more to than to kiss him right there, and to stop the gossiping about him dating fans who he took photos with or his cousin that came to visit once a year. You forced the thoughts out of your head, not wanting to be seen annoyed or disappointed in the interview.

“Finally” you chuckled, when the paper came off. “What was Sebastian’s first film?”

“Oh, God” he closed his eyes and a faint blush covered his cheeks. Sebastian laughed and looked at you briefly. “You know it?”

“What? It was some teenager shameful comedy?”

“No, I-“ he cut himself before saying the name of the film, and you looked at you with raised brows. “You know it! I told you the last time we were playing Mario Kart!”

A few laughs were heard from the crew behind the camera, but you didn’t mind them. Playing Mario Kart with Sebastian could end in two ways. First one, each one of you in either side of the couch with scowls in your face and aggressively sneaking glances. The other one, video game long forgotten in TV and you riding him in the couch. You rarely payed attention to what he talked about.

Blinking confused, you tried to remember what his first film could had been.

“That-That one with the witches, and so?”

“W-What? What witches?” Sebastian laughed, not bothering to hide the way he was starting at your thoughtful face. You scrunched your nose and resisted the urge to nip at your finger.

“You know, that one where you’re the bad guy. With, with spells and black eyes and those things. There is also, like, a scene with a pool? That’s the only thing I remember, you were shirtless.”

“The Covenant?” Sebastian asked, as if he was not entirely sure what you were talking about. It was common of you to gush ramble about his ‘shirtless scenes’, saying that they were worthy of an Oscar. “I can’t believe you actually said witches.”

“What? I thought you were one! All black, mean.”

“I’m, I’m gonna ignore that” he turned his face towards the camera, his smile not disappearing. “Actually, that was the second. First one was Tony and Tina’s wedding. Small role, nothing important.”

“Nothing that you do is small” you looked at the camera with a small scowl. “He’s the diva”

Two questions later and you had finished his third panel. Sebastian had moved slowly from his seat and had wrapped his arm around your shoulder once more. His arm was touching your back, nothing that the camera could see, but enough to set you in a comfortable state where could set the anxiety and nervousness of being in an interview aside.

His head was in a slightly lower position than yours, and while you waited for your third panel, he propped it on your shoulder and left a quick kiss there. Even though there wasn’t skin, showing, you stuttered with what you were saying and almost dropped the car to the ground. Giving him a pointed look, you placed the panel your lap, and waited for him to start peeling the white papers.

As the rest of them, the first ones was innocent. That type were covered completely asking mostly about your whereabout in that moment. If your best friend lived with you, your next projects and how many pets you had had.

“Alright, next one” Sebastian said, bending forwards to rip the cover. He was, by then, resting his head on your shoulder, and the blush was permanent in your cheeks.

“I’ve seen grandpas faster than you”

“Whatever you say, kid”

The age different was not much. Only a few years, but enough reason to tease each other endlessly. Something changed on Sebastian’s face, as if he had just remembered an important fact. Quickly, he recovered and threw the paper to the side.

“How to seduce Y/N Y/L/N?” Sebastian frowned as soon as the words left his lips. “What kind of freak as that? Who still use ‘seduce’?”

You let out an awkward laugh at the question, uncrossing and crossing your legs. Your fingers tapped on the white board as Sebastian kept talking.

“And-how many people ask this to become trending?”

“Seb, maybe you should-“

“Here is a tip for that”

A small sigh left your lips, knowing that he would say something sassy. Sebastian was not the jealous one; you had to admit you were a little bit more jealous of him. He trusted you and knew you could handle yourself, that you were loyal to him. Still, there were special occasion, like that one, where he didn’t like that fans thought you were available and tried so hard to get you. Then, Sebastian would come up with a sassy comment, making everyone go wide eyed and leave the topic, him looking just like a protective friend.

Certainly, you didn’t expect his next words.

“Just find another one, cause she’s actually taken. And I don’t like sharing.”

The remark that you were going to make died in your tongue, and you looked at Sebastian surprised. Behind the camera, they didn’t hide their shock; they whispered, giggled and you swore you heard someone curse. But you were too busy looking at Sebastian with a open mouth, that he quickly sealed with a small kiss.

His lips closed around you and, after being hit by a sudden wave of cockiness, he even bit your lower one while he tore away. The only laugh that was heard came from you stylist, who you had tired out too many times with talks about Sebastian and your hidden relationship.

“Yeah, so” Sebastian said, his face still close to you. “Y/N Y/N/L can’t be seduced because she’s already with me”

He turned back to his seat and, with a sweet and innocent smile, told the camera that ‘that was all’, saying goodbye for the both of you, since you were too busy staring at him with wide eyes and shaky smile.

That’s how you seduce Y/N Y/L/N.

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McGonagall vs. First-Year Werewolf

Summary: Professor McGonagall’s mother had been a proud wizard, and she’d heard countless horror stories of werewolves growing up. Now a werewolf student—Remus Lupin—is attending her classes, and she’s not exactly sure what to do with herself. So she and Remus are going to have a Chat: perhaps, with a little creativity, they can work things out before they become too problematic.

Wordcount: 1310

Remus Lupin was in the Hospital Wing, and he was bored.

Over the course of the day, he’d finished all of his homework (including the essays that weren't due for weeks). He read the entire book that Madam Pomfrey had picked out for him. He finished Ancient Greek Roots in Common Spells. He gave his pet toad, Bufo, another bath (some water spilled on the bedsheets, which seemed to annoy Madam Pomfrey, but she didn't say anything about it), and he learned four new hexes.

That evening, he woke up from his nap to Madam Pomfrey softly opening the door. "Are you awake?" she whispered.

"Am now." Remus felt groggy, and he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry to wake you..."

"It's all right. I'll make up for lost time tonight. Besides, I napped all day yesterday." Remus yawned, even though it hurt his jaw to do so. "Did you know that Professor McGonagall is here to see you? She's out in the main ward."

"She's here to see you, actually."

"Me? No, that can't be right. I don't think she likes me much."

"Remus! She likes you just fine. Will you talk to her?"

Well, that was an unexpected turn of events. McGonagall? Here? To talk to Remus? And it was even more surprising that Madam Pomfrey had claimed that McGonagall liked him just fine. Was Madam Pomfrey simply being kind, or perhaps McGonagall really did...? No, that would be ridiculous. Of course McGonagall didn't like Remus; Remus could tell. He yawned once more and then sat up with some difficulty (Madam Pomfrey made a motion as if to help, but Remus shooed her away). "Yes, of course," he said.

Madam Pomfrey went to fetch Professor McGonagall. Remus waited patiently. Two minutes later, a cat stalked into the room.

"Er." said Remus eloquently.

The cat morphed into a human, and Remus winced at the familiarity of shifting bones and limbs. Since there were no screams of anguish and it was relatively quick, he figured that this was the "light magic" type of Transfiguration that McGonagall had talked about.

"An Animagus?" he mused, and McGonagall nodded. "You were different. You weren't you at all."

"What do you mean, Mr. Lupin?"

Remus colored slightly. "Sense of smell. Werewolf. It’s how I knew that you were waiting to see me in the main ward. And... the cat... wasn't... like you. It was a cat. An actual cat. That's interesting."

"Hrm. Well, I was hoping to see you before talking to you. I was hoping that you wouldn't notice me enter."

"Because you're afraid of me." Remus hadn't meant to say anything of the sort, and he immediately repented. "I'm sorry. It's all right, really."

"You've noticed?" asked McGonagall faintly, sitting down in the chair.

"Well, yeah..." said Remus. This really was uncomfortable. "It was rather obvious. But I don't mind."

"You... don't mind?" McGonagall did not seem as if she wanted to be there at all.

"Goodness, Professor, even I'm afraid of me."

There was a bit of an awkward silence. "I'm very sorry, Lupin,” McGonagall said (a little stiffly, Remus thought, though he couldn’t really tell). “I should have visited you earlier. I'm your Head of House, after all, and my behavior has been unacceptable. I'm trying very hard, but it seems as if I need to try harder."

"No," said Remus, feeling guilty at her discomfort. "No, it's fine. I get it, I really do." McGonagall did not looked convinced, so Remus tried to elaborate. "They're ingrained prejudices... It's not like you made a conscious decision not to like me. If I were to meet a vampire, I'm sure even I would be a bit wary." Remus did not think he would, actually, but it was a white lie. "I was the same way, before. So was my dad. I..." Remus did not think that he should be telling Professor McGonagall this story, but he continued anyway. "I was actually... you know... because of his prejudices..." He stopped and started over. "The fact is, you're trying, and that's all that matters to me. Take as much time as you need. I don't blame you for something that you can't control. That would be... hypocritical, wouldn't it?"

McGonagall seemed taken aback. "Well. That is a very mature mindset, Mr. Lupin. Very mature, indeed."

Remus smiled faintly. Yes, mature. That was him. She should have told that to his father when Remus had put fruit flies in his trousers.

"And I don't dislike you. I think that you are very kind, calm, and overall a very good student. The fact that you happen to be a werewolf is not your doing, nor is it something that should deter me. I won't accept that I 'can't control' it, and I'm going to do my best. That starts here. Now, why couldn't you cast the charm in Transfiguration? Is there any way I can help you?"

"No," said Remus, remembering his failed Transfiguration test. He’d been too nervous, what with McGonagall standing over his shoulder. Remus had been trying so hard not to scare her that he’d been a bit scared himself. "But thank you, Professor."

"Professor Flitwick told me that you're very good at Charms."

"He did?" Remus felt a bit of pride well up in his chest. He wasn't nearly as good at Charms as James and Sirius, but he was doing all right. He was a wizard, after all, and maybe someday (with lots of practice) he'd be a very good one. Who said werewolves weren't good at magic?

"Yes, he did. So what's the problem in my class?"

"I... get nervous."

"Ah." McGonagall tapped her foot three times in a gesture of deep thought. "I see. You've noticed that I'm not comfortable around you, so you're not comfortable around me."

"That's not it," said Remus, although McGonagall was exactly correct. "I'm just not good at Transfiguration."

"You needn't lie to me. I expect you've been hurt very often by those with my... ingrained prejudices."

Remus was silent. McGonagall was correct again. The Ministry, St. Mungo's,  the boys from Durmstrang that had hexed Remus as a boy... All of them had exhibited the exact same behavior around him as McGonagall did. The obvious contempt and the jumpy nature always raised an immediate red flag for Remus. He was just as nervous around the other teachers... Sidus and Sprout, for instance. "I suppose we have the same problem, then," he said quietly.

"I suppose we do. What do you propose we do about it?"

"I'm... not sure, Professor."

"How about a competition?"

Remus blinked. "A what?"

"A competition. Whomever can act normally around the other first shall be declared the winner."

"Those seem like subjective guidelines."

"Well, it's a subjective problem. How about it, Mr. Lupin?" McGonagall extended her hand, and Remus nearly fainted in surprise.

Ten seconds passed, and then Remus slowly took it and shook. McGonagall didn't even flinch. "That's a start," he said.

"It is indeed. That's one point for me. And one for you, I think, though you hesitated significantly. Now, why don't we see if you can redo your test?"

"All right," said Remus, still stunned, and McGonagall conjured a broken plate out of thin air. "Reparo," he said, and the plate instantly mended itself.

"That's another point to you, not to mention a decent grade on your test. I'll have to take a few points off, of course, because you couldn't do it the first time. But this is a perfectly mended plate."

Remus grinned. "Thank you, Professor."

"Thank you, Mr. Lupin. And... I must warn you that I am extremely competitive." McGonagall smiled and left the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

Remus stared at the closed door for a second before falling back onto his pillow and smiling himself to sleep.

He loved Hogwarts.

A scene from my fanfic! Link in blog description if you wanna read the whole thing

[dreaminpeaches]

Humble Pie Concept: Hereau Timeline

Okay so its 4am when I came up with this concept it was too hot for me to sleep so forgive me, if it's sound too weird.

Okay, so what if Beau never met Beau (walk with me to this pier before you throw me off), but instead Beau met Hera...

Hera is character from my other blog , but she exists in Humble Pie, as a famous all star athlete. She's not only know for being a talented athlete but also a beautiful athlete as well. Beau knows of Hera and is a semi fan of hers, her poster was one of the only ones he didn't take down when he was redoing his room. Anyways, Hera is also known be to a very cool and spicy athlete often called the Mona Lisa of sports because she never smiles in pictures and she has a very cool girl, competitive and cocky persona in public. But in actuality, Hera is a nervous wreck whose real dream is to break from her cool girl persona and become a cutesy idol girl.

Where as Bonnie and Beau are interesting as couple for how different they are, Hera and Beau are interesting for how similar they are, both trying to break from personas, that they made for themselves out of protect and want to be a more honest verison of themselves, and I could see them help each other through it.

Beau and Hera's relationship is more mellow than Beau's and Bonnie's chaotic relationship, like for example, Bonnie won't really have the patience to go fishing with Beau--like just watching him fish, but Hera wouldn't be really mind it, she would actually find it really calming, and would enjoy watching Beau along with playing with the cats near by.

Beau is less snarky with Hera and more gentle because Hera can be really hard on herself when she makes the slightest mistakes, and tends to fall into stress loops.

While in Beau and Bonnie's relationship, Bonnie is the one usually to make Beau laugh and cheer him up, in Hera and Beau's relationship, Beau is the one to make Hera laugh and is more goofy with her. Mostly because Hera doesn't rub it in like Bonnie does, like when Beau acts goofy around Beau too much for too long , Bonnie is basically like "You like Krabby Patties don't you, Squidward?" If you know what mean, but Hera is more is more like "Thanks, I need that" and doesn't mention again in mocking or teasing way.

Beau and Hera also have a few more things in common, they both like sports (duh) and they both grew up with fathers who weren't the best dads outside of sports. Hera's father wasn't nearly as physically abusive as Beau's dad, he was more neglectful and ignored Hera anytime she wasn't talking about or practicing some type of sport, Hera's dad secretly wanted a son and kind of was depressed when he found out Hera was a girl, and ever since she could walk he always pushed her to more masculine interest than feminine, he would completely ignore her if she wanted to show her dad and new song and dance she made up in her favorite Ariel dress but she would have his undivided attention if she finally prefected her volleyball serve. Bonnie never knew her father because everytime she would ask her mom what he was like she would say "He was a useless p@#$ who couldn't handle my energy, so I got rid of him", Bonnie's mom would as end the conversation there never really elaborating any further.

How Beau and Hera meet is basically the same how Bonnie and Beau met, but with Hera the meeting has a more 90/80s sitcom feel like "All Star Athlete, Hera Grace? What are you doing here?" But less sitcom y because Hera as a nervous breakdown at the same time her car broke down. So, not only is Beau trying to help fix her car, but is also trying to comfort Hera, while at the same time trying figure out what is All Star Athlete, Hera Grace doing in his small town driving a beat up car.

At first, Hera tells Beau that's she just in town for vacation...

Beau: "So, out of all the places you could go as All Star Athlete, Hera Grace, you chose a small southern town?"

Hera: "I guess I just like the humble aesthetic... heh heh.."

Beau:" Okay.."

Beau (internally): Grandma was right, famous people are weird..

Beau and Hera continue to meet to work on Hera's car, and people don't recognize Hera because (a. Small town folk wouldn't really believe some one THAT famous would just plop into town (b. Using superman logic, Hera wears sunglasses so nobody can recognize her. So yes, Beau and Hera are sunglasses stunting couple 😎😎

Anyways, Beau and Hera start spending more time together and get closer, there is that scene where Hera walks in on Beau playing and being goofy with his siblings, but since Hera isnt as teasing as Bonnie, Beau doesn't feel as embarrassed about it.

There is a moment where Beau walks in on Hera doing a Disney number in one of her cute idol dress, she has another breakdown when she realizes Beau is watching, Beau comforts her again, and that's when Hera reveals that she actually made a deal with her father that if she can at least start her idol career in a year, then she could quit her athlete career and become an idol full time. The reason why she came to Beau's town because all the big city entertainment and music companies literally shut the door in Hera's face, Hera suspect that her dad was behind it and was purposely making harder for her since he wasn't going to help out at all with her idol career, which is why he gave her the best up car, there's a small but ambitious entertainment company in Beau's town looking to start an idol group and since it's not connected to a big company Hera felt like she actually had a chance. Hera begs Beau to keep this a secret and she isn't ready to go public with it.

Hera: "Please, keep this a secret, if-if anyone finds out, I'll--ill--"

Beau: "Hey! hey! It's okay, I know what it's like to keep a secret, but at least yours is actually really cute.."

Hera:" (Blush) heh...heh.. thank you, that really means alot to me, Beau"

While Bonnie's hyperfixation is mascots, Hera are idols, idol culture, Idol anime shows/games, and Disney. She often info dumps about Idol stuff while helping Beau work on the car.

Hera: "Oh! Oh, there's this another idol group I like called Arashi, they're were the first idol group I ever seen, and they have this one song that oozes sparkle energy, and they're still really cute and fun despite being kind of old for idols, and --oh, I'm sorry, rambling again.."

Beau: "No, no, it's fine, you smile for real when you talk about that stuff, I like it.."

Hera: "(blushes) UMMMM!..okay, so where was I-- oh, yeah.."

For money, Hera works at a cat cafe, she was gonna work at the same maid cafe Bonnie did but Hera was still shy about preforming in front others on the spot like that, so she picked the cat cafe that was two stores down, she also coaches softball at the local rec center.

Hera is no where near as flirtatious as Bonnie, since Hera spent most of her life practicing sports, and trying to literally win her dad's affection, she didn't really think about boys in a romantic sense, although she is comfortable around guys platonically, Beau was the first guy to treat Hera like a normal girl, not one of the guys or a sports goddess, just a normal girl, Hera is used to being call Beautiful or Sexy, but when Beau calls her Cute, she considers that flirting.

Since Hera is so used to holding masculine energy and qualities and being praised and recognized for it, it's nice to allow herself to be more feminine and being recognized and complimented for it.

While Beau is more sparing but loving with his kisses with Bonnie . With, Hera he uses his kisses to comfort her and/or to stop her from falling into stress/aniexty loop, usually holding her or hugging her or at least holding her hand and say "It's Okay", "I'm here", "Don't worry about it"

Okay, that's about all I have to say for this timeline/AU, I still love both Beaunnie and Hereau equally, I like Beaunnie for it's chaotic energy, I like Hereau for it's neutral good energy, I like both Bonnie and Hera, we can stan multiple queens in this household thank you very much...

[birdwonder]

Hi! I’m in love with your blog and I don’t know if your scenario requests are up, but if so, (and sorry if this is specific) could I request a black s/o who has a serious crush on Josuke? Her crush is like, huge. She’s had a crush on him for three solid years and always talks to her friends about how cute he is, but she’s honestly too shy to ever talk to him. One day, s/o’s friend convinces them to do a new look (braids maybe) and it catches Jojo’s attention and talks to her? Thank you!! -Opal

Josuke Higashikata | Hair Do

“Oh Yukako, he’s coming this way! Do I look alright?”

“You look fine.”

“My skirt! Is it fixed right? What about my makeup?”

“I said you look fine.”

“Yeah but-”

“He’s here.”

Two girls leaned against a school hallway wall, sun shining through the windows and their whispers thankfully drowned out by the sound of chattering passerby’s who took no notice of what they were saying nor doing. One was Yukako Yamagishi, a beautiful young woman who never seemed to be lighted by a smile in public, at least not when she wasn’t accompanied by her beloved Koichi or closest friend [First Name] [Last Name].

In this scenario, [First Name] was the one who was standing beside her, a walking bundle of nervous who was trying to adjust her outfit as best as she could all for the sake of impressing one person - Josuke Higashikata.

For those who don’t know, and if you were her best friend you would know, [First Name] not only had a crush on the male high schooler but was absolutely head over heels in love with him.

When Yukako asked what had brought these feelings along, she immediately regretted it as she was bombarded with a million facts about the man that seemed completely irrelevant to her. Though any man who wasn’t Koichi was irrelevant to her. 

The reason the girl was nitpicking every small detail about herself at that moment had the same answer as to who she liked. Josuke was sure enough coming down the halls and it would kill her if she looked like a mess near him, especially when all she wants is at the very least to go on a date with him. Teenager priorities and all that.

Yukako was quick to end her fretting however by simply pointing out he was now walking past the two girls.

In attempt to seem natural, [First Name] had pulled out whatever conversation topic she could from her head and pretended as though that was the subject they were on all along, hands on her hips as though she was thoroughly invested into the talk, “so that last maths quiz, right? I probably totally failed.”

The raised eyebrow and unimpressed look Yukako gave was more than enough to show that what was going through her head was, ‘smooth, [Nickname], smooth.’ That also being more than enough to make the other girl panic internally over how she appeared. 

Luckily, the panic soon subsided as soon as she glanced to the side and spotted the tall, impressive figure of Josuke. Who wouldn’t be impressed by a teenager who was so well built? 

There was just something about him that brought [First Name] back down to Earth no matter the situation, and the butterflies in her stomach had grown so used to appearing around him that they were synchronised in how they fluttered. She supposed, if she really had to choose, that his friendly personality is what she loved best about him. Even on her first day, he had been so kind and welcoming towards her and went on to introduce her to some of his friends; thus leading to her becoming the greatest friends with Yukako. A man who finds you your best friend is definitely a keeper.

When her eyes met Josuke’s, she involuntarily smiled at him. She would have done it on her own accord to seem polite and interested in him, but no. Seeing him was all she needed to have a spark of joy in her heart. If not for him and Yukako, school would be like a prison to her. 

“Hey [First Name],” he greeted, holding up a hand as a small wave and smiling kindly while strolling past. It may have not been much but it meant the world to her. 

“H-hey!” She chirped back, cursing herself for stuttering while staying strong by waving back in a much more intense manner by raising her whole arm into the air. 

No more was said after that. Josuke had walked down the hall and around a corner like he was never there to begin with.

Then, she let out a sigh and slumped against a wall. “Yukako, did you see that? I was so awkward! He was so nice saying hi to me and I blew it.”

“You said hi back, there was nothing else you could do,” the taller female comforted, though it was incredibly monotone despite her slightly sympathetic look. She pitied her friend a little with how worked up she could get over the smallest of things. 

“Still, I could have done more. It’s surprising he even notices me, I’m so ... plain!” The girl sighed miserably, her slumped shoulders and now much more closed in body language differing greatly to how bubbly she was only moments ago. It wasn’t like comments like these were a horrible habit that blossomed out of no where, it was just when she had those moments where she thought that she wouldn’t be good enough for anyone. Yukako was always ready to disagree.

Taking hold of [First Name]’s face with both hands, Yukako furrowed his thin eyebrows and made sure that both were staying straight into each other’s eyes which caused a few shivers down [First Name]’s spine since the stand user was not someone you could not feel a little intimidated by. “Listen,” her voice was stern, “you shouldn’t need to feel bad about yourself just because of one boy, especially one as stupid as Higashikata.”

“He’s not stupid!” You tried to argue, squeaking a little when a harsh glare burned into you.

“Let me finish. You shouldn’t feel bad about yourself and don’t you dare go thinking about changing yourself for him either,” she warned, “I won’t go into it but I tried that for Koichi once and sure it went alright in the end but... The risk and effort wasn’t one that anyone should have to endure, so don’t, alright?”

Judging by how a small frown came to Yukako’s lips, her words truly did come from the heart and experience, meaning they shouldn’t be brushed off easily. 

“Thanks Yuko, I really appreciate it,” [First Name] smiled softly, dropping a nickname that was made only a week into them first meeting and stuck ever since. It was a nice feeling, having someone there for you when you couldn’t even support yourself. “Still, I really want to do something different you know? Switch up my same old so I at least feel like I’m putting in more effort than just not talking to him.”

There was a pause between both of them. One was filled with self-pity and another pondering over what to do next. The latter spoke first, “ok, tell you what. We won’t make you a new person but if you do want to have a bit of a change, I think I know exactly what to do.” Yukako nodded with certainty, a plan already hatched in her head. 

“You’ll do that for me?” The shorter female gasped, excitement bubbling in her stomach before she launched towards Yukako, arms stretched out and engulfing the female into a tight hug. “I love you Yuko!~”

“Y-yes, ok! You’re welcome but please, let go of me!”

                           ⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

It was Friday when that had went down, and a good yet painfully long weekend later led to [First Name] sat in her classroom with a whole new look. Correction - her hair had a new look.

Yukako had stuck to her word and had helped her friend with changing things up a little, coming round her house to work on the [Last Name]’s hair. It was her speciality after all. When [First Name] expressed shock at her meticulous hands and skill, Yukako had stated simply that she had experimented more styles than she could count on her self. The girl got bored when not around with her friends, and was always looking for cute hairstyles for dates and for practicality.

Now, leaning against her chair, [First Name] sat with her hair in a box braid style which took far too long to do. Plus it hurt too much for her to redo it anytime soon. Mixed in her black hair, dark purple extensions were added to the mix so that it faded from the darker colour to the lighter. Presumably, she could get away with when it came to school rules seeing as some people had naturally white hair or other whack colours. 

Still, even with this new look, she was uncomfortable.

It looked great! Yukako had done and amazing job that she was forever grateful for but the issue of being unnoticed remained. She was the type to stick out in a crowd, even with a new hair do, so [First Name] was almost certain that her efforts to catch her puppy love crush’s attention was pointless. On the positive side, she had tried something new and you know what? That was the most important thing in the end. Doing something for yourself and experimenting - Yukako would say the same thing.

“Woah, [First Name], you look so different!” Josuke excitedly called out from the door of the classroom, the same guy who didn’t wait a second to rush over to the startled girl. His hands slammed onto her desk and his eyes were wide with curiosity and admiration, supposedly focused on her hair yet it felt like he was staring straight into her eyes. “I’ve never seen your hair like this before, it’s freaking awesome!”

This was way unexpected. “Thank you so much, Josuke,” she replied with a bit of a stutter at first as she tried to wrap her head around the situation, “Yukako helped me! I wanted to try something new, I guess!” A large smile wasted no time to appear on her lips, this is exactly what she had wanted. 

“Well you look amazing! The colours even look great too.” He commented with his own smile, a hand moving up to lightly touch his pompadour. “I wonder if I can pull that off? Mixing a colour in with my hair. Purple is one of my favourite colours...”

Josuke then had a visible bolt of brilliance, looking as though he had thought of an ingenious plan. “We can match, black and purple!” His laughter showed that it was only a joke but it made [First Name]’s heart flutter all the same. Matching with Josuke, as peculiar as hair would be, would be a dream come true. Part of a dream really. 

“We could, you’d make it work!” She responded with a giggle and twisted one of the braids in between her fingers. “I think your hair looks great the way it does now though, it looks hard to manage. Trust me, I would know about high maintenance.” A gesture to her own appearance made the two of them laugh again.

“Yeah? Well I guess we both put loads of work into our awesome do’s. We can be each other’s moral hair support.” Josuke had began to pull out a chair from the desk in front of [First Name]’s, turning it so he could sit down opposite her. Homeroom may be starting soon but he wanted to talk for as long as possible.

“Tell me how you and Yukako did it, it don’t look easy.” He seemed, and was, genuinely interested in the whole hair thing and though it may have not been anything like a confession, this was far better in [First Name]’s opinion. It felt more real than a fairy tale dream come to life. 

Nervously fiddling with her hair, she shrugged. “Oh it’s a bore really, I don’t want to waste your time on stuff like that.”

Josuke scoffed jokingly and waved a hand at her, “don’t be like that! I asked didn’t I? So I want to know. If you tell me, I might even give you some insight on my hair routine.”

“Really? Weeelll, I guess I got to tell you now.”

“Great! I’m all ears. !~”

Scooting closer, Josuke placed both his hands on the desk to which [First Name] did the same as she began to ramble about how it was all done, starting from the planning and the painful hair tugging that had to be done for it to be achieved. To anyone looking over at them, it would seem they were in a world of their own. The sun from the window shone on them perfectly and their faces shone even brighter. In the end, neither of them wanted to leave their small world and Josuke had offered for them to hang out after school for their conversation to continue. 

[sally-mun]

(Sorry anon, Tumblr screwed up my draft of your ask, so you’re a screenshot now.)

I hope you realize what you’ve done, because this is going to be a VERY long story. Get a drink and strap in.

Before I can get into this too deeply, we first need to talk about Ocarina of Time. There are a lot of issues I had with OoT that I was VERY excited to see were later addressed by Twilight Princess, whether it was an intentional link or not. There are a handful of things involved here, but for me the biggest one by far is the Temple of Time.

Waaaaay back in the late 90′s/early 2000′s, the internet was still relatively young and, in a way, more simple and innocent. The standard for using it largely boiled down to, “I like [x], so I’ll search for [x]” and just seeing what mess of crap you ended up with. I did this mostly with Sonic and anime stuff, but every now and then I’d do it for things like LoZ as well. One of the sites this brought me to was called The Odyssey of Hyrule, which at the time utterly blew my mind with its content. It was a hotbed of Zelda oddities, glitches (some of which I now see often in speed runs), hoax debunks, and most importantly for this discussion, screenshots from early builds of the game.

We can probably trace the origin of my fixation back to this screenshot:

Those of you that know Ocarina of Time well can probably tell right of the bat that this is not an area that appears in the final game. The website posited that this was perhaps an area behind the Temple of Time, since the setting elements all look the same and the camera appears to be in a fixed location. After all, when you look at the building from the front, there’s a clearly visible path running along the side, and it does appear that the fence has a “gate,” although we can never open it.

See it there, behind the second gossip stone from the left? There’s a gap on either side of that bit of fence, right where the path happens to be. The rest of the fence on the right side doesn’t have gaps like that, suggesting that this bit of fence wasn’t originally there and the path was once traversable; my personal hunch is that the “gate” is actually a copied instance of the smaller bit of fencing on the left to save themselves the headache of redoing the fence entirely. The gossip stones, if they were originally there at all, were probably supposed to start from the far right wall instead of the left, which would also open up access to the path.

The longer this stewed around in my brain, the more it drove me absolutely crazy, because I realized that this could possibly explain a lot of seemingly disparate elements. For example, there’s a peculiarity in the Temple of Time that’s easy to miss if you’re not taking your time and paying close attention. After you remove the Door of Time to gain access to the sword chamber, the initial view of said chamber is actually much smaller. It’s especially easy to see when you switch to first-person, because you can more easily see how close the walls are on the left and right.

(My apologies for the shitty quality of these pictures, I took them back before we had decent digital cameras. I’ll get better ones when I post this as an actual article on my other blog.)

As you run into the chamber, the tight walls abruptly disappear and give way to the massive chamber we’re all familiar with. In fact, if you take your time and walk forward through this hallway, you can easily see the moment when the room changes from small to large before your eyes.

When comparing this oddity with the beta screenshot and the website’s suggestion that the path may have allowed you to go behind the temple, I became convinced that something else was supposed to happen back there, but was cut from the game for one reason or another. My guess is that the sword chamber really was originally very small as it first appears, and the larger chamber was a separate area behind it, which was used for... well, what? It obviously wasn’t something small and simple, like a chest with a heart piece; not for a room that grand. It was clearly for something big, something important, because it had to have a large enough scale of work that the designers looked at it and realized they couldn’t finish in time. After a LOT of mulling it over, I became convinced that it was most likely the entrance to the Light Temple.

You see, something else that always struck me as odd was the fact that you’re just given the Light Medallion as soon as you become an adult. You do absolutely nothing to earn it; it’s all part of the same cut scene that plays after you remove the sword for the first time. You meet Rauru, the Light Sage, pretty abruptly as he infodumps about what’s going on, and then he just forks over the Light Medallion without hesitation.

From a narrative perspective, it sticks out to me because Rauru is the only person you do not interact with at any point in the game. You don’t meet him at all as a child, and as an adult you only see him within the Sacred Realm. All of the other sages are people you have both a child and adult connection with in some way, and it’s up to you to awaken them to their powers by ridding their respective temples of evil. Why would they just skip that process with Rauru?

Perhaps they never meant to; maybe you were supposed to go through that same process, but the Light Temple got cut. When you’re designing a video game, there’s a practice that’s recommended before you start actually building it where you make a list of all the elements you want included, then you organize it by importance, and then you cut it in half. The top half is the one you focus on first, because it’s stuff you absolutely positively have to have in the game in order for it to work. The bottom half is stuff you get to include if you have enough time, and it’s added in the order you listed it because top items are more critical. It could very well be that the Light Temple was either on that second half of the list, or it was never on the second half at all but development time simply ran out and it got bumped.

Either way, at some point in the process I think they realized they weren’t going to be able to complete the Light Temple, so they blocked off the side path and expanded the sword chamber to eat up the extra space. After all, you can see how long the building is from the outside, so it wouldn’t make much sense for it to be a reverse Tardis and be smaller on the inside. Once the back path was removed, I imagine they reworked Rauru to reduce his role; my head canon has always been that he was some kind of high priest who oversaw the Temple of Time, since it IS essentially a church. I mean, just look at that garb. He certainly appears to be some kind of holy man.

Having him as a priest at the Temple of Time that you could actually meet and talk to as a kid would’ve finally made his presence make sense. It would explain who and what he is at all, since he just kind of appears out of nowhere as the game currently stands, and it would’ve aligned with the other sages insofar as meeting them when they don’t realize their powers, then saving them as an adult and awakening them as a sage. In fact, Rauru disappearing from the Temple of Time would’ve been the game’s first big red flag that something has gone terribly wrong in the last seven years, versus having to go outside to see all the decay and the dark energy around Death Mountain. Furthermore, each sage is someone that the game explicitly positions as a person that makes sense TO be each temple’s respective sage, and to me, a priest from the Temple of Time is the obvious choice for the Light Sage when you consider that the Light Temple is probably part of the same building.

Speaking of the Temple of Time, it has a lot of clues of its own that it may have once doubled as the Light Temple. For one thing, consider the songs that warp you around the game: The Minuet of Forest takes you to the Forest Temple, the Bolero of Fire takes you to the Fire Temple, the Serenade of Water takes you to the Water Temple... but what song takes you to the Temple of Time? It’s not a song with time in the name anywhere, it’s the Prelude of Light. This would make perfect sense if the Light Temple was supposed to share space with the Temple of Time, right?

Another clue is the warp points themselves. Each time you warp to one of the temples, you land on a large pedestal bearing the Triforce. However, there’s another image overlayed on them too: That temple’s medallion. If you play the Prelude of Light to warp to the Temple of Time, the pedestal you land on features the the Light Medallion, as though this is where you were supposed to have earned it.

I later discovered that this is even more prominent in another old beta screenshot, which is much more heavy-handed with the symbol on the pedestal.

Something else to consider is the fact that the Temple of Time is actually where you acquire the Light Arrows, the final item that you need before you take on Ganon at the end. Like the medallion before it, the Light Arrows are again just given to you without requiring any work. The other temples all have a critically important item inside that you must obtain to not only finish the temple itself, but that is then needed in other areas in the game. Doesn’t it seem like you’d have to complete the Light Temple to get the Light Arrows, and they’d follow the same pattern of being used to finish the temple and then go on for further use elsewhere (namely, Ganon’s Castle)?

Getting the Light Arrows last also lends credence toward the idea that the Light Temple was in fact lower on the development list, because it would’ve necessarily been the last temple you visited in terms of game progression. They’re not going to give you the ultimate holy weapon early on in the game; they have to save that for the end so you don’t blow through the rest of the temples without a sweat! Additionally, the Light Temple being last would only increase the tension of wondering where Rauru went, since each time you warped between the past and the future you’d have to pass through the Temple of Time and note once again that Rauru is missing.

If it were me making the priority list, the temples would be listed in the same order that you play them in-game, because obviously you need to go through [dungeon 1] before you can go through [dungeon 2] or [dungeon 3].* In this particular instance, chronological order and order of importance happen to be the same thing, and if the development team used the same reasoning, then yes, the Light Temple would be much lower on the list than the others. It’s entirely within reason to think that they had planned for it, but realized they weren’t going to have time to fully implement it, and instead blocked it off and handed over the items you would’ve obtained there so they could focus on getting other, more critical things done.

It’s also worth noting just how much infodumping happens at the Temple  of Time. As the game currently stands, there’s very little to actually do at the ToT, but there are many long conversations that take place there. You talk to Zelda, both as herself and as Sheik, you talk to Rauru (as that technically happens while you’re at the ToT), and even Ganon monologues a bit there at the end. You end up spending a LOT of time spent standing around while other characters pelt you with information in this particular location. I’m not saying that there shouldn’t have been any big conversations here, but rather that I feel like there are more than there probably should’ve been. Some (possibly most) of that information could’ve been obtained more gradually and actively if the Light Temple had managed to be a thing.

And look, I’m not saying that what we ultimately got in the game doesn’t work; there’s nothing specifically wrong with the way Ocarina of Time handles the Temple of Time. I agree that getting the Light Medallion and Light Arrows in the ToT isn’t completely out of nowhere since the ToT is connected to the Sacred Realm. I’m only saying it doesn’t come across as the original  design to me; as far as I’m concerned, it clearly, obviously screams that what we got was a back-up plan. It works just enough to make sense, but it would work so much better if they did it this other way. Everything just clicks together a little more snugly when you consider that there may have been a sixth temple. It’s not that what we got doesn’t make sense, it’s just that I believe these ideas make more sense.

This topic is something I used to go on and on about back in the day, to pretty much anyone who would listen to me. I was met with about as many different kinds of feedback as you can imagine; some people agreed that I was on to something and had maybe solved a mystery, whereas others thought I was reading way too much into details that just don’t have that deep of a meaning. Unfortunately, it’s obviously not something I could take that far in an argument because there was no way to prove my hypothesis. It’s all just a guess, and even though I think there’s some pretty strong evidence to back it up, in the end I have no way to actually verify it. Sure I could contact Nintendo, but I highly doubt they’d tell me anything one way or the other.

SO NEEDLESS TO SAY when Twilight Princess eventually came along and had a Temple of Time that was a for-realsies playable dungeon with monsters and puzzles and items to collect, I went through the fucking roof.

At the EXACT moment that I realized that this is what the game was giving me, I literally screamed and shouted and cheered because I felt so... vindicated, in a way? It felt very strongly like a soft confirmation of what I’d been saying for all these years -- ESPECIALLY since the Twilight!ToT ALSO makes heavy use of the Light Medallion symbol. I feel like that’s about as clear of a connection as you can get.

Like, I know the Temple of Time being playable in Twilight Princess doesn’t absolutely confirm that it was supposed to be that way in Ocarina of Time, but it gives me that vibe because it feels like Twilight makes a point to ‘right’ a lot of ‘wrongs’ present in Ocarina. It gives me the sense that they were making up for some of the things they didn’t (or couldn’t) do the first time around. The fact that they were willing to delay the release of Twilight Princess just to make sure everything was just right also gives me that vibe. They could’ve just cut things again, but this time, they wanted to make sure everything was there, and that it was good.

One other thing I’d like to mention before completely moving on from this topic is something that I admittedly can’t confirm, but it’s another point that’s been on my mind: Back when I was playing Twilight Princess for the first time and I was screaming about the Temple of Time, a guy I knew back then mentioned to me that the ToT that we see in Twilight is, canonically, the same ToT that we see in Ocarina. He said that he’d heard somewhere that the Ocarina world map actually fit perfectly when overlayed against the Twilight world map, and the major world features/locations from Ocarina of Time lined up exactly with landmarks and ruins in the Twilight Princess world. I did attempt to look this up for myself before writing this post, but most of what I found was a big mess; I may attempt to line the maps up myself sometime if just to be able to better wrap my brain around what might (or might not) work here. What I can definitely say, though, is that the idea is at least supported by the theme of the series in general, given that it’s based around the notion of history repeating itself. Zelda games reference other Zelda games all the time, so it’s far from unheard of.

Anyway, as I mentioned earlier the Light Temple isn’t the only thing that makes me feel like Twilight Princess is trying to make amends for things that were missed in Ocarina of Time; it just happens to be the one I was most prominently fixated on. Another big thing that Twilight Princess appears to be rectifying is the City in the Sky. Going back again to my old stomping ground The Odyssey of Hyrule, there was another beta screenshot that got a LOT of attention back in the day, because it 1) was an animated gif, 2) involves the Triforce, and 3) appears to be some kind of ‘Sky Temple,’ as it was known.

(Once upon a time that gif was reasonably sized, but since computers have roided the fuck out since the days of Windows 95, I realize it’s not the biggest or clearest thing in the world and I apologize.)

As I recall there were a couple of other screenshots that appeared to also be from this alleged Sky Temple, but sadly I don’t seem to have any of them myself, and although The Odyssey of Hyrule technically still exists, it looks like its images are all broken. In any case, the question of whether or not Ocarina of Time was supposed to have a sky temple was a HUUUUGE hot topic among Zelda sites for years. So many people spent enormous amounts of time and energy trying to find the so-called Sky Temple, largely because there was a sizable sect of the fanbase convinced that the Triforce HAD to be hidden somewhere in the game. Amazingly enough someone did eventually find the Triforce obscenely hidden in the game files (I wish I still had the pics of that, the amount of glitching needed to get to it was insane), but nothing was ever ultimately discovered about the Sky Temple. It just became one of those bits of gaming folklore that got passed around from person to person over time.

Which, of course, is why the inclusion of the City in the Sky in Twilight Princess, much like the expansion of the Temple of Time, feels a lot like Nintendo is making up for something they may have intended to do but were unable to complete.

Not gonna lie, when I played this area for the first time I couldn’t help thinking that the small glimpse in the gif above feels like it could feasibly fit in here, and it was just the coolest feeling of, “I knew it!”

Another thing that really bugged me about Ocarina of Time (and in fact still does to this day) is the fact that, even after you beat the Water Temple, Zora’s Domain remains frozen. I never understood how this could be, since every other area reverts back to its original, beautiful form after you defeat the evil in the associated temple. Not Zora’s Domain, though! It’s thoroughly unsatisfying to have gone through what is arguably the most hated temple in the game and not have a full reward for your efforts.

This, again, is something it seems Twilight apologizes for; not only does it actually replicate the original problem of the Zoras getting frozen, but IN THIS ONE YOU ACTUALLY THAW THEM OUT!! And not only that, you thaw them BEFORE you even do the temple! That alone feels like Nintendo practically coming out and saying, “Yeah, we messed up, our bad. Here, have the restored Zoras right away as our apology.” It was such a huge mental release to see that ice melt and the Zoras come back to life! My brain was finally able to let go of a frustration I’d had for years!

My last one isn’t so much something that I felt was supposed to be in Ocarina of Time, but rather something I just plain wanted to be there. I was always sad that, even though you do technically get to enter Hyrule Castle, you don’t really get to go in there. You get an extremely limited and very linear track to follow, and at best you just get glimpses of some of the other areas that probably would’ve been really cool to explore had the game been designed that way.

I always felt like the fact that you didn’t get any real exploration of Hyrule Castle upset some of the balance in the game, considering that you do have to fully traverse Ganon’s Castle as a solvable dungeon. Being able to get a thorough sense of what Hyrule Castle was originally like before evil fell would help reinforce just how much things had changed in the seven years that Link was in the Sacred Realm, especially since that contrast is such a strong theme everywhere else in the game.

So, much like my reaction when I realized I was actually entering the Temple of Time as a level, I had a very similar reaction when I realized I was getting Hyrule Castle in the same way.

I may not have freaked out quite as much, but DAMN if that wasn’t another enormous payoff for me! Getting to really look around inside of Hyrule Castle, and furthermore in a version that’s really able to convey the scale and grandness OF a castle, was an absolutely magical moment of overdue gratification.

What’s even better is that Twilight Princess almost gives you a sort of a fake-out in this regard, since at the very beginning you kind of go through Hyrule Castle but, like Ocarina of Time, it’s extremely limited and linear, so it seems at first like they’re going to do the same thing.

I remember playing this for the first time and thinking, “Well, at least I’ve gotten a little closer to seeing inside of Hyrule Castle, but I really wish they’d just friggin’ let us ACTUALLY go in.” IMAGINE MY CHAGRIN when later on that’s exactly what I ended up doing~ I’m sitting there fan-screaming and the game is going “AH HA I GOTCHA!!”

Soooooo yeah... This ended up being an extremely long post and probably way more than you were ever interested in knowing, but, yeah, I think that’s why Twilight Princess felt like such a bookend for me. Even though I did technically have the original LoZ as a child, my life as a Zelda fan really began with Ocarina of Time, and that game left me longing for several very specific things that Twilight Princess later fulfilled. I’ve never had so many large unresolved issues with any other game, and the fact that Ocarina of Time was the Zelda game that I ‘imprinted’ on, those issues left a very deep impression on me. Having Twilight Princess essentially go back and ‘fix’ those things was incredibly psychologically calming for me, and I think it’s a major reason why I haven’t particularly sought out other Zelda games in the last 12 years. Twilight Princess gave me the things I’d been looking for since 1998 -- a decade of hemming and hawing finally resolved.

I honestly feel like playing Zelda games may be different for me in some way now as I move forward, because I won’t have a part of my brain mentally searching for a way to fill those little voids in the back of my head. I have both Skyward Sword and Breath of the Wild, which as I said in that other post I’ve actually never tried out, so I guess we’ll find out how I relate to them whenever I finally decide to take that leap!

If you actually made it to the end of this post, THANK YOU SO MUCH and I hope you enjoyed it~

*Fun fact, this isn’t necessarily true when it comes to the Fire and Water Temples. The game wants you to do Fire first, but it’s completely possible to do the Water Temple if you want to!

[from-aldebaran]

Hello, it's Santa, just checking in! Hope everything is going okay!

Dear Santa, Wow, I am so sorry to have been so long in getting back to you and after I promised a long letter last Thursday.  I am almost afraid to find out what happens to someone who has broken a promise to Santa.... If you will still have me, I will make up for it.  I will answer anything and everything you send me promptly each evening, as many questions as you have.  Work and personal life just came at me this week! You had asked me before about collectibles and aesthetic.  One thing that is not a collectible per se but that I do love are things to write on, stationary, notebooks, journals.  I can never have enough it seems.  As I look around my room here, I have collectibles visible from several fandoms:  The Zeta Project, X-Men, Star Trek, The Shape of Water, Ancient Magus’ Bride.  Only a few Phantom things so far, a paperback of the Susan Kay book, a couple of books on the Palais Garnier, a wonderful brass keychain replica of a Majestic theater ticket, though I have never been.  The playbills from the four performances of the US Restaged tour that constitute my entire live viewing experience of Phantom.  The gift book/program from that production.  A few t shirts.  The Shape of Water things, wow, I have a lot.  And some really interesting things too, which come to think of it, I should learn how to post photographs and do a post on these items.  I have the saltshaker that Elisa uses in her kitchen and grabs to pour salt into the tub when they first bring the creature back.  I have a spoon from her kitchen and another set of salt shakers which you can see on screen.  I have the knife the Dr. Hoffstetler uses to cut the butter cake in the scene with his handlers in his apartment.  And I have Elisa’s keys, on her red key fob!   That movie woke me up in a way I haven’t been woken in years, and kicked off my first writing in a long long time, for a gift exchange on AO3.  Actually it led to me learning about tumblr, from a mention in a comment on a The Shape of Water story, and I followed it over here and read blogs and lurked for a long while. And that led to POTO fandom for me....I will tell that story in answer to another perosn’s request later. Anyway, aesthetically, I am fond of lots of things.  I really like art deco, and pieces with natural themes, especially leaves, or dragonflies.  I like a good floral scented candle. Oddly, I have no color scheme, as I am on the cusp of redoing my little dwelling, but am thinking of going neutrals for the big pieces and letting any little accents be as colorful as they want.  I like purples, greens and blues more than pinks or reds or oranges.     Turning to the next question, this one hit me.  What do you do to relax?  And I had to admit, it has been a long while since I have pondered that question.  I am glad you asked it, because it is on its way to being life changing, thinking about myself in that way and learning to add some actual relaxation time in to my life. I do like to read, and right now am just indulging in fanfiction, which is a blast.  Just started to really actively write like six months ago, and once I realized I was not going to be a one story person, that has become very enjoyable for me, when I am not thinking what I just wrote is the worst thing ever written ever. I do like being outside and that is one thing I do not do nearly enough of.  I love to travel and have not done nearly enough of that either.  A good weekend driving trip is heaven.  I love the feeling of my home all squared away behind me, what I need with me in the car, and a welcoming destination to look forward to, especially without an urgent arrival time, so I can stop and look around wherever I want.  I love learning new things about anything and everything, so falling down a research spiral on the internet is super relaxing, and I would love to learn to do it better, rather than just haphazardly.  I love music and television and need to get things set up to enjoy these again, adding streaming services, etc.  I have been enjoying the heck out of the Saturday POTO streams, the show itself, and all the fun fun people, the insightful things they say, things I would never have learned about the show itself, and oh the jokes.  And getting to know everyone in this unique and special way.  You had also phrased it, in a perfect world, what would you do to relax?  Well, my perfect world would have many of the things that are keeping me from relaxing addressed.  My house would be redone.  I would be more organized and disciplined so I did not feel constantly rushed.  Many decisions that I have been putting off would be made.  I would take better care of myself in general.  Then....I would most likely do the things I have listed above, but I would truly be able to enjoy them and not look at them as guilty escapes from things I SHOULD be doing.  So....the learning for me here is a balance.  Continue to do the fun things, but make progress also, as world events permit, on the other things and eventually, I will get there.  All fun...stuff won’t get done.  Only projects....will be too burned out to enjoy things when the projects are done.

And keep my promises going forward to a very very patient Secret Santa....

[love-minor-poltergeist]

CAN I GET JEALOUS BEPPI? sorry, I'm actually quite excited that you're not dead. I usually don't see many blogs with writing I like that are still posting things, so you may get a few more requests about beppi or other cuphead bosses, and maybe one or two nsfw requests lol. love the writing btw!

A/N: I’m glad to hear that you enjoy my writing, anon! I’ve been (slowly, but surely) working on becoming more of an active writer this year, so I hope you continue to enjoy anything else that may come! 

I hope these are to your liking, and be sure to shoot me another request if you want me to redo these!

Jealous Beppi Hcs:

Beppi being the cheerful, friendly circus clown he is, you would think that he’s the type to hardly ever get jealous, right? Sure, he can be a bit overwhelming and frustratingly oblivious at times, but he was always easygoing.

Little did you know that Beppi has a bit of a low self-esteem. His job is a nice distraction and enjoys making others happy, but he tends to internalize anything remotely negative. Beppi can usually brush off mean remarks in the moment, but they always manage to wriggle into the back of his mind like a nasty parasite; and just when he’s had a rough day, they’ll strike.

Was he really this annoying? Were his friends only pretending to like him? Do you think he’s a bother? Etc. 

He also tends to hide how’s he actually feeling around you- especially if the two of you haven’t been dating for very long. In his mind, relationships are meant to be stress-free and happy, and the last thing he’d want is to make you lose interest because he feels bad about himself sometimes. 

When Beppi is jealous, he’s more so the type of person who becomes very clingy towards you. He’ll try to get your attention any way he can, which means he’ll often try to pull you away from what you’re doing, awkwardly interject in any conversation you’re having, etc. 

It may seem horribly immature of him- which he’s fully aware of- but it stems out of a place of fear. What if he’s not good enough for you to stay interested? You want him to be like that handsome, tanned gentleman you talked to earlier? Don’t worry, just give him some time so he can make himself into what you like.

If you happen to eventually snap at him when he’s like this, the poor guy is absolutely devastated. Immediately, he’ll assume that he’s messed up everything beyond repair; this is the first time the two of you actually got into an argument, after all! For the rest of the day, the clown would be a lot less invested in what he had planned. 

Beppi becomes a lot less upbeat when he’s interacting with carnival goers, he’ll half-heartedly make balloon animals; and when he’s finally off from work, the poor fella would hole up himself in his room.

It eventually gets to a point where his pet penguins become worried, and they quickly take it upon themselves to bring the two of you back together. 

After you’re promptly dragged over to your boyfriend, a part of you would be angry; Beppi’s a grown man, he should know better than to behave like that! Yet at the same time, he looks absolutely deflated..

He’ll be surprised and a little ashamed that you’re seeing him like this; he might even try to act like nothing was wrong in the first place. The moment you actually force him to talk about his behavior, Beppi would likely start crying. 

You’re going to have to console him and ask him to repeat himself a couple of times, since the clown is nearly incomprehensible while he’s both crying and trying to talk at the same time. 

When he does finally calm down, Beppi is surprised that you haven’t broken up with him then and there. He’s even more surprised when you gently lift up his face to meet your eyes; not even an ounce of anger or mockery to be seen. 

“Bepps, I’m dating you for you, silly. Those other fellas may be good-looking, but they can’t make me as happy as you do.”

(Cue even more crying from Beppi)

Afterwards, Beppi feels a lot more confident in his relationship with you. He wouldn’t feel the need to constantly hide how he’s actually feeling now that he realizes you’re not going to ridicule him for feeling low about himself. Every now and then he’ll still get jealous, but the clown manages to keep his cool. 

After all, why would Beppi feel the need to fret so much when he’s the one you love?